Story: My Diary
Author:
J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Jackie)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: See earlier
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Well, this is it my dear people. This is the end to "My Diary". I'm sort of sad to see it end... LoL. Anyways, I wanted to thank my reviewers!
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Chapter 33
The
Ending of the Beginning
Author's Note: This is a dream I had a long, LONG time ago... Okay?
Hermione was now a beautiful 32-year-old woman. She still lived in Devon, in the same house, the same yard, event eh same ridiculous water fountain her father had put in the front yard was there! Although neither of her parents were there to see their amazing granddaughter, Siri, grow up. Jane and Louis had died back when Hermione was twenty-five. That would make Siri three when her only grandparents died in an actual muggle car crash. Hermione grieved over her lost parents, but she had to remain a good wife and strong mother for her family.
On this day, Hermione was laying in her bed, crying her eyes out. This had become a ritual for the woman to lie in bed for almost seventeen years (minus a few). That day many years ago, she had found out she loved her husband. Exactly seventeen years ago to that day. She had loved the man who changed her entire life.
"Mum?" the eleven-year-old bushy brown haired girl asked as she stuck her head into the room.
"Yes, Siri?"
"Mum, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, honey."
"I know there is, Mum. You know, you've cried every day on this very day for every bloody year of my life that I can remember. Why?"
"Oh, Siri..."
"Seriously, Mum. What is going on?" Siri asked, walking into the room and sitting down on the bed next to her mother.
"I don't... What am I trying to do! Yes, I do. Listen, you know them diaries of mine that I keep up on he top shelf of my Forbidden Bookshelf that even when you ask me for other books on it, I never, ever let you touch them?"
"Yeah. What about them?"
"You know they hold very personal information..."
"I know."
"They could make you very angry at some of the people you love with all your heart..."
"It's all in the past, Mum. I won't get angry."
"Yes, you will, Siri. You're my daughter. Believe me, I know you."
"So, Mum, can I read them now?"
"I don't know if..."
"Come on, Mum. Please?"
"Fine. Just the first one, though."
"Why?"
"Because I said so, Siri. I'm only ready to show you that one."
"That's not fair!"
"I don't have to show you ant of them..."
"Fine, only the first one. Yes, Mum."
"I've got to talk to your father. I trust you to be alone in this room. These could take you awhile to read. Is that alright?"
"Mmmhmm..." Siri said. She had already gotten down the leather-covered book and started reading it.
Hermione walked down the hallway. Pictures hung upon the walls of the happy things to happen in their lives. Her husband's pictures of his parents hung on the wall next to a picture of Jane and Louis. then hung a picture of the wedding day, her little Siri as just a baby, then more pictures of Siri. Hermione stopped at a picture that was taken a long time ago, back when she, Harry, and Ron had all been in their first year. There was one of them in all the years to come besides seventh year. Seventh year had been torture to Hermione and now her sweet angel, Siri, was finding out why.
As Hermione stood there looking at the pictures, her husband came and put his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him, sighing.
"Hey, Mione. You want some breakfast? Luna sent pancakes over with Neville. He needed to borrow a tool. Those muggle ways... Why Luna makes him do it, I'll never know!" an emerald eyed, raven-haired man said, smiling.
Hermione shook her head and just kept staring at the pictures.
Harry turned Hermione around to face him. "What's wrong? You're not pregnant, are you? You about killed me when you told me Siri was on her way. If I remember right, it was just like this that you told me, Mione," he said.
Hermione gave out a very quiet laugh. "Don't worry, Harry. I'm not pregnant. It's worse."
Harry's eyes went wide. "What could bloody be worse, Mione!"
Hermione gazed up to him. "Siri's reading my diary."
Harry looked at her and frowned. "Mione, I don't think..."
"It's time that she knew about the bad parts of our past, too, Harry. Just like these pictures, they show no misery. What we've told her is the good things. It's time she knew more about Harry, you, and me. Even if we weren't always together."
"Mione, you and Ron fucked in that diary!"
"Well, she'll know that, too..."
"You cut yourself!"
"She's asked about the scars..."
"You bad mouthed me in there!"
"That too..."
"Then I was always with another woman. Si's going to hate me!"
"She said..."
"She said she wouldn't, right? Hermione, this is our daughter. No offence, but she's just a stubborn as you are when it comes to things like your temper. You told Ginny how many times that you wouldn't get angry but then you'd get really, really pissed off?"
Hermione thought for a moment. "You got a point, there, Harry."
"One of the only times I'm ever going to, Mione! Today is a day to remember! July 13h, 2013!" he said proudly.
Hermione laughed. She went over to the calendar in the living room and wrote in the blank "Harry made a point". "Happy?" she asked.
"Very," he said and kissed her.
The day passed by quickly. Siri had spent most of it, besides when she came out for dinner and tea, reading her mother's diary. Harry and Hermione spent the day with friends like Ron, Padma, Parvati, Luna, Hannah, Kasi, and a few other assorted people coming over. For the late night evening, though, they had just laid down on the couch to watch movies. Most had been either horror or comedies, but Hermione did weasel in a few of her romantic movies. As Harry said, "It isn't like we're really going to always be watching the show, any ways."
An American horror film, The Ring Two, was in the DVD player when Hermione yawned.
"Tired, Mione?" Harry asked as he put a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"A little. Yeah, I am," she said and yawned again.
"Why don't you just go to sleep, then?"
"Because, my life is perfect, granted I don't have my parents here."
"How so?"
"I'm loved. I've got all the friends I need and I love them all. I've got the daughter I had always dreamed I would have. To top it all off, I'm married to you, the man I've loved for seventeen year of my life," she said.
A tear actually formed in Harry's eye. "I love you, Mione," he said. "I've never known how much, either. I don't think I ever will."
"Love you, too, Harry," she whispered. She laid her head down on his shoulder where she could hear his heart beating then she closed her eyes.
Harry covered her up, then turned his attention again to the movie.
Siri came out of her parents' room with a bewildered face. Without realizing the time, she yelled, "Mum! Dad!"
"We're downstairs, Siri!"
"Alright, Freebird! I mean, Dad! All right, Dad! I'm...Going to go change for bed. I'll be down in a second!"
Siri went into her room and shut her door. She looked around at everything she had collected over the years. On her desk was her very own diary. She began keeping it when she started Hogwarts. She went over and in the front she wrote, "I vow not to get angry at dad, Uncle Ron, Ginny, or any other person I could get angry at since I read Mum's Diary. I also vow not to talk to Mum about it because I don't ever want her to get angry over it. Siri Nicole Potter - 7/13/13
Siri put on her emerald pajamas. They matched her eyes, just as they matched her father's. She walked out the door and went downstairs. She stopped halfway up and noticed her parents. Hermione was snuggled under the comforter and into Harry. She looked so... Peaceful. Harry was stroking her hair as she slept and he watched a movie. Siri was glad her parents were happy. She watched them for a few moments, then went back up to her room and fell asleep, smiling.
THE END!
