Dear diary,
This is so stupid but Dumbledore said it was one was to release my feelings so here I go.
My day sucked! Ron's hand was grasped tight around mine (in a completely friendly and comforting way). I still can't believe he's dead. He told me that after he killed Voldemort that everything would be okay. That we could finally settle down, have kids, do what we really wanted to do with our lives. He defeated him, he fulfilled his destiny, now couldn't pain and suffering leave us alone.
Everything happened just like it was supposed to. The three of us hunted Voldemort down and confronted him. We all knew this was a fight between Voldemort and H… Har… sob. So Ron and I back away we were just here to give support and to handle any death eaters. So everything worked out perfectly, he was brave, perfect, amazing, and victorious.
But then a week later, the doctors told us that he had cancer, a muggle disease, wizards were working on a cure but it wasn't completed yet, and wouldn't be for a couple years. But Harry only had a matter of weeks. Of course Harry was brave, he hid his pain for as long as he could, but in the last few days, he lost it, he was delirious, constantly screaming, and reliving his most terrible memories aloud. The doctors finally put a silencing charm on him.
After he died, I went in to shock; I didn't talk to anyone for days. I only ended my silence to come to this horrid funeral. This whole ceremony is so fake, most of the people here never knew him and are just her because it's the most known event in London this month.
Oh yeah, I missed my period this month.
hermione