A/N: hey people I haven't updated in a while and I am sorry but I have been swamped with conferences tests and projects and homework. I think homework should be list ed under medieval torture devices. It also directly violates the constitution because the constitution says "no cruel or unjust punishments" and I think a cruel, unjust punishment perfectly describes homework. Anyways, sorry bout going of about homework like that and I would like to thank my reviewers; I know some people don't like this but I do!

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Anyways, here goes chapter 3!

Chapter 3: Unwritten

Reaching for something the distance

So close you almost tase it

Release your innovations

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

- Natasha Bedingfield

All our lives we are searching for the one special someone, the person you will spend the rest of your life with, the one person who fills the dark spaces in your heart with love. We go searching all over the place, trying to find that person, but all we need to do is stop searching and look at the person right in front of your eyes that you would have never thought of.

It became a ritual, everyday I would read an entry from the diary, and everyday would leave me with more questions and more sadness. The family began to distance themselves from me, at least the kids did. I was not invited anymore to play so game or puzzle with them, I was becoming invisible.

I spent most of my time reading and laying outside in the garden. The garden is my haven. The bright green grass vast and glowing, the daisies all over the flower beds mixed in with the tulips and roses tilting and the wind blew against them softly, the sun warmly shining on my pale skin. I just read when I am there. It is my sanctuary.

Every time I look up at the clouds, I can see their faces, at least the ones I have seen of them from Mr. Weasley's photo albums. They smile at me as if they are here with me, here to love me and hold, here to be my family. Tears coming rolling down my cheeks whenever I see their faces. I want to know everything about them, but I don't know anything.

I can hear someone yelling when I wake up. I can hear sobbing and screaming and hitting, but not from our house. Our family now has a neighbor, not having personally met them yet I already know that they are not like this family, they are not perfect.

Two distinct voices can be heard, one sounds young, maybe my age, the other deep and older, both obviously male. I slip off my bed, trying as to not make a sound, and tip toe over to my window that overlooks my haven. I can now hear them better, the younger one's voice sounds to me like a combination between anger and being afraid, where as the older one just sounds extremely angry. I wish I could see them, see their faces. I am completely engrossed in their argument, even though I have no idea what they are saying, I only hear slurs of syllables and words, no distinct sentences though. I can seem to surmise that the older one is the father and the younger one his son. My mind now wanders to the mother. Is she not there? Is there no mother? If the mother is there, is she scared like her son, or angry like her husband? A slew of possibilities and question run through my mind as I try to figure a family that I have never met and don't know the slightest thing about.

Then suddenly I see someone come out the side door into their garden, he must be the son because he looks about my age. For some reason I feel some impulse to go and talk to him, which is exactly what I end up doing.

I run around my room trying to find a shirt, pulling it smoothly over my head, and I pull on a pair of jeans and flip-flops and run out of the house. I now have no care as to whether anyone knows I am awake or what I am doing.

I am now free of the house; I am running to where he is, not sure whether he is still there or not. I lift up the loose board in the fence that I found when they built the fence so I could lay in the grass. I now see him standing there in the sun. He looks hurt. I want to help him.

He looks up, noticing me. He seems a little confused.

Standing still in place he says "how did you get in here?"

I look embarrassed because I just realize I just ran into his yard expecting him to tell me everything.

"Through the fence, I live in the house next door," I slowly say.

"Oh…why are you here?" he asks, still confused on why I came running into his yard.

He speaks before I can, and asks "is this how you greet all your neighbors?"

I laugh, I haven't laughed in a long time. I say, "No, not at all. I just heard the fight and thought you might…never mind…I was stupid…I am going to go now."

"Wait…" I think he says, but I don't respond, I just leave, running all the way back to my room, crying for some weird reason.

I find my mom's diary and open it and read.

I don't see him anymore. I wish I could, but I can't. Everyone says he is unstable. Everyone says is a horrible person. I don't believe them. Ron says he is not worthy of me and that only my true friends are. I think he is implying himself, and I think he is going to show me why he is. I am scared.

Hermione

A/N: Hopefully that was sort of a cliff hanger. This chapter is longer. I am working on writing longer chapters, but it's hard. I will update REALLY soon. No cursing in this chapter because no one is mad and I only swear when I am mad or laughing really hard or surprised. Please review. 