Disclaimer: i do not own harry potter.
A/n: Hi everybody! I'm Figure8, one of the members of Smeegals. Hermione is my favorite Harry Potter character and I thought it would be cool to write a story from HER point of view. So I am writing her journal, when she is in 6th year. It will start in the middle of the summer and go until the last day of school. Hope you like it!
Chapter 1: July 15th
July 15th,
I have just spent the last ten minutes trying to figure out how to start this entry. Quite silly of me really, but I wanted to figure out exactly what to write. *Sigh* I didn't realize that while writing a five parchment essay is really easy for me, writing a two-page journal entry would be a challenge. I guess I just have to get used to writing my most inner thoughts instead of facts from a book. Okay, off that subject, today I finally convinced Mum and Dad to take me to Diagon Alley. I have read every single book I have ten times each and can recite each one, even the page numbers. It was driving me crazy.
But Mum and Dad were saying, "Hermione honey, we'll be there soon enough to get your books for school; you can wait a few weeks."
Then I went and recited to them Hogwarts: A History. All 2,732 pages of it. That convinced them and an hour later, we were in London. I walked into the Leaky Caldron, with Mum and Dad right behind me, and was at ease at once. It felt so good to be back in the wizarding world, with people of my own kind. Not that I dislike spending the summer with my parents, but they don't understand anything about magic. I can't talk to them. Anyway, we walked through the inn and out the back door, stopping in front of the brick wall. Even though this was all natural for me, for some reason I was more excited than usual. I was practically jumping up and down with joy. I took out my wand and tapped the bricks, stepping back to watch as Diagon Alley opened up before me. Hundreds of witches and wizards were there, shopping for almost anything imaginable. Books, quills, parchment, ink, owls, etc., you probably could find anything a wizard could want on this street. I went straight to Florish & Blotts, the bookstore. As soon as I walked in the door, the smell of musty paper was everywhere. No matter where I looked, all I could see were books. It was a relief to see books different then the ones I have at home. I walked through the store, looking at all the books. I wanted to get some new spell books, so I will be ready for my N.E.W.T. classes. I haven't gotten my O.W.L scores yet, they will come with my Hogwarts letter, but I still want to be prepared for whatever classes I'm in. I picked out four books: Advanced Arithmacy, Advanced Transfiguration, Advanced Defense against the Dark Arts, and Advanced Charms. I know that I can't practice the spells at home, but I can at least learn the method of how to do them. Then I can practice them on the train. While I was looking for the books, my eyes landed on a small, very thin book. And when I say very thin, I mean very thin; there was only one blank page inside. I asked the manager about it and he said it was a diary. My mind automatically flew to Ginny in our second year with Tom Riddle's diary.
"Hermione, get a grip," I said to myself, "Just because one diary made bad things happen doesn't mean they all are jinxed."
So I asked him how it worked; I mean, one page can be filled with writing in no time.
"The diary grows every time you finish a page. Once the page is filled, a new one appears. The diary also has a charm on it that allows it only to be opened by its owner," he answered eagerly, clearly wanting me to buy one.
I was just about to say no thank you, to tell him that I have no need for a diary, when Mum saw it.
"Oh Hermione! This would be perfect for you! Let's get one!"
So that is how I ended up with this journal. I've decided to call it a journal instead of a diary. It sounds much better and less girly-girlish.
After shopping in Florish & Blotts, I had run out of money, so we went to Gringotts to get more. Mum and Dad were at the counter changing their money while I sat down and looked around me. All of a sudden, I spotted a girl with bright red hair.
"Ginny!" I screamed.
She turned, recognizing my voice.
"Hermione"
We ran to each other.
"Oh my God Gin, it is so good to see you again."
"You too. What are you doing here?'
"I need to get some new books to read. You would be going crazy too if you had read the same books ten times each."
She laughed, "C'mon Hermione, everybody's over at the Leaky Caldron. I can't wait to show them you're here."
"I can't wait to see them", I said, following her out of the bank, "So, what's been going on here?"
"With You-Know-Who?
I nodded yes eagerly.
