Disclaimer: Well…after going to therapy for many, many months they finally have me convinced that I'm not J.K. Rowling. It took a while but I know now that I'm not her. So this story is not written by her (me). Ya, that made about no sense but oh well.

Rating: It's rated PG-13 because I like to use cuss words, go into detail about icky bodily things like dying and love and the like. So be warned that even though this story isn't anything like Green Street Hooligans (Has anyone seen that? My goodness so much language we counted once and I got 257 swear words! and a lousy PG-13 rating! But still…one of my new favorite movies!) it still has a lot of variety in why it is rated PG-13.

Author's Note: Wow, it's been such a long time! I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. I'm just a lazy bum who likes to procrastinate until she feels so guilty she can't even look at the computer. Then after a few months the computer begins to look awful friendly and then BAM! Here I am writing another chapter. So I'm really sorry for the long delay. I would really like to thank luv sean faris for motivating me to get off my lazy bum and write. So this chapter is a little…different. That's because I am un-creative and have no idea how I want this to come out. So here's an attempt…

It has been twenty some years since I have seen this diary and yet I haven't aged a year. I didn't ever think that I would see it again. I had kind of hoped that I would never see it again. Like I said before, diaries disgust me. It feels different to be writing in this now. My hands are older, my nails have scratches in them, and my hand gets cramped from writing so much. I never knew anyone could age so much.

If anyone ever reads this diary they will wonder if I have become insane. In answer to the question that's zooming in your head: yes and no. Yes, I am insane. Why else would I have put a diary away and not written in it for twenty years? No, I'm not insane. I'm just a normal person who went back in time, fell in love, had her heart ripped out, and then came back. Happens all the time, right?

Now, again, you have questions flying around in that head of yours. Time travel? Is it possible? Does it happen all the time? And I have one question for you also. Wasn't there a time in this world when traveling around the world was impossible? A time when flying to the moon was just impossible? Anything is possible. Time travel is just a possibility that isn't going to happen very often.

Ok, now that I have you thoroughly confused I'm going to go back to the day all of this mumbo jumbo happened…

I woke up feeling the light of sun on my face. I groaned and rolled over trying to block the sun out. It didn't work so I gave in and got out of bed. Glancing at the clock I realized that I was behind schedule. I should be in and out of my shower by now and should be sitting at the table eating breakfast. Quickly I did what I always thought was disgusting…I said a spell to clean myself up. Usually I detest these types of spells. They are for people who are unorganized and have no sense of hygiene. So after the spell effectively cleaned my hair and brushed my teeth it continued on. This I had not expected. I suppose that since I had said the spell correctly and it was performed flawlessly it was going on to do the whole deal. I searched my brain for a counter curse but couldn't think of one.

So there I stood clean and smelling like apples. Why apples? I have no idea. But I didn't like the feeling of being so…girly. I looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes had make-up on them. Making a face I licked the palm of my hand and tried to clean some off. It worked a little and I felt a little better for at least trying. Oh, goodness, what was Ron going to think when I come down the morning after his little 'kiss' dressed like I expect something?

I didn't expect anything did I?

I heard a knock on my door and pushed troubling thoughts out of my mind. Ginny stood in my doorway looking like she had just rolled out of bed. "Hermione," she yawned. "If you don't hurry up breakfast's going to be cold." She then opened her eyes very wide and resembled a cartoon character. "Whoa, are you wearing make-up?"

I rolled my eyes and groaned. "I'm trying to get it off," I explained. "I used a spell and it went a little overboard."

Ginny laughed slightly. "Well, you should go overboard more often." With that final note she spun around and left me hating my make-up even more. My stomach growled though and I really wanted some of the food. Licking my palms a final time and rubbing some more off I went downstairs hoping that boys were too boyish to realize I had make-up on.

But of coarse they aren't. When you want them to act like men and not notice that you put time into looking nice that day, they won't. But if you want them to ignore you and pretend nothing is different it seems that you've done some major plastic surgery.

