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Chapter 2: 3rd of January 2004

"I'm not Harry, Mum." said William quickly as he removed his glasses.

The brunette blinked. "Mum?"

Suddenly, William realized that although the girl looked a lot like his mother, but she looked way too young to be Hermione Granger, unless she came back from the dead…

"S-sorry, I must be crazy… you look too much like my mother…" he muttered.

"Your mother?" asked the girl and then her eyes widened. "You don't mean Hermione Granger, do you?"

"Yes." said William slowly.

"Then you must be William Potter, right?"

"Yes. You know me?"

"I know everything about you and your parents. My mum told me a lot about your parents." said the girl and smiled nervously. "For a moment, you scared me. You looked exactly like your father with the glasses on…"

"So do you think they are innocent or guilty?" interrupted William immediately.

"Innocent, of course. They shouldn't die that way, a lot of people think so…" said the girl.

"A lot of people? Is their case that serious?" asked William curiously.

"Very serious." said the girl, nodding. "It's all over the newspaper…" Then she realized that she had said too much and she went quiet.

Awkwardly, William busied himself by trying to find a place to put away the glasses. Finally, he put it in his pocket.

"What's your name?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Mary." said the girl, smiling.

"Pleased to meet you." said William and he shook Mary's hand. "I will be moving here tomorrow, so I just come and check the house out."

"Then I will be your new neighbour then." replied Mary, smiling. "I'm living a few doors away."


William got home to The Burrow, with the diary and the glasses stuck in his pocket. He went in through the backdoor, where Ginny and Molly Weasley were cooking dinner. "I'm home."

Ginny and Molly looked up and smiled. "Hi William. Dinner will be ready soon."

William bit his lower lip. He really wanted to read Harry's diary… "Thanks, I will take it upstairs." he said finally.

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Why?"

"I got something important to do."

"Okay then…"

William went up to his bedroom and flopped onto his bed. Quickly, he took out the diary, flipped to the first page and read.


January 3rd 2004

Diary (it's not necessaryto call you 'Dear', right?),

Phew, I'm finally back from my Quidditch World Tour, it's exhausting! I need a good rest.

But before I go to bed, let me tell you who I bumped into just now. Ginny Weasley, my long-term girlfriend! And I thought I could go to The Burrow tomorrow and surprised her or something.

But too bad, she spotted me outside the Quidditch supplies shop. She screamed my name and the next thing I knew, she ran over and hugged me. And we kissed…


William's eyes widened. What's going on? Why didn't Ginny tell him that she and his father were lovers? Wait a minute, if she and his father were a couple, then when did his mother come into the picture?

William read on.


We released each other after a long while and she said she missed me. And of course I missed her too, we hadn't met for months.

Then she invited me back to The Burrow for dinner. I wished she didn't, because I was very tired. But I accepted her invitation anyway.

I went back to The Burrow with her and I saw everyone that I missed, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred and George, Bill and Fleur… and of course, my best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They haven't changed a bit.

"Any children yet?" I asked Ron and Hermione, grinning as I did. As you know, Diary, they are married for like 2 years.

Ron didn't say anything while Hermione blushed. "No."

I laughed and put my arm around Ron's shoulders. "Better work harder, mate."

Everyone at the table laughed except Ron and Hermione.

"What about you?" asked Ron defensively. "When are you going to marry my sister?"

"There's plenty of time." I said, shrugging.

"Don't wait until she's an old spinster." warned Ron.

"I won't." I said, slightly annoyed.

I have a feeling that Ron wants to marry his sister off to me as soon as possible. What does he think I will do? Dump her? I love Ginny and I will marry her. Just that I'm not ready yet. Maybe I will propose to her this year.

Lucky for me, Hermione didn't push me to get married.

"Harry, how's your trip?" she asked instead.

Good old Hermione, she understands me and knows exactly when not to push me.

"Tiring." I said, smiling.

Hermione smiled back. She had a beautiful smile. "Then you should go home and rest."

"I want to, but Ginny wants me to come over." I said helplessly.

"And you couldn't turn her down, huh?" asked Hermione. "What a good boyfriend." she teased.

I smiled embarrassingly and Ginny giggled.

"So tell me about your trips, are they fun?" asked Hermione. She was leaning towards me, her brown eyes shining with great interest.

I was about to open my mouth to speak when Ron, who was sitting at my other side, said, "Hermione, do you mind? Harry is having his dinner."

Hermione blushed slightly and leaned back. "Sorry."

"It's okay. My trips are excellent. There're lots to see." I said.

"Like what?" she asked.

I went on talking about my trips while Hermione listened, fascinated. Then Ginny said, "Harry, your dinner is getting cold."

I quickly took a few bites while Hermione said to Ron, "Aren't Harry's trips sound exciting? I wish I could go to those exotic places too."

"Huh? Sorry, I wasn't quite listening." said Ron with his mouth full.

Boy, Hermione sure looked annoyed at Ron's words. Of course, Ron could be a little insensitive sometimes, but Hermione managed to live with that, didn't she?

After dinner, it was time for me to go home so I greeted goodnight to the Weasleys before I went to the door with Ginny. She offered to escort me home, which was odd, I thought it was the guys who escorted girls home. I guessed she just wanted a bit of privacy with me.

Hermione rushed to me and said, "Good night, Harry. It's really nice to have you here. Come and visit us again soon. I really want to hear more about your trips."

I smiled. "Sure."

"I'm now working part-time at Flourish and Blotts, be sure to come and dropped by sometimes."

"Ah, the bookshop. That's not very surprising." I teased.

Hermione pouted. "Fine, so I love books. That's why I'm working there, happy?"

I grinned and bid goodbye to her before Ginny pulled me out of the door.


Ginny escorted me home and on the way, we held hands.

"I really glad that you are home, Harry." she said. "Now we can spend more time together."

I couldn't agree with her more.

When I finally arrived home, I kissed Ginny goodbye.

"Don't you want to invite me in?" she whispered in my ear as I kissed her.

"I'm tired, maybe next time." I said, smiling.

Ginny looked disappointed but she recovered quickly.

I'm glad that I could see everyone again. I wonder if Hermione is working tomorrow, maybe I will go and visit her and tell her about my trips before I forget about them. She seems to love them.

See ya,
Harry


William closed the diary with a snap. It sounded like his parents were not even married months before he was born. The worst thing was that his mother was married to Ron, Ginny's deceased brother. William had never asked Ginny when and how did he die.

William was confused. Then a thought came to him. What if Hermione wasn't his mother after all? What if Ginny was his mother instead? Judging by his father's entry, it looked like his father and Hermione were just good friends.

Everything was just so crazy…

Someone knocked on the door and William quickly put the diary under his pillow. Ginny came in and stared at the tray beside William's bed. "You haven't eaten your dinner!" she accused.

"I was occupied by something, sorry." said William weakly.

Ginny sighed and took the tray. "I will go and heat it up…"

"It's okay, I'm not very hungry anyway… by the way, Ginny?"

"Hmm?"

William wanted to ask Ginny about her relationship with his father but he afraid that he might offend her… "Never mind."

"Better pack the rest of your things. You are moving tomorrow, right?"

"Yup."

"Then start packing." said Ginny and left.

William looked around his room. There really were a lot of things to pack. Immediately, he got up from his bed. Looks like he would have to read the diary when he was free.