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Chapter 18: 14th February 2003

Dear Diary,

Happy Valentine's Day!

Oh, I'm soooooo in love, Diary. I have the best Valentine's Day ever! I'll tell you the whole thing….

I woke up in the morning and found out that Harry was missing from bed. Thinking that he might had gone downstairs, I got up and was just about to get out of bed when Harry burst into the room and jumped onto his, I mean, our bed.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" he said happily, smiling.

I blinked. "You are in a rather good mood today." I said.

Continued smiling, he said, "Well, today is my first Valentine's Day with you." He leaned closer towards my face. "I have waited for 9 long years for this." he added.

I smiled back and we kissed softly on the lips. When we broke apart, he said, "Get up, Hermione and let's make breakfast together."

Have I ever described Harry's face whenever he makes breakfast? Well, he looks very serious. As he cooked the omelettes (with chicken mushrooms, I was doing the toast and orange juice), his brows were furrowed in concentration. He looked so cool.

"Hey, Hermione, watch this." said Harry and he lifted the pan off the stove and tossed the omelette up in the air. Then he caught it neatly with the pan.

I laughed and applauded before I returned to the toast.

That's what I like about Muggle cooking. It may be slow, but at least I get to spend the time with the man I love while doing it.

After breakfast, Harry and I decided to spend the whole day in a muggle park, so we went to get a kite, a few books and a picnic basket. Then we made some sandwiches for lunch.

We went out. I was wearing a dress while Harry was wearing a red sleeveless pullover over a white shirt. I was about to make my way towards Harry's Porsche when Harry grabbed my arm.

"Whoa, Hermione, I'm not driving today." said Harry.

I looked at him in surprise. "Not driving? You mean we are going to walk there?"

Harry shook his head.

"Fly?" I asked in horror.

Harry shook his head again.

"Apparition?"

Harry kept on shaking his head.

"Then what?" I asked, slightly frustrated.

Harry grinned and went to his shed. I waited for a while and saw him came out with a dark blue bicycle!

"We are going to cycle there!" he announced cheerfully. "Hop on."

I gaped at him. "Where did you get this?"

"Bought it. I always wanted to ride a bicycle since I was 7, when Dudley got his." said Harry and he mounted it. "Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia won't let me to have one, let alone getting near one. So I didn't touch a bicycle until my Auror training, where I get to learn one."

I looked at him in amusement. Harry was like his 13 year old self again, excited over a thing like a bicycle. But then again, maybe because Harry didn't get anything decent from his relatives when he was young, that's why he was so happy when he got something good.

"Hurry up, Hermione!" said Harry, smiling at me.

I smiled back and piled the picnic basket, books and the kite in the basket at the front of the bicycle.

Harry took out his wand from his pocket and shrunk the stuff so that they wouldn't get cramped together. I went behind him and got onto the bicycle, sitting sideway.

"Hold on, Hermione." ordered Harry and I wrapped my arms around his waist firmly. "Here we go." he sang and he started pedalling.

As we went through Harry's village, I watched the scenery as it changed. I hadn't seen the whole of Godric's Hollow before, so this was really an eye-opener for me. I saw two kids flying around on their toy broomsticks. Three witches were standing around outside the post office, chattering. A witch was waving her wand over the laundry and the clothes went to the clothesline by themselves. An Auror was shouting to a young wizard angrily.

"Hey there, Potter!" called the Auror when he saw us. He has blond hair and brown eyes.

"Hi, Edrington, what's all the fuss about?" said Harry after he stopped pedalling.

"This idiot has an unlicensed Firecrab in his backyard!" said Edrington, glaring at the wizard.

"It's harmless!" said the wizard.

"Harmless, my foot!" snapped Edrington. "We have received complaints about your 'pet' shooting flames over the fences for no reason and burnt up your neighbours' laundry!"

"I thought it is the people from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures who are supposed to handle this." said Harry in bewilderment.

"Supposed to be," said Edrington bitterly. "But they couldn't handle it, so they give the dirty work to us." He turned to the wizard. "Now you either hand over the unlicensed Firecrab, or it will be the court for you!"

The wizard looked sulky.

"Oh come on, help me!" said Edrington to Harry.

Harry looked at me, smiled and said to his colleague. "I can't. I got a date. I better go now, see you at work, Edrington!"

"Hey, wait a minute!" called Edrington but Harry and I had gone off.

I looked back and saw Edrington had his mouth dropped open. I laughed merrily and waved goodbye at him.

Wasn't Harry sweet, Diary? He stopped work today so that he could spend our first Valentine's Day with me.

