A/N: hey people, I have only got one stinking review so please can I have at least 3. Pretty please! Ok, anyways here's chapter 2. You know it goes.

Chapter 2: Rush

Can you feel it, can you feel it,

Rushin' through your hair,

Rushin' through your head,

Can you feel it, can you feel it,

Don't let nobody tell your life is over,

Be every color that you are,.

Into the rush now,

You don't have to know how,

Know it all before you'll try.

-Aly & AJ

All my life I kept searching for answers that didn't exist, only to discover that I was asking the wrong questions. Don't let the fear of the unknown keep you from asking the right questions and searching for the answers.

I had a feeling I had fallen asleep reading my mother's diary last night I found myself in an odd position on my bed. The warm sunlight washed through the bay window that overlooked the beautiful sunrise of the morning.

My mother's diary, a little crinkled from me sleeping on it, still was clasped tightly in my hands, its tear stained pages holding the only memories left of my parents. My mother's words holding the only truth to what really had happened to the famous Harry Potter and his beloved wife-to-be. In some way, it was a portal into their lives and world, a gateway that connected my thoughts with them, and one of the only pieces of them that I had left.

I heard a knocking at my bedroom door and the soft creak as Mr. Weasley opened it. He looked tired and weary but nonetheless cheerful at the sight of me awake.

"Anna, dear, I just came up here to see if you had woken up yet, and I can see now that you are," Mr. Weasley said, his words soft and careful as if he didn't want to upset me.

"Um, ok, thanks for checking," I said, the words falling carelessly out of my mouth.

"Look, I just wanted know if you wanted any breakfast," he asked.

"No, not really, I am really not that hungry. I would rather just be alone for awhile, if you don't mind," I said.

"You really need to eat something," he said sternly.

"I'm not hungry," I said a little agitated now.

"Damn, Anna, I'm putting my foot down this time. I am here to make sure you are healthy and well cared for!" he practically shouted at me.

"O, so what the fuck am I to you then? Some stupid shitty little girl you got stuck caring for?" I shouted back at him.

"NO! You are my best friends' daughter. I would do anything for you," he said more sincerely.

"Shut up! SHUT THE FUCK UP! I don't believe you! You wouldn't care about me if I wasn't Harry and Hermione's daughter!" I screamed, tears rushing violently down my cheeks.

"Anna…" he started, but he didn't finish, he just sighed instead, running his hand through his red locks.

"Don't even start, I don't want to hear it anymore," I said a little more calm now. I started for the door but he moved in front of me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug, nearly suffocating me in the process.

"Come downstairs and have some breakfast," he whispered in my ear.

"Ok" I mumbled back, needing something to lean on at the moment.

I staggered down the stairs with Mr. Weasley, his arm around me for emotional and physical support on the way to breakfast

I made my way back upstairs after breakfast to read more of my mother's diary. I made my way into the still sunlit room and over the diary that lay on my bed.

I flipped through the pages until she came across an entry that sounded interesting.

I wish he was here now with me. It seems so lonely here in the common room; the only thing that seems alive is the fire burning in the fireplace.

Everything today was a blur. All I can remember is him all day. His crooked glasses that sit just on the end of his nose, his unruly black hair, and his perfect eyes, oh his eyes, those perfect emerald orbs that you could just drown in, everything about him was perfect, of course, he is always perfect to me.

I sometimes wonder what he actually thinks of me, I mean, I know that he likes me as a best friend and all but what does he really think. Does he like me as more than a friend or nothing more than what we are now?

I will never understand men at all. All they care about is how women look, not how smart a woman is, but how she looks and dresses. I think it is a little shallow in my book.

I got to go but I'll write tomorrow.

Hermione

A/N: Ok, there's Chapter 2, its short again but it's like midnight and I'm like hella tired. I started cursing so if you don't like swearing, stop reading. I hope you liked it. Please review! Thank you!