Author's Note: Erm, I'm sorry? I've been busy, really busy. Between school, work, and family, I just haven't had much time. Sylvia and I worked on this chapter for a whole weekend until we were both satisfied. I'm sorry if it seems short, but the next one will be a little longer for you all.

I have messed up. I have broken a wizarding law. Not just any law, but the whole secrecy law. I am waiting for Ministry officials to come storming in and break my wand.

Well, four hours have passed and nothing has happened. I made it through lessons with Sky (history is funny from a Muggle perspective) and am now waiting for Paul who seems to be running late. Not that I care or anything. He did say we'd play chess, which I would like to do.

That was unexpected. Paul was thrilled to see me writing in here. He mentioned something about expressing my feelings in writing. Right. Well, I don't have to talk in group therapy if I'm writing, so I plan to take advantage of this…not that I don't like the other guys, because I do. I just can't imagine telling them that my presence here has endangered their lives. That wouldn't go over well at all. If I am going to stretch this out for a whole hour, I'm going to have to do more than just ramble.

Name: Harry James Potter aka The Boy Who Lived, top of Voldemort's hit list

Age: 15 – I would be happy to see adulthood.

Parents: James and Lily Potter – deceased at the hands of Voldemort…protecting me

Friends: Hermione Granger – 16 Always right

Ron Weasley – 15 Chudley Cannons Maniac

Neville Longbottom – 15 Herbology Master

Ginny Weasley – 14 As intimidating as her mother

Luna Lovegood – 14? Words of Wisdom

Remus Lupin – Moony

Not Friends: Voldemort – Half-blood charlatan

Malfoy – Muggleborns hit him.

Snape - Greasy Git Number One

Family: Uncle Vernon – likes to shout

Aunt Petunia – misguided philanthropist

Dudley – rotund cousin

Teachers: Hagrid – beware of rock cakes…and Fluffy

McGonagall – meow! Brilliant transfiguration teacher

Snape – Greasy git. Saved my life a few times. Still don't like him.

Binns – zzzzzzzzzzz Never been awake long enough to form an opinion

Trelawny –" I see! I see!" - justified thrashings

Frienze – stars, planets, cool. Saved my life once.

Flitwick – "Squeak!" and then Boom! Nice fellow.

Dumbledore – "Lemon Drop?" meddling old coot

Attempts on my Life: first year of life, first year of school, second year of school, fourth year of school, fifth year of school. Egads! How am I still alive? Oh yeah. Others die when I should have died. Sirius. Cedric. Mum. Dad.

My Ambition: If I should manage to make it to adulthood, I would like to be an Auror.

Why I Feel I Won't Live: Trelawney made a stupid prophecy. Enough said. Now I'm the only one who can kill the stupid Dark Lord.

Why My Life Sucks: I'm famous. My relatives hate me. I don't belong anywhere. People have died because of me. Dumbledore manipulates my life and keeps things from me. Snape doesn't see the real me and this time I've proved him right. I can be so stupid. I led my friends into danger. Sirius died because of me. My friends could have died. I'm jealous of Ron, he's jealous of me, and I don't know how to stop it. Voldemort's attacking my mind. I can't sleep. I'm getting weaker. I want to give up but I can't because I'm the bloody Boy Who Can't Die.

Half an hour left! What else can I write about?

I don't really belong in either world, you know? Great, I really do belong here at St. Jude's. I'm addressing inanimate objects. At least it doesn't talk back.

Told Paul about Voldemort last night. He asked a lot of questions this morning, but once we started playing chess, he slowed down. He seemed to really like descriptions of Hogwarts. Asked a lot of questions about the building itself. Staircases must fascinate him, and the Great Hall made him gaze at his ceiling with a mournful look. I don't think he really believes me.

Voldemort's getting better at the dream thing. I'm actually looking forward to that bed. Wonder if Paul will give me sleeping pills if I ask? Don't think I could say no tonight. I'm just so tired. Maybe, if I apologized to Snape, he'd be wiling to teach me again. No, he hates me. If he delivered me to Voldemort, I wouldn't blame him.

