Dear Diary,

The people in my life as follows:

Ginny-my best girlfriend, the goddess of quiditch the red head beauty, every guylikes her, but she only wants one Harry Potter. She has liked... no loved him since she was nine, Ron says the summer before her first year at Hogwarts, Harry was the only thing she talked about. Did I mention she has an excellent Bat Bogey Curse.

Harry-The-Boy-Who-Lived, seeker extrodinare, the hottest thing since well anything ,to others of course, to me he is my best not looking for but finding trouble ,glasses wearing Ginnt loving (opps did I write that out aloud) messed up hair bloke

Ron- I'll write about him later.

Fred + George- fun-loving, pranksters, annoy me tho, pity if only they concentrated on school work more.

Mum- a nice lady but a bit overthrone by dad he is always yeling at her but other than her little problem she is fine she cooks and cleans perfect. I guess

Dad-evil man yells, drinks, and I'm afraid one day he'll get mad and hurt me or worse my mum she dosent deserve him. Hopefully I can go to Ron's this summer.

That's all for now folks

LOVE,

Hermione

Hermione closed her diary for now and tucked it under he pillow. She stalked downstairs praying she didn't make a sound, she hopped over the last step knowing that if she stepped on it a high pitched creak would escape it's wooden mouth. Just as she thought she was succesful in not making any noise an owl crash landed into some pots that hovered above the stove. Hermione closesd her eyes and took the letter from Pig again praying no one in particular was woken up alas someone has failed her.

"What is that bloody racket" her father boomed as he came out of his room (a word about Mr.Granger, he is a man in his early 30's, 32 to be exact, he is built well and has a small drinking problem, this problem occured when he started to read The Daily Prophet a year ago and has had trouble talking to Hermione so he went to drinking and now here he is an alcholic and it dosen't help the fact that Hermione is almost the same age as him when he had her well at least concived)

"Nothing just a letter"

"Ok well go upstairs and not come down until I say you can come down--got it. NOW GO!"

Hermionie ran up the stairs and went into her room and slamed her door. She read the letter quickly:

Hermione,

I was wondering if you wnated to come the Burrow for th remainder of the summer months it would be quite nice to have you around. Yeah owl me back soon as possible

Your favorite bloke,

Ron