Story: My Diary
Author: Jackie from
J.E.A.R.K.Potter
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own the plot, that's
it. People who are made up own
themselves.
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Summary:
Hermione's journal. Rated R for sexual things, drugs, alcohol,
and
attempted suicide. Most things non-graphic.
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Thanks
to my reviewers!! Erin from J.E.A.R.K.Potter, magicrules, Miranda
G.
Potter, scorpio-1983, and NightDreamer13!! Thanks!!
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Entry
11
11-11-96
Dear Diary,
Well I now Mc Gonagall will send me to St. Mungo's for fucking mental issues! For the last three days I've been cooped up in a psycho ward because Mc Gonagall took me seriously when I said I was going to kill myself. Merlin, I'm scared of death! Yeah, but I did erase myself a few times over the past few weeks (only because I miss Harry so much!)... Oh, who cares! I've never missed my family so much!
When I got back to school evidently Ron had told everyone where I'd been. Hell, someone said I even threatened to kill Mc Gonagall! Now who ever started that needs to check in there...
I had to spend three days convincing people I would stop smoking, drinking, erasing, etc. Do you know how hard it is to keep a straight face through all that?
I'll admit there was one point where I thought I'd change. Then, I got home and I'm like, "Screw it!"
Now no one at school will look at me and think I'm the brilliant Hermione. Don't they know perfect always comes with flaws? At least I kept my true friends through all this, right?
I have to go. Madame Pomfrey is yelling at me, telling me I have to take my depression meds.
-Hermione
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Entry
12
12-27-96
Dear Diary,
If there ever was a person who could be happier than I am as of yesterday, I want to know who she or she is, because yesterday was by far the best day of my life. Well, it was at the time.
Okay, Ginny, Dawn, and I stayed with Christine at Lupin's for the day after Christmas. Usually, I hate Christmas because that's three days before I found Papa.
Harry asked if he could talk to me, alone. Of course I said yes and then we technically kicked Christine out of her own room so we could talk.
He asked me how I was doing as we laid there starting at Christine's fan. Well, I was, at least. I still had yet to conquer looking at Harry and not crying.
I told him I was doing okay, a little sad and all since it was Christmas time, but okay.
Diary, do you know how hard it was to lie to him, yeah, extremely hard. Well, I looked over at him.
His eyes were gazing at me. I remember those eyes looking down into mine, his voice softly whispering... Why does that all seem so faerytaleish? Probably because yesterday was...
I asked him if something was wrong. He shook his head and looked back up at the ceiling. I turned on my side to face him.
We talked for about five minutes longer, and then he too turned on his side...
Diary, he took one of my hands in his and asked me to go back out with him. He said he missed me. There was no way I could say no! Of course, images of what had happened before...
That's when I heard someone fall down. Who would have knew that Dawn, Christine, and Ginny had been in the bathroom, listening...
You know I said yes to him. Diary,
this is by far my best Christmas gift ever. I have Harry,
again.
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(A/n -- Here's two Entries. Hope ya'll
like 'em! -- Jackie)
