Girls from Hogwarts come out with the truth
Hermione: the reason to live, part II.
June 22nd
Early this morning Crookshanks got back. I was wondering where he was. After almost two days, he actually found his way to my window. Poor Crookshanks, he misses Hogwarts even more than I do. House elfs took care that he eats as much as he likes. He doesn't like muggle food at all, not to mention cat food. He is half kneazle and eats magical food only. So I ordered him food from Magical Menagerie. My mother adores him. That little thing is sucking up to her on every step.
I wrote to Ron last night. I proposed him that we don't tell anything to Harry right now, just as Prof McGonagall has instructed us. Dumbledore knows what's doing, it is the best that Harry doesn't know anything right now. I hope that Dumbledor will let him spend at least one part of holidays with us, wherever we will be. It is just not fair that he stays locked up with Durslys all summer. I wouldn't wish that even to my worst enemy.
Last night I went to theater with my parents. We went to see a modern version of Shakespeare's «Hamlet». I could swear that a guy that acted Horatio, was a barmen at «Leaky Cauldron» .
My dad spent all the afternoon reading the Daily Prophet. Not to mention that I had to explain all the things like: a basic Flame Freezing Charm, Azkaban ...
Dad couldn't belive that Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burnt so much that she allowed herself to be cough for forty-seven times. In the fourteenth century, of course. I also explained him how does a basic Flame-Freezing Charm works. It's too bad that we can't go magic at home. Not until 17. Even then I wouldn't be allowed, because I live in the muggle area.
My spell books are still packed, I just don't feel like doing summer homework. I'll wait until an owl from delivers my workbooks for the OWLs. Viktor was to send me some of his spell books. On English, of course.
June, 24th
when I was about to go out for Crookshanks evening walk, I noticed an owl on the bench, behind in the backyard. It was a snow-white owl. I walked quickly to it. Crookshanks realized that the walk was over and pompously left me.
Then I finally got to see better. It was Hedwig... and behind, in my fathers rose bushes, there was a shadow.
It was Harry.