AUTHORS NOTE: My first story. Sorry if it sucks. Anyways, this is before Sorcerer's stone. Kind of like a prequel written in diary format.
Hermione POV
June 18, 1991
I was just sitting outside reading like always and this I heard this strange noise, like wind, but it is the middle of summer and there was no wind today. I am sure of it. I looked around and no one was there so I just started to read again. Then I heard it again and accidentally dropped my book in a puddle, it was raining earlier. So I picked it up to inspect the damage. It was really wet and the words were all smudged. I was really upset because it was a good book so far and I wasn't finished. I have never not finished a book! I kept wishing in my head that I could dry it or take back that moment. I heard a rustling of pages and I looked down and saw the book was dry. I was happy of course, but that was impossible! It was all intact and nothing was wrong with the ink or anything. I want to tell my parents, but I don't want to worry them. I should just be happy and not dwell on it, but I want to know how that happened! Tomorrow, I will go to the library and look up if anything like this has ever happened, and maybe ask around town.