Ello! First Harry Potter story so don't shoot! This is based off 'The Notebook' but it will become less dependent on it.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyhting. JKRowling owns all Harry Potterdom and will eventually take over the world...maybe she needs an assistant...

Anywho R&R!


Chapter One

"Ms. Granger, are you awake?"

Hermione Granger turned her eyes away from her window and to the familiar healer in the acid green robes. Healer Davidson approached Hermione cautiously, not wanting to frighten her.

"Sweetie, remember me? Healer Davidson?" When Hermione smiled slightly at her she went to help Ms. Granger out of her chair. Hermione thanked Healer Davidson and went into her bathroom to freshen up for the day. Her faded brown hair was as unmanageable as ever and her eyes were bloodshot from reading late in the night. A light knock on the door woke Hermione out of her daze. She stuck her out the door as Healer Davidson answered to knock. As the door opened, a tall, ginger haired man stepped into the frame.

"Ah, Duke, right on time. Ms. Granger," the healer turned to Hermione, "this is Duke he's here to read to you today. Would you like that?" Hermione looked hesitant, "You'll like him, he's really funny." Duke smiled. Hermione walked forward and followed Duke out the door and down to the study on the first floor.

"So, do you live here too?" Hermione asked. She was very curious as to who this stranger was. He smiled, once again, and simply said, "I haven't been here too long. Got some old battle wounds that have been acting up recently." Hermione looked confused. "I fought during the second war." Her face relaxed and began questioning again.

"So what are you going to read?" He held up a leather bound book with his freckly hand. "It's a good old story. You might recognize it, but it still deserves to be heard again. So, shall we begin?" Hermione nodded and he flipped the cover to the first page.

"I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts. I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me. And my name will one day be forgotten. But in one respect, I've succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I've loved another with all my heart and soul and for me that has always been enough. I have felt my heart overwhelmed with love and broken by despair and loss…"

"Amazing opening statement."

Duke looked up at his companion, "Yes it is. Now, the story starts…"


Any questions? Okey-pokey! R&R!