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This story is dedicate to my Grandmother, who passed away on 22-1-2005

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Author's note: Anyone seen the trailer, bbc newsround and the Enewslive-gofpreview of HP and the Goblet of Fire? Isn't it cool? And the guy playing Viktor Krum is pretty cool, I felt kind of bad writing his character in this way :p… Sorry for the late update by the way!

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Chapter 29: 31 of October 2003

Dear Diary,

Today was Halloween, Harry and I spent our whole day, celebrating the occasion like Muggles!

I woke up this morning and found out that Harry wasn't in bed. I sat up.

"Harry?" I asked.

No response.

Thinking that he might be downstairs, I got up, washed myself and went downstairs.

And I found him, standing in the garden with a rake, wearing jeans and a green sweater. Busily, he pushed all the leaves on the ground into a pile. Standing in the house, I watched him silently through the sliding door glass as he did his work. Harry was so skilled in tidying up the garden that I wondered whether the Dursleys made him to do it every autumn before he went to Hogwarts.

Soon, all the beautiful red, golden and brown leaves were in a form of a small mountain. Harry sighed and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. I was about to go out to talk to him when he suddenly looked up at our window. He put his hands on his hips, as if he was looking for something from our window. He then looked back at the pile and grinned mischievously.

Before I knew it, he turned around and fell back…

PLOP

…right into the pile of leaves.

I bit my lower lip, trying hard not to laugh out loud. I didn't know that my boyfriend likes to fall into a huge pile of leaves. Maybe he didn't get to do that when he was a kid, so he did it now.

Harry turned, dug into the leaves and wriggled through it like a mole. He crawled out of the other side and got up. He then swept up the leaves into a neat pile again and…

PLOP

He did the whole thing again and just lay there in the pile. Giggling, I pushed the doors open and went out. I walked to Harry and looked down at him among the pile of leaves. Harry was closing his eyes and smiling in satisfaction. Gently, I nudged his leg with my toe.

Harry's smile faded and he opened one of his eyes. When he saw that it was me, he quickly got up. "Morning, Hermione."

I smiled back. "Morning, Harry. Looks like you are having fun."

"You saw everything?" asked Harry, his face was filled with unmistaken horror.

I nodded.

Harry grinned sheepishly. "I'm very childish, am I?"

"Hm…" I pretended to think for a while. "No."

Harry blinked at me. "Why not?"

"Well, I guess that you didn't get to do this kind of thing when you were living with the Dursleys, so you have to wait until you grow up to do it."

Harry's face was emotionless. But then he smiled. "I'm glad that you understand. I always watched Dudley doing it every autumn when we were kids and I never get to do it."

"You can do it now." I said softly.

"That's right." said Harry. He then looked down at the leaves and looked up at me. "Join me?"

I shook my head. Unlike Harry, I had done it many times when I was a kid and I got tired of it years ago.

Harry pouted. "All right…" he stretched out his hand. "Help me up, will you?"

I held out my hand, and that was a bad move.

Grasping my hand tightly, Harry grinned evilly and pulled me down towards him.

PLOP

"Ha! I fooled you!" said Harry, looking me as I lay beside him among the pile of leaves.

I was about to yell at him when I suddenly felt that I didn't need to. The soft leaves were rubbing against my body and we were actually looking up to the clear morning sky. I felt comfortable and peaceful by just lying there. I also felt like a kid, just lying there and enjoying Mother Nature with no worries.

I breathed in the morning fresh air. "It's great." I turned and looked at Harry.

Harry looked back at me and smiled warmly.

We ate breakfast after almost an hour of lying in the pile of leaves. And after that, I wanted to make a pumpkin pie as a part of our celebration of Halloween, in the muggle way. Why, did you ask? Well, I thought it would be more fun that way.

So I went to the kitchen cupboard and took out the recipe book that my mom gave me when I got married. She said that I needed to learn how to cook in the muggle way for my husband. I never used it, since Viktor didn't like me to do muggle cooking.

I opened the book and Harry looked over my shoulder.

"Harry dear, go and check whether we have the ingredients." I said, flipping to the page that featured pumpkin pie.

Harry went off.

"Canned pumpkin." I read.

Noises of moving canned food could be heard.

"No." replied Harry a while later.

"I guess I could skip that sugar and salt part, we definitely have them… Cinnamon?"

"No."

"Nutmeg, cloves and pumpkin pie spice?"

"Triple no."

"Eggs, milk and evaporated milk?"

"Yes… um," Harry checked the fridge, "not much and um… no."

I looked at Harry. "What does that mean?"

"Yes, we have eggs, but we don't have much milk and we don't have evaporated milk." explained Harry.

"Oh dear, guess that I will have to go to the supermarket then." I said, sighing. "Oh great, I haven't been one for years…"

"Let me go with you, Hermione." said Harry. "I have loads of experience from the Dursleys."

