AN: Okay, get this- for Hermione's first part, SHE IS NOT A PREPPY LAVENDAR TYPE! She is not. But she is a girl and every girl feels this need eventually. She's taking care of herself and her appearance for once. I'm sorry I gave a delayed update (i usually go every Friday, but I didn't send it to my beta until Friday, so it was late...). I will start going into the plot next chapter. Any guesses, anyone? Oh and a reference to my other obsession... another book series... mispelled, of course, it can't be TOO similar, but still! Let me know in a review if you caught it!

This chapter is dedicated to She Who Shall Go Nameless, my wonderful beta! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

What had happened? How had I ended up in Ravenclaw? I mean, I knew I was smart, but still! I had left Harry all alone and he has no idea what's going on! How am I going to teach him to apply makeup? He needs to at least wear lip-gloss! And will he really be able to handle it with his parents and the Marauders here?

I glanced over to the Gryffindor table and Harry was staring dumbly at the fifth years. This was so not working out. I needed to give him something so he could contact me...

I overheard a seventh year complaining about how her younger sister had broken into her diary. That was it! Harry was going to kill me for it, but it should work.

That night, I snuck out of the Ravenclaw tower to go to the Room of Requirement. I asked for two diary-like notebooks–and voila, there they were! After casting some spells similar to the ones on Sirius' and Harry's dad's mirrors (I did my research), I needed to test it.

Testing, testing, one, two, three! I wrote in the journal I had chosen. It was the less girly one, the plainer one. Hey, I needed to get him mad somehow! Harry's book, the purple and blue one, vibrated just a little and as I flipped open to the first page I could see my words written at the top- Testing, testing, one, two, three!

I tried again, the opposite way. It worked. My plan was perfect! I would present it to him in the morning.

Harry POV

"Hey, Har–Hera! Hera!" Hermione ran up to the Gryffindor table as I took my seat for breakfast. She handed me a purple and blue notebook–purple! "You got your journal in my trunk. Honestly, be more careful, or I'll read it one day!" She stalked off to sit with the Ravenclaws as I stared at the book in wonder. A journal? What the–?

"Hi, you're Hera, right?" A pretty fifth year with curly red hair took a seat beside me–my mum. I nodded dumbly, my mouth wide open, I shut it quickly and moved over to give her more room. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself.

"I'm Lily Evans. Over there–" she pointed to my dad and the Marauders, who were currently having a food fight. "Is James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and of course–Sirius."

"I know Remus, he's a prefect, right? He helped Hermione and me yesterday. And James looks nice. So does Peter," I forced myself to say. I had an alibi to keep up! "And doesn't Sirius have a last name?"

"Yeah, it's Black. But to tell you the truth, he doesn't need one. He hates his family, so he kind of dropped it a few years ago. Besides, everyone knows him by his first name. And I can agree that Peter and Remus are nice, but I don't think I can agree at all about Potter."

Mum–no, Lily, she was Lily now–went through a quick explanation of the school, from schedules to social groups. She was torn from her tale of her first Potions class when a pale hand tapped her on the shoulder.

"So, Slughorn had us do a fun Potion–of our choice, from a certain list, of course! I had to work with Potter and he was so busy passing notes that he didn't realize that a scrap of his paper fell in the Potion. When it exploded, I was, of course, drenched with–oh, Severus, come sit down!" I gulped. Snape was sitting down with us for breakfast. Whatever happened to that nice conversation? I shot a look of desperation at Hermione and she whipped out a notebook. Typical Hermione. She scribbled something down and suddenly my notebook vibrated slightly. Not enough for anyone else to notice, luckily, but my arm was starting to shake from holding it down. I flipped it open to the first page and peeked in. Words were forming on their own- not another Riddle diary! And I thought Hermione was my friend!

Calm, down, it's not a Riddle's diary! Jeez, Harry, it's like that mirror your dad and Sirius have. Now get a quill and write to me!!

Oh. It was a communication device. I quickly excused myself from the table (not that anyone noticed. Lily was talking to Snape) and ran to the Great Hall.

So, what's the point to this? I wrote when I finally had privacy.

