Chapter 1, The Begaining

Dear Ronald,

I hope this finds you well. My summer has been, well, boring. My little sister is so annoying, she never shuts up. I really hope she's not a witch, that would drive me crazy. Yesterday, I caught her searching my bedroom. When I asked her what was missing, she said, "nothing is missing. I just want to find more of the letters that Krum writes you." At least she's honest.

How's your summer? You and Ginny having fun at head quarters? How's Harry? Have you heard from him? I haven't. He's probably really upset about Sirius, and who can blame him?

Anyways, I'm writing to you to invite you, and Ginny, to my house before we go back to Hogwarts. I've already sent a letter to Harry and Neville about it, I hope you can come.

Love

Hermione Granger

"Are you writing to your boyfriend?" Hermione's little sister Emmie asked. "Is that why you put 'love' at the end of the letter? I bet you really like him."

"Shove off Emmie, I always put 'love' at the end of my letters."

"Ssuuuuuuuurrrrrrreeee you do. You never write 'love' in any letters to me."

"Gee, I wonder why." Hermione wispered under her breath.

"Who's Harry and Neville? Oooooo are you cheating on Ron with them?" She asked.

"I'm not going out with Ron--" yet she thought. "–and Harry and Neville are my best friends. Any other questions?"

"Who's Ginny? Are you gay?"

"Ginny is my friend, and my best friends little sister, and she's actually cool."

"Really? That's amazing. It must be convenient, having an excuse to see your lover."

"SHE IS NOT MY LOVER!"

"How come you dot all your I's with hearts?"

"MOM!" Hermione yelled. "Emmie's in my room and she's reading my mail!"

"Emmie stop reading your sisters mail, and come help me fold the laundry!" Mrs. Ganger called.

"Thanks a lot, Her-mon-ninny." Emmie left Hermione's room.

Hermione folded up the letter, and tied it to Pigs foot. The little owl was a little less hyper-active, and just bounced up and down on her bed for an hour, before setting off to Grimauld Place. Hermione then locked her door, and went to write in her diary, her only sanctuary from her sister.

Dear Diary,

I wrote to Neville, Ron, Ginny, and Harry today. I sure hope that they can come this summer. I also hope that Emmie gets sent to boarding school, were she has to stay over the summer holidays. That would be great.

I hope Ron likes me. I know it's stupid, being so in love with him. He's so perfect, almost fictional. I love the way his hair is always in a state. It's so red. And those freckles. They're so cute. I wonder if he's taller then when I last saw him. He seems to grow so fast. Maybe, someday, Ronald Bilius Wesley will be mine. Maybe someday he'll tell me he loves me. Maybe someday, I'll come to my senses, and realize that Ron isn't for me. Maybe I'll fall in love with Krum. What if Ron saw Krum and I kissing in our forth year? I hope he doesn't think I kissed him; he so kissed me first. But what if that's why he hasn't said that he likes me. I know he does; he just has to.

I'm writing non-sense. I'm a Grancher, I haven't got time for boys. I've got to study, and do my best so I can make a good living when I'm older. So my life will be perfect. Perfect. How will it be perfect without my Ron? I don't know.

Hermione closed her diary, and locked it with a key she wore on a chain around her neck. Then, she placed her diary under the top mattress of her bunk bed. Hermione's room was a large, rectangle room, with all the regular amenities of a normal, teenage girl. She had a desk in a corner, which held her computer. Hermione seldom used her computer; except for research, or course. She had a closet, in which were hung her school robes, and other various wizard paraphnelia. She had a dresser, which held her everyday clothes; tees and jeans. Her bunk bed was in the center of the room. She had a TV and a couch, who knows why. There was a book shelf with her favorite titles; Teen Witch, Witch Child, The Burning Time, So you want to be a Wizard?, The Mediator, 1-800-WHERE -R-U, and The Lord of the Rings. A large wooden chest held parchment, quills, her wand, her cauldron, her spell books, all the wizarding essentials. Hermione enchanted this chest before she left Hogwarts, so that no one could open it without a spell; no Emmie. She'd ask Ginny to unlock it when she got in a safe place.

Hermionenever used half the things in her room. She went to Hogwarts first year, and came back with a new room, freshly painted with lavender. Emmie had been born that year, so their parents decided to move Hermione into the huge guest room, so that Emmie could take her old, super-small room. Emmie never approved of this; her logic was that she has more toys, so therefor, need more room. So, she seemed to take her birth out on her sister, by always playing in her room. Whenever Hermione came back from Hogwarts, she would find her room carpeted with toys.

Hermione sighed, thinking about her miserable life at home, when she heard a tap at her window. Hedwig. She rushed over to her window, and opened it, allowing Harry's owl in. She undid the letter, unfolded it, and read it.

Dear Hermione,

I'm sorry if I've worried you about not writing you back. I met someone; Rain Evenstar. She's an elf. We've been hanging-out a lot. Yes, I would love to stay at your house this summer, Ron agreed to pick me up on the way. Only... I'm not sure if I should ask this, but oh well. See, I was wondering if she can come with me, Rain, that is. Would you and your parents mind?

Love

Harry J. Potter

"Is that your boyfriend Hermy? Looks like he's cheating on you with some elf. There's no such things as elves you know? I've ran so many searches on them on my computer, and there's scientific evidence they don' exsist." Emmie entered the room.

"He is not my boyfriend, and she is an elf." Hermione said, praying for patience. "Go away."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Make me."

"Let's see, I can either tell mom, or I can grab your hair and drag you out. Which do you prefer?"

"Neither."

"Choose."

"No."

"MOM!"

"EMMIE, STOP BUGGING YOUR SISTER, OR GO TO YOUR ROOM!"

She left, sticking out tongue out at her sister. Hermione sighed again, and fallowed her sister out to see her mom.

"Mom?" Hermione asked, sitting down in a lounge chair, by her moms.

"What is it, Sweetpea?" Mrs. Grancher sat, folding laundry

"Is it alright if Harry brings a friend?"

"I don't know hon, do you know him?"

"Yes, she's very nice," Hermione lied. Her parents were so strict. Nice, but strick. "I think you'll like her."

"Oh, very well. What's another person, right?"

"Right." Hermione grinned. "I'll send him a letter right now." She said, getting out of the chair.

"Wait, hon, I need to talk to you about your sister. You can't keep fighting like this, you only see her once a year."

"She should be the one making more effort, she never gives me any privacy. Can't you just put a lock on my room?"

"No."

"Can't we make some kind of deal. Like if she doesn't clean my room before I come back, she can't go in there next year?"

"That might work."

"And if she's reading my any of my private stuff, I can get a lock." She said, hopefully.

"Don't be silly, Emmie's six, she reads at a first grade level. She wouldn't be able to read any of your stuff."

"Mom," Hermione groaned. "Emmie's like me, a super genius, she reads at a sixth grade level. She learned on the internet."

"Sweetpea, I won't here of it. She can't read."

"Mom, she's a little demon. Just please, keep her busy when my friends get here. She'll embarrass me so much."

"Honey, you know I have a job. I'm sorry Sweetpea, you'll have to baby-sit her when your father and I aren't here."

"Can I lock her in her room? Please."

"Oh Honey, she can't be that bad."