Besides buying the things that I needed for the pie, Harry and I bought snacks as well (we developed a habit of eating snacks while watching TV. Boy, we were beginning to act like pure muggles!).

Harry and I strolled past a huge shelf of toys when I spotted pairs of toy glasses. You know, the kind which kids wore on for fun. There were actually a few samples out. Smiling, I picked a black framed one out.

"Hey, Harry." I said.

Harry turned around and I placed the glasses on him directly. "Ah, the old Harry is back." I said playfully.

Harry twitched his nose as the glasses rested on it. I guess he hadn't worn his for years and now here's one again on his face. Pushing the glasses up, he grinned at me and said, "Now I need a scar and I will look like my younger self again."

I grinned when someone cried, "Harry Potter!"

I froze. Oh no, had someone recognized us?

I turned and saw a girl and a woman looking at us. "It's Harry Potter!" the girl cried.

Quickly, Harry took out the glasses. "No, I'm not." he lied.

"You are! He is, isn't he, Mum?" asked the girl.

I looked at the blond woman in panic, wondering whether she was a witch.

Harry put the glasses back to its place on the shelf.

The woman stared at us for a while before she shook her head. "No, he isn't. He's too old to be Harry. Harry is only 14 or 15."

"But he has the glasses, green eyes and messy black hair…" insisted the girl.

"And I don't have a scar." interrupted Harry.

The girl looked at us. Harry moved his fringe up to reveal his forehead. The girl blinked and her mouth dropped open. Good thing that Harry's scar had disappeared after his fight with Voldemort, otherwise the girl would really believe that the man in front of her was Harry Potter.

"See, my dear? Harry Potter doesn't exist in this world. This young man looks like Harry but he isn't." said the woman.

"Oh." said the girl and she pouted.

"I'm so sorry." said the woman. "I hope my daughter doesn't give you any problems. I think I have influenced her too much about Harry Potter."

"It's all right," I said before Harry could say anything, "I'm a great fan of Harry Potter too. I wish that he exists as well."

Harry frowned at me but didn't say anything.

"Really? You like this series of books as well?" said the woman.

I smiled. "My boyfriend likes it too. Don't you?" I asked Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes.

Still smiling, I stepped on his foot.

"Ouch! I mean, yes, but not as much as my girlfriend." said Harry quickly.

"My name is Joanne. What's your name?" asked the woman.

"Emma." I said immediately and pointed at Harry. "His name is Daniel."

The woman looked surprised. "Oh my goodness, have you watched the movie version of the series?"

"No." said me and Harry.

"The actors of Harry and Hermione are called Daniel and Emma too! It's too bad that you are grown-ups now. Otherwise you could go for auditions for the roles of Harry and Hermione."

I continued to smile. If only she knew.

"Well, it's nice to meet both of you, Daniel and Emma. I better go now…" said the woman, holding her daughter's hand.

"Bye, Joanne." we said.

After the woman and her daughter left, Harry sighed. "Phew, that was close."

"Too close." I said, gripping Harry's arm tightly. Good thing that Joanne wasn't a witch; otherwise the relationship between me and Harry would be exposed.

"Come on, Hermione, let's go and buy pumpkins. I feel like making jack-o-lanterns." said Harry.

When Harry and I came out of the supermarket, our hands full of our shopping things, Harry spotted a gypsy sitting across the road behind a stall.

"Hey Hermione, there's a fortunate teller." said Harry.

"So?"

Harry grinned over his grocery bag. "Let's go and have our fortunate told."

I rolled my eyes. "Harry, don't you have enough of Divination from Professor Trelawney? I know I did."

"So what? What that gypsy said would not be true, unless she is a true Seer, which I highly doubt. We just do it for fun." said Harry and before I stopped him, he had already walked across the road.

I sighed in frustration and followed him.

Harry smiled at the gypsy. "Hi, is this where I get my fortunate told?"

Now that I was closer to the gypsy, I realised that she was much older than I was, and she had her face full of makeup.

"Yes." said the woman. "Do sit down, Sir."

"Harry," I said, "whatever she says…"

"I won't take it seriously, don't worry." said Harry. "Besides, fortunate telling is an important part of Halloween."

Well, he did have a point…

The gypsy placed her Tarot cards faced down in a horse-shoe spread. "Take a card, sir."

Harry followed the gypsy's instructions and she asked, "What is it you want to ask about?"

Harry looked at me and smiled charmingly. "My love life."

The gypsy looked at the card and showed Harry, It featured a man hanging upside-down. "You got the Hanged Man. Here it means dead end situation which is the result of erroneous actions."

"Err… so?" asked Harry slowly.