Face it, Harry, you can't play a girl very well. You need assistance. I will give it to you, and since we're not in the same House, this'll have to do. We can also contact each other easily. It will erase if you want it to, but if it's stuff you want to keep, you don't need to. I'll show you how to do that later. Man, how does she write that much? Doesn't her hand hurt? Now, what was going on with Snape and your mum?

Hold up! I wrote back.Why do I get a purple diary?

Because. And it's a diary so you can have an excuse to write in it. Now, tell me! Geez, girls these days! First Ginny, now Hermione, who was next? Me?

Fine. They're apparently great friends since before my mum went to Hogwarts. It's horrible, isn't it? I wonder why he called her a Mudblood after the OWLs though. What do you think?

Misunderstanding? Who knows? That doesn't really matter though, I just wanted information. And don't go messing with them!! That's not fair! Let them be, okay?

Then why did you want to know?

I was curious! Now, you have Potions with Slytherin. Say hi to Lena for me, will you? I'll say hi to Elizabeth!

I'll try to get through the Gryffindor/Slytherin forcefield. See you later, okay?

Fine. I'll see you soon. We'll sit together at lunch. You come meet my friends. Bye!

Hermione had new friends already? That was unexpected. The clock chimed way off and I put away the book. Time to get "lost" on my way to Potions! Oh, how fun! Not.

I raced through the hallways after hiding out in the bathroom for a good 15 minutes. I obviously couldn't walk in on time. I would either look like a nerd or like I knew the school too well for a first year. I couldn't afford either. I slipped into the dungeons and was relieved to see that there were several empty seats. I plopped down onto the bench near two boys that seemed to act similar to Ron and me. The thought comforted me–that is, until a nearby girl pulled me away from them.

"You don't want to sit near them. They are so annoying. You're in my dorm, aren't you?" the girl gushed. "I'm Stephanie Mayer. You're Hera Granger, right? Your twin is in Ravenclaw, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she is. I always told her she read too much," I lied easily. She accepted it and went on telling me about her cousin, John. He was one of the boys I had sat near. I nodded and pretended I understood everything she was saying. Spotting Lena on the other side of the room, I took my chance.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but Hermione wanted me to say hi to someone for her. You can come if you want to, I guess," I interrupted Stephanie's rant about how I should wear lip-gloss– ridiculous, no?

"The person is in Slytherin? Yeah, I guess I'll come. You'll need the help." She stood and followed me on my quest to find the blonde girl. I tapped her on the shoulder and she whirled around, shocked. Her books fell to the ground and some fell on my toe. I jumped up, clutching my foot.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" she gasped, bending down to pick up her books. I lightly set down my foot as the pain reduced and helped her with her stuff.

"I'm fine. Hermione just wanted me to say hi for her. How was your first night?" I asked her trying to make small talk.

"Oh, it was nice. And tell Hermione I say hello too. Um … aren't you in Gryffindor?" Lena asked hesitantly as I took a seat beside her.

"Yeah, so? There are no assigned seats yet!" I excused myself. For some reason I didn't want to leave Lena there. I had no idea why … maybe it was because she looked so vulnerable alone.

"Hera! Gryffindors and Slytherins aren't friends! Slytherins aren't friends with anyone! Besides, you're not pureblood. My parents wouldn't like it if we were friends." My heart sank and I was sure that my smile was gone.

"Your parents aren't here. And aren't Severus Snape and Lily Evans friends?" She shrugged, as if it didn't matter.

"That's not his fault, he was friends with her before they came to Hogwarts. Well, that's what Lucius tells me. Hera, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but please go away. I don't want to get in trouble."

I sighed and left. You can't blame me for not trying! Lena did seem nice though–I was going to try again. And maybe I could get Hermione into it.

"She's a Malfoy, Hera. Honestly, you're lucky you have me here!" Stephanie lectured, telling me all she had heard from her older cousins and siblings. She had a lot of family, apparently.

When Slughorn came I was actually relieved. Not only did he show minimal interest in me, but Stephanie shut up when my Potion nearly exploded. There are some advantages to being terrible at Potions after all.

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