Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own a thing. It's all JKR's.
Hermione raced down the practically empty corridors. The book was clutched tightly to her chest. She was glad many of her peers had left for Christmas break or she might never find Harry. Let alone get him to a privet area where they could talk. She had to find Harry fast! Her feet ached from running all the way to the common room from the library. She reached the Fat Lady's portrait and yelled the password.
"Well deary, no need to shout." said the Lady swinging the door open. Hermione was relieved to find Harry sitting in the common room. His messy hair was flopped in front of his eyes and he was looking intently at a set-up chess board. Alone. Hermione wanted to laugh. Poor Harry had nothing to do since Ron had also left for Christmas. Harry looked up and saw Hermione. His face brightened immediately.
"Hermione!" he said waving her over. "Wanna play chess?" he asked hopefully. Hermione looked at him and the look in his eyes almost made her say yes. But they had something more important to talk about. She looked around the room. There were a few third years in the room next to fire and some fifth years in the corner. She had to get Harry completely alone for this.
"Harry" she said taking his wrist and pulling him up. "It's time we visit the Room of Requirement." She dragged him out of the room.
Harry had reasons to be suspicious. He hadn't been in the Room of Requirement for a year. The worried look on Hermione's face wasn't helping either. The arrived at the empty wall across from a tapestry of ballet trolls. Harry let Hermione walk across the wall three times by herself since he didn't really know what kind of room Hermione wanted. Suddenly a door appeared on the wall. Hermione ushered him inside. The room looked very cozy. There was a warm fire in the fireplace and big cushiony couches. Though there was a bit of nippiness about the room. He wasn't sure why it was there. Probably it was how worried Hermione was when she walked across the wall.
Hermione paced around the room. How was she going to show him? She went over and sat him on one of the couches. "Harry." She said lightly. "I have something I think you might want." She pulled out a leather-bound book. "I was in the library," Harry rolled his eyes. Was he supposed to be shocked by this fact? Hermione slapped his arm playfully. "Quit rolling your eyes like that. This is important. So I was in the library, just wandering, looking for something to read and…" she took a deep breath. "And this," She showed him the book. The letters L. E. P. shone on the beaten leather in gold lettering. The book looked very old. A bit tattered even. "I was drawn to this. Harry? Do you know what this is?" she asked.
Harry looked at it a moment than nodded. "It looks like a diary." He said.
"Yes, yes" said Hermione impatiently. "But who's diary?" she asked.
Harry looked more closely at the diary. He saw the letters but he was still quite confused. "Apparently someone with the initials L. E. P. Hermione? Will you please get to the point?" he asked.
"Harry." She started, patting his hand. "Think about it. L. E. P." she said. Harry still didn't get it so Hermione finished. "Lily. Evans. Potter." She said to him.
At first Harry was confused. Then shocked. Then amused. "Hermione, there are tons of people with those initials. And if it's Lily Potter then it's after my mum and dad got married which was after they left Hogwarts. So why would it be in the library?" he asked, pleased with himself for outsmarting Hermione.
Hermione sighed. "I wasn't sure of it myself at first. Until I saw this." She opened the book to show writing on the inside cover. It read,
My darling Lily,
Congratulations! Marriage is a wonderful thing. I wish you and James the best of luck and happiness. I remember my wedding day as though it was yesterday. But there was one thing I wanted more than all the gifts I got, and that was a journal. On this adventure you will experience new and exciting events. I will always love you and will always be here for you.
Love, Your Mother,
Holly Evans
Harry gazed at the writing for a moment in complete shock. Suddenly, his brain seemed to turn on like a light and realization hit him painfully fast. "So this is really it." He said taking the book in his hands. He ran his finger over the letters on the front and flipped through the pages. "This is really my mother's." He looked back up at Hermione, his eyes glassy and wet steaming his glasses. "Thank you." He said. He wished he could thank her more but he was in to much of a state to do much at the moment.
Hermione got up to leave. "Your Welcome." She said hugging Harry and heading towards the door.
"Wait!" called Harry. Hermione turned to him. "Don't leave. I… I…" he stuttered then regained himself. "Will you read it with me? To me?" he asked her. He noticed the quizzical look on her face. "I mean you don't have to but I mean you found it and all and you are my best friend and I need to share it with someone and it being my mother maybe if a woman read it, it wou-"
"Harry." She said cutting him off. "I said yes." Hermione walked back over to the couch and sat as close to Harry as possible. She opened the book and started reading.
"It doesn't shine as brightly anymore."
AN: Whew! There's the first Chap. It's kinda short but I had to end it there. So… R/R!