~* To Anne, Edith, Margot and Otto Frank and to all people, who died or lost their relatives in the Second War*~
Based on "Lynn, a Navajo" (To live in two worlds) by Brent
Ashabranner and "The Diary of Anne Frank"
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Dear Anne
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10.08.
I can feel the sunstrays on the top of my head and they become hotter and hotter, so I'll perhaps have to change my place now, but then I'll have to stand up and lead my thoughts to find a more comfortable one, even if only for a second, AND I'll lost my thought line, though I haven't a clear one right now, but I do finally feel able to write something down, even I think it just waste of time and paper, but it gives me a surprisingly nice and I won't stop right now and… oh God, I suppose that is the most weird diary, that was ever written. I myself never thought I would write one, not really at least.
As I was seven I've tried this several times, only because all girls in my class did it… but I've never written more then two times in each started one.
Till one day, as I found that really famous book by my granma and that the real reason I'm writing now. The book is written by a girl of my age, well to be exactly it is a diary she wrote while the Second War. I suppose so very everyone knows whom I'm talking about. Her name was Anne Frank.
Anne! Of course, I've heard of her ages ago already, but I never really red her notes from first to last page. I can't describe that weird feeling, that grew in me since this day. My whole world crashed and lost it's shape. I can't believe I ever complained about my "oh-so-unhappy" life. I can't believe that I never thanked God for giving me all that, what I have. I never thought how lucky I am to walk along the street and to feel the warm spring wind on my face, to see the beautiful green scenery around me and to know that I'm free.
I although never felt such rage, never in my whole life.After the years of horrible life, which she stood through that courageous is she one of the people, who in first line deserves to live.
Oh Anne! I'm thinking and praying for you nearly every day, if you would only know what would I do for meet you only for a minute. My granma told me once, that if I want to make someone hear me, I just need to think about him. That is the really only reason, why I've started the diary. I am a horrible writer and I don't think it'll be a masterpiece, but it will help me to deal with all my thoughts right now, I hope so at least.
London, 1995
Hermione J. Granger
A/N Sorry for any mistakes, that were in the text.
L. Wondercat