Chapter Three The Journal
Everyone went back to work. When Ron was done with her clothes, he moved all the furniture to one side of the wall and stripped her bed of all the linen. After that, Ginny packed up her toiletries and bathroom things. Soon the only thing left to pack up was her books. This is the part that everyone was avoiding. Hermione's life was books. The first one that they picked up was clothed in green and very slim. On the front, the title read..."Read Me When I'm Gone." All of a sudden they room was overpowered with the scent of Lavender and Chamomile, Hermione's favorite scent. It was as if she was right there with them. A strange wind flipped the book open to the dedication page.
"What just happened?" Ginny asked in a faint whisper.
"I think that Hermione left this here for us to find. Like she knew she was going to pass away soon and decided to leave us something special behind." Harry said.
"It felt like she was here. Like she was right behind me. I felt her. She was here." Ron sobbed.
Ginny looked at the page the book was turned to and read aloud what was written there.
"To my beloved friends, Harry and Ginny and to my beloved boyfriend, Ronald. I leave this book behind as my lasting memory. I want you to keep it. Don't worry; I have stashed three copies for you all somewhere in my room. We'll get to that later. If you are reading this, then that means that I have passed on and you are wondering what happened to me. Let me explain. From birth, I was destined to pass away at age 17. There was nothing that nobody could do to prevent it. This is the type of sickness that magic can't heal. I had a disease called... lymphobiaism (limb-phobia-ism). Basically, what it means is that when I was born, my organs weren't fully formed. The could stop working at any minute. But I wouldn't feel any pain from it. I got sick a lot and viruses affected me differently than the average human being. I went to the doctor's when I turned 17 and found out how much longer I had to live. I didn't tell anybody because the doctors' felt it would better if I kept it to myself. Live life as if I wasn't sick at all. I chose not to you guys because I knew how y'all would react. I'm sorry; forgive me for keeping something like this from y'all. But I did what I thought would be best. Now that I am gone, I'll discuss my entire 7th year at Hogwarts with you.
"Well now at least we kno why Herms passed on. She had lymphobiaism. But I didn't even kno she was sick. She handled it so well." Ginny said
"She didn't want us to worry about her. She wanted to prove that she was as strong as the rest of us. Just like Herms. She always did put others in front of herself." Ron thought.
On the next couple of pages, were instruction on how to find the rest of the journal collection. Hermione hid the journals in some of the most odd places. But she was smart about it as well. Once they had collected all the books, they had a total of 10 books. Once they arranged them in chronological order, the trio sat down in the middle of the floor and picked up "Read Me When I'm Gone."
"Now that you have collected all 10 volumes of my life and arranged them in order, you are ready to understand the real me. How I fell in love with a friend of my but really loved someone else. How I lived everyday with this disease without anyone knowing and where I am at now. Open Book One and be ready to be hit with the truth."