Chapter 2
Dear Diary,
Today is May 3d. Father is pissed off at me right now. He says I'm 'moping to damn much about that stupid mudblood. But she wasn't stupid. And she wasn't a mudblood. She was an equal witch, and I punished her for being a muggle-born. And She actually thought I didn't care about her. That was my mistake, though. I shoulda made sure she knew I cared. Slowly it feels as if I'm ready to let go. And I think she's ready to let me. I'll wait one week. One week, and you'll know my decision. Okay?
Dear Diary,
Today is May 4th. I talked to her yesterday in a dream. She says she can't control whether or not I come to her, and she'd be very happy if I did, but says that I should stay longer. She says I need to figure something out. I just feel so confused. I'm laying here, on my bed, and thinking about her. Ever since she died, I can't stop thinking about her. There's not been one moment when I haven't thought about her.
Dear Diary,
Today is May 5th. I decided my decision before a week was up. Three days and I'll be gone. Three days. I've got much I have to do in three days. I have to write my will, I have to say goodbye to Harry and Ron, I have to visit Hermione's grave one last time, and I have to take her White roses. White Roses.
Dear Diary,
I'm sorry, but tomorrow I leave. The three days started yesterday. Today I visit Hermione's grave with White Roses. I wrote my will last night. Everything I own goes to Harry and Ron's family-including my small fortune in my own deposit box at Gringotts. Oh, if Father is reading this, I put enchantments on the money so you'll have no way of getting it. It goes strictly to Ron's family.
Dear Diary,
Today is the 7th of May. This entry is for my friends, Harry and Ron.
Harry,
I know I was rude to you, and I know I could have been nicer. I guess it was because I was jealous that Hermione was your friend instead of mine, and I had that Slytherin arrogance. Oh well. I leave this diary to you. I leave the money to Ron. I leave my Eagle Owl, Haru to Ron, and I leave my school stuff to Ron, as well. Take care of him, Harry. He needs a good friend, and you're all he'll have left. Take care of him.
Ron,
Sorry I called you a 'bad name to wizard kind'. You're a very good wizard, and I'm proud that you were a relative of mine. Yes, Ron, a relative. All pure-blood families are somehow interrelated. That means I was also related to Longbottom. Take care of him. And give him the remembrall back. He needs it. I just wanted to say goodbye, my friend. Because I just couldn't stand not having my Hermione around, and that's one thing that I never got that I absolutely wanted.