Chapter 4: Hermione's Diary

Harry POV

Hermione is still in the hospital wing. I on the other hand have to go back to classes without her. Hermione's dreams are starting to get out of control. I was scared half to death when I found out that she was starting to feel the pain that was coming to her in her dreams. I know she already felt them emotionally, but now they were starting to harm her physically as well.

It's not fair! That the psycho that wants to kill me is tormenting the girl that I love! Apparently he wants to see me suffer. Hasn't he even done enough damage? I mean he killed the only real family I had left. Now he was starting to take the only person I have ever really loved as well.

I fell on my bed and wanted to lie there forever. I didn't want to get up. I wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare but I couldn't. I pulled my Defense Against the Dark Arts book out but I couldn't concentrate on my homework. Not like this.

I decided to go and try and relax, take a shower or a bath or something. I walked into the bathroom and I saw the open door that led to Hermione's room. I couldn't help myself but not to go in there. The room was perfectly how she left it. Her bed wasn't made and folded back to where you can see she got out of bed. Her Potions and Transfiguration books laid open on her bed.

On her dresser, there were pictures. Some of them were of her and Lavendar from over summer. Then I saw the one closest to her bed that had a silver frame but with no picture, just a black screen. I picked it up. It was the memory picture I had given her last Christmas.

I held it up to my face as one of my most precious memories came to the screen. It was the last day of 6th year. Hermione was walking next to me as we walked down the corridors.

"Harry." Hermione spoke.

"Yeah?" the memory me asked.

"I've been thinking." Hermione said.

"Hermione, you know that summer was going to happen. And you know just as well as I do that we probably won't see each other over it." I said.

"But it isn't fair. Why does Dumbledore get to chose where you can and can't be!" Hermione almost shouted.

"Hermione, if it was up to me I would be with you every second. But I can't. And maybe who knows. Maybe we will be seeing each other before we know it." I said.

That's when she looked up at me. The moonlight was hitting her eyes so they made it looked like they were sparkling. She was beautiful. I cupped her face in my hands and bent down to kiss her.

I put the picture frame back down on its spot. I brushed the tears away from my eyes. Nowadays, Hermione's eyes shone fear, I never knew if they would ever sparkle again.

I bent down and my knee's hit the ground. Hermione was the only person I had left in this world. Now, it was happening to her, like how he killed all the others.

"Happy?" I screamed out. "Are you finally happy? You have taken everything out of my life that was mine. You took my parents, Sirius, my entire family. Now your taking Hermione? You can't have her! Leave her alone! She didn't do anything! It's me you want! Take me instead!" I screamed.

I looked down and I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Underneath Hermione's bed, a small red book was sticking out. I reached out and pulled the book so that it was in front of me. It was a small red leather book and printed in gold letters in the bottom right corner was the words 'Hermione Granger'.

I took the book up and flipped it to a random page. After reading the first sentence I realized it was Hermione's Diary.

July 31, 8:43 a.m.

Bedroom.

Dear Diary,

Today is Harry's seventeenth birthday. I was I could wish him a happy one. It's been almost two months now. I miss him so much. You never do know how much you love someone until it seems like you're a lifetime apart away from them. Harry means everything to me. And I love him with all my heart.

And the dreams, they are getting worse. I swear I can still hear Harry screaming my name out. Why must I be tortured for being in love?

Tomorrow, Lavender, Ron and I are going up to the Ministry of Magic office for our apparition tests. I wonder if Harry will be there as well. But, I can't get my hopes up. That's all from me; I'll talk to you later.

Love,

Hermione.

I knew I wasn't going to be there. I had gone already earlier in the month. I turned the page forward until it came up to September.

September 1, 1:34 p.m.

Hogwarts Express

Dear Diary,

Here I am sitting all alone in my compartment which reads 'King and Queen' on the front of the door. I'm worried. Harry isn't here. What if something bad happened to him? What if that last day of 6th year was the last I ever saw from him? What if Voldemort got to him already? What if I didn't get a chance to say goodbye?

No. I can't think of that. Harry could handle himself.

Hedwig just showed up. Harry is already at Hogwarts. I guess I got a little carried away. Mom always says that I think of the worst situation all the time. She told me that one time when I was 6, I was watching TV and I didn't know where my parents were so I started to panic and thought they might have been killed. The truth was that they were out in the backyard by the pool. Mom says I almost called the cops.

Hopefully though, I will be able to see Harry at dinner. Oh shoot! I have to give that talk to the 6th and 7th years don't I? I know I already wrote it up and practically have it memorized but I just totally forgot right then and there. Silly me.

Ron and Lavender came by earlier though. I forgot to mention. I should probably go and tell them that Harry is all right. Well, talk to you later.

Love,

Hermione.

I place Hermione's diary under her bed like it was when I found it. I let my face fall in my hands. Hermione is the sweetest person I know. She is the person that cared enough about me to cry at the sight of my tortured body. This shouldn't be happening to her. She doesn't deserve this.

"Its all my fault." I said softly to the room.

"Do you hear me!" I was now screaming. "Leave her alone! Stop it! Let her be!" I got up off the ground and ran back to my room kicking everything in sight. I pounded my fist into my post from my bed and I threw my textbooks across the room and watched them fly open in midair as they hit the wall and fell to the floor.

I fell in my bed and couldn't help the tears but fall. I know I have homework to do but I end up falling asleep.

