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Summary: On the night Voldermort attacked the Potters something went wrong. Sixteen years later the world is a very different place with Voldermort in charge. Hermoine's future seems hopeless filled with pain and suffering, will things ever change?
Authors note: This is a completely new story, which just came into my head so I had to write it down. What do you think of it please review it once you've read it, thank you.
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Dear Diary,
Hi it's me again Mudblood 142 formerly known as Hermoine Granger. I know I promised myself I'd never write in this again incase they found it but how could I not with all these thoughts swirling around inside my head and no other outlet for them? I know the punishment for having anything going on inside your life that they don't know about, I've heard the screams of pain and suffering from those around me when they've been found to be concealing something from the Pures, I've seen the blood and bruises afterwards. So why even though I know, have heard and seen the consequences do I still carry on writing? Is it that I've been put through so much I just don't care any longer about what happens to me or does this one piece of rebellion give me strength for the long days ahead and the even longer nights? Whatever it is all I know is that it gives me strength to know there is something they don't know, I can still hold onto this small part of myself even if they do have the rest. They stole my life, they stole my parents, they stole my future, this is what I will be for the rest of my days a number. I will never have a well-paid job, I will never get married, and I will never have a family. I will never have a future I can only live for the present, if you call this living. I fear everything, I fear the night's darkness but I also fear the morning's light when a new day starts and I'm still here. I wish every night to wake up in the warmth of my family's house with my mum cooking breakfast while my dad reads the paper at the kitchen table while slyly watching her. It never comes true though and now the pictures are starting to fade leaving me feeling empty and alone just like I did when the Pures destroyed my house and all those in it, ripping my life to pieces leaving me with no future and no way of knowing why this happened to me. I know now though it's been beaten into my conscience ever since they took me when I was five years old. At five I should have been warm and secure with my family that wasn't my life though and it hasn't been ever since, my life's full of pain and suffering, happiness is a luxury which hasn't been given to me. All this because of one thing, which I never asked for, the magic running through my veins, without it I could have been happy, I could have had a future but now there's no hope for me, is there? I will never escape this life I was forced into this is my future and I must accept that, mustn't I?