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Chapter 4In Which Hermione Reads The Past
Or
Stop Talking to Inanimate Objects
Hermione finished putting her things away and bid the other two goodnight before shutting the curtains on her four-poster bed. To her surprise she found a blood red bound book. It was her diary that she had started the first day of Hogwarts, of course their where long gaps of time she had not written in due to her loads for homework. She had lost it sometime at the end of last year and apparently one of the house elves had found it. She smiled and opening the book and began to read her own neat curvy artistic writing…
Hermione looked at her first entry, it was from her first day of Hogwarts.
Dear diary,
Today was my first day at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. The school its self is amazing, a huge castle on a lake, so big, I don't think I will ever find my classes. In the great hall, the ceiling mimics the sky outside it is so well… magical. There is this forest next to the school, but we aren't supposed to go in it. There is no electricity, which is definitely going to take some getting use to; all the light comes from candle. Some of the candles even float!
I got into Gryffindor, which makes me really happy, although Ravenclaw wouldn't have been too bad. Most of the Gryffindors seem ok, except this prat Ron. He tried to do magic on the train. It was pretty pathetic. I think, he thinks, I am a know it all. Furthermore he has a rat, of all things for a pet. It's unsanitary. He is friends with Harry Potter, he doesn't seem to bad. Then this is this boy Neville who keeps forgetting things; he lost his toad on the train. I don't see how he ever got into Gryffindor because he seems so timid. There are two girls that always gossip in my room. I don't know how I will ever live, but hopeful I will make friends soon.
I met the head of our house, McGonagall, she teaches transfiguration. I also met Dumbledore. He is a bit strange, but according to what I have read he is suppose to be amazing. I can't wait for the rest of the classes to start. I am so afraid I will be behind though, not having lived in the magic world before. Oh my, it is getting late. I guess I will talk later because I don't want to be tired for my first class. What kind of an impression would that give teaches? Not a good one at any rate.
Hermione
Hermione smiled she remembered that day as if it where yesterday. She really had hated Ron back then, hadn't she? Hermione skipped ahead a few pages; she had written a lot about teaches, classes, and her best mates. Large time gaps where left where she was pretty sure she had not had time to write. She stopped in a page from the end of second year.
Dear diary,
Did you miss me? I sure missed you and everyone for that matter. The basilisk attacked me. I am lucky to have lived and I should really thank that mirror. O gosh! I must be really happy cause I am talking about inanimate objects… I am so happy Ron, Harry and Ginny are all right. I am so glad that Harry found my note, or what would have happened? But anyways now thinking back on the experience of being petrified, I don't remember much, I could kind of feel time go by and I think once, I thought I heard Ron say something soothing, but the rest was like being almost asleep and not being able to think anything. The final banquette was amazing, everyone was in his or her pajamas, which was a bit strange but was just so happy that Riddle was gone, so I didn't really care. I don't think I could have bared having Ron die, or Harry. Oh bother, I would get failing marks if this where a school paper; it is so unorganized. Erg! I guess I better just stop now. It is really hard to write when I am so happy. I better go find Harry and Ron and make them study so they will never pass, not to mention, I need to study too because I have definitely lost a lot of time in the hospital wing. Oh dear, I hope I have enough time to learn everything I missed.
Hermione
Hermione smiled and cringed at the same time, she really must have been happy to have made this writing one long paragraph. She looked over at her clock and noticed the time it was getting pretty late. She decided to read one more random page before adding an entry and going to sleep. She closed her eyes and flipped through the pages then opened on a page, that saw partway through 4th year.
Dear Diary,
Ron really is a horrible prat. I always knew he was dull, but to not think I was a girl. That was an all-time low. Does Ron really think that I couldn't get a date to the ball? Well I guess I showed him, that git, two ppl asked me before he asked me. I can't believe I even considered him a friend! All he does is pity himself. He can't even get a date to a Ball, well maybe he can, but he just always wants to date the pretty girls. I just can't see it. Like the veela, whatever, her name is. He is really vain. Always worried about whether he would look like an idiot going to the ball without a partner.
