Hermione's Journal
By Crazy4Cocopuffs
Entry One
I never really had time for a journal before. But when Mom handed this journal to me, I saw an opportunity to document my thoughts and feelings, my hopes and dreams, my experiences and nightmares.
Someone once said that the hardest battle you're ever going to fight is the battle to be yourself. Never before has that seemed truer than today. Ever since I started Hogwarts, my life had been full. It wasn't always filled with fun and laughter, learning and joy. Sometimes it was filled with fear, pain, sorrow, mourning. I've seen things that I never thought I would, but I've made three amazing friends.
Harry. He's one of the best people I know. Not because he's famous. It's because he truely cares about others. He listens to problems and honestly tries to help, even if he has his own problems to deal with. He always seems to be in danger. He never backs down or gives in. Forever the savior. The boy who lived. He's almost always defined by an event that he can never remember. He has had to learn the hard way that there is a great deal of pain in life. Maybe the only pain that can be avioded is the pain that comes from trying to avoid pain. Because I have seen how much pain filled Harry when Sirius was murdered and how hard he tried to fight the pain, to hide from the pain. It only made it harder to deal with when he finally had to face it. But he's strong. I know he can handle it.
Ron is my pillar of strength. We fight a lot, I know that, but he never fails to be there when I need him. He can always make me laugh, no matter how I'm feeling. He insists on including me in everything, whether want to be included or not. It makes me feel accepted, you know? Like I matter to someone. We have spent a lot of time alone together. Harry always seemed to have other commitments, like quiddich and Ginny or fighting with Malfoy. Over the years, I think I've developed a bit of a crush on him. He's just so sweet and funny, so nice and caring and always wondering if I'm too cold or too hot or tired or hungry. He really cares. There was a time in third year that I thought he likes me as well, but now I'm not so sure. I hope I figurehim out soon. It'll make me insane if I think of it for too long.
Ginny is the only girl at school that I can really talk to. We do everything together, shopping and homework and talking at all hours of the night. She knows my one and only true fear. I'm afraid of storms. When there's a large storm and I'm petrified (not literally- that was second year!), Ginny sneaks into my room and stays with me. I'm thankful that I have her. I remember her first night at school. She had never been away from home before, but was afraid that if she said anything around Ron, he'd either make fun of her or become even more overprotective. So she came to me. We talked until it was late. She told me about growing up in a large family and how being the only girl AND the youngest meant that she was sheltered. I told her about my life before magic and how I hadn't wanted to go off to school because I was an only child. I didn't want to leave my parents alone. We have become closer than sisters, which is a first for both of us. Neither of us ever had good friend or a sister before, but it was comforting to know that if we needed it, there ws always someone there.
We start sixth year in a few weeks. But I'm worried. I don't want anything to happen and something always does. I've decided to just live for today and worry about tomorrow tomorrow. Right now I'm having loads of fun with my parents and although I miss my friends, I think it's going to be a good summer afterall. I've got to go now. Mom's got supper ready.
Hermione