The woman swallowed and said, "You must break up with your girlfriend immediately, otherwise serious consequences will occur."

Harry frowned. "Like what?"

"You will die." said the gypsy darkly.

I threw up my hands. "See, Harry? You always get this kind of rubbish when you have your fortunate told. 'Do this, do that, or you will suffer consequences', oh please!"

I put 2 Euro on the gypsy's table and grabbed Harry's hand. "Come on, let's go."

"Madam, please break up with this young sir or you two will not live through next year." said the gypsy suddenly.

I struck out my tongue at her and walked off, my head up high. I heard Harry apologizing to the lady and followed me to his Porsche.

At home, we put down our stuff in the kitchen and opened our bags.

"Harry, go outside and do something else." I said. "I need to make the pie now."

"Can't I stay and watch?" he asked.

"No." I said firmly. "Now go, before I attack you with my rolling pin."

Harry run out of the kitchen as told.

I spent a while doing the pumpkin pie shell but I ended up having a messy, gooey pile of dough. My face and hands were dirty with flour as well. In the end I gave up and used magic to make the shell (Okay, so I used magic, but I had no choice).

Then everything else went in the muggle way. I put the ingredients into the shell together and put it into the oven. After that, I went out to the kitchen to look for Harry. Then I found him in the living room, sitting on the floor with one of the small pumpkins that we picked at the supermarket between his legs. Another small pumpkin had been cut, emptied and placed beside him. It had two big round holes as eyes, a small triangular nose and a wide mouth.

Harry had cut the pumpkin open and was humming as he craved a face on it. I went to him and bended down behind him, my hands on my knees.

Harry looked up and smiled at me. I smiled back and examined what he had craved. The pumpkin he had in his hands had a face and amusingly, a thin lightning shape mark near the top of it.

Harry was craving his face onto the pumpkin.

"How do I look?" he asked in a good sense of humour, holding up the pumpkin for me to see.

"Oh dear, your face have gone large and orange." I said, giggling.

"At least I look better than you." said Harry.

I blinked. "What?"

Grinning, Harry turned and picked a ball of newspaper that had been dyed brown, cut and paste to resemble a brown mop. Then he placed it on top of his previous work.

"Does it resemble someone we know?" asked Harry.

I stared at the pumpkin for a while before it hit me. Harry had made a pumpkin version of me! "Harry, I'm going to get you!" I shrieked.

Harry got up and ran upstairs, laughing. I chased after him and caught him in our bedroom. I jumped on him and immediately we fell right onto our bed.

PLOP

With me sitting on him and my legs on either side of him, I poked Harry on the ribs and tried to be as serious as possible. "Apologize!"

"No way!"

"Fine, then there will be no pumpkin pie for you! I will just eat it all by myself."

"Pig." Harry muttered.

I slapped him on the shoulder and he laughed. I was about to say something when Harry suddenly said, "Hermione dear, do you smell something?"

I sniffed and a strong smell of pumpkin went into my nose. "Oh no, the pie!" I got off and went downstairs.

The pie was okay, thank goodness. Smiling, I put the pie on the dining table and put a cooling spell on it. Then I called: "Pie is ready!"

Harry came over in a flash and helped me to cut the pie. I placed the first piece on his plate and he took a big bite on it.

Sitting down beside him, I asked, "How is it?"

Harry munched his food slowly. His face remained emotionless.

Silence

Harry cleared his throat and coughed slightly. Then he swallowed his food forcefully. His face looked as if he had eaten something awful. Oh dear.

"Too much salt." he managed to say, he sounded like he had sand struck in his throat.

"Oh no." I groaned. "Maybe I should use magic after all…"

Then a thought struck me. "Hey, I could use magic! I remember a spell…" I waved my wand and recited a spell that could make the pie to taste better, and then I put the wand down.

"Try again." I said.

This time, Harry was not so eager to try the pie. From cutting the pie to putting it on his plate, he did it as slow as possible. Then he sliced a tiny portion of the piece and put it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed it.

He smiled broadly and cut a bigger portion of his piece. "Hey, it's great! Try it, Hermione." He held out a fork with the pie through it.

I opened my mouth and Harry put the pie neatly in it. It was delicious, but only after I had cast a spell on it.

I might as well stop doing muggle cooking from now on.

When night falls, Harry and I lit our jack-o-lanterns by placing candles in them and we placed them outside our door. They looked eerie, but they suited the whole Halloween mood. Then we struck and lit big white candles on the garden walls.

A few minutes after we went back into the house, the doorbell rang. I went to open the door and my mouth dropped open.

Three kids were standing at our doorsteps. One had dark hair, with glasses and a lightning mark on his forehead. The other one had brown bushy hair and rather large front teeth. The last one had flaming red hair and freckles. The three were wearing Gryffindor robes and had three brown paper bags. They looked so much like me, Harry and Ron when we were children.