Fred and George were sitting at the table absorbed in an argument about who stole the idea of wearing purple dragon skin outfits from whom. Two down at least. Mr. Weasley was very interested in the newspaper as he read an article out loud to Mrs. Weasley. Two more down. Ginny looked up from her porridge and smiled at me. That only left…

"Hermione! Are you wearing make-up?"

Ron.

Instantly all conversation stopped and four pairs of eyes glanced in my direction. I felt my face grow very hot and tried to hide behind the cereal box as I sat down. Ginny decided that she wanted cereal at that exact moment and took away my hiding place.

"Well, Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said plopping two eggs onto my plate. "I didn't know you wore make-up."

"I don't I just--"

"Are you excited about seeing Ha--" George began only to be elbowed by Fred. Fred pointed to Mr. Weasley, who thankfully was tuned back into his paper. "Oh, um…are you excited about something that's happening in the near future then?"

"Ya," Fred continued. "Our divination sense is just tingling. We can feel that you're excited."

Ginny giggled into her cereal and splattered milk down her blouse. Fred and George grinned from ear to ear enjoying my embarrassment. Ron seemed to catch on after a moment and gave me a look that made me feel horrible. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. He looked shocked, hurt, and sad. What a horrible combination. Mrs. Weasley was the only person around the table that voiced her opinions. Oh dear! Mrs. Weasley though I put make-up for Harry! No! Oh please, Lord, have the ground swallow me!

"Oh! Hermione Granger! I want you to march upstairs and take that off!"

"But, Mrs. Weasley it was just a spell that went a little extreme!" I tried to explain. I felt even more embarrassed by the minute. My face was about to overheat.

"March, young lady!"

I turned around and got out of the kitchen as fast as I could. Damn Fred and George! They were always putting their two cents in. Now it was costing me. Shutting the door as quickly and quietly as I could I once again turned to stare at myself in the mirror. I did look like I was trying to impress someone. At least Ginny knew that I didn't like Harry. She was the only person that knew I liked Ron. Well, she said that everyone knew but she's the only person I've ever told.

I heard a knock on my door and turned just in time to see Molly come in. "Hermione, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted so motherly to you down there."

"It's ok, Mrs. Weasley. I didn't want any of this on anyway. I was just trying out a spell to clean up faster and I guess I overused it."

Mrs. Weasley walked up to me and put her hands on my shoulders. In an instant she was no longer just my friend's mom, she was no longer just an overprotective mother-like figure in my life. She had become more to me. It seemed the world had caught up to her. Her eyes looked sunken in and she let her guards down letting me see how truly tired and worn out she really was.

"Hermione, I'm sorry. I just get worried over you."

The simplest sentence can mean the world to me and this one did. I smiled and felt tears spring to my eyes. It was so innocent really.

"I worry about you too," I said hugging her slightly. Mrs. Weasley made an unladylike noise in the back of her throat and smiled crookedly.

"You have no reason to worry about me, dear. I can take care of myself. I just have a hard time keeping up with all of you kids." She laughed slightly and wiped some tears from her eyes. Clearing her throat she squared her shoulders and gave me a very serious look. "I want you to take care of yourself while you're at Harry's. I don't want any goofing off, and absolutely no doing anything dangerous. You're responsible, Hermione, and I know you can do it."

I thought briefly of my idea to promise Harry that Ron and I would be there. I thought for a small second that it was highly dangerous if performed wrong and also very highly illegal to attempt. Probably even illegal to think about. I swallowed hard knowing that I had to tell a lie.

"I'll take care of them, Mrs. Weasley."

OK, so it wasn't a total lie. I would take care of them. No matter what happened. I just wouldn't take care of them in a way that she could appreciate.


Forty minutes later I'm running around my room like a chicken with its head cut off. I could hear Ginny arguing with Mrs. Weasley downstairs about not wanting to see Harry at this point in time. Ron was sitting on the bed staring at the ceiling. Fred and George were making some weird noises upstairs that I didn't even want to know about.

