A/N: As I write more I will moving quickly through different scenes till the true story line. You'll recognize where we are at in the story each time if you've seen the movies. Enjoy! :)

I closed my journal shut as I looked around the dark woods around me. My fire that I had made earlier to keep warm had started to go out and I was beginning to get cold. I grabbed my wand a gave a quick flick starting the flame once again.

The woods was quiet as I drew my knees close to my body and leaned against one of the poles keeping the tent behind me up. It had been a long night and I was already exhausted from all of the thoughts racing in my head. Only a couple more hours till Harry took my place and I could finally get rid of this locket around my neck and sleep peacefully with the help of some potion.

It had been 5 months since that incident and I had kept my word that I'd never say anything to anyone about seeing him that night. It wasn't until the summer I had found out what he was doing up there and why he wanted me to keep it a secret. I still feel that I should have told someone before everything happened but in a way I'm glad I didn't. It was too painful to bring up memories of what ifs and what could I have done to stop it but in my heart I feel that he isn't what people think he is and that bothers me that I think that. It bothers me that I have strong feelings against what he had done and not believing he had wanted to do anything to do with what he was doing.

My thoughts are scattered more than I thought, I prefer to put blame on the locket screwing up my thoughts. I sighed as I rested my head on my knees drawing them close to keep warm. It was snowing lightly as we were slowly getting into the winter months. I could hear Ron snoring lightly inside the tent and Harry stirring in his sleep unable to keep still, he would wake soon from whatever nightmare he was having and my shift would end sooner.

Until then I clutch my journal holding it close to me as though it were my life. Over these past couple months I had been writing everything in it. From the beginning of summer to this day. All of my vulnerable feelings written into this tiny book that could only be opened by me. Most recently my entries were mostly about how I longed for a hot bath or to be able to have a manicure done at a local spa in the muggle world with my mom. Things that seemed like they were far away from actually happen or coming out of this alive.

"What are you thinking about so hard?" Harry grumbled making me jump out of my skin.

"A day spa." I smiled as he sat next to me.

"One of those frilly girly things?"

"Yes." My smile turned into a frown as I looked at his tired eyes. "I do have something to help you sleep you know. I have enough to last us a least a year and it'll help you sleep better."

"I've told you many times Hermione, I don't need it."

"No, you'd just rather dream to see what he's planning." I sighed as I shrunk my journal putting it a secret compartment in my bag.

"No, not really. That doesn't count especially now. He's been blocking me from seeing. He only shows me what he wants me to see. I prefer to dream, helps me get out my emotions."

I nodded understanding what he meant, "That's why I don't like to dream."

"It's about dawn. It'd be best to go ahead and go to bed."

I gave him a hug and took the locket. He slid over his head and put it on. I felt like a weight was off of my chest and I could breathe easier.

"See you in the morning, be safe." I said giving him one last hug before heading back inside the tent. Reaching in my bag I quickly took the potion to calm my nerves and to relax me enough to fall into a deep sleep. As soon as I woke up it'd be time for lunch and another day will begin.

-End chapter