Why am I even crying because of him? Oh something in the back of my mind says, duh because you were best mates for the last three years and yet when it comes to thinking of girls, you aren't even mentioned. Not that I would ever want my best mate to fancy me, especially if he is a prat like Ron! But does every boy think like him, "oh, there is Hermione, she does not have straight blond hair or wear make-up so she is not worth my time." Can't they ever look on the inside? No one should care if I can't get a brush through my hair. From now on I might as well not even try to look remotely like a girl and if some fancies me, then I will know its because it is the really me. Oh bother, like that will ever happen. Everyone always thinks that I am such a stuck up know it all. Why can't they see that I am just a hard worker?
Gosh, I am just blotching up this page. I would be surprised if anyone could ever read it now, not that it really maters, all they need to know is Ron is such a bloody prat. Oh bother, Parvadi and Lavender just came up. I better pretend I am asleep. I don't think I will ever talk to Ron again, whether to talk to Harry or not is still undecided. Err that scything git!
Hermione
Hermione was a bit surprised that it had flipped to this particular pager. Ever since she had written this page she had decided not to spend excessive time on looks, unless it was a special occasion. Hermione was very glad that Hogwarts had not had a ball or dance since the Yule Ball because she definitely didn't like getting in rows with her best mates over who she would go to it with. Hermione turned to a clean sheet of paper and pulled a bottle of ink and quill towards her and began writing:
Dear Diary,
Lucky thing you came back to me. I would hate for someone to find you. That would be bad. Well today's my first day of 7th year and I am head girl, like you may have guessed. Ron somehow was made a prefect again, reasons still unknown. Dumbledore is making all the prefects do special projects. I can't wait to see what mine is. It will be such a learning experience. Ginny is a prefect again. Poor Harry isn't one, but he is Quidditch captain, which I am, sure, makes him very happy.
Ginny is being a whole lot less sensible than usual. She thinks that Ron fancies me, which would never happen, cause he is my best mate and he keeps forgetting that I am in fact female, quite sad actually because all physical signs point to the fact that I am female. There are two new additions to the staff and one is Krum. What will I do? I am no good with these social things. I don't mind Krum, but I don't think I fancy him anymore. He was kind of nice in 4th year and he is always so sweet in his letters but our relationship never seemed like love. And I still like him as a person, so what should I do? Maybe I will chat with Ginny on it, then again maybe not.
The summer was definitely great; Harry finally moved away from that retched family, so he spent most of the summer with Ron and they invited me, but I was at my charms class, which was so enjoyable. Everyone else in the class was at least in their mid 20's except me, but I managed to keep up.
Every night I ended up getting tons of mail. Ron must have written every day, and Harry nearly as much, after he got to Ron's house. Every half week or so I got a letter from Krum. Ginny and I wrote a lot too. She begged me to visit because Ron was going all big brother on her since he was now the oldest of the brothers in the house. She had even told me about Ron trying to make her wear a baggy turtleneck in the middle of July because he said her t-shirt was "to reviling." I got a few other letters from people at Hogwarts like Luna, Neville and Hagrid. I felt so sorry for the poor birds, and my mom got so mad at me because she said that my room looked more like an owl petting zoo, rather than a bedroom.
Wow time has really run away from me? It is extremely late. I better go to sleep. I am still curious how exactly did you get here? There I go again, talking about inanities objects, no offence.
Hermione
Hermione put her writing material away and stuffed the diary under her pillow and fell asleep. All night she dreamed good dreams about a certain red hair, blue eyed, mate of hers but in the morning when she awoke she had forgotten entirely about them.
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Ron, who had gone to bed as soon as he returned from the prefect meeting, went straight to sleep. Ron had dreamt about his brown haired best mate and himself being more than just mates, but was oblivious to it when the sun rose.
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