I was beginning to grow nervous.

I hadn't seen Harry since school was out. All the letters I had sent him were long and wordy but he sent brief replies. I'm sure that he is depressed and in a dark mood. What if Ron and I only brought back more bad memories?

What if Harry had changed personalities?

He had been through so much it isn't unheard of. I just can't see Harry a depressed being for more than a month. He always sees the bright side of things, right? Well, no. I just really, really hope that he's fine.

Ron sighed and sat up. "Hermione, are you done pacing yet? You're making me nervous."

"I can't help it, Ron! So many things could be out of whack. What if Harry doesn't want us around? What if he's so depressed he can't get out of bed? What if he's sick? What will we do then?"

"Hermione, calm down! Harry is fine. He says so in his letters."

I threw my hands up in frustration. How could he be so blind? Honestly! Boys are so clueless! "Ron," I tried to explain. "When you're upset do you tell people that you're upset?" I didn't leave time for him to argue yes or no before I continued. "No, you say you're perfectly fine. Harry is not perfectly fine."

Ron lay back down on the bed and took up looking at the ceiling again. "You worry too much."

"I just worry about the right things, Ronald." I was beginning to grow frustrated with him. "I don't worry about whether the Cannons are going to win a silly match."

This time Ron shot out off the bed and was standing right in front of me in an instant. "Silly match?" he repeated unbelievingly. "Silly match?"

"Oh Ronald, stop being so dramatic! There are more important things than a silly quidditch match!"

"Hermione, I can't believe you would say something like that. What are you so worried about now? Other than Harry being a little sad, which we could cure in a minute."

"I don't know. Everything! Like…like how we could be killed performing the wizard's promise!"

A surprised look came onto Ron's face. He took a step back and stood there. "Killed?"

"Well, ya. I mean, it's a very complicated spell and if the swishes and flicks aren't done exactly right we could be paralyzed or killed or go into a coma or…"

"Hermione," Ron said putting his arms on my shoulders and stopping my rant. "If you think that it's the only way we can get Harry to understand us, then it is and we have to do it. But if you think there is any other way of doing it, then put out there. Because I really don't feel like going into a coma."

I laughed slightly. Like anyone would feel like going into a coma. "I don't see any other way."

"Then it's the only thing we can do."

Before either of us could think on it anymore the door burst open and a disheveled looking Mrs. Weasley staggered in. "It's time to leave," she said patting her wild hair. Ron bit back a laugh and went into a coughing fit. I nodded politely and grabbed my overnight bag.

Once outside I saw the car we'd be driving in. It was a normal looking muggle car I suppose: black and simple. I knew that it was magical though because Ginny, Ron, and I could all fit in the back seat with plenty of room to move around in. Possibly even enough room to sleep if I wanted to. Not that I would be able to with everything I had on my mind.

Mrs. Weasley slid into the driver's seat and started the car up with a loud roar. She banged on the steering wheel and it quieted down instantly. For a long time we drove in silence.

Once we started seeing houses and a neighborhood though Mrs. Weasley went into a long winded speech about being polite in someone else's home and being extremely cautious when talking about Sirius, or Dumbledore, or Cedric, or anyone else for that matter.

Ginny once again begged her mom to let her stay in the car or even walk home. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't have any of it though. Ron rolled his eyes next to me.

The car slowed to a stop on loose gravel. I looked out the window and saw many houses all alike lined in a perfect row. There was no character on Privet Drive. Mrs. Weasley seemed to know where she was going though and we stopped in the driveway of just another ordinary driveway. The light was on in the living room and I could see in a little bit. A family sat at a dining table. There were two heavyset males and a rather giraffe looking woman passing out a roast. I didn't see a Harry, but then again I wasn't surprised.

Mrs. Weasley had slid out of the car and was almost to the door by the time Ginny, Ron, and I had caught up with her. She turned to us and let out a breath. "Just remember to be polite," she recited. It seemed she was reminding herself to keep herself calm.

