Disclaimer: All HP characters as well as all the HP books are JKR's, didn't you know that?! Well, if you didn't then you most certainly are no fan of Harry. But hey, you can read this anyway!
A/N: Well, this should more or less be the diary of Hermione Granger during her first year in Hogwarts. I am not using dates in this fic because:
A. I really don't know the exact ones
B. Well, I was checking up MY diary from when I was 11 years old. I didn't use them either.
C: I don't want to anyway
It's a Hermione's POV of the things that took place in book one. Only that it happenes to be a diary. A diary of an eleven-years-old. So please don't expect proper language or grammar. I've been trying to make this sound like Hermione and a eleven-yeard-old for the last few hours and it's 4.30 in the morning! Why is it that I'm always writing my fics at night? I really don't understant it.
Dear Diary...
Hi, it's me, Hermione. I'm eleven years old by now and I am a witch. A really really real witch with magical powers. you don't believe me, now do you? I can't believe it myself, but I got that awkward letter with that really big owl telling me being a witch and having to go to a school called Horwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn how to do magic. The letter. Not the owl. It also said they're awaiting my owl. I didn't know what that meant. Mom and Dad didn't know that either. But they kinda wondered why the owl didn't fly off again and then they decided to try out if it was supposed to wait for an answer so they wrote this very long letter about me having recieved the letter and that i would be glad to go this school and that they're taking me to this place in London with this very awkward name and getting me the things in that second letter. So we went to London. There was this really little pub. It was so small, that Mom and Dad didn't even notice it until I took them both by the hand and leading them in with me. There was a very really nice man in the pub. He asked if Mom and Dad were mugles (i hope i did write this properly, i hadn't heard it before and I do not know how to spell wizardrish or witch) and they said they didn't know this word and the very really nice man then said that if they don't know what a mugle is they probably are and then he winked at me. He lead us to the yard and tipped the wall with his wand and it turned into an archway. I first thought it was just a twig and wondered why he was carrying a twig around with himself. I mean the wand. But then Dad bought me a wand too so now i know. The man also asked about me becoming a Horwarts student and my parents being mugles. He told me a new game. It's called 'How Do I Get To Platform 9 3/4 and it's played so that I have to go to the King's Cross Station on September 1st and than just run through the barrier between 9 and 10. Mum bought me some books too. There was a really long list of things I needed to get to go to that school. Mom bought me even more books than there were on that list. I'm starting to read them tomorrow morning. It's just so late now. And Mom said I have to go to sleep. So I can't read them today.
Good night, then.
Hermione
A/N: This is also beta read by Luinthoron. Well, almost all that I write, is. That's why I dedicate this one to him, too. Well, this was planned to be a longer work. I mean, I was going to write about the whole first year. So if you like this (first part oh the) thing, let me know. I will write more, if I get at least one review telling me to.
A/N: Well, this should more or less be the diary of Hermione Granger during her first year in Hogwarts. I am not using dates in this fic because:
A. I really don't know the exact ones
B. Well, I was checking up MY diary from when I was 11 years old. I didn't use them either.
C: I don't want to anyway
It's a Hermione's POV of the things that took place in book one. Only that it happenes to be a diary. A diary of an eleven-years-old. So please don't expect proper language or grammar. I've been trying to make this sound like Hermione and a eleven-yeard-old for the last few hours and it's 4.30 in the morning! Why is it that I'm always writing my fics at night? I really don't understant it.
Dear Diary...
Hi, it's me, Hermione. I'm eleven years old by now and I am a witch. A really really real witch with magical powers. you don't believe me, now do you? I can't believe it myself, but I got that awkward letter with that really big owl telling me being a witch and having to go to a school called Horwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn how to do magic. The letter. Not the owl. It also said they're awaiting my owl. I didn't know what that meant. Mom and Dad didn't know that either. But they kinda wondered why the owl didn't fly off again and then they decided to try out if it was supposed to wait for an answer so they wrote this very long letter about me having recieved the letter and that i would be glad to go this school and that they're taking me to this place in London with this very awkward name and getting me the things in that second letter. So we went to London. There was this really little pub. It was so small, that Mom and Dad didn't even notice it until I took them both by the hand and leading them in with me. There was a very really nice man in the pub. He asked if Mom and Dad were mugles (i hope i did write this properly, i hadn't heard it before and I do not know how to spell wizardrish or witch) and they said they didn't know this word and the very really nice man then said that if they don't know what a mugle is they probably are and then he winked at me. He lead us to the yard and tipped the wall with his wand and it turned into an archway. I first thought it was just a twig and wondered why he was carrying a twig around with himself. I mean the wand. But then Dad bought me a wand too so now i know. The man also asked about me becoming a Horwarts student and my parents being mugles. He told me a new game. It's called 'How Do I Get To Platform 9 3/4 and it's played so that I have to go to the King's Cross Station on September 1st and than just run through the barrier between 9 and 10. Mum bought me some books too. There was a really long list of things I needed to get to go to that school. Mom bought me even more books than there were on that list. I'm starting to read them tomorrow morning. It's just so late now. And Mom said I have to go to sleep. So I can't read them today.
Good night, then.
Hermione
A/N: This is also beta read by Luinthoron. Well, almost all that I write, is. That's why I dedicate this one to him, too. Well, this was planned to be a longer work. I mean, I was going to write about the whole first year. So if you like this (first part oh the) thing, let me know. I will write more, if I get at least one review telling me to.