Title: Letters from No one

Disclaimer: Sadly I am not J.K Rowling, therefore meaning that sadly, I do not own any of the originals or ideas... unless I do... own an original that is... but not one of J.K's... one of my own...

Rating: T for teen

Summary: Hermione writes her innermost thoughts and the events of her life in her diary, but what happens when one day she finds a mysterious note stuck to the inside cover of her precious book? Who is it from- and why is everything suddenly happening to her?

Author's Note: I came up with this while thinking whether I needed to wash my hair or not- not that it has anything to do with that... because it doesn't. Well anyway- hope you enjoy! (R&R)


Chapter One

Friday August 28th

Dear Diary,

Yes- you guessed it, it's four days left until my return to Hogwarts and I STILL haven't gotten a reply to my owl from Harry or Ron! I cannot believe them! I've been away with my family in Australia all holidays and you'd expect that the least they could do is write!

Anyway, on a happier note, it will be my birthday in exactly twelve days, and as a result my parents have (most generously) given me an early birthday present, and guess what it is? AN OWL! I can't believe it! I finally have my very own owl! My parents said that it was more convenient then having to floo to post office every time I needed to send an owl to someone, so they bought me my own instead. And rightfully so! The price of airmail these days is outrageous! So anyway, I've been given my own long-eared owl, and have decided to call it Lestat. He is approximately 56cm from the tip of the feathers on his head, to the very end of his tail, and is a kind of grey-brown colour with black bits on some of his feathers. I must say for a bird he is rather handsome, unlike Lavender's barn owl Meekus who has a horribly scrawny neck and wrinkly feet (and he's not even that old).

Anyway, I'll stop here for now- this is the seventh time I've been called down for dinner and I'm pretty sure my mom's going to have a fit if she has to wait much longer. She's too precise if you ask me. Everything has to be exactly right and neat and perfect. You should see her room! Honestly- I don't think I've ever seen such a clean room in all my life! It's practically spotless. I'm surprised dad hasn't left her yet. Not that fight or anything- but I could never stand living with someone so orderly.

Aah! Really must go now. She's standing in my doorway tapping her foot with her hands on her hips, and looking rather fed-up. I'll write later, I promise.

Clicking shut the lid of her pen, Hermione closed the pages of her peach-coloured diary, the velvet cover soft under her fingers. If she was lucky she could get away with a short lecture from her mother, but judging by the look on the older woman's face, she didn't that that was an option. She was right. No sooner had Hermione slid the diary into the safety of her desk drawer, was she clipped over the ears with the harsh tone of her mother's voice.

"I don't know what's gotten into you lately- ignoring when you're called and such, but quite frankly I've had it up to here with your behavior!" she said, moving her hand to show how fed up she was. It was true that Hermione hadn't been quite as punctual or as good a listener since the holidays began.

"Mom I was just writing a letter to Ginny," she lied believably, shrugging one shoulder.

"What's more important- your family or your friends?" Her mom was clearly miffed about something.

"Family," Hermione droned, rolling her eyes behind her fringe, though at this moment she didn't feel that was quite true. Her mother glared at her sourly, her mouth shrinking with every passing second.

"And I should think so- now come down to dinner straight away! Your father has some news he'd like to share," she said stiffly, before turning on her heal and marching downstairs to the kitchen.

Ingrid, Hermione's mother- had always been a woman with a fine temper. She stood at the same height as her daughter, and had banana-blonde hair, terracotta-coloured eyes, and a wiry figure. All in all, she resembled her daughter as much as the next person- discluding her height. Her father (Paul) wasn't much to go by either. He was slightly taller then her and her mother, had grass-green eyes, and a lack of hair. Looking through old photos, Hermione could tell that her father had once had wavy black hair, but all of that was gone now, as his preferred hairstyle was bald; seeing as he would rather be seen dead then with a comb-over, her decided the easiest thing for it was to have it shaven off. It didn't look too bad either. At least he didn't have a funny shaped head or any unsightly spots.

Hermione had often been told that she looked like her great aunt Thora- a wise and elegant lady who had passed away at the age of 64 from a bad case of the flu. She had, like Hermione, had curly chocolate-brown hair, almond shaped eyes and a soft figure with prominent hips (which Hermione had yet to grow into). The only difference was that Aunt Thora was said to have eyes that reflected the ocean at night- while Hermione had a disappointing swamp-green.

Pulling out a chair at the dining table, Hermione sat as a slightly-cold steak was placed in front of her, a mound of peas and mashed potato slopping over the side. Her parents were already there, her father looking eagerly across at her as he cut his steak into neat squares.

"Well?" Hermione asked finally, looking across at her father who looked ready to burst.

"I've been invited to start my own clinic down here!" he gushed, his face a giant smile. "They say that I'll be able to start on the first of the month and that the starting contract is for five years."

On the first of the month? That was when Hermione would be returning to Hogwarts, and her birthday was only eight days after that!

"What!" Hermione said without thinking, slamming her hand down on the table. "But you can't! And where do you expect to stay! You'll never get all your things over here in time! We're not even leaving for England until the day after tomorrow!"

He had clearly taken no notice of her distress. "Don't worry- we've got everything under control. I'll be flooing home later on tonight where I've already hired the most efficient magical removal service to bring all my office supplies and belongings over here. As for a place to stay, the firm has organized an apartment for me to stay in, free of charge. I even had them let me choose one with a fireplace, so we can see each other any time of day," he said excitedly. "My whole first day's already completely booked out!"

"But your first day is my first day back at Hogwarts!" Hermione moaned.

Why did her father had to accept this job? Why couldn't he just stick to the one he had back in England with her mother- they had a perfectly good one running there.

"Honestly Hermione! This is an enormous step for your father- owning his own business. You should be proud of him, not sulking because he won't be there to wave you off on Thursday. Besides- it's not as if you pay any attention to us when we arrive on that platform. First thing you do is run off to find your friends!"

Hermione's eyes narrowed. This was not true. She had always stayed with her parents as soon as her trunk was placed on the train. Her parents knew that even though she enjoyed her return to Hogwarts she also hated leaving her family- often breaking out in tears when they said goodbye.

"No mother- that's what YOU used to do!" she spat, standing up so quickly that she knocked over her chair.

Turning, she sprinted up the stairs to her room, hot tears forming in her eyes as she went.

Slamming the door behind her, Hermione pushed her desk chair against the door so that it was impossible to turn the doorknob. She could see Lestat tapping his beak impatiently on the window- wanting to be let out, but ignored him. Collapsing on her knees by the end of her bed, she put her head in her hands and let the tears run freely now, streaking her face as her body shook gently from her silent cries.


A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter and are liking the story so far- R&R please!