Summary: It is the ending of Harry, Hermione and Ron's sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Hermione somehow goes back into the past! RL/HG

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related, I only own the strange little plot that I formed in my strange little head. Tehe.

A/N: I feel so special! Three reviews! I didn't think I would get any! Woohoo! Go you guys! hands them all virtual cookies (:) (:) (:) Here is chapter two. Oh yeah, I got the idea of the notebook from this one fanfiction I read one time, so all the credit goes to them! I'm just using their idea.

Forward to Times Past

Chapter Two: The Notebook

On the way back to Number Four Privet Drive, Harry asked the Dursleys the question.

"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, can I go over to my friend, Hermione Granger's house over the summer?"

"We'd have to discuss it." Aunt Petunia said.

"If it makes you feel any better, if you say yes, I'll be gone all summer." Harry added.

"We'll discuss it." Aunt Petunia repeated. The rest of the car ride was silent. Every once in a while, you could hear the crunch of potato chips that made Dudley, Harry's overlarge cousin, fatter than ever. When they did arrive home, Harry immediately got his luggage out of the trunk and went up to his room.

He unpacked his trunk and dug out his still-wrapped Christmas present out of the bottom of his trunk and wondered if he should open it now, or until after dinner. Dinner would be in fifteen minutes, so he decided to wait. He laid down on his bed and thought.

He thought about the upcoming N.E.W.T.s and how hard his classes would be. His mind wandered for a while until it finally landed on Hermione. How her figure has changed since he first met her on the train to Hogwarts first year. His mind wandered and he was broken out of 'Hermione trance' when he heard the booming voice of Uncle Vernon.

"GET DOWN HERE AND MAKE DINNER THIS INSTANT, BOY!"

He broke out of his trance quickly and thought, Why am I thinking about Hermione like this? She is my friend, nothing more. He ran downstairs and began to make dinner. He made spaghetti and meatballs, cooked to perfection.

When dinner was over, Harry put the dishes in the dishwasher and ran upstairs to open the Christmas present he got from Hermione. He carefully unwrapped it and was puzzled. In his hands was a notebook. A notebook? I know Hermione can be strange at times, but a NOTEBOOK? He opened the notebook and out fell a note. It read:

Dear Harry,

Happy Christmas! I got this journal for you and me. The notebooks (I have one too) are special. They allow us to communicate faster than owls! It's kinda like Riddle Diary, but it's you and me instead. All you have to do to activate it is write your full name on the front page and put a drop of blood underneath it. The book should glow red and then go back to normal. Then it is activated and we can communicate with each other! Mine's already activated, so you can write to me anytime!

Love ya lots,

Hermione.

"Cool!" Harry said out loud. He couldn't wait to activate his notebook. So he wrote Harry James Potter on the first page and poked his finger hard with a pen. Blood oozed out and he put a drop under his name. The book glowed red and went back to normal momentarily. He wanted to test it. So he turned the page and wrote, Hermione?

A/N: Yeah, kind of a cliffy, kinda not. But there you go! Chappy two. That should keep you wonderful reviewers busy for a while. (Hopefully) For the next chapter, I would like seven to ten reviews! So tell your friends : )