Title Of Witchcraft, Wizardry, Dementors, and Mythical Creatures
Author Uozumi
Genre Drama/Humour/Romance
Rating G (so far, will probably go up but nothing high)
Summary Third-year stress written down in a journal found right before
starting back to school. Hermione POV.
Note I don't know if this will contest as AU, but I'm not going to use
direct-from-book dialogue, and things might seemed jumbled, but it's based on
what the book says happens, but I'm not going to pour my eyes over the book to
get it 100.
Of Witchcraft, Wizardry, Dementors, and Mythical Creatures
Sunday 29 August 1993 12:58.
I'm not a journal person. I'm really not. I found this on my bed though, kind of tossed on it. What am I supposed to do? I mean I think it's for me. It's got my name in it in odd writing I've never seen before. It's so curious that I can't trust it, but here I am writing in it...
I shouldn't trust it though. Look what happened to Ginny just last year. I haven't shown her this, although she might have seen it lying on my bed. It's pink with fake-gold trim, and looks like it came out of a muggle shop. There's no spells to keep people out, although I do plan to put one on this once I get to Hogwarts and can use my magic freely without consequence.
I guess I means that I'm keeping it. It is my favourite colour of pink, and there's a carnation on it as well, and I do so love them too. It's white and embossed, but don't get me wrong, this isn't expensive, not in the least. It looks like it came out of perhaps a simple store, maybe even a grocer. It's plastic and the key is metalic and has a heart shape at the base. I'm not fond of hearts, but I'll live.
I hope.
Oh Percy's yelling at Ron again. I tried to explain to him calmly that it most likely was the twins who changed his badge from Head Boy to Big-Head Boy, but he'll have none of it. Ron's the one who is staying in his room, so naturally Ron is the culprit.
It sounds now as though he's lost it now.
Poor Ron.
And poor Harry! I don't know how he didn't get expelled, but somehow he blew his aunt up - not to pieces mind you, just bloated her I guess...to the size of a hot air balloon - Anyway, he used magic outside of school underage, and they let him off! It sounds rather odd to me. I would at least think they would suspend him or something of the like.
Well, he is the Boy Who Lived, so naturally they probably bend rules for him. It doesn't sound right, but at least he's still coming with Ron and me to school. I can't imagine going to Hogwarts without Harry - well, Ron too for that matter.
Speaking of whom, he just came barging through my door. We exchanged shouts and he left. I don't even know why he didn't even knock! He muttered something about me and homework. I hate is when he says such things. Honestly! We've known each other since forever...well, fist-year at least. It does feel like forever, which makes no sense. How can knowing people for only two years do such things? Especially since we weren't even friends until amost half-way through first-year!
I'll never understand him - or Harry for that matter. I'm a girl though, and so if I understood boys that would be strange. Not that I understand girls, but I understand them more than boys.
Anyway, enough of that. Oh...good...Percy just came in here looking for Ron. Why would Ron be in Ginny and my room? Honestly! I don't understand him either.
I'm going to lock my door. I'm just glad neither of them saw this book. I think I couldn't face it. I'm not a journal person, and I really don't want Ron to find out. He'll make fun of me I'm sure, and Harry never sticks up for me.
I think I'll describe myself. Someday I most likely will look back on this and have a faint memory of what it is like to be me now. I might not even remember what just now happened, which would make sense seeing how Ron barging into rooms with closed doors is oh-so-normal. He did leave it gaping open too, but it's locked now.
I don't know where to start. I'm not much to look at. I'm short with brown hair and brown eyes. My hair is a mess. It's frizzy and just everywhere, and I can't do anything with it! I tried to put clips in it, and when I went to take them out, I couldn't find them. I knew they were still there, but they really didn't keep the hair from my face, or help it in anyway. I don't know what I'll ever do if I have to put it up! I'm so lucky that Snape doesn't make me tie it back when we use cauldrons. It would be hopeless. Also it's long as well. It almost reaches the waist of my clothes. I'm very proud of that, and I must admit that having it long is probably the best it's ever looked.
Oh I sound so vain.
I'm on the short side too. I'm not horribly short like Professor Sprout though. I'm just a bit bellow average height, and I'm about my right weight, I'm not thin, but not fat. I think that's good. I mean I hope it is. I honestly wouldn't know seeing as how none of the boys really notice me, and I really don't care. I have better things to do than gawk at boys. I mean I'm going to study hard this year and see which subjects I like the best.
That's right. I'm going to do something that I'm not sure I can write in this journal even. I will say though that I will be taking many, many, many classes this year. I want to try all that is offered and see what I like the best. The ones I'm especially looking forward to is Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. I can't wait!
Oh it sounds like Ginny at the door. I should really hide this.
Tuesday 1 September 1993 0:45.
I can't sleep. I really can't. We're going to Hogwarts in a little over seven hours. I'm always like this, and I doubt I'll ever change. It's so exciting though! I love going to Hogwarts. It's the best school I've ever been to.
I should have written yesterday, but like I said I'm not a journal person, and I wanted to make sure that this was safe before I wrote anything else. I tried to put my hair up yesterday - what was I thinking?! I only succeeded in making it worse than normal and the twins poked fun at me. I of course had to stick up for myself, then Mrs. Weasley walked in and put a stop to them. Why can't I be intimidating? Am I just one big fuzz ball? That's not very intimidating.
Hogwarts! Hogwarts! Hogwarts! Hogwarts!
I need to breathe and sleep.
Tuesday 1 September 1993 22:50.
My hand is still shaking. My writing looks so poor. I pride myself in my good script, but it's understandable why, it really is.
It was so awful, the train ride! I've never been so scared in all my life! It started out odd enough. We got to the cabin we always have, and there was a professor in it - our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor naturally. So we had a normal enough train ride as one can have with a professor in their car, and then the train stopped.
Now the Hogwarts Express does not stop. It even says so in Hogwarts: a History. It did though, then it got cold and I suddenly felt like crying. I don't cry often, but I do sometimes. I wound up grabbing Ron's arm and I think I drew blood with my nails. He didn't complain though, but I did see him wiping the blood off them later on I think.
Oh I'm such a mess! It was scary though! It was scarier than even Fluffy!
Well, maybe not...but close!
This thing came into our cabin. It seemed to suck everything into it. It got colder than the coldest days in winter, and I honestly wanted to cry. I think this is when I drew blood from Ron, but again I'm not sure exactly when I pressed down that hard. Ginny and Neville were in the cabin with us by then, and I thought Ginny was going to faint, and then Harry did. Not only did he faint though, but he went thorugh fits, and it was so scary! I've never felt so helpless.
Then the professor, Professor Lupin, made the creature go away by making something white come from his wand. He told us that it was a Dementor, and then Dumbledore told us that they will be guarding Hogwarts.
You'll never guess why.
There's a murderer who wants Harry. He's the one who betrayed his family to Voldemort too. This is too much! It really is!
I must calm down though. I've got a very busy day tomorrow.
To be continued...