"Here we are," said Harry and he stopped at the Persephone Park's entrance. I got off and followed Harry as he wheeled the bicycle into the park. We chose a spot under a tree and Harry leaned his bicycle against the tree's thick trunk.

I took out the small items from the bicycle's basket and put them down. Then I waved my wand and enlarged them back to their original size when no one was looking. Harry was about to take out the mat from the basket when I stopped him. "Not now, Harry, I want to fly the kite."

Harry grinned. "Okay." he got the kite. The kite was red, with a golden lion on it. It has a very long tail as well.

We got up and went to the open space nearby. The weather was windy, some of the people were already flying their kites.

"Hold on to the string, Hermione." said Harry and he handed me the string. I held onto it.

"Here we go!" said Harry, his hair had been blown wild by the wind. He threw the kite up in the air and I tugged it slightly.

Diary, you should see how high the kite went! I tugged and laughed in delight as the kite went higher into the sky. Harry ran to me and watched as the kite joined the rest of the kites.

"Look, Hermione, look how free the kite is!" said Harry and began to laugh too.

"I'm looking!" I said.

"Look out!" cried Harry.

Another kite was about to collide with our kite. I ran quickly, pulling the kite to a safer part of the sky. Harry ran along with me and looked at the kite at the same time.

I hadn't fly a kite since I was 8, Diary, I was so glad that I got a chance to fly one again.

"Hermione, give me the string, let me have a go with it." said Harry, practically jumping with excitement.

I handed him the string and happily, he smiled at me and took over the control of the kite. Harry had trouble keeping the kite steady (because he had never flown a kite before). I held his hand and helped him with it ("Hold it like this, Harry….. careful, careful!") It took him for like a minute or two to be able to handle the kite himself. I smiled at him and went back to our stuff under the tree. I took out the mat, spread it out and sat down. I watched Harry lovingly as he flew the kite. He is the completely opposite of Viktor (have I said that before?), he is energetic and so full of life. He looked so relaxed as he flew the kite…..

Harry came back to me a minute later and sat down beside me, his hand still holding on the string. The kite was still sailing in the clear blue sky although the wind had become less windy.

Harry sighed happily. "This is so fun, I finally get to do the things that I always wanted to do since I was a kid."

I watched the kite as it flew along with the wind. I sighed and leaned my head on Harry's shoulder, still watching the kite. "Look at the kite, it looks so free and happy, just fly in the sky with no worries at all."

Harry was silent.

"I wondered whether I could be a kite." I said quietly.

With his free arm, Harry put it around my shoulders. "If you are a kite," he said quietly. "You will be free but lonely."

"Yes….." I lifted my head and looked at Harry. "And I don't want to be lonely. Harry, promise me that you won't leave me."

Harry stared at me for a long while before he kissed me on the forehead and returned his attention back to the kite. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

We sat there in silence, continued to watch the kite with our arms around each other.

At 2pm, we kept the kite and had lunch. There are eggs and bacon sandwiches (made by me) and orange juice (made by Harry).

"Looks good." said Harry, smiling when I unpacked the sandwiches. "Mind if I eat them all?"

"Don't you dare." I warned but smiled back at him.

Harry pouted. I laughed, picked up a sandwich and said, "Stop pouting and open wide."

Harry opened his mouth wide, as if he was seeing a dentist. "Ah…."

I stuffed the sandwich in his mouth and his hand went up to hold the sandwich when I let go. I giggled and took another sandwich for myself.

As we ate in silence, we watched the other people in the park. Some, like us, were having a picnic, some were playing kites and some were rowing boats at the lake nearby. The weather was perfect, even though it still had a bit of wind. The trees rustled their leaves as the gentle wind blew.

After lunch, Harry sighed and lay down on his back with his hands behind his head. "This is so relaxing."

I nodded and turned to take a book. I lifted my knees and put the book against my lap.

I was about to read when Harry asked, "Which book are you reading?"

I looked at the book cover. "….Totto-chan. It's really interesting. I read it twice."

Still lying down, Harry removed his hands from his head and shifted closer. "Read a part to me." he requested softly.

"You really want me to do that? Don't you afraid that you will fall asleep?"

"I won't." said Harry.

"We'll see." I said and cleared my throat. I flipped to a part of the book and read, "The reason Mother was worried was because although Totto-chan had only just started school, she had already been expelled. Fancy being expelled from the first grade!......"

"Why? Is she caught flying on a broomstick?" asked Harry.

"No, just listen." I said and continued.

After reading that particular part, I continued reading. I couldn't help it, the book was too interesting. I went on reading the next chapter, and the next…..

