Now everyone has heard the story. Harry was saving this and Harry saving that. Nowhere does it say Ron saving this or Ron saving that. Does it say neither Hermione saving this or Hermione saving that? Well Hermione has done so much and no one has any idea what she has gone through. All the sacrifices she had to make to get where she is and where she was. No one cared and no one asked. No one really paid one of the least bits of attention to her. Well, that is what she thought, but there was one. Only one person knew what had actually happened and what extent of which she had to go through. He and he alone knew how much of a hero she really was, and no, I am not talking about Albus Dumbledore, he was oblivious to what she had gone through. Do you really want to know what she had to go through? Well I guess it is only fair to tell. Severus Snape.
July 16, 1998
Dear Diary,
It is I again. I have bad news this time. I am not going to fill these pages today with something happy or cheerful.
My mother came home today crying. I had never seen her cry before and so naturally, I asked what was wrong. She told me that my grandma was going to die if she did not get a kidney transplant soon. She also said that that was not it either. My grandpa has a deadly cancer. He could treat it and he could live. Nevertheless, he could never get rid of it and…well; if the treatment does not work then he would die.
I do not know what to do. I am trying to be strong because my grandparents do not know that I know for they have asked my mother not tell me.
Hermione
That was the first thing he had read when he noticed that he and Miss Granger has accidentally swapped journals when they ran into each other earlier that day. He never knew that the Gryffindor know-it-all had family problems or problems of any kind in her life. She seemed so normal and so at peace with life, well, excluding the whole Second War issue. That was until he read the next entry.
July 30, 1998
Dear Diary,
My grandpa is in the hospital now. He cannot really walk too much and has spasms of pain every so often. I cannot take it any more. I cannot stand seeing him in so much pain. In all the potion books, I have and all the healing and Medi-Witch books I still cannot find a cure for my grandparents.
I hate myself. It seems that it is my entire fault. I go to Hogwart's to learn magic and all sorts of things but I cannot find a cure for either of them. I am debating whether I should write my professor. I am sure he would know something. He is the smartest man I know, and I am not talking about Albus Dumbledore, I am talking about Severus Snape. I am sure he would know, but there is a problem.
Why would he want to help the Gryffindor know-it-all Mudblood?
Hermione
He could not believe what he had read. She called herself a Mudblood. No muggleborn he knew every called themselves that.
When Hermione got to her room, she flopped down her bed and sighed. She had had a crazy day. It was her last year at Hogwart's and her professors were loading them down with homework. N.E.W.T.'s were coming up soon and they were all getting prepared for them.
Hermione sat up, opened her bag, and took out her journal. When she opened it, she found it full of nothing but notes on potions. She then realized that she picked up the wrong journal when she and professor Snape had ran into each other.
Severus was so intrigued in what he read that he copied it, put it into another journal for later reading, and would update itself when she wrote something new. He had just put the journal into his desk when there was a knock at his door.
"Enter." he said in a sharp voice. Hermione Granger entered the room and she had a journal with her, his journal.
"Yes, Miss Granger, what can I do for you?" he sneered at her. Usually he would not have cared about her feelings but after reading what he had, he felt something give a tug deep inside of him when he said what he did.
"Um, earlier when we ran into each other I grabbed the wring journal and was returning It.," she said holding it out to him. He snatched it out of her hand and turned away from her. When he noticed that she was not leaving he turned back to her.
"Yes, Miss Granger, what is it?" he asked her feeling another tug deep inside.
"I was wondering if I could have my journal back, sir," said Hermione in a small voice.
"Oh, yes." he opened another drawer in his desk and took out her journal and handed it to her.
"Thank you, sir," said Hermione taking the journal and walking out of his office. When she was gone and out of earshot he muttered to himself.
"How do you do this to me? My heart is starting to melt." he sighed, entered a door leading to his chambers, and went to bed.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed. Please review! This is pretty much the same, but I have had a BETA and some things were changed. So review and tell me how you like it!
Amanda