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22/06

Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning; my pillow was wet from the tears I cried last night. I dreamt again of the last battle: I was there, I never told anyone, but I was and I saw it all. I can't tell anyone but at night its there, always lurking in the back of my thoughts- usually it's a nightmare. I woke at 3am and found myself wondering down to the dungeons- a cold murk place I used to think- but now I find its solitude helpful- I needed to speak to someone -someone who would tell me how stupid I was being. He wasn't there.

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Dearest diary,
You've been with me from the beginning and only you can understand how I feel when I found out that Ginny had been rushed to St Mungo's. Dumbledore asked me quietly how I felt about it- what could I say? I just nodded my head and concentrated on the job on hand, but Severus kindly gave me the weekend off so I can go and visit Ginny- she seems locked up inside of herself- she keeps crying out for Harry- its breaking her family's heart- all her dreams have come to nothing. I wonder if she remembers all the laughter we shared- or is it just a memory. Why did this have to happen? *~ *~ *~ *~ *~ *~

1/07

Dear Diary,
The great Hermione granger has done something inordinately stupid- she's fallen for a man she can never have. I was staring at his hands last night- they're so pale and smooth and long fingered- almost like a pianists. They're so graceful. I found myself imagining what they would feel like. That right- the intelligent know it all granger has fallen for her ex potions master- the man she has to work with every day. How could I have been so stupid?

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