I stopped reading for a while to see whether Harry was listening.

Sure enough, he's asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily as he slept.

"And you say that you won't fall asleep." I muttered and put the book down.

Harry continued sleeping.

I gazed at him in adoration. He looked so innocent when he slept. I lay down flat on my stomach and watched him slept, my face just inches away from his. I smiled at his handsome face and kissed him on the nose. He grunted and turned his head to the right.

I yawned, thinking I should take a nap as well. I turned and lay on my side. Then I looked at Harry beside I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt Harry feeling for my hand and holding it. I smiled again, was Harry pretending to be sleeping at that time? But whether he was pretending or not, I was glad that he held my hand, even when we slept. It was like we would never be separated from each other.

I tightened my grip on his hand slightly before I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was evening. Harry was still sleeping, his hand was still holding mine. I sat up and looked around. Most of the people had gone home, except of a few couple strolling around the lake. A young girl with a basket was walking around, selling roses.

Thinking that it was time to go home, I shook Harry's shoulder. "Harry, darling, wake up."

Harry woke up. "Wh-what?"

"It's evening. I think we should go home." I said.

Harry sat up and yawned. "Y-yeah…." He looked at our hands and smiled. Then he let go of my hand to stretch himself. I took the chance to do that too. Harry got up and offered me his hand. I took it and he pulled me up.

Harry was picking up the blanket when the flower girl came over. "Sir, would you like to buy a rose for your girlfriend?"

I looked into her basket, it was half-filled with red roses.

"Oh they are beautiful!" I squealed and grabbed Harry's arm. "Buy one for me, Harry please!"

Harry smiled at me tenderly and said to the girl. "I'll take one."

He paid for the rose and gave it to me. "Here you go, Hermione.

"Happy Valentine's Day." he continued after the girl left. He then kissed me lightly on the lips.

As he wrapped his arms around me, I smelt the rose. "It's nice. But the problem is that it will wilt."

"It won't, as long as you put it in the water and feed it with one aspirin everyday." said Harry.

"Who taught you that? Professor Sprout?" I asked.

"Neville did." said Harry, grinning. "Aspirin may be just a muggle medicine but it quite useful to a rose."

I giggled and Harry whispered in my ear. "An aspirin a day, while we are together. And it will live for a long time."

"Not for a long time." I said suddenly.

Harry blinked at me. "Huh?"

"It will live forever." I said and kissed Harry passionately.

Love is in the air, Diary.

And I could finally feel it again on Valentine's Day after 3 years (Viktor's love for me died after a year of marriage).

Thank you so much, Harry.

For loving me.

Hermione

Once Neville finished the entry, he jumped up, handed the diary to Katie and ran upstairs.

"What the hell is Neville doing?" asked Fred and George shrugged.

A few minutes later, Neville came down the stairs, carrying something in his hands. Ron looked carefully and realized it was a rose in a thin glass vase. The rose looked slightly wilted.

"Looks like it's dying." said Neville in panic. "Ginny, give me an aspirin."

As Ginny opened her purse, Ron asked, "Where did you find that?"

"In Harry and Hermione's bedroom. I knew Hermione would bring it here when they moved." said Neville. "Ginny, hurry up!"

"Here!" said Ginny, pulling out a bottle. She opened it and shook out a few pills of aspirins. Then she handed Neville one.

Neville dropped the aspirin in and it dissolved in the water. 'If everything goes well, this rose will be better in a few days." he sighed. "Good thing that the entry reminded me to look for it. Since Harry and Hermione di…." he cleared his throat slightly. "You know what word I'm going to use. No one is around to take care of it, so I think I will just bring this home."

Silence.

"I think we should go home now. It's already 5.30pm." said Ginny, breaking the silence.

"What? So early?" asked Ron. "Can't we stay longer?"

"Well, Neville and I can't. We left Lethe with a muggle babysitter. We should get her back before she did something magical in front of the babysitter." said Ginny slowly.

"We need to go too, our kids need us." said Angelina.

"That's right." said Oliver.

"Ron, you should go back too, to watch over Mum." said George seriously.

Ron wanted to protest at first, but then he thought of his mother, alone back in The Burrow and thought that he should go home to accompany her. Furthermore, if everyone left, he would be alone in this house.

"Okay, I will go home. Same time tomorrow?"

"Yep. And I think it's Katie's turn to read." said George.

"All right, I will read it tomorrow." said Katie.

When Fred and Angelina got home, 3 Weasley kids were playing in the living room. Jemima ran to her father, screaming "Daddy!!!"

"Hey Jemima, how's my girl?" asked Fred as he carried her up.

