Dear Diary,
Do you ever get. That feeling, when you know that you loved someone but that they would never love you? I feel like that all the time.
He was the one. He was there for me when no one else was. I remember when I first saw him, on the platform 9 and 3/4. He was with his family and they were all laughing and smiling. There was another boy with him, he was scrawny and had black hair that clashed with the red hair of the family that surrounded him. The boy turned to face me and I gasped. It was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. The red headed boy who was laughing looked at me as well, and that was when I knew that I was in love.
Over the next couple of years, it became very difficult to suppress my feelings for the ginger boy, especially as his younger brother expressed an interest in me. Ron. Ew. I could never love him as much as I loved his older brother, Fred . I didn't mean to write his name, it was supposed to be a secret. If Ginny found this diary with my feelings about one half of the infamous and devilishly handsome Weasley twins, her brothers, she would never let me forget it.
Even worse, if Ron, Harry or George read this, I would be dead. Ron would be hurt, and Harry and George would find it hilarious, and George might even tell Fred. How awful would that be?! Agh! I hate being 14!
Love,
Hermionie xxx