8/16

Dear Diary,

Hermione Granger here. My friends—guardians, if you may—told me to write in this journal, because it could help me take my mind off of things.

Either way, here's my story. I'm eleven years old since I was found eight years ago. I know my name, but I never knew my parents or any relatives. My… other guardian found me lying asleep right outside a tall tower somewhere outside London. She shook me awake.

Now, here I am, in a loaned apartment, not knowing who I was with only my name as my identity.

Well, clearly I have nothing to say, so I'm signing off.

Your friend,

Hermione Granger


6/18

Dear Diary,

Oh My God.

I'm a witch! I'm a witch!

An old man, an Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore I think, visited our abode and announced that I am now eligible to study in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! He gave me my books, trunk and everything! Their uniform is so cute!

I am so going to be the smartest witch of the age!

Hoping to gain many friends,

Hermione Granger