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November 11,... er... eight year?
I just found you, Journal, on my shelf as I was packing up and realized it had been a while since I had written. Also, I realized that there is only a couple of pages left, so I'm going to try to fit a lot into a little bit of space.
Draco, Ginny, and I left The Hogwarts Hospital Wing and went in search of our lives after school. Well, Ginny and I did, I guess Draco already did that.
About a month after that, I decided that living with my parents was just not particularly fun anymore and wanted to pursue a job. Any job.
So, I started work as a paper pusher in the Ministry, a desk job of sorts. But that didn't last long. Due to a strange occurrence, the American Ambassador and I were stuck in a room for an hour or two, during which we discussed several issues which she would have discussed with our Ambassador, if he had been around.
I, brilliantly, happened to change her mind on several conflicts, and was promoted into the Department of International Magical Cooperation. It's not exactly the most prestigious of all Departments, but it will pay the rent for my new apartment, which I will be moving into today.
Ginny, if you're wondering about her, is trying to open a bookstore. She wants it to be named "Ginny's Corner." I have not told her how every time I see it I think of Pooh's Corner.
Draco has remained at Hogwarts, still an apprentice to Snape. I'm sure he is trying to terrify students as much as the Potions Master.
My favorite Uncle was killed. About a month ago, Harry Potter finally got his act together, as much of the wizarding world says, and defeated him. So, I don't have to be worried about being locked in a cell and bored to death for days anymore.
Ron Weasley is following in his father's footsteps and is proud to be the only one of his brothers to do so and stick with it. I've seen him around a few times at work and he is not as hostile to me as he used to be.
Harry, after killing Uncle He-Who-Blah-Blah-Blah, got into Quidditch, as was mostly expected of him.
And now for the one you've been waiting for, I'm sure. Stella. She's a reporter for the Daily Prophet. Not surprising, huh? Seeing as how she completely understood the whole Draco/Ginny conspiracy. I saw her after I got my promotion. She was doing a story about the topics the American Ambassador and I covered. We actually managed to have a conversation, something we've hardly ever done.
I'll try to remember it...
I entered the conference room that I was told to, in order to do my interview. When I saw her sitting there, it took me a moment to recover.
She, however, spoke without pause. "Jeremy? What are you..." But she trailed off, no doubt remembering the circumstances on which we last saw each other.
"Stella," I said, almost quickly as I didn't want her to leave. "You're a reporter?"
"And you're a part of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Makes sense if you think about it." She looked at me then, one of those looks that was probably casual to her, but made my stomach flip a bit. "Have a seat, Jeremy," she said.
"Stella," I said, once I was seated. "We need-"
"So," she interrupted. "You and Miss Goldberg discussed the obstacle involving the Imperious Curse-"
"To talk," I finished. If she could pretend that I wasn't speaking, I could pretend that she wasn't speaking. "What happened back in March, it was-"
"Entirely your fault. Now, as I was saying-"
"What? My fault!" I protested, but Stella, once again, cut me off.
"We were friends before! Good friends! And then you did... did that and turned us into another stupid soap opera! You turned our perfectly good friendship into this big, complicated thing. We were just kids and certainly didn't need all of that Drama, especially after what we had both gone through with Ginny and Draco. We were just kids, Jeremy. And we still are," she finished. All of this came out in one long rant. For one of the first times since I met her, Stella seemed to have little control over herself.
Oh, and here it comes, Journal.
"Stella," I said, my voice calm and steady. I looked right into her eyes and told her, as if it was the answer to all problems, "I love you."
That was only the second time I've ever said that to a girl. I've said it many times in here, but now I see that as mindless ranting of a thirteen-year-old. I may have loved Ginny, but that did not amount to any thing that I feel for Stella.
Didn't matter though.
Stella stood up, gathered her things, and left. Wonder if she'll get yelled at for botching the interview.
I haven't seen her since. And I miss her.
I've wasted space. I'm almost out of room. I could always add more pages with a spell, but I don't want to taint you with magic. Besides, I'm an adult now, I need to leave you behind.
So, "Journal," this is the end (A/N: No, it's not. There's one more chapter. Don't fret!). Only less than a page left. Should say something important. Alright then, I'll summarize. Don't judge appearances. Ever. Life is too important for that. And don't jump to conclusions. Most likely, they're wrong. And if a friend of yours comes to you and asks you to pretend to date the girl you love, say now.
Listen to me. I'm writing like you can understand me. Maybe you can. Maybe someone, somewhere, will read this. Maybe someone's reading this right now, like it's being published somewhere and I don't even know. Sorry, t hat's a ridiculous thought.
I don't want to end now. If I do, I won't have room for the happy ending. But then, perhaps my life won't have a happy ending.
Guess you'll never know, will you, "Journal?"
A/N: Aww... it's so sad! *Sobs**Cries**Throws fit**Is done now* Okay, one more chapter. Possibly less depressing, but we're making no promises. Anyways, keep them reviews coming. We love them! We love you!