"Great. Where have you and Mummy been?" she asked, her big black eyes looking directly at Fred.

"Out." said Fred simply.

"Have you gone and see Harry?" asked Jemima excitedly.

Fred stared at his daughter. Angelina was listening, her hand stopped wiping the chocolate stains at her son's mouth.

"Err, no." said Fred slowly.

Jemima's face fell. "Oh. Daddy, why hasn't Harry been coming to visit us?"

Fred froze. "Um, err….."

"Is it because he doesn't like me anymore?" asked Jemima in horror.

"No no no," said Fred quickly. "He liked, I mean, likes you. He told me once that you are his favourite."

"Then," Jemima looked confused. "Why hasn't he come lately?"

"Err…. because he's….." Fred shot a 'help-me' look at Angelina but she didn't do anything except staring at him. "He's not around anymore."

"What do you mean he is not around anymore?" asked Jemima quietly.

"He has, erm, moved."

Angelina stared at him in surpise. Fred ignored her.

"Moved? To where?" demanded Jemima.

"To a, err," Fred swallowed. "Faraway place."

"Out of England?" squeaked Jemima.

Fred nodded. Angelina resumed her wiping, trying to concentrate on the stains.

"W-will he be coming back, Daddy? I want to see him again. I-I want to show him the drawing that I have drawn of him today." asked Jemima, nearly in tears.

Fred sniffled.

"Um, yeah. He will be back. But not in a short time." he said quietly.

Jemima smiled immediately. "Great! Tell me when Harry comes back, Daddy! I really want to show him the drawing! And I'm learning to ride on a real broomstick, so that he, I, you, Mummy, all the Uncle Weasleys and Aunt Ginny could play Quidditch together." she said with excitement.

"Hm, okay." said Fred. Suddenly he felt sorry for his daughter. He wished he could tell Jemima the truth but he couldn't. He just couldn't bear to see the look on her face if he told her that Harry was dead. He had to lie. He just had to.

At night, Ginny tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She missed Hermione and everything she did before she died. She thought of all the fun she and Hermione used to have back in Hogwarts. Hermione would tell her all her secrets while Ginny would tell her hers. And now that Hermione had died, she had no close friend….

"Neville?" she asked finally. "Are you awake?"

"Hm-mm." said Neville in darkness and sighed. "I can't sleep. Every time when I tried, the image Harry and Hermione will come into my mind. I could still remember all the help they gave me back at Hogwarts."

Silence.

"I miss them." said Ginny quietly. "Wish I could hear their voices again."

Silence again.

Neville suddenly got up and out of the bed. He then went out of the door.

Ginny got up as well. "Neville, where are you going?"

She got out of bed and chased after her husband. Neville walked down the stairs and then to the living room. He picked up the cordless phone and started dialling (he learned to use muggle phone from Arthur Weasley).

"Neville, who are you calling?"

"Harry and Hermione." said Neville quietly.

"Neville…." said Ginny sadly. "How could you do that? They're dead."

Neville didn't respond. He continued to have the phone at his ear.

"Harry gave me his new house number when he and Hermione moved." he said and he hang up.

He redialled the number and passed it to Ginny. "Listen."

Ginny stared at Neville in confusion before she took over the phone. She held it to her ear.

The phone continued to ring before it had been picked up. "Hi, this is Harry…." came Harry's voice.

Ginny gasped and removed the phone from her ear. She stared at Neville with her mouth dropped open.

"Don't." said Neville, taking the phone from Ginny and listened to it. Then he hung up and redialled. "Just continue to listen."

Ginny took over the phone and listened. The phone was being picked up again. "Hi, this is Harry…" came Harry's voice again.

"And Hermione!" said Hermione's voice suddenly.

Ginny drew in her breath at her beloved friend's voice but she continued to listen.

"We are not at home right now," continued Hermione in the phone.

"So if you know what an answering machine is, please leave a message after the beep." said Harry.

"Harry, anyone who uses a phone knows what an answering machine is." said Hermione in the background.

"Whatever, anyway, just leave a message and we will call you back….. unless you are Malfoy or Krum, then you would be waiting for eternity…." said Harry.

"Harry!" cried Hermione. "Just end it already!"

"All right, all right…." said Harry.

Beep, went the answering machine.

Silence.

Ginny was still. Then she sniffled, tears went down her cheeks as she put down the phone.

"Well, you said you want to hear them again. This is the only way to do it." said Neville quietly.

Ginny continued to cry. Neville walked to her slowly and put his arms around her. She buried her face in his pyjamas and cried as hard as she could.