Hermione's lifestory.
Dear Diary,
Here I am this is my life. How I feel about this? I feel. dirty. I have no friends nor enemies and my parents died a long time ago, back in school. Sometimes I wonder how life would have been if my parents hadn't died the awful way they did. Maybe I had been a school nurse or maybe even a doctor! I don't know. Oh you are probably wondering what I am talking about, right? Long or short version? WHAT am I talking about you are a diary, you can't talk! I'll take the long version, then I think you can understand better, just why I made the decisions I did! I am Hermione Granger, a 20 year old. muggle? When I was little, I was the weird kid always reading or quoting some sort of boring book. I was lonely and I spend most of my time in the local library. When I turned eleven I got accepted to Hogwarts, a wizarding school. I was of course very surprised as I was borned and raised by muggles! In school I meet Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, who became my very best friends. Together we did some amazing things and I wonder how we ever survived. Well everything was great, I was best in all the classes I took, I had the best friends, I could possibly imagine and two very supportive parents. Until that faithful morning. it still hurts. I was spending Christmas at home with my parents. I was about 16 years old. I was coming down to open my presents, but what I saw when I came into the living room was horrible, the walls was covered in blood. The whole room was a mess; there were shattered glass, a piece from what looked to be a pan and everything was chaos. And under the Christmas tree were mum and dad, dead with a ribbon Wrapped around them and a card where the dark mark was on. I don't really remember more of what happened everything was a big blur after that. I was brought back to school after some counselling. Harry and Ron tried very hard to support me, but I guess it's a little hard when it's like talking to a brick wall. Ron soon gave up trying, but Harry kept on talking to me. I think I would have preferred if he didn't. One night he tried a new manner to get me to talk and god did that work! I remember it still as it was yesterday, Harry came back from quiddicth practice covered in mud, looking a little. furious. He said Hi and I of course didn't answer him; he turned very, very red. And then he said something like this: LOOK HERMIONE, I LOST MY GOD DAMN PARENTS TOO! I DON'T TURN INTO SOME SORT OF FREAK, BECAUSE OF THAT! GET OVER IT! My very best friend! I mean how DARE he! I yelled back that he at least didn't know his parents so it couldn't hurt that much. And something about he had no idea how I felt and he should just mind his own fucking business. We had a big fight that ended our friendship for good!
In school I was slowly but surely flunking and I didn't really care anymore. I became friends with a girl named Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin and she showed me this world. I thought that this was perfect, good money, education wasn't really needed and I would never have to see my old 'friends' again. What world? The hooker business, ladies and gentlemen's. I Hermione Granger, became a prostitute! I dropped out of school and moved to an apartment in the middle of New York with Pansy. Pansy moved out last year to marry some bloke she met in a casino. So I'm all on my own
I need to go now; I have an appointment with the streets.
-Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: If you recognise something, it is probably not mine, but Rowling's or whoever came up with the story Pretty Woman.
Dear Diary,
Here I am this is my life. How I feel about this? I feel. dirty. I have no friends nor enemies and my parents died a long time ago, back in school. Sometimes I wonder how life would have been if my parents hadn't died the awful way they did. Maybe I had been a school nurse or maybe even a doctor! I don't know. Oh you are probably wondering what I am talking about, right? Long or short version? WHAT am I talking about you are a diary, you can't talk! I'll take the long version, then I think you can understand better, just why I made the decisions I did! I am Hermione Granger, a 20 year old. muggle? When I was little, I was the weird kid always reading or quoting some sort of boring book. I was lonely and I spend most of my time in the local library. When I turned eleven I got accepted to Hogwarts, a wizarding school. I was of course very surprised as I was borned and raised by muggles! In school I meet Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, who became my very best friends. Together we did some amazing things and I wonder how we ever survived. Well everything was great, I was best in all the classes I took, I had the best friends, I could possibly imagine and two very supportive parents. Until that faithful morning. it still hurts. I was spending Christmas at home with my parents. I was about 16 years old. I was coming down to open my presents, but what I saw when I came into the living room was horrible, the walls was covered in blood. The whole room was a mess; there were shattered glass, a piece from what looked to be a pan and everything was chaos. And under the Christmas tree were mum and dad, dead with a ribbon Wrapped around them and a card where the dark mark was on. I don't really remember more of what happened everything was a big blur after that. I was brought back to school after some counselling. Harry and Ron tried very hard to support me, but I guess it's a little hard when it's like talking to a brick wall. Ron soon gave up trying, but Harry kept on talking to me. I think I would have preferred if he didn't. One night he tried a new manner to get me to talk and god did that work! I remember it still as it was yesterday, Harry came back from quiddicth practice covered in mud, looking a little. furious. He said Hi and I of course didn't answer him; he turned very, very red. And then he said something like this: LOOK HERMIONE, I LOST MY GOD DAMN PARENTS TOO! I DON'T TURN INTO SOME SORT OF FREAK, BECAUSE OF THAT! GET OVER IT! My very best friend! I mean how DARE he! I yelled back that he at least didn't know his parents so it couldn't hurt that much. And something about he had no idea how I felt and he should just mind his own fucking business. We had a big fight that ended our friendship for good!
In school I was slowly but surely flunking and I didn't really care anymore. I became friends with a girl named Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin and she showed me this world. I thought that this was perfect, good money, education wasn't really needed and I would never have to see my old 'friends' again. What world? The hooker business, ladies and gentlemen's. I Hermione Granger, became a prostitute! I dropped out of school and moved to an apartment in the middle of New York with Pansy. Pansy moved out last year to marry some bloke she met in a casino. So I'm all on my own
I need to go now; I have an appointment with the streets.
-Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: If you recognise something, it is probably not mine, but Rowling's or whoever came up with the story Pretty Woman.
