Disclaimer: Ok, I'll do this probably for every chapter, but just in case I forget this disclaimer will stand true for all chapters from here on. I do not own Harry Potter. There are many reasons that support this statement: 1: If I was J.K. Rowling, would I really be writing fanfiction? That doesn't make a lick of sense! For one thing, I'd be a fan of myself…strange and possible but I doubt anyone is that vain. 2: Why would I be writing fanfiction when I could just write a novel and make a bazillion and one bucks? That also, makes no sense. 3: This story will not have the greatness of J.K. Rowling's stories. Sure, no matter what other people think of my story I will like it, but it is no where near the brilliance that is Harry Potter. Well…I thought I had more reasons to add to this long disclaimer, but I suppose that's the gist of it and I'm done for now.
Rating: This is rated PG-13 for a reason folks. If you're offended by it, I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience. This story will have cursing, battle scenes, sexual content, and scary moments. Hehe, sorry had to add the scary moments thing. They add that to all the Harry Potter movies, so for a Harry Potter fanfiction…it's somewhat scary. When I say scary I mean freaky. When I say freaky I mean different. When I say different I mean weird. Yep.
Author's Note: Here am I you lucky folks, with my songs and bag of jokes! Um…it's a line from my madrigal feast! Oh my…fun fun times. Alright…actually you aren't that lucky to be reading my story probably. It's probably one that is just blah and no one likes the general idea of but me. Or perhaps you will like it…only time will tell. I have no idea what made me write a fanfiction like this. I suppose it's because I like the impossible to happen. Or thrilling love stories. I was never attracted to the James/Hermione ship because I've never heard of it! I was surfing one day and met someone who liked them as a couple and decided to test my willingness for this ship. Surfing I found only like a handful of stories written about a potential couple. I suppose this story is testing me to see if I like them as a couple or not…we shall see what we shall see. (HA! Another line!) So for those of you that have no clue or just skip author's notes in the first place this is my warning for the story:
If you do not like Hermione Granger/James Potter as a couple, this is not a story for you!
There, that should warn some potential flamers! And also for those of you who are actually reading the novel length author's note I have no idea what-so-ever where I'm going with this fic. I am simply just going to let my fingers dance in anyway they want across the keyboard. Then with whatever comes out I will edit and edit until I can edit no more or I am too lazy to continue and post it. If you have suggestions on what you would like to happen I will take them into consideration. Who knows what will happen? I sure as hell don't. Anywho, without further ado (I rhymed!) I present to you (I did it again!)…
Oh and I should also mention something else. I started writing this story before Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Now that I have finished the book I will be rewriting what little I had done so it continues where HBP left off. So then…
This story contains major spoilers of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince! If you have not read the book yet…get off your lazy bum and do it! You won't regret it, I promise you!
So there…future banishings of some more potential flamers! Now if I can only get rid of those flamers who don't like the story…
When I was younger I swore to myself that I would never ever write a diary. Since the time I understood what a diary was I thought it was foolish and completely pointless to even think about doing. Now I am eating my words because here I am…writing in a diary.
Crazy how life works isn't it? I was for sure I would never get a detention in my life and then all of a sudden I had had three. I was never going to break a rule, but I soon found myself out hunting down the sorcerer's stone, one of the biggest rules to break. I never expected these things to happen, but I suppose they did and there is no changing that.
I've decided to write in this diary because there is a need to write down my feelings. The war against Voldemort is raging and terrifying and I feel I need a place to write down what's happened and how I feel about it. It's sort of a safer way for me to express myself. Besides, it is also a way for me to be spending my time. Since Hogwarts will not be opening this year, I have no need to study for exams. Sure, I can study just for the knowledge that studying brings, but it would not be the same I fear.
