Dear Diary
AN: Happy New Year, I hope everyone had a wonderful winter holiday! Also thanks to Hermione Voldemort Riddle, H. Lokidottir, Guest, Smithback, SCREW YOU USERNAME, and Krisha for reviewing and thanks to everyone who faved and/or watched this fic. I did mean to update this story much sooner than this but well life happens, anyways the next chapter will be up much sooner as it's already written, look for out for it within the next day or two.
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Chapter 2
Hello, Hermione Granger.
My name is Tom Riddle.
She stared, never before had she seen or heard of such a thing a talk-er writing book? With her curiosity for knowledge she decided to check the Hogwarts library as soon as possible, closing the book Hermione lost herself in thought not even seeing the scenery passing by as she looked out the window.
After a moment she mubbles, "Maybe I should write back..."
Looking back down at the book in her lap her need to know all about it got stronger, it was just a book, a magical one but a book nonetheless. What harm could writing in it do?
Pulling the book back open she sees it blank once more, picking up her quill the pre-teen stares at the page, tapping her quill on her bottom lip in thought. "What should I write, what do you talk about with a book?"
Hello...
I've never talked to a book before, what do books talk about?
Watching the ink fade into the book she suddenly feels silly, but before she can close it again it replies, Anything you want.
Like a diary?
Yes.
I've never had a diary before, what should I write about?
It was true while Hermione took great notes and could write brilliant essays, she'd never seen the point in getting a diary but maybe a magical diary might be fun, once she figured out how to use it. It couldn't be too hard.
How old are you?
Surpirsed that the book just asked her a question, when she usually got her answers from a book not the other way around.
Twelve.
A twelve year old girl who's never had a diary. That's surprising.
I've got better things to do then write about boys is all.
You can write about anything, it doesn't have to be boys.
Actually I'd perfer that it not be.
Laughing she decided she liked talking to this book, what was it's name again? Tom?
Who named you Tom?
My mother.
Books have moms?
Everyone has a mother.
That's true, I suppose.
Before Hermione could continue her chat with her new book she noticed the train was stopping, I have to go now, bye Tom.
Until later then.
Smiling she closes the book and puts it back into her bag, glad that she came across such an interesting book. Now if only she could find out what happened to Harry and Ron, maybe she'd see them at dinner and they'd better have a good explanation for not being on the train.
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After dinner Hermione got settled into her room and ready for bed, she laid there staring up at the bed's canopy not being able to fall asleep like she wanted she grabbed a candle off the night stand and pulled the bed's curtains closed before lightning it, with that done she took out her new book which she had put under her pillow.
Setting the candle close enough to the book to see she lays down on her stomach with her feet kicking back and forth in the air, I can't sleep, are you awake?
I don't sleep.
Oh. Of course you don't. So...
So?
Do books have friends?
Perhaps.
Do you have friends?
At that question she remembers why she couldn't fall asleep in the first place, Harry and Ron weren't on the train or at dinner, they really aren't at Hogwarts this year. A tear slips down her face and onto the page before she can catch herself.
Hermione?
Are you alright?
Laughing quitely so as not to wake the other girls she wipes her eyes quickly, all the while thinking that a book was worring about her, it's pretty crazy sounding. The gryffindor decides to tell the diary no-Tom about it, maybe she'll feel better then... books always made her feel better.
I'm fine... my friends, they missed the Hogwarts Express.
What are their names?
Harry and Ron, they're my best friends.
I won't have anyone to talk to without them, and most of the other students think I'm a stuck up, know it all.
You can always talk to me. I know it's not the same, but I will listen.
Thanks, I do feel better talking about it.
I'm glad.
You should get some sleep now.
Okay. Night Tom.
Good night, Hermione.
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The next morning to Hermione's surprise Harry and Ron were in the common room as she came down to go to breakfast. "Harry, Ron!" They both look over and greet her good morning, she wasn't sure if she wanted to hug or smack the both of them.
So she did both, hugging Harry before smacking Ron upside the head, "Ow, what was that for?" Choosing to ignore his question as she thought it was a dumb one, while the both of them gave her odd looks.
The redhead rubs his head where she smacked him, he's not usually up just yet and decides that it's too early for this and starts heading for the portrait door, "Come on, I'm starving!"
"I bet, where were you two? I didn't see you on the train or at dinner."
"It's a long story." Harry says, "I've got time, class doesn't start for a while yet." Before the brunette boy can reply Ron cuts in, "Eat first, talk later!"
Sighing Hermione shakes her head, "Fine."
While they ate Harry filled her in on what happened, well at least she knows now why her letters never got replies. "I've never seen a house-elf before."
"Well if they're all like this one that's probably a good thing," the green-eyed boy finished off his toast as she asked, "so what do you think this plot is that he warned you about?"
With a shrug he replies, "Didn't say or couldn't, I don't know."
"Right well we'll just have to keep an eye out for any trouble then, right Ron?"
"Hmfp? Oph yash, sure," seeing some food fly out of his mouth she grimaced, "That's disgusting Ron! Don't talk and eat at the same time." He swallows and looks a bit sheepish before stuffing his face once again, looking away she catches sight of the Slytherin table and just for a moment she thought Malfoy was looking at her, turning for a better look she sees him talking with the boy next to him and figures she just imagined it.
As they were leaving the dinning hall she remembers her diary, "Well while the two of you were flying enchanted cars and getting beat up by trees," Ron made a noise of protest to the tree part, but she just continued on, "something exciting happened to me too, I found this book-"
"Seriously Hermione?" The redhead shook his head, "You're gonna compare what happen to us with a book?" She glared, "It's not an ordinary book, Ronald!"
"Right." He rolls his eyes, "fine don't listen, I'm sure Harry wants to know all about it right Harry?"
"Uh...," seeing the brunette looking back and forth for an exit she huffed, "Fine, then!", before stomping off ahead of them.
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Draco who had been listening to them talk glared at the two gryffindors, they should've just listened to her. Then maybe he could figure out that book, it was bothering him more than he wanted to admit.
Since he couldn't figure it out just yet, he might as well blow off some steam. Walking past them he made sure his best sneer was in place before bumping shoulders with Potter, "Figures the two of you wouldn't understand a book, at least the mudblood is good for something."
"Don't call her that!" The the redhead yells pulling out his broken wand but noticing it's state all he can do is glare at Malfoy and his lackeys, "Why not it's what she is, right?" The Slytherin glances toward his two seemingly mindless bodyguards as they both nod their agreement.
Harry looks angry but mostly confused, though before it can get out of hand Draco notices Professor Mcgonagall walking their way, "We'll continue this later."
As he hurries away Ron waves his broken wand and shouts, "Ya, you better run you coward!" before hearing a 'ahem' behind them and turning to see their Professor.
"Um..." Ron hides his wand behind his back, their teacher gives them a stern look, "On to class now, the both of you."
"Yes ma'am." She nods at them and then continues walking, "That was close."
"Yeah..."
"My wand..." Seeing Rons down cast face, the other boy tries to cheer him up, "Maybe we can find some tape or something..."
Later at lunch Ron was taping his wand as Harry had suggested, with a sigh he looks towards Harry "Say it," he looks back at his wand, "I'm doomed."
Harry sighs as he sees the wand, "You're doomed."
Hermione who was sitting across from them just shakes her head before going back to her school notes, and the diary laying underneath them.
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