The doorbell rang and a woman yelled for someone to come answer the door. Footsteps pounded down stairs and a light was flicked on. I hadn't noticed how dark it was outside. It seemed we had only been traveling for an hour but it must have been most of the day.

The pretty wooden door slowly opened and a familiar mess of black hair popped out from behind it. His glasses were slightly askew and his hair was even more messy than usual. His deep, dark green eyes seemed even more vacant and they had dark purple circles beneath them. Oh dear.

"Harry!" I couldn't help myself. I hadn't seen him in such a long time. I jumped into his arms and squeezed maybe a little too tightly. He was shocked for a moment but seemed to realize who I was and hugged back just as strongly.

"Hermione! What are you doing here?"

I stepped back and looked at him. He was wearing too big jeans and a baggy sweatshirt and looked like he hadn't changed out of them since the beginning of summer. Oh dear, dear.

I glanced at Ron and saw that he had a rather sour look on his face. Maybe I should have been a little more cautious of throwing myself at Harry. After all Ron did like me right? At least I think Ron liked me…

Ron blinked hard though and extended his hand toward Harry. Harry shook it wholeheartedly and they pulled each other into one of those 'manly' hugs. Mrs. Weasley weaseled her way in and gave Harry one of those bone crushing hugs she was so famous for. Once Mrs. Weasley had pulled away though Harry's eyes fell onto Ginny.

She however did not even offer Harry her hand. She stood there and glared a hole into the floor in front of her. Her hair hid her face from view and her right foot did a circle in front of her from nervousness. Harry stood awkwardly in the door and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

"Uh…what are you doing here?" Harry repeated deciding to skip over Ginny for a while at least.

"We've come to kidnap you, mate," Ron said a smile on his face.

Mrs. Weasley nudged Ron. "Ron, we are here to take Harry to his rightful place. We aren't kidnapping him. After all we're going to persuade his…family…to let him come."

She stumbled over the word family. She had never really seen Harry's Aunt and Uncle as true family. With rightful reason too. I agree that for someone to be your family they have to care for you. They don't necessarily have to be related to you. I consider the Weasley's and Harry to be apart of my family even though we aren't blood related.

Harry looked up suddenly. "That won't take much convincing on your part. I'm pretty sure they want me out of here."

I felt my heart go out to Harry. It must really be rough for him.

"Well anyway we'll have to talk to them. Can we come in?"

Harry opened the door wider and Ginny briskly shot in and was in the hallway away from everyone in a heartbeat. Honestly, she could be so childish at times. I followed in after her. Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to be too shy and marched right into the dining room and interrupted the Dursely's in the middle of their dinner.

"Hi, I'm Molly Weasley," she began. The shocked faces around the table were absolutely priceless. Dudley had his spoon of peas halfway to his face before he froze. Peas fell out of the spoon and onto the table creating a mess but he just stared blankly before him, not able to believe that his dining room was now filled with wizards and witches. Vernon and Petunia also froze with unintelligible looks plastered on their faces. Ron snorted. "I've come here to take Harry away. If that's ok with you I mean."

There was stunned silence. No one said anything. Ron had completely lost it by now and was audibly laughing. "Well, I'll take that as a yes then." Mrs. Weasley spun around and glanced at Harry. "Go get your things dear. We'll be leaving in promptly five minutes." With that Mrs. Weasley left the room and I heard the car start up once again. Harry grabbed my arm and Ron's and pulled us up the stairs and into his room.

It wasn't really a room though. I think it might have been a junk closet. Broken items lay scattered all around the floor and pinned to the walls. Many forgotten toys lay in a corner. Once they were used for fun and now all they did was lay there and collect dust. The only way you could tell that this room was a bedroom was that there was a small unmade bed that seemed to be thrown haphazardly into the room. There was a small chest of drawers leaning against the wall. One drawer was open showing some deep black Hogwarts robes. On the top of the chest was a bird cage that hadn't been cleaned out in a very long time. Hedwig seemed to be happy to see Ron and I though because she hooted merrily and flapped her wings wanting out of the cage.

