Chapter TWO
In the Granger House, Hermione's Room.
"Dear Diary," Hermione read as she wrote, "Today is August 20th, I will be leaving for the Burrow to go with Harry, Ron and Ron's family to the Quidditch World Cup." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I've already read ahead and memorized what will be taught up to Christmas, I found this year's Ancient Runes textbook to be extremely interesting, especially Ehwaz and Eihwaz. They stand for Partnership and Defence respectively, but I always mix them up, maybe to me partnership is something that I need to defend. I've been practising spells recently as well, I have mastered the Levitation Charm, the Summoning Charm, the Water-Making Spell, and the Patron..." She stopped herself before finish writing the last mentioned spell, with a deep breath she forged onward with the entry. "Patronus Charm, but it seems that the spell only works when I am focusing... On that night when Harry cast his Patronus Charm."
"I look forward to the new school year at Hogwarts, I've missed Harry a lot, a bit of Ron I guess...", She pondered momentarily what to write about the two boys "I seem to be able to study a lot better if Harry is around, his presence calms me and excite me at the same time." not noticing the contradiction in her writing, she continued "Meanwhile, Ron would cheer me up sometimes, but I rather not have him around completely so that it's just me and Harry. I guess there isn't that much more I need to record here..." She pulled out her wand. The tip of her wand flickered and pointed to the diary as she cast "Atramentum Submersa". Instantly, the words she wrote down seconds again seems to be absorbed by the page, not leaving a single trace. The young girl smiled to herself as she stood up from her table, she walked over to her trunk, kneeling down and placed the closed diary inside. Three-quarters of the trunk are filled with books, quills, inks and parchment, the last quarter was filled with some clothes neatly folded. She stared at her trunk until she reached out and grabbed a small neatly wrapped box. She stayed kneeling next to her trunk for an awfully long time only when the sound of a nearby clock tower woke her up from her thoughts. In a hurry, she threw the box back into her trunk, slammed it shut and left to prepare for bed.
"Harry!" Hermione can't help but shout when she saw her friend who wore a pair of circular-rimmed glasses, the next second her very bushy brown hair flew all over the place as she ran and embraced him in a crushing hug. Meanwhile Mrs. Weasley was questioning Mr. Weasley about what Fred and George did to Harry's cousin Dudley. To get out of the mess that is happening in the kitchen, Harry, Hermione and Ginny followed Ron up to his room where Harry will be staying for his time here.
"So Harry, did you enjoy the stuff I sent you?" Hermione asked eagerly. "Oh yeah, thanks for all the snacks you sent", Harry replied. Hermione's face lit up upon hearing the words of compliment from her best friend. "Although, some of them are not as nice tasting due to the lack of sugar", Harry commented. "Oh! Don't worry I find some them not very nice as well." Hermione nervously agreed.
"I think they've stopped arguing," said Hermione, to cover the awkward moment. "Shall we go down and help your mum with dinner?" she said turning towards Ron and Ginny now. "Yeah, all right," said Ron. The four of them left Ron's room and went back downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley alone in the kitchen, looking extremely bad-tempered.
"C'mon," Ron said hurriedly, seizing a handful of cutlery from the open drawer, and signalling the others to follow lead, "let's go and help Bill and Charlie. We are eating in the garden given how many people we have."
While eating, the trio distanced them from the conversation between Charlie, Fred and George of the World Cup, the talk Mrs. Weasley is giving to Bill and Ginny about fashion, "The top-secret one" Percy and Mr. Weasley is having at the other end of the table.
By the time they had finished, moths were fluttering low over the table, and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass, honeysuckle and a clean smell of ink and parchment. "That ought to be Hermione" Harry thought to himself.
"Look at the time," Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, checking her wristwatch. "You really should be in bed, the whole lot of you you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup. Harry, if you leave your school list out, I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone else's. There might not be time after the World Cup, the match went on for five days last time."
"I can't wait for the match!" Harry thought to himself as his head touched the pillow.