"Evan!" Harry looked up, surprised to see that group was over. Where had everyone gone? "You have a visitor." Harry didn't feel any pain in his scar. Better to check.

"What do they look like?" Harry asked as he packed up his journal and pen. Jack grinned.

"Very pretty young lady. Brown eyes, brown hair, answers to the name of Hermione." Harry smiled a bit. Well, if it was an assassin of Voldemort's, he picked the right disguise. "Girlfriend?" Jack asked, leading Harry downstairs to the visitation room.

"No. She's just a friend. But a good one." Jack gave Harry a look that told Harry that Jack knew better than that. Harry let it drop. He found that once Jack had an idea in his head, it would take a rather large amount of evidence to the contrary before Jack accepted the truth about a situation.

"You guys have a nice visit. She can stay until dinner time." Harry thanked Jack and went into the room, pulling his wand as the door closed behind him."

"Tell me something that only you would know." He told her, pointing his wand at her head. Hermione smiled and stood up.

"When you first wrote to me, you said that your aunt had gone insane and that you wanted me to contact anyone from the old crowd, except for Snape, because you weren't that desperate. I wrote back to you and said that I would not, because I feel that you need this, at least for now." Hermione tilted her head to the side. "So, is it the real me?" She asked, giving Harry a small smile. Harry put his wand back up his sleeve. No assassins for now. Hermione came over and hugged him, not giving him time to step away or move. "It's okay, Harry." Harry wasn't sure why, but those words made him feel like something was breaking. He wrapped is arms around Hermione and took a deep breath, wondering why he wanted to cry. Nothing had happened. He put his head down on her shoulder and sighed. This was nice. "I got your letter." She told him. He looked around. "Sorry, no old crowd. But, I did bring you a few things to make your stay here a little easier." She pulled Harry over to the couch and sat down. A bag was sitting on the cushions.

"You didn't have to do this." Harry said. Hermione shrugged and opened the bag.

"Consider it your birthday present, if you want. I will be leaving these things here and I'm sure you will some use out of them." Harry smiled. Hermione was always right. "Mostly Muggle things, really. Except for the books and some candy." She piled several books next to her and produced a white box. "Mum sent brownies. She mentioned something about you being too skinny." Harry groaned.

"Mrs. Weasley must be multiplying." He said, taking the brownie Hermione offered from her and biting into it. "Not that I'm complaining. This is good." Hermione nodded.

"Mum's brownies are best served warm with ice cream and chocolate fudge sauce, but I figured this was the best I could do. She wants you to eat all of them, by the way." Harry smiled and finished it. He could not see having any problems with that. Hermione handed him a Chocolate Frog box. "Let's work on that collection of yours." She opened hers and caught the frog. Harry opened his own and munched off the head before the frog had time to escape from its box. "Gruesome, Harry. Oh, another Dumbledore." She said, pulling the card free from the box.

"Don't even show it to me." Harry said. "Hmm, wizard who cast most Jelly Leg Jinxes." Harry told Hermione, showing her his card.

"Why are you mad at him, Harry?" Hermione asked as she opened the jelly beans and poured some into his hand.

"I'm not ready to talk about it yet." He nibbled one jelly bean and smiled. Strawberry.

"'Yet' implies you will talk about it, right?" Hermione asked, pulling a face at a spinach bean. "Yuck." She took another and smiled. "Vanilla."

"In time. Just not now. So, besides books and sugar, what else did you bring me?" Hermione dug into the bag and pulled out a small CD player.

"A CD player." Hermione said, showing it to Harry. Harry gave her a look. Oh, honestly, Harry! Just because I am a witch and attend the best school of magic, it doesn't mean that I am completely unused to Muggle technology." She pulled out some CDs and stacked them on the table. "These are some of my favorites. Don't worry, these are copies, so you can keep them. The Discman is an old one of mine, so you shouldn't feel like you're depriving me or anything."

Thanks, Hermione. This is nice." Harry remembered that Muggle technology was fairly expensive.

"So, what now?" Harry asked, placing the CD player down carefully on the couch. Hermione grinned.

"I brought you two more things." Hermione grinned.

