I was thinking. Big surprise. Actually, I've been in Hermione's body so long that I might as well start unpacking her things. I asked her roommates, pretending I forgot where "I" put my things. I found her diary. Blank. Oh, well, maybe she was going to write stories in it but hadn't started. When I was just about done with her suitcase, I saw that the girl in the bed next to Hermione's had poppies-apparently I was allergic because I started sneezing. Pop! The writing appears in the diary. Being practically bored out of my mind and not having any weekend homework, I read:
July 24
I had a dream that our experiences at Hogwarts were kept in seven books: four were done and the fifth was just starting.
Ron invited me over again this summer and since my parents didn't quite enjoy the magical barrier they couldn't get through, they let me go.

July 25
It was so hilarious- Mr. Weasley at my father's dental office!
We arrived without incident at the Burrow and had a full meal at an overly full table. The potato bowl actually fell off, but between us, we "Wingardium Leviosa"ed it back up. Naturally, I received a citation.
Harry arrived to day: It was the second time that Fred and George drove the flying car and got caught, but at least their dad knew about it.
Anyway, I wonder who our DADA teacher will be. Maybe it will be the Mrs. Figg, but I can't believe Harry said she's his babysitter and yet Professor Dumbledore mentioned her to be "part of the old gang; in my dream, that would have been on (about) the two hundred seventy-third page. I have heard of another woman who might take the job: Professor Rowling. I haven't gotten any information about her other than the fact that she wants to be Harry's biographer.
Uh oh.