AN: note the years after the dates, otherwise it may be confusing.

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The writing stopped. Hermione smiled. She was getting married to the man of her dreams and more. She wasn't going to let something like going back in time to stop them from being together. She set off, Journal in hand, to go look for Harry. They had a lot to talk about, weather or not it was Journal related or not.

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"You still trust me?" their conversation ended.

"Of course; forever and for always more."

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August 6th, 1996

After that lovely show with Ron, I went to bed. And when I woke up, guess who was there, waiting to talk? None other than that shrink Dumbledor got to talk to me.

Who does Dumbledor think he is? Getting another old coot to talk to me?

August 7th, 1996

Son of a bastard had no reason to start reading my journal yesterday. Thank Merlin I woke up when I did.

How far did you get, I asked.

Albus Dumbledor isn't as bad of a man as you make him out to be, he said.

He's as bad and worse, if I want him to be, I said. Now, hand over my journal.

What do you say, he asked.

I was shocked. What do I say? What do you mean? It's my journal; I don't have any need to say 'please' to make you give me back my journal.

Now, he said, no need to be rude.

You're the one being rude, reading my journal. Hand. It. Over. I said, and made the journal hotter to hold each word I said.

Ouch! He said, and dropped it. Sneering, he said, so, we have a moody elemental on our hands, do we?

Elemental? More like a pissed of teenager. No get the hell out of here before I make you.

Is that a treat, he asked, amused.

No, it's a warning. I don't need a wand to physically get you out of the hospital wing, moron. And I don't need physical strength, either. Get out! I said, angry.

What do you say, he chided.

I don't have to say anything.

What do you- hey! What the bloody hell are you doing to me?

Making you get out, I said, pushing him faster, still lying in my bed.

Mr. Potter! shouted Poppy. He is a visitor!

He is violating my rights as a human being! I shouted and shoved him out of the hospital wing with a final shove, sending him flying into the adjacent wall and slamming and locking the doors.

I need to tell Dumbledor about this, young man, she said.

Tell Dumbledor? Bull. You want me here, don't you?

What do you mean?

You tell Dumbledor-

A threat! She said, I'm telling Dumbledor this too!

-and I go 'poof'! I said and aperated out, hearing her voice echoing.

Very funny, Mr. Potter! No one can aperate inside Hogwarts grounds and even if they could, you're too young! Now show yourself, you little trouble maker!

August 8th, 1996

Pure bliss. No more Hogwarts, no more worrying. I think I'll take a little nap now.

August 13th, 1998

A day before the wedding in which I'm getting married to the most wonderful woman of all times. I can't wait, but I am so bloody nervous! A honeymoon to the south of France for four nights followed by five nights in Cancun, Mexico. Corny as they sound, we both agreed on them.