Severus sat down at his desk. It had been a week since she had written anything and he was starting to wonder. He opened the drawer to his desk and took out the journal. He opened it up and waited.

Severus had eventually waited almost an hour before she started to write.

December 5, 1999

Dear Diary,

Why does everyone hate me so? I know why all the Slytheryn's ignore me and call me "Mudblood" and try to hex me, but why does everyone else. I have friends and family, but its still not enough. I want to feel loved. I haven't felt loved since God knows when.

Me and Ron got into another fight today. He tried to kiss me. I told him that I only loved him like a brother and that made him madder.

Harry, thankfully didn't take sides. He went and looked at both sides of the problem and he said that he won't take sides. He spoke with me later this evening and told me that it was alright. I feel so bad for him. Ron is mad at him for not taking his side and Harry feels like he is losing everyone.

He's going to have me stay at Grimuald Palace the whole summer, he's afraid that Voldemort might came and try and kill me and my parents. I'll finish writing later, I got a letter from Mum.

'Poor, poor girl. I wish I could help her.' he thought. He wondered what her mother wanted of her and thought that she might write about it later so he put the journal back in the desk and went to his chamber and to bed, all the while dreaming of a certain know-it-all Gryffindor.

Hermione set her quill down and went over to the letter that had just dropped onto her bed. She picked it up and opened it sitting on the edge of her bed. There were big blotches all over the letter. Wet blotches.

Dear Hermione,

I know that you are very busy with all of your school work and friends, but I just want you to know that Grandpa died last night in the hospital. Before he died he was asked to be cremated and so he was this afternoon. There will be no funeral. Grandma has fallen into depression and me and your father are taking a few days from work and help her out.

Love Mum

Hermione couldn't take it. She ran into her bathroom and flung open the median cabinet and brought out her knife. Tears were streaming down her face. She sat down on the toilet and rolled up her sleeves. Bringing the cool knife to her skin she slowly cut her wrists. She felt no pain when she did this. She never went deep, just enough to make her bleed for a while.

Harry and Ron were very touchy feely people so she always healed her cuts afterwards and no scars appeared afterwards. She really didn't know what made her turn to cutting. One day she tried it and liked how it made her feel. As if she had been released momentarily from the world, all her problems, and so much more.

Taking her wand out she quickly healed herself and got ready for bed. She put her diary away and thought to herself that she would write in it tomorrow perhaps. Tomorrow was going to be a horrible day for her. She didn't have to be a Seer to know that. Just thinking about what was going on in her life could tell her that much, even more so.

Well, I didn't change much here.

Amanda