Because we're on the subject of the school closing I will tell you how I feel about it. I believe this is the best thing to do. However much I hate not going back to Hogwarts, my second home, I would rather see it safe and unharmed with no children in it, than terrorized and broken filled with injured and dead children. I believe McGonagal made a wise decision in closing the school. I'm sure she will open the school when it is safe too. Although it will be too late for me, I'm sure that seeing those many others growing up with magic is well worth my sacrifice.
The second I got my letter saying that Hogwarts indeed was not opening I sent owls to Harry and Ron. I was surprised how fast the owls returned from their houses. Usually it takes Ron and Harry a lot longer to respond to owls, especially these days. Ron's read:
Dear Hermione,
I just finished reading my letter when your owl came flying into my room. He seemed as wound up as you were when you wrote the letter. After him flying around the room for fifteen minutes Ginny came in and got him for me.
I don't understand why they're closing the school! Can't the governors understand how important it is for the midgets to learn magic! I think that the governor's need a right kick up the (Insert colourful word)!
I have not heard from Harry yet. I'm hoping he is okay. You know how he gets. Be sure to write him about Hogwarts.
See you in one week!
Love,
Ron
Although Ron had an excellent point about the uneducated midgets he was also oblivious to the many pros of the situation. I was surprised that Ron had remembered that I would be coming to the Burrow in one week's time. Usually he forgot about these visits until I arrived on his doorstep. It usually took him about ten minutes to answer the door with all the secret questions we had to answer for each other. I know it is for the best but when you start asking questions like, "What did Lavender call me?" and you absolutely have to answer back, "Won-Won." It gets a little uncomfortable for each person.
I scribbled back a hasty reply to Ron's letter just as Hedwig flew into the room. She seemed glad to be on a flight. I'm sure she didn't get much exercise lately. Harry seemed to shut himself out more than often now that Dumbledore had died. He rarely sent letters to people and when he did he would scribble two words: I'm fine. Everyone knew that he was not fine, but what could anyone do? Ron and I had talked to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley about abducting him from the horrible Dursley's but they quickly squelched our idea saying that the time was not right.
Hedwig landed on my shoulder and nipped at my ear happily. I petted her lightly for a moment before taking the letter from her. She seemed to understand that I was going to write a letter back and perched herself on the top of my dresser.
Dear Hermione,
I had suspected they would not open Hogwarts again. Dumbledore wouldn't of. It's just as well; I didn't plan on going back.
Best wishes,
Harry
I had not expected more than a sentence. I was surprised to see three. Almost a paragraph! I was more shocked to see that Harry had been able to write Dumbledore's name without a wiggle of his quill. Usually when he talked about what happen his voice would quaver. When he wrote anything about something uncomfortable or sad his hand would get shaky and his words would look unprofessional and look like he had a hard time writing them.
I had known that he did not plan on going back anyway of course. I myself had not planned on going back if the school had reopened. I want to go with Harry and help him track down the horcruxes. Ron and I had made promises to Harry and to ourselves that no matter what happened, no matter how much he didn't want us to get caught up in everything, we would be there every step of the way. Ron and I knew how Harry secretly wanted someone to fall back on. Harry always wants support in everything he does. Take his reluctance to ask Ginny out. He wanted Ron to be okay with it. If Ron had not then there is not a doubt in my mind that he wouldn't have gone out with her. Harry wants us to support him in his travels to destroy the remaining horcruxes. And Ron and I will be there.
Since I briefly mentioned the relationship between Harry and Ginny I must also add that Ginny is quite devastated that they had to break up. Then again, so is Harry. Those two are really too blind to see that they really like each other too much to just break it off. Whenever I visit the Burrow Ginny is moping around, sniffling, and shuffling her feet. She spends a lot of time locked up in her room looking at pictures of Harry and waiting for a letter from him that will not come because he too is, no doubt, sitting at home moping around, sniffling, and shuffling his feet around his room waiting for a letter from her. Love is blind. I hope that they both realize how important it is to not lot Voldemort take advantage of their likeness of each other. It would be what Voldemort wants. To separate them and put fear in Harry's heart knowing that Ginny is just another person to try to over power Harry with.
