Dear Diary,

I never felt like I belonged at Hogwarts, sure, I was the greatest witch of the age, but still, every time he said 'mudblood' I just wanted to run and hide. Why wasn't I good enough for him? There he stood, perfect. Even when he glared at me, I always hoped he saw something else in me, something more than a blood status. Couldn't he see the hope in my eyes before he pushed me, the tears welling up as he cursed me? Each time I saw him, I foolishly hoped things would be different than all the other times.

I think I took the wrong path, I should have never come to Hogwarts, I should have just stayed a muggle, ignoring my wonderful gifts…okay, I know I never could have done that. Being a witch is just so…perfect… Maybe a different school though? Somewhere there has to be a witch like me. Someone else has to love to read and do their homework, right?

Oh diary, my life is horrid. I sit in the corner of my bed every night crying. My tears stain your pages while my roommates sleep. You're my only way of letting go of everything. You know all my secrets, but I think it's time I let go of them. I'm so unhappy and I just need to let go of everything and get it all out in the open. It's my fault I'm in this mess, I was the one who closed everyone out. Tomorrow I burn you and let it all out. I'm going to tear down every single wall I've built, even the one holding the ferret out. Wish me luck old friend.

Hermione.