Hermione woke up the next morning. Everything that had happened the night before came rushing back into her had and the tears came running down her cheek. She got up and got her journal and an ink well.

December 6, 1999

Dear Diary,

I cannot bear to write the words that were in my mother's letter so I will paste it in this journal.

Dear Hermione,

I know that you are very busy with all of your schoolwork and friends, but I just want you to know that Grandpa died last night in the hospital. Before he died, he asked to be cremated and not buried as his last wish and so he was this afternoon. There will be no funeral. Grandma has fallen into depression and your father and I are taking a few days from our work to go and help her out at home.

Love Mum

I am now going to get ready for class and act as if nothing had happened.

Hermione

Severus put the journal down and thought to himself. This girl, no, woman, was in so much pain. "Like I Am." he thought bitterly to himself. "How can she hold it all in?" he asked himself.

No one deserved that, no one. Even though she was a know-it-all Gryffindor and a muggleborn, it should not have mattered. She and everyone else do not deserve to live like that. She, trying to help save the world and not knowing if she'll have a family there for her to go to afterwards and her friends as well.

"How can she live each day not knowing what will happen and what might not to come? To dread and dwell on something like that at her age." Severus was now muttering to himself. When he realized he was he put the journal away and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Hermione was on his mind all the way, as if it was since he had started reading her journal, diary thing. He could not help it. He was even starting to have dreams of her. Sighing he tried to clear his head. It was going to be a long day.

Hermione set her journal down and got up off her bed and into her closet. She grabbed her uniform and robes and headed to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower and getting dressed Hermione grabbed her school bag, let her Head Girls rooms, and went to the Great Hall for breakfast. Her mind was full of worry and she could not help on what would happen if her grandparents died.

"Harry, please pass the marmalade," asked Hermione as she buttered up her toast.

"Are you feeling okay, Hermione? Your all pale." said Harry handing her the jar. Hermione glared at him a moment then answered his question.

"I am perfectly fine, Harry." said Hermione sharply. Harry had learned a long time ago that it was one of Hermione's pet peeves for someone to ask her how she was feeling.

"Come on, well be late for potions. Ron quit stuffing your face, there's already enough food in there for all the starving people in China," said Hermione as she got up, the professors and students that heard were all snickering into their eggs.

On her way to Potions Hermione ran into Malfoy and his cronies.

"What is the little Mudblood doing away from her protectors?" asked Draco.

"Shut up, Ferret." said Hermione trying to walk past them but Crabb and Goyal blocked her.

"No, I don't think I will." he said drawing his wand. Hermione had drawn her faster and was already saying a spell.

"Incendio!" she cried causing Malfoys robes to ketch fire. The three of them ran away and left a grinning Hermione in there wake.

"Miss Granger, that was uncalled for." came the silky voice of her Potions Master.

"Sorry, sir." said Hermione looking down at her feet.

"It will never happen again, are we understood?" he asked her.

"Yes sir." she muttered.

"Good, get inside," he snarled at her causing her to jump.

"Yes sir." she squealed.

"Oh, and Miss Granger?" he called to her.

"Yes sir?" she asked him turning to face him.

"Detention tonight, be there at eight sharp and five points from Gryffindor," said Snape. Hermione only nodded her head and went into the classroom.

Amanda

Again, not much was changed.