"Slinky!" She pulled out a box and handed it to Harry. "These should be required in all hospital stays." She told him. Harry took the box and stared at it.

"A Slinky?" he asked.

"Yes, Harry. It's called a Slinky, and it's a toy. Something fun. Remember fun?" Harry tolled his eyes and took the Slinky out of the box. "Oh, honestly. You'll figure out what to do with it soon enough. It's good for boredom." Harry nodded and put it back in the box. Hermione forced another brownie into his hand and nibbled on one herself. "So, are you writing in your journal?" She asked.

"Yes, mother." Harry said. Hermione took one of the couch pillows and hit Harry on the head. She giggled when she saw his surprised look. "You realize that this means war?" He asked, grabbing his own pillow. Hermione took her pillow in a firmer grip and grinned.

"Paul! Come here!" Paul looked up from the file he was reading and out into the hall. "You've got to see this!" Jack called from the hallway. Paul raised an eyebrow and went down to Jack. "This is so cute!" Paul peeked into the window and saw Harry jumping on the furniture, dodging pillows thrown by his friend. Paul watched as Harry launched his own attack. It was good to see Harry relax a little.

"Leave him to it, Jack. He needs to let off some steam." Jack nodded and turned back to the window. Paul walked away, needing to continue his paperwork.

"Surrender to my wrath!" Hermione tossed a pillow at Harry's head.

"Never!" Harry fell off the couch and rolled away from Hermione, climbing to his feet and pulling another pillow from the couch. "The Boy Who Lived never surrenders!" Hermione launched another pillow and ducked as Harry's pillow came near her face.

"The insufferable know – it- all says you will!" Harry threw another pillow and grinned back at her.

"Gryffindor's Golden Boy will never leave the Light Side." Hermione collapsed on the ground, laughing too hard to continue. "Ah, I have vanquished the enemy." Harry sat down next to her. "So, what did you find so funny?" He asked as she took a deep breath.

"That Light Side comment." She said, sitting up. "It made a movie pop into my head." Harry gestured for her to continue. "Star Wars. That movie is all about the light and the dark side." Harry's blank face told her he hadn't seen it. "Look it up while you're here. It kind of applies to you, Skywalker." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Guess that's my nickname now?" He asked as he helped Hermione fix the damage the two had inflicted during their sugar-high.

"When you figure out who he is, I think you'll be flattered. Ask your therapist. He might know." Hermione started packing everything into the bag. "I'll bring more junk food next time I come." Harry looked up at her.

"Next time?" Hermione smiled.

"You're in the Muggle world now. I can visit whenever I want. I'm pretty close to you, and my parents do try to encourage me to see my friends. You're closest, and I'm sure you didn't think I would just leave you here all alone?" She smiled and slapped him lightly on the arm. "You did, didn't you?" She didn't need an answer when she saw his face. "Oh, Harry." She pulled him into a hug and refused to let go. Harry returned the embrace and told her he would be fine. "In the future, maybe. You're not 'fine' now." Harry sighed, almost wanting to say that she was right.

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who took the time to review. I loved reading them.

Sauron the Dark: Don't worry. Hermione is Hermione. She knows exactly what she is doing. That should tell you something.

Molly Morrison: Sorry Molly. I really am. I had the intention to post, and then I never got around to it. Lovely review, by the way. Thanks for the confidence vote. Sylvia and I worked hard on this. Thanks for sticking by me.

Preoperative: Girls coming soon. Don't worry.

Ohime-Yukigi: I agree. We are onions. Petunia is such a fun character.

Purplemonkey: You're right. There was. Some of it will come later, but the rest I've thrown out. Harry and Paul are still forming a relationship. It's getting there. Thank you.

Princessxoxo145: As often as I can. I'm in college, work, and have several activities. I'll try to update as often as possible. I give no timelines, however.

Cat: Thanks for the great information. I will definitely do something like that. As for the trust fall, maybe much later in the story, if ever. Sylvia was a bit ambitious with that. She and I have talked and she just moaned, put her head down on the desk, and threatened my life if I ever spoke of it again. In other words, she's typical Sylvia when she knows that she messed up.

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