Disclaimer: It all belongs to Miss Rowling.
A/N: Please, you have to understand, my ideas come to me in waves, so if I were to make long chapters I would hardly ever post. Please forgive me?
Hermione sat on the toilet lid, head in hands, listening to Moaning Myrtle's hysterical sobbing. She didn't no how much longer she could stand the odd, analyzing looks that everybody seemed to be giving her. The mean comments were starting to get to her and she was starting to wonder if they were true. If she really was plain ugly, rather than unattractive like she had planned.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hohohoho. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Myrtle was such a drama queen, I mean sure, she was dead and all, but none of the other ghosts ever acted like that, whereas she bawled 24/7. It was bloody annoying!
Suddenly, Hermione stood up and left her cubicle, to stand before the mirror with the sink that was the entrance to the chamber of secrets.
Man, that diary had caused a lot of trouble. She thought. Then she stopped and did a double take. Diary!
Hermione ran from the sink and out the door.
Dear Diary,
OK, I've never actually kept a Journal or anything before, so I'll start by telling you…everything.
My name is Hermione Granger. I am a muggleborn witch in my 7th year at Hogwarts-School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am 17 years old and at the start of this year I was awarded the position of Head Girl.
The Reason I started writing in this book, is because a few months ago, I was raped. I don't want to go into great detail, it can be painful to talk about, maybe I'll tell you all about it when I'm in a better mood. From now, on recording my thoughts and stuff in here is going to be kind of like my escape from Reality, my way of dealing with grief and pain. As a child, I used to write stories, but something has happened to my creative streak.
Recently, I cut off all my hair, which used to be long and bushy and brown. I look like a boy and I hate it. I know what you're thinking, why on earth would I do it? Well, it's because not so long ago, I got close to being raped again. Both times, the guy has commented on my hair and I thought if I got rid of it, I wouldn't be in danger of something like that happening again. I realize now how stupid that is, I don't know what made me realize though.
I'm still as much at risk as everybody else out there, and that's a fact I have to deal with. I have to go now; I can hear my two best friends-Ron and Harry- calling me from the common room, because it's time for Dinner. But I have to thank you, although I suppose you didn't do anything, you're just a load of blank pages put together. But nonetheless, you have helped, for some reason everything seems to look different when it's put on paper, or it does for me anyway.
But I really am hungry now, so I will continue later.
-HG
Next morning at Breakfast, everybody's eyes were glued on the massive package that 12 large owls were just barely supporting. The owls zigzagged towards Hermione rather ungracefully, and crash-landed in the middle of the Gryffindor table, spattering everybody with cornflakes and Pumpkin Juice. Hermione grinned at the shape of the package and instantly knew what it was. Setting out some food to replenish the exhausted owls that were staggering through people's breakfasts and falling into their laps, Hermione rolled the cylinder shape wrapped in brown paper onto the floor, and dragged it out of the great hall. All eyes followed her out.
Once she was in the Entry hall, Hermione cast a levitating spell on the package and excitedly directed it to the Gryffindor common room. Finally, she locked the door of her dormitory and ripped open the paper surrounding her punch bag. The bag was sky blue with Hermione printed across it in glittery gold letters. Accompanying it was a pair of bright pink boxing gloves and a letter from her parents.
Dear Hermione, She read.
Well, it's an interesting choice of a gift, but if you really want it, of course you can have it! Anything for our favourite baby girl. We were considering holding on to it until the actual date of you birthday, but we decided that you could have it now. Have fun with it. We miss you Mia!
All our love, Mum and Dad.
Hermione placed the note on the small table by her bed with a smile. She really did love being at Hogwarts, but she always missed her parents, they meant everything to her. With a sigh, Hermione turned back to her punching bag. She used her wand to attach it to the ceiling, praying that Kris, Parvati, Lavender and Stacey wouldn't mind having it there. When she really concentrated, the face of the man who had raped her appeared on the pretty blue surface, his eyes-which were strangely similar to Matt's-were sparkling, and his mouth was sneering at her. Hermione slid on her gloves, which were a perfect snug fit, and began to beat the hell out of the innocent bag.
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