I am in a dark room, it is cold and the floor is damp. I look around and the only light is coming from someone who is standing in front of me. I look up to see a dark figure with the only part visible is the red eyes. I stumble back a few steps when light engages the room and torches are lit everywhere. I can now see the gray dungeon that I am in. In a corner of the room is another figure whose hood is down, Draco Malfoy smiles at me like he has been expecting to see me. Another person stands beside him. The hood is up and all I can see is her long red hair. The most painful sight of all though is against the wall; I can see a girl hanging by her wrists, which are badly bruised. Her hair is badly tangled and is everywhere; the curly brown hair barely covers her face. Hermione's face is covered with cuts and bruises. Her eyes are barely open.

"Do you like what I have created?" Voldemort says lowering his hood.

"What is this place?" I demand.

"This is Hermione's dream place. This is where Hermione has been coming for her latest dreams. I think it is time not to see what I have been doing with your poor and precious Hermione." Voldemort said.

"So Hermione is dreaming right now?" I asked.

"Correct, you catch on quick." Voldemort said.

"Harry." I hear a faint sigh from Hermione.

I look over and she that she has her head barely raised. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying.

"Hermione." I say. I rush over and kneel before her. I look into her battered eyes and hold her face in my hand.

Her eyes shot open. "Harry, are you actually in my dream?" Hermione asked.

"I'm here Hermione." I said. I kissed her forehead gently.

"Harry." Hermione said.

I stood up and turned to face Voldemort again.

"I want you to know something Potter. If you have not noticed, Hermione is her, is a mudblood and it disgusts me that you feel in love with such a creature. You're at least a half blooded wizard Potter, you should have some sense to date your own kind." Voldemort said.

"I love her." I yell back at him.

"So be it, but let me show you something." Voldemort said raising his wand. I back up as he points his wand to my arm.

"Nezimear." Voldemort says. Suddenly a small green spark launches out of his wand and hits my arm. It hurts and the pain stings and burns in my arm. I look down and see a small mark on my upper arm of an 'X'.

"Now go to your precious Hermione and think about what I had just done." Voldemort said.

It all happened quickly. I reached in my robes for a wand as Draco stepped forward with his. "Summenduim." He chanted. I fall back and awake in my bed.

I jump out of bed, grabbing my robe and making my way to the hospital ward.

Lavender POV

I walked hand in hand down the corridor with Ron. We had both been putting off to go and see Hermione in the hospital wing. We still remembered that day when Dumbledore told the rest of the school. He called everyone to stay after dinner the day after it happened.

Flashback!

"Students, as headmaster of this school, I feel I have to inform you of some terrible news. Our beloved school Queen, Hermione Granger, was sent to the hospital last night. Hermione has been having certain attacks from Voldemort over summer. I know it is scary to say but, these attacks don't seem to be face to face, Hermione is having these attacks in her dreams. I know I must sound crazy but according to her, she sees attacks upon herself and Harry Potter your school King. Recently, the spells casted on her have been hurting her. The Crucio curse especially. If this is happening to you or someone you know, do not let this go unheard. Please either contact myself or your head of house."

End Flashback!

I know Hermione had told both Ron and I that this was happening to her. Harry was practically in tears once he heard this. I can say that Harry was the first one out of that hall. Ron went to see him afterwards but Harry wouldn't let him in.

I could barely sleep that night. I mean I had wondered where Hermione was but she is my best friend. I couldn't imagine something this horrible happening to a person as sweet as Hermione.

"Nervous?" Ron said breaking the silence between us.

"Just a little. She is my best friend Ron." I answered.

Ron pushed the door to the hospital wing as cries echo throughout the halls.

"God why did have to happen while Madame Pomfrey is out?" Someone shouted. "Hermione please wake up."

I pulled Ron with me as I ran though the door. I expected Hermione to be jerking in her bed as I ran up to her. Instead she was covered in cuts and bruises. Bandages covered her head and her left arm.

"She's not breathing." The nurse said.

Suddenly, Hermione took in a deep breath and her chest rose up.

"Harry." She whispered.

Hermione was having another dream. I felt Ron's hands wrap around my waist as he pulled me close to him.

"NO!" Hermione's screamed echoed in the room.

Before I knew it, small tears left my eyes. I turned away from Hermione and started to cry into my boyfriends shoulder. Hermione screamed out again in pain and Ron held my head close to him.

Apparently, Hermione had woken up because Ron whispered in my ear. "It is ok hun, she is awake now. Just look at her."

I turned to look at Hermione, she eyes were open and see looked at her nurse then to us.

"Lavender?" she asked.

I pulled away from Ron and rushed to Hermione's side.

"Oh Hermione, I can barely stand to see you this way. Your too good of a person to be like this." I said.

"No, it is Harry. It was him, the actual Harry was in my dream." Hermione said sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

"Hermione, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"Voldemort got Harry to come into my dream. I felt his warm hand against my face. I swear to God it was him." Hermione said.

A moment after she said that Harry came racing into the room.

"Hermione!" Harry cried out.

Hermione jumped out of bed and raced into his arms.

Harry POV

I pulled Hermione as close to me as I could.

"Harry, was that really you?" Hermione asked me.

"Yes it was. Hermione I had no idea." I said to her.

"But, did it really get you?" Hermione asked.

Then it finally hit me. I pulled a little away from Hermione and rolled my left sleeve. And there, in my upper arm was the black 'X'.