"Trick or treat." said the kids with thick American accent.

I giggled at them. I couldn't help it, they were so adorable. I called, "Har-, I mean, Daniel! Come quick!"

"What?" asked Harry and came to me.

I pointed at the kids. "Trick or treat."

Harry turned his head and his eyes went wide at the children. I think this was the first time he ever saw kids dressing up like us.

"Oh my god!" he cried. "It's Harry Potter and his friends!"

Oh my, Harry was acting as if he WASN'T Harry Potter himself.

"Wait here, I'm going to get candies for our special guests." said Harry and went to the kitchen. Then he reappeared with bars of chocolates.

"Here you go, chocolates are good for you." said Harry. "That's what Professor Lupin said, isn't it?" he asked the kids.

"Yes." said the boy who was dressing up as Harry.

"Good, you better practice hard on your spells, you three. Especially you, Ron." said Harry to the red-headed boy.

The boy nodded. "I will."

"And you Hermione, you better help him." said Harry to the girl.

The girl nodded. "I will, thank you for your chocolates, Mister." she said and dragged the boys off. "Bye!"

"Bye, said hello to Professor McGonagall for me." called Harry and he closed the door.

I finally burst out laughing.

"What? It's an honour to have three wizards on our doorsteps." said Harry, grinning.

I continued to laugh. Then Harry joined me as well.

The night went on. A few more kids (most of them were Americans) came to our doorstep for trick-or-treating. So far, I had seen kids dressing up as witches (which remind me of Professor McGonagall), angels, devils, muggle heroes like Spiderman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Batman, Wolverine, Storm and so on.

At 11pm, Harry and I decided to go to bed, knowing that the kids would not come to our house anymore since it was late.

I got into bed with my pyjamas on and saw Harry standing at the window, staring out at the night sky. Then he placed his hands together and closed his eyes, as if he was praying. I went quietly to him and he continued to be like that until three minutes later.

"Harry, what are you doing?" I asked gently.

Harry opened his eyes, looked and smiled in a rather depressed way. "Today is my parents' 22nd death anniversary. Every year, I will close my eyes and remember everything about them."

"Oh Harry…" I said softly and sighed as I held his hand to comfort him.

Harry just move my hand to his lips and kissed it. "Sometimes I will think of what will happen if they are still alive. I will have a better childhood, that's for sure. Maybe I won't grow up to be an arrogant brat if my parents were alive. You do remember how arrogant I was back in my fifth year, do you?"

I nodded. Harry was rather a hot-tempered and cocky person back in Hogwarts. Even I was a little scared of him when he lost his temper and shouted.

"If my father was still alive, maybe he would teach me how to speak out bravely. Then I wouldn't miss a chance of being your boyfriend when we were teenagers," said Harry suddenly, "and I don't have to wait for almost a decade to be with you."

I put my other arm around his waist and leaned my forehead against his left arm. "Yes, you have been miserable for years. And I have suffered for two years. But our 'sentences' are over, we are happy now, aren't we?"

Harry lifted my chin up, so that my eyes levelled with his. Without smiling, he said quietly, "That's right. But we are in the 'probation' period, there's still a month before your divorce papers are ready and you and your husband signed the papers."

My heart went cold at my marital status. I sniffed and said, "Don't worry; a month will pass by very quickly."

Harry sighed and said, "Do you think we will die next year if we don't break up?"

The gypsy's words came back to me immediately, 'Madam, please break up with this young sir or you two will not live through next year….'

I frowned slightly and said, "True Seers are very rare, Harry. What that woman said might not be true."

"Do you really think so?" asked Harry.

I nodded. "Of course."

Harry smiled. "Good, because we have been through so many difficulties, it will be a pity if we break up because of that prediction."

"I don't want to break up with you," I said truthfully. "I have spent 23 years of my life waiting for my true love and now I finally have you and I don't want to let you go."

"I don't want to let you go either." said Harry. "Let me tell you this, Hermione. If we do die next year…"

"No, we won't." I interrupted with slight annoyance.

"I said if." said Harry. "If the prediction comes true, whoever dies first will wait for the other in the Elysium Fields, do you understand? That's means I will wait for you…"

"And I will wait for you." I said seriously.

"That's right. And we will spend our eternal life in Elysium Fields…" started Harry.

"Together." I ended.

Harry stared at me for a while and nodded. "Together."

With that, we kissed, an action that I thought was a seal of our promise.

I really hope that the prediction will not come true, Diary. Harry and I have not spent enough time in this world as a couple yet. But if the predication does come true, at least Harry and I don't have to worry that we won't have a companion down in the underworld, or up in heaven, or wherever we go after we died.

We have made a pact, Diary. And we are going to keep it.

Hermione