"He's been staying in hiding for what I know. Mum and Dad still won't tell us anything that's going on in the Order, but the Daily Prophet hasn't written about anything unusual, and believe me, they are watching everything."
"I don't think he'll stay hidden forever, though. He's probably just bidding his time, waiting for all the commotion about his being back to die down before he emerges."
"You're right, Hermione, just like you always are."
I whirled around, my heart thumping a little, at the voice of one of my best friends, Ron Weasley, Ginny's older brother. Before I go on, I have to explain something important. I have had a small crush on Ron since I met him and Harry on the train. The crush has become bigger during the past few years, and now I am practically in love with him. But of course, there is no chance that he feels the same way about me. I mean, he thinks I'm a stuck-up know-it-all. He didn't even realize that I was a girl until our 4th year. Okay, back to Diagon Alley.
"Ron! It's wonderful to see you!'
And it really was wonderful to see him. He must have spent the summer so far at the beach because his skin was tanned a light brown, and his red hair was a shade lighter than I remember. His bright blue eyes were looking at me in a teasing sort of way. Looking at them again, I thought I saw a bit of pride in them, but I must have been imagining things. Anyway, he was so cute.
"Why didn't you tell us that you were coming to Diagon Alley?" he asked me with a heart-stopping grin, "Were you planning to sneak quietly into the wizarding world and slip back out without us even noticing?"
I laughed, "No, you dumbhead. I just found out that I was coming here an hour before. Have you spoken to Harry?"
"Yeah, he and I have been writing to each other once of twice a week. Three times when we have nothing better to do. From what he's told me, things are better over there; the Dursleys are so scared that if they do anything to him, the whole Order would be over there, knocking on the door.
"They're probably right. Anyway, Harry must be happier. So, what have you been doing so far?"
"Oh, things have been great! The Ministry is now paying all Order members 500 Galleons a month, so our family doesn't have to worry about money anymore. We make up the majority of the Order. Mum, Dad, Bill, and Charlie are still in it; Fred and George joined as soon as they left school, and Percy joined when he found out that Dumbledore has been telling the truth all along. He apologized to Mum and Dad and is now part of the family again. To celebrate, we took a trip to the beach for a week. I would have invited you, but…" he trailed off, blushing a deep red.
"It's okay, Ron." I answered, smiling, "I'm sure you wanted to spend time with your family."
He glared at me and I ran off laughing to the Leaky Cauldron. Sometime when I was talking to Ron, Ginny had left and she sat at a table, talking with her mum and dad.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Ginny, you're too young to be included in Order business!"
"But mum," whined Ginny, "That was what you said last year. I'm fifteen now; the same age as when Harry, Ron and Hermione when they were told!"
"You know I was against them knowing from the start, it was—" she stopped, her eyes starting to water.
"It's okay Molly, he knew you didn't mean what you said," Mr. Weasley assured his wife.
"I know, Arthur, but that doesn't stop me from being sorry." She spotted me. "Oh, hello Hermione dear. I didn't know you were coming to Diagon Alley
today."
"Neither did I. I've been trying to convince my parents to come he for weeks and today they finally gave in."
"Well, it's wonderful to see you. You have to come visit us in a few weeks. Ron will send Pig over to tell you when."
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley! I can't wait to get back to school. I mean the summer's a nice break, but I really want to start working again. This year is probably going to be hard though since it is our first year of N. E. W. T classes and I still haven't decided what I'm going to take."
"You'll have time enough, Hermione. I think I see your parents coming this way."
Sure enough, when I turned around, I saw mum and dad running towards us. They looked lost and confused. I knew that I was in trouble for leaving them.
"Hermione, what were you thinking, leaving us alone? You know we feel uncomfortable being here since we are not magical. I'm disappointed in you."
"Mum, I'm almost 16. I do not need to be in your and dad's sight every second And anyway you have been coming here with me for 6 years. Wouldn't you know your way around at least a little bit?"
I am now grounded for the rest of the week. But I don't care. I'll just read the books I just got. That will keep me busy.
A/N: Done at last! It took me forever to finish this chapter. (a week to be exact) please R&R! I'm begging you!!
Figure8
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