Journal Of Harry Potter

July 20th

Since Sirius's death, my life has drastically changed. Death seems so close... too close to be honest. I peer out of my window and expect to see a dark shadow of an enemy... Lord Voldemort. When ever I do see a shadow, though, it is just the clouds.
This summer has dragged by so very slow. I don't hear too much from Ron and Hermoine. maybe an occasional letter asking how I am doing. I can't wait to return to Hogwarts to see their faces. I am really missing those letters from Sirius, though. Sometimes I think he will be right there when I look up. but nothing. If only I could have -

The journal entry comes to an abrupt stop. Form this page on, everything was stained with dry blood.

5 years later

As Hermoine sifted through the un-stained pages of Harry's diary, tears were welling up in her large brown eyes.
She remembers the day this diary was ruined. how it got stained with the blood. She tries so hard not to think about that day. it just hurts so much.
But as she turned to the blood stained pages, she couldn't help but let her mind drift to that one night. She cringed at the memory of Harry lying lifeless on top of his diary. not moving. Ron wasn't too far away, sprawled across the ground. Hermoine was crouched at Harry's side, screaming for him to wake up. which never happened.
Hermoine shut the diary and turned off her bedroom light. As she sat on her bed and let the night air engulf her, she prayed that she wouldn't have any more night mares about the night of her two best friends' deaths.