3rd May 1998
It's done, Voldemort is defeated. I don't know how to feel right now, relief, sadness, happiness. My body is jittery, achingly sore, overwhelmed. I haven't written in my journal for a while, it felt endless our quest, to defeat the dark side. The past ten months have been agonising as we hunted pieces of Voldemort's soul, we were cold and starving most days and been tortured by Bellatrix was no picnic. There was little levity, and great sorrow. Ron left Harry and I for a long time. I didn't think I'd be able to forgive him but then he came back to us, carrying the Sword of Gryffindor and suddenly everything felt right in the world again. Ron kissed me during yesterday's battle, it felt fantastic to finally experience his lips pressed against mine. After the battle we had sex, hidden away in one of Gryffindor Tower's dorm rooms, it was messy and full of emotions, I cried and so did he.
All the emotions of the past year seemed to surface all at once. We lost so many people in yesterday's battle; the Daily Prophet is already calling it the Final Battle. I hope it is, I don't want to fight anymore. Our future looks brighter now but there is so much to do. I feel like I could sleep for a month straight but find myself unable to. Ron is snoring next to me and all I can think about is the future and what needs to be done. Hogwarts is destroyed, there are bodies to bury, a school to rebuild, examinations to be had if I am to ever hope of having a worthwhile career. The Ministry needs reestablishing and recent laws need abolishing. There are innocent people, Muggleborn's like me locked away in Azkaban for no other reason than for been born to Muggle parents, they need freeing and the scumbags who put them their need full trials and life sentences. My own parents are unaware of my existence somewhere in Australia. I need to find them and restore their memories; I worry they will never forgive me for what I have done. I don't know what to do or where to start, I don't know how Ron can sleep so peacefully right now Diary, I feel like I could explode.
5th May 1998
Kingsley is now the Interim Minister; it feels right for him to be guiding our nation in the wake of the war. I helped out at Hogwarts today, we found another body, that of a Hufflepuff Third Year: Issac Jones. All of the children were meant to have been evacuated at the start of the battle but evidently not all of them made it out, or else they snook back in. Twelve children have now been found deceased. It is harrowing, I broke down crying, seeing his small broken body, killed by a blasting curse to his diaphragm. How anyone could be so evil as to kill children. It makes me mad. We should have stopped the war sooner; the Order should have done better. We've all grown up too fast, had too many responsibilities thrust upon us. Dumbledore set us on the Horcrux hunt before any of us were adults.
6th May 1998
We laid to rest the first of the fallen today: Lavender. Our relationship over the years was complicated; like chalk and cheese we didn't really get along. As roommates we annoyed one another but we had moments of comradery over the years. The first time I got my period, Lavender taught me a pain relief charm. When Lavender struggled with Transfiguration, I helped her to understand it. It was Lavender who gave me a morning after potion when I unexpectedly lost my virginity after the Yule Ball, she never told anyone that I'd slept with Victor, just made sure I was okay, and asked if I wanted to know any more about sex, Lavender was far more experienced then me and she reassured me that a little pain was normal after having sex for the first time. Lavender was funny and friendly, she always tried to include me in girly gossip sessions and beauty treatments. She loved the stars and predicting the future, I often found the art of divination to be utter hogwash, but Lavender didn't. In way's she was my complete opposite, the only thing we agreed on was that Ron was a catch. In life she was full of an endless joyful energy and seeing her laid to rest today felt wrong in so many ways. At one point I felt hatred For Lavender, it's silly now. The anger I felt when her and Ron got together, the misery of that moment, the hatred and jealousy, is ridiculous. In the face of all that has happened since that moment, Lavender having her throat ripped out by Greyback and me been unable to save her, my adolescence grievances and broken heart seem of little consequence now. Lavender was the first to be laid to rest out of so many, the full body count is still unknown, and I feel an all-consuming grief for all of the lives lost. Ron was inconsolable at the funeral; I stood by and held him as he cried for his first girlfriend.
12th May 1998
It's strange to think that a battle fought over one night can be erased in ten days. Ten short days and Hogwarts looks as though a battle was never had. Magically repaired, blood and bodies removed. Hogwarts is as it once was, mostly. We will remember that night on the 2nd of May as a night where so many were lost and where the world changed hopefully for the better. Minerva reported that there were four new ghosts in the castle, students killed too young, unable to move on to the beyond. I don't think I want to return to the castle, to do a final year of education. I'd cry if I was faced with one of these new entities. I will sit my NEWTs at the Ministry and start a fresh in this new world as an adult, I can't go back to caring about classes and having to abide by curfews after so much has happened.
