Now everyone has heard the story. Harry saving this and Harry saving that. No where does it say Ron saving this or Ron saving that. Neither does it say Hermione saving this or Hermione saving that. Well Hermione has done so much and no one has any idea what she has gone through. All the sacrifices she had to make to get where she is and where she was. No one cared and no one asked. No one really paid one of the least bit of attention to her. Well, that's what she thought, but there was one. Only one person who actually knew what she had gone through and what had happened. He and he alone knew how much of a hero she really was, and no, I am not talking about Albus Dumbledore, he was oblivious to what she had gone through. Want to know? Well I guess it's only fair to tell. Severus Snape.

July 16, 1998

Dear Diary,

It's me again. I have bad news this time. I am not going to fill these pages today with something happy or cheerful.

My mother came home today crying. I had never seen her cry before and so naturally I asked what was wrong. She told me that my grandma was going to die if she didn't get a kidney transplant soon. She also said that that wasn't it either. My grandpa has a deadly cancer. He could treat it and he could live. But he could never get rid of it and…well, if the treatment doesn't work then he'd die.

I don't know what to do. I am trying to be strong because my grandparents don't know that I know because they asked my mother to not tell me.

-Hermione

That was the first thing he had read when he noticed that he and Miss Granger has accidentally swapped journals when they ran into each other earlier that day. He never knew that the Gryffindor know-it-all had family problems or problems of any kind in her life. She seemed so normal and so at peace with life, well, excluding the whole Second War issue. That was until he read the next entry.

July 30, 1998

Dear Diary,

My grandpa is in the hospital now. He can't really walk to much and has spasms of pain every so often. I can't take it any more. I can't stand seeing him in so much pain. In all the potion books I have and all the healing and Medi-Witch books I still cannot find a cure for my grandparents.

I hate myself. It seems that It is all my fault. I go to Hogwart's to learn magic and all sorts of things but I cannot find a cure for either of them. I am debating whether or not I should write my professor. I'm sure he would know something. He is the smartest man I know, and I am not talking about Albus Dumbledore, I am talking about Severus Snape. I'm sure he would know, but there is a problem.

Why would he want to help the Gryffindor know-it-all Mudblood?

-Hermione

He couldn't believe what he had read. She called herself a Mudblood. No muggleborn he knew every called themselves that.

When Hermione got to her room she flopped down her bed and sighed. She had had a crazy day. It was her last year at Hogwart's and her professors were loading them down with homework. N.E.W.T.'s were coming up soon and they were all getting prepared for them.

Hermione sat up and opened her bag and took out her journal. When she opened it she found it full of nothing but notes on potions. She then realized that she picked up the wrong journal when she and professor Snape had ran into each other.

Severus was so intrigued in what he read that he copied it and put it into another journal for later reading and would update itself when she wrote something new. He had just put the journal into his desk when there was a knock at his door.

"Enter." he said in a sharp voice. Hermione Granger entered the room and she had a journal with her, his journal.

"Yes, Miss Granger, what can I do for you?" he sneered at her. Usually he wouldn't have cared about her feelings but after reading what he had he felt something give a tug deep inside of him when he said what he did.

"Um, earlier when we ran into each other I grabbed the wring journal and was returning it." she said holding it out to him. He snatched it out of her hand and turned away from her. When he noticed that she wasn't leaving he turned back to her.

"Yes, Miss Granger, what is it?" he asked her feeling another tug deep inside.

"I was wondering if I could have my journal back, sir." said Hermione in a small voice.

"Oh, yes." he opened another drawer in his desk and took out her journal and handed it to her.

"Thank you, sir." said Hermione taking the journal and walking out of his office. When she was gone and out of earshot he muttered to himself.

"How do you do this to me? My heart is starting to melt." he sighed and entered a door leading to his chambers and went to bed.

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