Picking up my quill once again I scribbled a letter to Harry. I told him to write to me whenever he could and that I would appreciate more than two word responses. I also wrote at the bottom of the note as a P.S.: Write her. I'm sure he'll understand what I mean.
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One week has slipped by like grains of sand through your fingers. It seems that I have not been as faithful to my new diary as I would have liked. It's not as if I have important news to report anything, but I would like to try and write in this diary more than once a week. I'll need to make a schedule.
Finally the time has come for me to travel to the Burrow. It's been a while since I have been allowed to visit. Molly did not want my visits to be equally spaced apart and predictable in case someone was watching me. This thought worried me, but I understood. People that live on a schedule are easy to find. Therefore, it had been two and half weeks since I had been there last.
I packed up my clothes and books for my three day stay. I packed the essentials: clothes, toothbrush, Advanced Defense against the Dark Arts for the Wizard or Witch who is already Advanced, Potions of the Decade, and Warlock Wanderings. I decided to leave behind my copy of Hogwarts: A History because I would not be needing the source anymore. Sadly I placed it back into the bookcase. I tucked my wand into my robe pocket and set off.
I walked three blocks in a hurry, not wanting to be out in the open for too long. Looking around I scanned the park for people who may see my appearate. Finding no obvious eyes, and hoping there were no spying eyes, I quickly spun around and visualized the Burrow. I would not be appearating right to the Burrow because of new wards set up for protection, but I was told that if I visualized it I would be able to appearate to the nearest unprotected place of appearation. I found myself in the familiar meadow lane that was about half a mile from Ron's house. Sighing, I pulled up my pack and set off at a brisk pace.
I always felt nervous about my track to the Burrow. I was out in the middle of no where, where no one would be able to hear my scream if I was attacked. The Weasley's lived out in the country and seemed to feel safer away from spying eyes, but I felt uneasy without being near a place to hide if the need arose. I started walking faster than I already was and broke out into a run. I reached the house before I knew it and let out a breath of relief.
Slowly I walked up to the front door and knocked four times in a pattern, symbolizing that a friend had arrived. I heard footsteps from the other side of the door and rolled my eyes in annoyance. Here comes the standard, unnecessary, too long procedure.
"Who's there?" Ron asked. He sounded unsure even though he knew that I would be arriving promptly at three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Hermione Granger."
"If you're Hermione Granger you would know Ginny's real name."
"Ginevra," I replied dully.
"You could have been told to say that," Ron replied equally as dull. I could tell that we both thought this process a bit too extreme.
"Ginny told me in second year. She wasn't sure if she should be known as Ginny in school or Ginevra."
"How did we become friends?"
"We took down a troll in the girl's bathroom in first year, on Halloween night. You used the wingardium leviousa spell."
"Um…" Ron stammered for a moment.
"You're supposed to ask me what Lavender called you while you were going out," I said adjusting my pack. It was too heavy for me to just stand here and answer stupid questions.
"Oh! What did Lavender call me?"
"Won-Won."
There was a pause. Ron made some noise on the other side of the door. "Wow, it looks like you've been running Hermione! Whatcha do?"
"If you can see me, you know it's me! Let my in you prat!" I snapped. This was growing very frustrating.
Ron laughed. "Now I know it's you," he said as he opened the door. I set my pack down and looked at him for a moment. He looked like he hadn't slept well in weeks, which he probably hadn't. His hair was sticking up in places it didn't normally stick up and his clothes were wrinkled and in bad shape. The sparkle in his eyes had not gone out but twinkled dismally. His laugh lines seemed to have disappeared forever. He looked like he was forced to grow up too fast.
He stood there leaning on the door for a moment before I launched myself at him and hugged him tightly.
Author's Note: End of chapter one! I hope you guys like it. If you don't…you can't say I didn't warn you about how awkward and weird it would be. So leave me a little line on your way back to your normal life. Please…
