Diary of Harry Potter

Oh Merlin No! Why her? Why her? Why not me? Why do they attack the ones I care the most about instead of me? Why? Is there nothing I can do to keep them safe?

As I walked into the small kitchen in No. 12 Grimmuald place this morning there he stood, the headmaster himself, looking as grim as is the normal for these past weeks, but there was something about the way he wasn't looking at me that gave me the intense sensation of foreboding. Something was wrong. Someone was hurt.

Having been taught by the Professor how to read magical Aura, or the invisible magical field that surrounded a person which was revealed to the reader in a wide spectrum of colors, I knew something was very wrong. A wizard in a calm collected state of mind normally had a sea blue hue, if he or she was troubled it changed to a yellow or tan, if angry it altered to a red, and so on. At the moment the entire room pulsed a bright shade of gold.

With out even looking around at the other faces in the room, as I was locked on to the face of my mentor, trying to read his very thoughts to give me some clue that he was not sharing about the situation. But his shields were better than my mental strength and I was unable to do so. "What happened?" I asked in as normal a voice as I could fathom, sounding for all the world the adult that the Order of the Pheniox had transformed me into in less than a year.

The old headmaster stood from the table, looking at me with his usual glinting sad eyes, "There is no easy way of saying this, Harry" he began, everyone seated at the table turning their heads down as if unable to watch my reaction, "Hermione has gone missing."

Suddenly everything seemed to go blank, like the world was still moving but I had stopped. My vision was blurred as the words sank in, not hearing the continued explination from the other members of the order. I could feel Dumbledores eyes on me as I began to feel dizy.

I can still see her, In my mind, that first day on the train.

"Holy-cricket! You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger." The chipper girl with honey curls said while sitting across from me on the Hogwarts Express.

Sadness flooded me , but soon anger took it's place. An anger that I had never known I could possibably feel heated me and filled me, reaching out from my very core to the people around me, all encompassing hate for the person that would hurt her. My own aura changing to a brilliant red that I had never seen before. The room began to spin and I closed my eye and clinched my fists against the dizy spell. I could sense all of the power of my being surging forth with my anger just waiting to be released and I nearly freed it.

Just then I felt as though I were falling, all power draining from my body, my aura fading to a cool blue. I became aware of a hand on my shoulder and when I opened my eyes I was startled to see that I was on my knees with Dumbledore standing beside me with a highly concerned expression.

I had nearly lost control, he would later tell me. That my magic took over because of my anger. This is not a new discovery, while training with Dumbledore I quickly learned how short a temper I possess, but this is the worst and closest I have ever gotten to totally losing contol.

I listened to the Order attempt to explain to me what had happened and how I couldn't go in search for her because it would be what Voldemort wanted, as Mr. Weasley attempted to shove cup after cup of tea into my hand. I felt in a daze still, as if it couldn't possibly be real. Just the year before Hermione had accompanied me and several other students to the Ministry of Magic, trusting my judement, and nearly getting them all killed. Hermione had spent more time the in Hospital than any of them. Oh how I wished it would have been me.

My entire life everyone that I love or care about has either been hurt or killed because of my destiny. First my parents, then Sirius, and now Hermione. I try to protect them but nothing I can do is enough. I refused to let Hermione and Ron know about the Prophecy knowing that they would only want to help me as they did last year and put themselves at a greater risk. No matter how hard I try or what I do I can't keep them safe.

Dumbledore you had better find her before they kill her, or nothing you can do will be able to keep me away from Voldemort.

Diary of Harry Potter

She's alive! Thank Merlin, she's alive! The order members had been searching for her for over two days straight and hadn't come any closer to finding her. Then, no more than an hour ago, Mr. Weasley came running into the wizard-packed kitchen of Grimmuald Place, his face red from the chill outside and gasping for breath. "We've. -Gasp- found -gasp- her!" he finally managed to get out and as Tonks and Mrs. Weasley moved to get him into a chair and a cup ofsteaming tea into his gloved hands.

Everyone in the room was silent, waiting for him to continue with an explanation. I stood in the corner, hands gripping together longing to grab him and force him to hurriedly tell me where she was and what happened.

After what seemed like an eternity he began to speak, "We found her...at her parents house...the bastards left her in their front yard! Dumbledore took her to St. Mungo's about fifteen minute-" he broke off for I had suddenly stood from my place at the wall and began moving to the door of the small room.

"Harry, wait!" Mr. Weasley said quickly, standing despite his wife's cry of dismay and holding a hand up. "You can't - Dumbledore told me to tell you to stay here. Going there right now is-"

"First I couldn't even go and helpfind her. Now I can't even see her in the hospital. She is hurt because of me!" I cut him off, speaking through clinched teeth in an attempt to keep my temper in check not caring that every set of eyes in the room were on me. "She is my friend!"

"Harry, please!" he said, "Going there is exactly-"

"What they want me to do." I finished for him, "So they are attacking my friends to try and get me to leave. I haven't been out of this god-forsaken place in over a month!"

"You are not the only one who has had to sacrifice." He said, I could hear anger rising in his voice. And I had long since lost the small hold over my temper

"I never wanted any of this to happen, I never asked any one to sacrifice anything for me!"

"But they have, and they did, and they continue to do so. Willingly, totally aware of the risks. And all of their sacrifices would have been in vain if you leave and fall into another trap!" at this he slammed his fist into the table.

I opened my mouth to reply but the words stuck in my throat as his last words seemed to reach my ears. 'Another trap.' Like a movie waiting to start I saw the face of Sirius frozen in surprise and falling backwards through the veil in my mind. I closed my eyes in an attempt to force the image from my mind. I stayed that way for a long moment and when I finally reopened my eyes everyone was still looking at me but now with a concerned expression written in each face. Even Mr. Weasley had calmed and was watching me in concern.

I took a step back from him, "You're right." I said very softly.

The room seemed to come to life asif they had all been holding their breaths. Aurors began moving around the room grabbing cloaks and their things so they could leave to the hospital or other destinations.

I sat there, dumb and numb. I wanted to scream, to cry, and to do anything but sit there. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked unto the face of Mrs. Weasley, how kind her eyes were made me calm down a good bit. "Dear, we are going to go and see her and then we will be back to tell you how she is." she said in a sweet caring tone, "Is there anything I can get you?" I shook my head in the negative.

So here I sit alone in this house of m Godfathers family, the great savior of the Wizarding World, writing in a diary.

It's late now, nearly three am. I waited all night for the Weasleys to return to the house. When finallythey did less than twenty minutes ago they both looked tired, worn ragged and utterly depressed. Mrs. Weasley had the very distinct puffy eyes and face of someone who had been crying for a very long time. As I can down the stairs I froze at the sight of them. 'She's dead.' I thought right then stopping mid step. "Is she?" I could' even say it.

"No, no Harry she is doing fine." Mr. Weasley said, helping his wife with his cloak. I felt as though a ton of bricks had been lifted from my shoulders and I sank to sit on the step below me.

"Oh, Harry, come into the kitchen...we have something to tell you." Mrs. Weasley said in a heart broken voice, moving o put an arm around me and guide me to the room. There they told me what the death eaters did to her. She had no memory of who it was, but the med-wizards , after examining her, were able to tell what exactly happened.

Hermione, I'm so sorry. I would have never dreamed someone would hurt another person that way. If I ever find out who was responsible I swear to you I will kill them. One day Voldemort will pay.