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Hermione Lynn Granger
Journal of the 5th year of Hogwarts
8-25
I'm going to Hogwarts, again. Oh joy. I hate it there. I am teased and ridiculed just like I was in Mayfield Elementary back here, at home. I had hoped it would all be different. Of course not. The only improvement is that I have two friends, but I am constantly wondering if they are only my friends out of pity. I bet so, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are almost always talking to themselves, never to me. My life is so boring, and I'm only a menace to society, Parvati and Lavendar say so. Well, that's what I think I hear. Honestly, people should just put me in a box, drop me onto the English Channel and watch me float away. Oh, I'm depressing myself again. I do this every time I write in this journal. I vow never to write in it until Hogwarts.
~Hermione
8-26
Ok, so I lied.
I never know why I sign my name after every journal entry. It's so pathetic, I mean, who ELSE could it be writing in Hermione's journal? Bob? Probably not. I don't even know a Bob. It's stupid, I'M stupid. I neeeeeeeeeeeed to talk to someone, and there are no people who care. The only thing that will listen to me is a poor, defenseless piece of paper that has to listen to every word I write, or it shall suffer the concequences of the paper shredder!
Ahhh, I am doing my homework now, and I just spilled ink all over my favorite sweater. I can't get it out! Earlier, my cousins came over and started to tease me about being a witch. Bill (my oldest cousin who's 18) said he should tie me to the stake and burn me. He said he was kidding, but I don't know. He probably wants to get rid of me and my horrible life. I wish he would leave me alone! WORLD, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!
~Hermione
9-1
Here I am now, lying on my four poster bed here at Hogwarts, where I should feel safe and happy, but I don't feel that way at all. Today was a nightmare. First, my father forgot to pick me up and drop me off at King's Cross (he often forgets about me like this). When I came in, I was on the other side of the station, so I had to use magic to get to platform 9 and 3/4 in time, although it's strictly forbidden. I've never breaken a rule like this in my life! But it was either follow rules or miss the train.
Anyway, my trolley turned into a go-cart, and I was soon speeding down the halls at 30 miles per hour, steering it like a car. I flew through the wall between platforms 9 and 10, but the train was leaving! I had wait for the conductor to back up and pick me up, causing the train to be an hour behind schedule.
I walked into the car that Harry and Ron were on when I got onto the train and said hi extremely brightly, but they didn't notice me while they were chomping down on their sweets from the cart. I tried to get their attention, but they never looked up. Am I really that forgettable? Would they notice if I were gone forever? Probably not.
Later, we got to Hogwarts so late that me missed the feast. The meal is only good for a half hour after being eaten, so we were too late. The house elves (who are STILL slaves!) made us all sandwiches. Everyone was glaring at me when they thought of the roast turkey and mountains of sweets that they could have been eating, but because of me, they only had ham and beef sandwiches.
Dumbledore pulled me away from the crowd during the dinner of subs for a bit to tell me that I was the newest Gryffindor 5th year prefect! I was so excited, and he told me the password. "London Jujubees" he told me. What an odd password! I took my new badge, pinned it onto my robes, and led the way to the Gryffindor towers.
No one talked to me, not even Ron, who was really angry at me because he wasn't able to eat his favorite dishes at the feast. This brought my spirit down. He'll never like me. I'm the worst.
So that was today's lovely adventure. I brought the entire school's dinner into the garbage, and now everyone hates me. Anyone have a box?
~Hermione
9-5
Harry's mad at me. So is Ron. I don't know why, but he seems to be ignoring me. He's always looking at the Hufflepuff table, and whenever I try to say something, he says, "whatever" and goes right on staring. Ron's always mad at me. It's just obvious.
I've stopped eating again. Ron and Harry aren't even concerned at all! Why don't they notice that I'm in a horrible slump today? It's so obvious! The WORLD can see my pain, and they LAUGH at it. They laugh at me! It's the worst feeling in the world.
~Hermione
9-8
I've gotten my first paper back. It was in Transfiguration. A perfect. The next highest was Harry's, a B-. Everyone looks at me envily. What did I do? The A was an accident. Maybe I should let my grades drop and just let everyone like me. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Become popular. That's what I need to do to make me happy!
First thing's first. I need to make a list of what I need to do or improve on to become popular.
Operation X
nice hair (that'll be a miracle)
low grades
befriend Parvati and Lavendar
buy new robes
wear makeup
break rules
read Witch Weekly well, erm, weekly
date someone popular
Oh, God, that list is way to long to do. I bet myself I can pull it off. I'm only doing this for my happiness, so I won't end up alone and unwanted.
Anyway, Operation X will start first thing tomorrow morning.
~Hermione
