Dear Diary,
I am so glad to be back at Hogwarts not only because I can start doing some magic but I have also seen people who I have missed greatly since breaking up for summer.
I have been mainly congratulating people on their results and have in turn received a lot of praise. When I got my results my parents gave me this journal and Mrs Weasley baked a cake. The teachers have been praising me a lot too.
The journey down was uneventful. Harry did not place any curses on Malfoy in my presence. Ron managed to beat his personal best at eating chocolate frogs. I just wish he would spend some of the time that he is eating those chocolate frogs studying for school. You never know he might actually learn something apart from that he can fit 6 chocolate frogs in his mouth at once.
I am sitting in the common room and I am incredibly bored, as I have finished reading all the textbooks and the library is not open until tomorrow. Plus Ron is snoring, no wonder, he ate a three course meal after all those chocolate frogs so has to sleep it all off and Harry is busy reading a book Professor McGonagall has given him about aurors. The feast was excellent as usual and once again a new group of first years has joined Hogwarts. In early years this whole ceremony was very exciting but now it seems a bit dull and very repeatitive.
Something extraordinary did happened today and I just cannot get it out of my head. On my way back to the tower, after the feast, I bumped into Professor Snape. Professor Snape seemed as though he had something on his mind. He walked straight into me sending his and my hat toppling down to his feet.
Panicking I mumbled "Sorry Professor" and went to pick up the hats but Snape bent down and picked both of them up. I straightened up, looked down at the floor, as I was afraid to look him in the eye and waited for his bold voice to deduct points from Gryffindor but all I heard was a silence. Then my inquisitive nature set in and I slowly raised my eyes to his.
We both stood frozen to the spot staring into each other's eyes. I did not wish to lose his gaze and, I think, he too did not want to lose mine. For the first time I looked at his normally cold dark unforgiving eyes and saw joy. I noticed that his face was more weather worn as if he had a great worry or secret and he almost looked vulnerable.
Suddenly we both seemed to come to our senses and Professor Snape looked down at the hats in his large strong hand. He thrust mine into my hand.
"No, it was my fault Miss Granger. Oh and your results were wonderful as I had expected. Well done."
He spoke so quickly that it took a few minutes for the words to sink in and he just stood there looking at me. I suddenly went shy and could not bring myself to say anything back.
"I must be on my way, Miss Granger"
For some reason he found it hard to walk past me but he finally, after several moments of silence and final look at me, strode off.
I can't understand why I went so shy and timid I usually don't mind talking to teachers. I was almost disappointed when he walked away. I just wish I had thanked him for teaching me. However much Harry hates Snape without him I would not be very good at potions.
I have not told Harry and Ron about what happened, as they would go off the deep end and start saying Snape did it deliberately. He did not. I know he did not. There is something worrying him and I want to know what it is.
This conversation has stuck in my mind so vividly and I don't understand why. I am feeling all these new emotions I have never felt before. It is all rather overwhelming.
The one thing I have worked out is that when I looked into Professor Snape's eyes I saw a different person from the brutal Potions Master. I like this new Snape very much and would like to get to know him better.
Hermione
I am so glad to be back at Hogwarts not only because I can start doing some magic but I have also seen people who I have missed greatly since breaking up for summer.
I have been mainly congratulating people on their results and have in turn received a lot of praise. When I got my results my parents gave me this journal and Mrs Weasley baked a cake. The teachers have been praising me a lot too.
The journey down was uneventful. Harry did not place any curses on Malfoy in my presence. Ron managed to beat his personal best at eating chocolate frogs. I just wish he would spend some of the time that he is eating those chocolate frogs studying for school. You never know he might actually learn something apart from that he can fit 6 chocolate frogs in his mouth at once.
I am sitting in the common room and I am incredibly bored, as I have finished reading all the textbooks and the library is not open until tomorrow. Plus Ron is snoring, no wonder, he ate a three course meal after all those chocolate frogs so has to sleep it all off and Harry is busy reading a book Professor McGonagall has given him about aurors. The feast was excellent as usual and once again a new group of first years has joined Hogwarts. In early years this whole ceremony was very exciting but now it seems a bit dull and very repeatitive.
Something extraordinary did happened today and I just cannot get it out of my head. On my way back to the tower, after the feast, I bumped into Professor Snape. Professor Snape seemed as though he had something on his mind. He walked straight into me sending his and my hat toppling down to his feet.
Panicking I mumbled "Sorry Professor" and went to pick up the hats but Snape bent down and picked both of them up. I straightened up, looked down at the floor, as I was afraid to look him in the eye and waited for his bold voice to deduct points from Gryffindor but all I heard was a silence. Then my inquisitive nature set in and I slowly raised my eyes to his.
We both stood frozen to the spot staring into each other's eyes. I did not wish to lose his gaze and, I think, he too did not want to lose mine. For the first time I looked at his normally cold dark unforgiving eyes and saw joy. I noticed that his face was more weather worn as if he had a great worry or secret and he almost looked vulnerable.
Suddenly we both seemed to come to our senses and Professor Snape looked down at the hats in his large strong hand. He thrust mine into my hand.
"No, it was my fault Miss Granger. Oh and your results were wonderful as I had expected. Well done."
He spoke so quickly that it took a few minutes for the words to sink in and he just stood there looking at me. I suddenly went shy and could not bring myself to say anything back.
"I must be on my way, Miss Granger"
For some reason he found it hard to walk past me but he finally, after several moments of silence and final look at me, strode off.
I can't understand why I went so shy and timid I usually don't mind talking to teachers. I was almost disappointed when he walked away. I just wish I had thanked him for teaching me. However much Harry hates Snape without him I would not be very good at potions.
I have not told Harry and Ron about what happened, as they would go off the deep end and start saying Snape did it deliberately. He did not. I know he did not. There is something worrying him and I want to know what it is.
This conversation has stuck in my mind so vividly and I don't understand why. I am feeling all these new emotions I have never felt before. It is all rather overwhelming.
The one thing I have worked out is that when I looked into Professor Snape's eyes I saw a different person from the brutal Potions Master. I like this new Snape very much and would like to get to know him better.
Hermione
