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A/N: this is my first Harry Potter fic. So please be nice.
Chapter 1: A discovery.
Hermione sat in the middle of her bedroom floor, piles of boxes surrounding her. She had just moved into her new flat and was currently unpacking her belonging. She pulled a box labelled 'books' towards her and started putting them up on her book self that was above her desk. She picked up a pile of them and started to head over to the desk when a small, slightly battered black diary fell out and onto the floor. She put her books down and picked it up, turning it over in her hands. It was not one of her diaries that was for sure. All of Hermione's diaries had locks and had patterns of butterflies and flowers across them. She threw it onto her bed thinking that it was one of Ginny's. After all, she had lived with Ginny for about a year and a bit until she had enough money to buy her own place. Hermione threw the diary on her bed and continued to unpack her things.
By the evening of the next day, Hermione had managed to put almost all her things away in their rightful places. All she had left was a box marked 'trinkets' in the middle of the floor. She opened the box and inside were all her trinkets she had collected from a young age. As she pulled out a china doll, she remembered the day her mother had given it to her. It had been her ninth birthday, and her mother had given her the doll telling her that it looked just like her. Hermione slowly unpacked the box, smiling at all the memories each item held. She was finally finished all that was left was two photo frames. She pulled the first one out. It was a picture taken of Ron, Harry and herself at the end of their fifth year. She looked at the frame. It was silver and across the top it had written 'Best Friends Forever' in loopy writing. She smiled at the picture and set it down on her desk. She pulled out the last item in the box. It was a framed photo of both her and Harry at Christmas some year and a half ago. Hermione sunk on the bed, still holding the photo in her hand. she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, as she blinked them away. In the photo both Harry and Hermione looked so happy. It was two weeks after the photo had been taken when the last battle had taken place. Hermione sighed as she remembered the last battle, how Voldemort had made a crucial error and Harry had sent the killing curse his way, how Voldemort had been unable to stop it and had exploded in a million pieces. She remembered how Harry had smiled at her and how she felt as tho, she could take on the world, and how she turned around to stun a death eater and when she turned around again Harry was gone. Some had said that he had died that night, some said he had fled for some unknown reason. Hermione had no idea what had happened on that night. She put the photo up on her bedside table and lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She had completely forgotten about the diary, until she felt it digging into her back. She picked it up and put it on her bedside table, thinking she would give it to Ginny when she saw her the next day. She lay back down on the bed, with a book in her hand; she opened it up and started to read.
She was about halfway through the first chapter when she decided to go and get a drink. She headed down to her kitchen and poured her self a glass of cold water. When she reached her room, she looked at the diary, and picked it up and opened it to the first page, just to make sure it was Ginny's diary. She stared at the writing that meet her eyes. There neatly written was three words she never expected to see:
This book belongs to Harry James Potter.
Hermione shut the book with a snap, and placed it back up by her bedside table, knowing that she could never read Harry's diary. After all, it was personal. How on earth did his diary end up amongst my things? Hermione wondered to herself. She looked up at her clock which read 11:00pm she sigh and switched off her lamp before rolling over. She was meeting up with Ginny for lunch tomorrow and she did not want to be tired. Slowly she drifted off into sleep.
The next morning Hermione woke up rather early and looked at her clock, which read 6:00am. She sighed and sat up knowing that now she was awake she would never be able to get back to sleep. The first thing her eyes landed on was Harry's diary. It sat there screaming out to be read. Hermione reached over and picked it up, still not daring to open it, after all it was Harry's diary. However, the reasonable side of her told her told her that Harry had not been around for the past year and a half, that for all she knew he could be dead. Moreover, that he would never know that she had read it. Slowly as tho she was in some kind of trance she flipped it open to the first entry. She looked over at her clock once again which now read 6:07am. Knowing that she had plenty of time to get read later she started to read the first entry which read:
The first of June 2002…
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