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Thought Unwillingly Shared
Chapter four!
Hermione stared down at the mahogany colored book on her bed with a confused expression playing its way across her brow. Finally, after many thoughts had chased themselves around her mind as to what the little book was, she picked it up to examine it. Noticing that each page was blank, Hermione decided that it must be a diary. 'Now how in Merlin's name did this get here?' she wondered. Considering her latest conclusion, and since she was unaware of where it came from, she began to take more precaution while examining the diary. There was absolutely no writing anywhere on it; none on the cover, none on any of the pages, not even any dates like there had been on Riddle's diary. Feeling rather silly for jumping to conclusions about it being dark in some way, Hermione decided that it must be from Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick. Both seemed the type to give her a gift at the beginning of the year. But just in case, Hermione decided to keep the feelings she wrote in the diary about things that had nothing to do with the Dark Lord. She would only write about less important things, just in case it might end up in the wrong hands.
Like many other girls, Hermione had kept a diary before. In fact, Hermione had kept a dairy all throughout her life before she found out she was a witch. Once she started Hogwarts, however, she found that she no longer had time to write about frivolous things such as boys and how she felt about being made fun of for her bushy hair and bucked teeth. At Hogwarts there were far more important things to write about yet it seemed that time would slip away between her fingers. That was why, in her first week at Hogwarts, she had decided to no longer keep a diary. 'Yet, it would be a shame to waste this new diary,' She had thought while holding the beautiful, leather bound book in her hands, 'Especially if someone had the decency to go out a buy it for me.' Without any extra thought, Hermione plopped down on her four poster bed and began writing.
'Dear Diary, It has been quite a while since I have written but now, with this beautiful new book, I don't think I will be able to contain myself. I have so much that I should be able to write about to make up for the past six years. Unfortunately, I won't be able to write about a lot of it, although I can't write why. When I first found out that I was a witch I couldn't believe it and now, in my sixth year, I don't think I could have managed to live the rest of my life as a muggle! Actually, I probably could, but if I had known that I was a witch then, I would have been distraught to not be able to use my powers. I do like it here at Hogwarts a lot, but there are certain things that rankle me so much. For one, the fact that there is really no competition as far as academics goes. Of course, Harry is far ahead of me in DADA class, but aside from that, I can't find anyone who competes with me and that bothers me. Another thing that irks me is the stupid discrimination that certain people have against muggle-borns. It appears that certain purebloods, especially Slytherins, seem to think that brains don't matter in the world of witches and wizards. In the muggle world, however, you do get the one or two people that are like that, yet it is only the shallowest of people.
'I'm actually a bit frightened this year because it is the year before N.E.W.T.'s! On the other hand, I passed all my O.W.L.'s with flying colors. The exams really weren't that challenging. But the N.E.W.T. exams will be far more difficult. I don't really know what I will do after Hogwarts though. I suppose it would be nice to work for the ministry in some way. Last year I told professor McGonagall that I wanted to be one of the witches that explains our world to the parents of muggle-borns but I think that I have changed my mind.
'I hope that I will be able to find myself a boyfriend this year. That thing I had going with Victor just didn't seem to work out. I never saw him and he hardly ever wrote to me. Perhaps it would be better to be involved with someone at school instead. I'm thinking of someone in particular, but I wouldn't write it hear only because I'm incredibly disgusted with myself for it. Well, I best be off to sleep. First day of term to look forward to in the morning.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger'
Hermione closed the book and got into bed. Ahead of her was a fresh new year at Hogwarts. Despite her excitement, Hermione dozed off quite quickly.
Thought Unwillingly Shared
Chapter four!
Hermione stared down at the mahogany colored book on her bed with a confused expression playing its way across her brow. Finally, after many thoughts had chased themselves around her mind as to what the little book was, she picked it up to examine it. Noticing that each page was blank, Hermione decided that it must be a diary. 'Now how in Merlin's name did this get here?' she wondered. Considering her latest conclusion, and since she was unaware of where it came from, she began to take more precaution while examining the diary. There was absolutely no writing anywhere on it; none on the cover, none on any of the pages, not even any dates like there had been on Riddle's diary. Feeling rather silly for jumping to conclusions about it being dark in some way, Hermione decided that it must be from Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick. Both seemed the type to give her a gift at the beginning of the year. But just in case, Hermione decided to keep the feelings she wrote in the diary about things that had nothing to do with the Dark Lord. She would only write about less important things, just in case it might end up in the wrong hands.
Like many other girls, Hermione had kept a diary before. In fact, Hermione had kept a dairy all throughout her life before she found out she was a witch. Once she started Hogwarts, however, she found that she no longer had time to write about frivolous things such as boys and how she felt about being made fun of for her bushy hair and bucked teeth. At Hogwarts there were far more important things to write about yet it seemed that time would slip away between her fingers. That was why, in her first week at Hogwarts, she had decided to no longer keep a diary. 'Yet, it would be a shame to waste this new diary,' She had thought while holding the beautiful, leather bound book in her hands, 'Especially if someone had the decency to go out a buy it for me.' Without any extra thought, Hermione plopped down on her four poster bed and began writing.
'Dear Diary, It has been quite a while since I have written but now, with this beautiful new book, I don't think I will be able to contain myself. I have so much that I should be able to write about to make up for the past six years. Unfortunately, I won't be able to write about a lot of it, although I can't write why. When I first found out that I was a witch I couldn't believe it and now, in my sixth year, I don't think I could have managed to live the rest of my life as a muggle! Actually, I probably could, but if I had known that I was a witch then, I would have been distraught to not be able to use my powers. I do like it here at Hogwarts a lot, but there are certain things that rankle me so much. For one, the fact that there is really no competition as far as academics goes. Of course, Harry is far ahead of me in DADA class, but aside from that, I can't find anyone who competes with me and that bothers me. Another thing that irks me is the stupid discrimination that certain people have against muggle-borns. It appears that certain purebloods, especially Slytherins, seem to think that brains don't matter in the world of witches and wizards. In the muggle world, however, you do get the one or two people that are like that, yet it is only the shallowest of people.
'I'm actually a bit frightened this year because it is the year before N.E.W.T.'s! On the other hand, I passed all my O.W.L.'s with flying colors. The exams really weren't that challenging. But the N.E.W.T. exams will be far more difficult. I don't really know what I will do after Hogwarts though. I suppose it would be nice to work for the ministry in some way. Last year I told professor McGonagall that I wanted to be one of the witches that explains our world to the parents of muggle-borns but I think that I have changed my mind.
'I hope that I will be able to find myself a boyfriend this year. That thing I had going with Victor just didn't seem to work out. I never saw him and he hardly ever wrote to me. Perhaps it would be better to be involved with someone at school instead. I'm thinking of someone in particular, but I wouldn't write it hear only because I'm incredibly disgusted with myself for it. Well, I best be off to sleep. First day of term to look forward to in the morning.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger'
Hermione closed the book and got into bed. Ahead of her was a fresh new year at Hogwarts. Despite her excitement, Hermione dozed off quite quickly.