A/N: This is a new story I'm working on, I am going to fish my other one…sometime. Ok here's a key.

Bold Writing : mother's diary

Italic Writing: Openings to chapter and sometimes thoughts

Regular Writing: um…I hope you can tell

Italic Bold Writing: these are song lyrics, every chapter is named after a song, and normally the one I am listening to then. Every chapter will begin with song lyrics and italic thoughts.

Chapter 1: Behind Blue Eyes

But my dreams

Hey aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

No one knows what it's like

To be mistreated

To be defeated

Behind blue eyes

-Limp Bizkit

All I wish is that I could see their faces one more time, to see them with me would satisfy my thirst from a family of my own. My life is not whole without them, but the short while they were here, seem to pass me by, and I not realizing that the few precious moments should have been preserved in my mind, so they would not fade away.

I sat out on the porch viewing the spacious garden which lay in front of my own eyes like a picture, the vastness of the garden overwhelming me so much that I condemned myself to the confines of my mind, only to be reminded of the thing I wanted to forget right now.

The silence that lay around me was broken by a call from Mrs. Weasley.

I found myself moments later in the cozy kitchen, smelling the warm bread and food that was prepared for me and the others. I always felt out of place at the table, like I was not part of the family they had created before I came. Of course, I truly would never become part of that which they had created, as much as they tried to make me feel at home, it still felt like their home, not mine, and I knew it would never be mine.

"Anna dear, are you ok?" Mr. Weasley said carefully, knowing I was known for emotional outbursts at random times.

"Of course," I stuttered, "why wouldn't I be? By the way, thank you for the dinner tonight Mrs. Weasley."

Mrs. Weasley was a caring woman, much like her husbands mother, Molly Weasley. She seemed most concerned that I was not becoming part of the family, part of all theirs normal lives. She wanted me not to be an outsider, but I knew that would never be the case.

I finished dinner as quick as I could, excusing myself from the lively table only to confine myself in my room upstairs. I found the diary my mother had wrote in about her life and my father. Every time I turned the battered pages, tears seemed to overflow from my eyes, sending a cascade of tears down my cheeks on to the soft white pages, the ink smearing so that it the words would become illegible.

My mother's words always seemed to make me feel as if she herself were reading them to me, wiping away my tears whilst reading.

I could not bring myself to tell him yet. He seemed far to hung up on the other girl cavorting around pretending to be all perfect and such. I only wish he wasn't leaving, he would not tell the place or time, he just left me in my sea of tears, trying not to drown.

I still love him diary, and I will always. I love Harry James Potter.

Hermione

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