I went over and opened the latch lettering her bounce out onto my shoulder. She pecked sweetly at my ear and made a low humming noise perfectly content to be out of her space.

"Uncle Vernon doesn't like to see her out of her cage," Harry said as he passed by me. He had a stack of pants in his hand and threw them into a pile in a suitcase. Ron was cleaning out Hedwig's cage with his wand. Well, at least he was trying to clean it out. He couldn't remember the spell. I sighed and did it for him. He turned around and gave me a half grin as a thanks.

"She needs to stretch her wings once in a while," I said petting her long white feathers.

"Why are you guys really here?"

I was shocked by the randomness of that question. I had expected out conversation about Hedwig to go on for at least another minute or so. I didn't know what Harry would be so blunt about asking a question like that. Didn't he know the answer?

I looked over to Ron and he had a puzzled look on his face just as I must have had. Ron opened his mouth and made a sort of squeak. I had no idea what to say. I prayed silently for Ron to speak up.

"We're here because Mum didn't think its right to have you locked away in this little house for more than necessary," I heard Ginny say.

I spun around shocked to see her. I had not expected her to say anything to Harry. She had come with us only because Mrs. Weasley would not let her stay at the house all by herself. Mrs. Weasley was horrified of what could happen if only one person was home and something terrible happened.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry straighten considerably. His hand shot up and he tried, with no avail, to tame his very messy hair. Hedwig bounced up and down on my shoulder and flew over to Ginny. Ginny caught her and nuzzled her cheek against Hedwig's.

"You came only because Mrs. Weasley thought you should?" Harry asked looking at all three of us.

Oh, honestly Harry! How could he even think that we didn't want to come also? As if we hadn't tried to talk the Weasley's into letting us at least come to see him. As if we hadn't begged for the Order to come and take him away from this place.

Sometimes I think Harry just wants to hear it from us that we do really care for him. Sometimes I think that he thinks we only do things for him because we were told to by someone else.

"Harry, we came because we couldn't stand to hear more letters from you saying you were fine. We came because we wanted to see you again," I explained taking a step toward him.

Harry backed away slightly. It really hurt. I didn't want to be mad at him but the way he was acting made me feel sad and angry. As childish as it is I felt tears spring into my eyes. Damn him! He's so good at making me cry.

"Harry, we're not even supposed to be here. Mum sneaked us out without the orders permission to do so. They have no idea that we're here," Ron said also taking a step toward Harry.

Harry's calculating eyes shot between Ron and me. He seemed to be having an inward battle. Finally after moments of pure torture he nodded his head. I felt so relieved. At least Harry knows that we don't do everything the order tells us.

"So are we going back to your house then, Ron?"

Ron went into a coughing fit at that moment. Oh great. How do we tell Harry that we're going back to Grimwauld Place? He hated it there last time; I know he's going to hate it there this time.

"Actually, we're going to go to Grimwauld Place," I said. My hands were twisting knots in front of me nervously. I always played with my hands when I was uncomfortable.

Harry's reaction was unexpected also, but then again since when was Harry predictable? He seemed to have known that we were going there when he asked the question. Harry's face became a mask and he showed no real emotions, but I knew that he was dreading going there. With a simple nod he grabbed his bag and squared his shoulders.

"Let's get going then."

Author's Note: Wow. It's been a really, really long time. I know. I feel bad for it also. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Things are about to get interesting I swear. I think this chapter is a little off compared to my other chapters but I've tried rewriting it and nothing else seems to fit either. I think it's just my lack of updates and I'm out of sync with everything. The next chapter should be up to my standards at least. I hope. So please let me know that I still have some people out there who haven't banished me for lack of updates. Let me know how you like the chapter. I'll try to update as soon as I can.