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Lily Crane
Chapter 3: Humiliation
Journal
12 of September
Draco Malfoy
I don't want to write this bloody thing but I must. I have been wondering what sort of things other people write about. I bet that filthy little Mudblood Granger is writing about how much she loves school. Potter probably writes about how he's such a hero. Weasley is most likely writing about how much he wishes he were like Potter. They're all pathetic. Father is still in Azkaban. People look at me differently now. Pansy is my steady girlfriend and Crabbe and Goyle are jealous. They want me to spend all my time torturing first and second years. What a waste of time. I mean, since I am going to be a Death Eater soon anyway it really doesn't matter.
I am so mad at Snape. He keeps telling me to give up the idea of becoming a Death Eater. I want nothing more in the world than to serve the Dark Lord. My father did, but he was foolish enough to get caught. I won't be. My ambitions get in the way of my schoolwork though. I am supposed to be studying for whatever career I want to have. Do you seriously think, even for a second, that Hogwarts would offer a course in how to be evil? I wish. I can just picture the old fool's face if someone suggested it. Oh, that's funny.
But I don't know what people would say if they knew why I want to be a Death Eater. The real reason. Not some shit about wanting to serve the Dark Lord. I just say that so I'll have a reason. Nope that's not true. In fact, I want to stop Voldemort. No, the real reason behind my actions is that if I say I want to be a Death Eater in front of Granger (I didn't mean what I said about her being a Mudblood! Honest!) then she might try to save me from becoming corrupted. As if she even acknowledges my existence. She's too busy drooling over Potter with the rest of those morons. I mean, so what if he's faced Voldemort 50 times, I'm still alive! Granger deserves someone who isn't that arrogant. I know what you're thinking. Draco Malfoy, not arrogant? It's true. Well, I must go now. Bye for now. Draco
Journal
September 13th
Harry Potter
Hello again journal. It is me, Harry. I guess life has been ok. Thankfully Professor McGonnagal decided not to read everyone's journals. I think I would go insane if she did. I don't want anyone to know these things that I have written and will write. Especially the thoughts I have about Hermione. If anyone knew that I like her, she would be cursed by half of Hogwarts. I don't know when I started to like her as more than a friend but the only person other than me that knows is Ron. And if he told her, she would say something, wouldn't she? I mean, its not every day that you find out that your soul mate is your best friend. At least, I think she's my soul mate. What do you think journal? Listen to me, the "Chosen One", talking to a book. What would my parents say? I don't know what they would say because I never met them. But of course, even you know that journal. Everyone does. Even inanimate objects like you. All I know is that I can never tell her how I feel because then if she rejected me I would be so ashamed. Youknow how after someone is slapped they have a big red mark on them wherever they were slapped? I would be walking around like that 24/7. Seriously. But all I know is that I wish Sirius was here so I could ask him for advice. Wait my brain just kick-started. I know who can help me contact Sirius. Of course! Hermione has to know something. Hold on, I will go ask her.
A SHORT WHILE LATER
Ok I'm back. I went to find Hermione and I had to look forever. She was talking to Neville out by the lake. I asked if Neville minded letting me interrupt their conversation. He said he didn't so I asked Hermione to walk with me so that it would be harder for us to be over heard. She said that the last thing she wanted to happen was just that. I asked her if she knew of any way to contact him. She said that she had been looking but nothing had come up yet. She blushed deeply when I told her that she was the best female friend a guy could have. Well, she and Ron are my best friends and if I said I liked one more than the other, I would be lying. I just like them in different ways. She said something but I couldn't hear her over the yells of some third years playing some sort of game. I didn't look to see what. I wished with all my might that they would shut their mouths so I could hear her. Once we were away from them, I asked her what she said. She blushed again, even deeper this time and said, "nothing". It was the kind of nothing that means something. But no matter how hard I tried, she wouldn't tell. Oh well, I think I will ask Ron what he thinks. That's all for now.
Harry
Journal
September 13th
Hermione Granger
Oh my God! I told him but he didn't hear me…. I think I died right then! I didn't mean to say it, even though I meant it. Today Harry and I had a talk about Sirius and we were walking by some third years and I just blurted it out. Neville noticed Harry walking towards us when he wanted to talk to me and told me to go for it. I told my self I would when the time was right but I'm glad he didn't hear me. It was not a good time. I blushed so deeply I thought that I would explode. But I was so nervous after that. Damn you Neville Longbottom for telling me to go for it! I just embarrassed myself in front of the love of my life! And for what? To have him say that he hadn't heard me? That was hardly what I had imagined happening. I had imagined him admitting that he loved me too and we would hop on Witherwings and ride into the sunset. Except that the sun was still high in the sky. And the fact that he didn't hear me. That's the worst part. I told Neville what happened and he said that he would fix it. I hope so. I am going into hiding until then. Jennifer, a transfer student, told me that in America they have a witness protection program. I think I will ask Dumbledore if wizards have one. Hold on, I will ask Harry where Dumbledore is.
Several long moments later
Sorry it took so long. Had to ask Harry for the password to Dumbledore's office. He wanted to know why. I told him that I would hex him if he didn't tell me. That seemed to work. I ran all the way to Dumbledore's office. I will copy the conversation I had with Dumbledore onto your smooth pages, journal.
Me: Professor Dumbledore?
Dumbledore: Come in Miss Granger
Me: Professor was just wondering if wizards have a witness protection program?
Dumbledore: Why yes, we do. But what crime did you witness?
Me: well, it wasn't really something I witnessed as much something I said to someone.
Dumbledore: Am I right in assuming that this person is male?
Me: Yes sir.
Dumbledore: Would he happen to have a scar on his forehead?
Me: Possibly.
Dumbledore: Would it happen to involve personal feelings towards said person?
Me: Maybe… Could be…
Dumbledore: How do you know that this person does not have the same sort of feeling towards you?
Me: well, sir, I think if Har--- I mean, he liked me he would have done something about it by now.
Dumbledore: Why haven't you told him how you feel? He must be nervous.
Me: HIM? NERVOUS? Yeah, right. Good one Professor.
Dumbledore: Do you think that because this person might have accomplished fighting a certain Dark Wizard that he can't ever be nervous? Especially when around a girl he fancies?
Me: No, not at all Professor. Why would I think that?
Dumbledore: Just making sure. Well, what happened to make you want to hide from him?
Me: Must I really tell you?
Dumbledore: I am afraid so. I might be able to assist you.
Me: Ok, if I must. I was down by the lake talking to Neville and he came to talk to me. We started to walk around the lake. He asked me something about Sirius and I sort of just blurted out my feelings. But, thankfully, a group of third years was right beside us making lots of noise. So he didn't hear me. What can I do?
Dumbledore: Well, for now, just go on as though nothing has happened. I will come up with a plan soon.
Me: Thank you, Professor.
Then I hugged him and ran back here to write everything down. Well, that entry was rather long. I have to go down to diner now.
Hugs and Kisses,
Hermione