When I reached the compartment where the other Head Boys and Head Girls were I sat in the corner, buried my face in my hands. I couldn't believe what I said to Ron. "Too sweet for chocolate…" I hoped that he didn't catch what I said but then again I saw him smiling… I sighed. Ron… Prefects along with the other Head Boys and Head Girls came into the compartment. I hated explaining what to do to the new prefects. It was irritating because half of them never listened. Ten minutes later, the whistle blew and the train began to move. The group of prefects dispersed and along with it went the other Head Boys and Head Girls. I decided to stay in the compartment for a few more minutes. That was until Ron walked it.
"Hermione?"
I looked up. "Yes?"
"Are you coming? Harry's talking with Professor Lupin…"
I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there in a moment."
"Come now. I'll wait for you."
I stood up and walked over to Ron. "All right." Together we walked out of the compartment and made our way to where Harry and Professor Lupin were.
Though his robes were still shabby, circles were under his eyes, and gray had covered much of his hair, Lupin still looked just as before. The last time we had seen him was at the beginning of the summer.
"Ron, Hermione," he said with a smile. "Nice of you to join us."
"What're you doing back, Professor?" Ron asked.
"Oh well…" he hesitated. "I've come for important business. It's between Dumbledore and me alone."
"Does that mean you can't tell?"
Lupin nodded.
"He hasn't even told me what he's actually doing here," Harry said.
"So you're not here to come teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" I asked.
He smiled. "Unforunately, no. I don't think the students want a werewolf teaching them as much as the parents would."
"And I sure don't want Snape to fill in for Lupin," Harry said.
"That man's bloody torture," Ron complimented.
I smiled and laughed. "Just one more year of him." But that seemed like forever…
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We reached Hogwarts at around four o'clock. Rain had begun to fall hard as the students clambered out of the compartments. Ron and I bid Harry a goodbye as we pushed our way through the crowd, yelling for them to get in a straight line so we could all make it out easily. Coins clattered on the floor as someone bent down to pick them out. Ron and I stepped out of the train and into the rain. We noticed Hagrid and waved a hello. Rain pelted down harder as the first years went over to Hagrid and the other students came out of the train with their cloaks wrapped over their heads. Ten minutes later everyone had came out of the train, Ron and I made out way over to the carriages that would take us to Hogwarts.
"You all right there, Harry?" I asked as I noticed that he was staring at the carriages hard.
He nodded. "Yeah… I'm fine."
People began crowding into the carriages but Harry just stood there.
"Harry?" Ron asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
"He's transfixed by what he sees," a sort of dreamy voice said.
Harry snapped out of his trance and turned around just as Ron and I did. It was Luna Lovegood with Ginny.
"Hi, guys," Ginny said. "Don't mind, Luna, you know her. Let's just get onto the carriages." Ginny rushed off leaving her friend behind.
The four of us crawled into a carriage and held on as it took off.
"She really does scare me," Ron mumbled to me, watching Luna and Harry talk about the things that we couldn't see.
"Oh, come off it, Ron."
He shrugged his shoulders.
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Despite the fact that Ron was scared by Luna, she still hung around until the beginning of the feast. As always, the Sorting Hat was pulled out, it sang its song, and sorted students into House. The very first person was sorted into Gryffindor as was the last person. Gryffindor seemed to have gotten the most students this year as oppose to any other. Maybe kids were beginning to become brave because they knew all about Harry and Voldemort but then again, it could have been for another. It was all in their heads.
When the feast was over, Ron and I along with the other Head Boys and Head Girls escorted the first years to their common rooms. The password was quickly said, "Painting plasters," and the canvas swung back to reveal the Gryffindor common room, fire crackling in the center. "Ooos" and "ahhs" were said as the first years gathering around.
"C'mon!" Ron said. "We haven't got all night. Hurry up!"
I glared at him and he just looked at me, confused. He was cute with that sort of look on his face. It was then when the two prefects walked in with more first years. "Finally, it's not our job to do this."
Ron walked over to me. "C'mon, let's go find Harry."
Together we walked up the stairs and into the boys' dormitory. Harry was sitting there with his hand to his forehead. His scar was obviously hurting.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked.
"My scar…" Harry mumbled. "It feels as if it is on fire." He fell off the bed and onto his knees.
"Oh, c'mon, Harry, we should go see the headmaster," I suggested, trying to lift Harry from the floor.
"Hermione, there's no use in that. Dumbledore can't do anything about my scar hurting…"
Harry was right. "Well…we should talk to him tomorrow." I looked at Ron and he nodded. "I'm going off to bed all right? I'll see the two of you tomorrow morning. Goodnight." I stood up and walked into the girls' dormitory. My roommates were already in the bathroom busy getting ready for bed. I look my cloak off and threw it on my trunk at the foot of my bed. I pulled out some parchment, a quill, and an ink bottle.
"What are you doing, Hermione?"
I looked up. It was Lavender Brown with Parvati Patil at her side.
"You can't be writing this late?"
"I'm just writing something… It's really none of your business," I said, beginning to write.
Lavender stood there for a few moments until Parvati motioned her over their beds where they crawled in and fell asleep.
September 1: Harry's scar hurts…said that it feels as if it is on fire. That's sort of normal… He hasn't felt much hurting over the summer. I think he'll be safe here at Hogwarts because Dumbledore is here. But who knows.
This year, I decided to keep track of Harry's scar and how it hurt because then I could look back at my writing and see if there is a connection. Besides, this year my brain was going to be needed for more than just figuring out why Harry's scar hurts and where Voldemort is. This year was going to be one of the years to remember. I just knew it already. I put away my writing utensils, grabbed my night clothes from my trunk and walked into the bathroom. Five minutes later after brushed teeth and comfortable pajamas, I made my way into my bed.