20th May 1998
We buried Colin today; he was the last of the thirty lost in the Final Battle to be buried. He was too young, an innocent school child taken due to a stupid in just war.
2nd June 1998
A month has passed since the battle. I don't know how to feel normal anymore. Ron and I were like a flame, that was quick to ignite and even quicker to extinguish. I'd fantasised about the two of us been together for ages but we both agree that our short-lived romance was a mistake of epic precautions. Ron and I make fantastic friends but should never have become more than that. Ron's already moved on; he seems to be sleeping his way through London if Rita's articles are right. I likewise have had a new conquest. I got very tipsy last night and slept with Seamus; nothing will come of it, but it was a fun night, and I was able to escape the constant nightmares I have for a while. Thankfully, I know Seamus won't boast to the press about it, I don't want my sex life in the tabloids like Ron's.
10th June 1998
260, that's the number of people who were wrongly imprisoned in Azkaban. The Aurors have finally finished clearing it out. Of those imprisoned ninety died. It was worse than I could have ever imagined. Not only were there adult Muggleborn's in prison but children too, the youngest just six years old, a little girl who has been kissed by the dementors and locked up in prison, after the trace picked up that she was a witch, that little girl is dead along with other children. Muggles had been locked up in the prison, unable to see the creatures that were feeding off of their souls. It's sick and twisted. I'm glad I got my parents out of the country, that they are safe on the other side of the planet. I find myself wondering how anyone can lock away innocent children and leave them to suffer and die. Some days I wish I had never learned of the magical world, life would be easier, simpler. The trials start tomorrow, I will be summoned as a witness for many of them.
"Harry, it feels wrong to be reading this," Ginny whispered, Harry lifted his eyes from the 1998 entry he was reading and cast a weary look over at his wife. In the short time he'd been reading Hermione's diary, he'd learnt far too much about her than he ever needed to know. He now knew that she started her period on a rainy afternoon in the October of their second year at Hogwarts, she'd lost her virginity after the Yule Ball on the Durmstrang Ship with Victor Krum; an event that was surprising, messy and while painful was very enjoyable. He'd learnt that she'd had a brief relationship with Theodore Nott their Sixth Year after they'd been paired together in potions for the year. He was sure that he never needed to know that the dark haired Slytherin had taught the woman he considered a sister how to give blow jobs or that he'd introduced her to various kinks including bondage, something Hermione had found enjoyable and freeing as she relinquished all control to the man providing her pleasure.
"I agree, lets skip a few years, I doubt we will find anything relevant this far back. I don't think I will ever be able to look Hermione in the eyes again after reading some of these entries. Did she really have a threesome with Theo and Draco," he wondered aloud.
"Why is it so surprising that Hermione has a sex life, she's hardly a blushing virgin," his wife asked amused.
"I know that, of course I knew she'd had sex, Ron bragged about it after they got together but Hermione doesn't do casual relationships and these sexual exploits seem pretty casual," he told her as he flipped through Hermione's journal for a more relevant entry.
"Currently she doesn't but we are reading about younger Hermione here, she didn't broadcast it to everyone, but she explored her sexuality quite a bit throughout her teens and early twenties. She had lots of casual sex back then, particularly after the end of the war. I know she had a friend with benefits thing going with Fred and George for a while and I'm pretty sure Oliver Wood and her got more than a little friendly at her twenty first birthday party," Ginny commented.
"I didn't need to know that" he told her with a grimace.
"Let's start reading from the September of 2002, that's when she became an Unspeakable isn't it," Ginny suggested.
"It is, before that she completed her NEWTs, restored her parents' memories and worked alongside Kingsley to reconstitute the Ministry and it's outdated laws," Harry agreed, finding the entry for the day Hermione became an unspeakable.
2nd September 2002
My application was successful, I had a meeting with Head Unspeakable Crank this morning. I was so nervous; I couldn't drink the Pumpkin Spiced Latte I bought at the Witches Brew this morning. I was so worried that my application wouldn't be a success. I don't know what I'd have done if it hadn't been approved. I considered working with Magical creatures but have already done so much to support them on a legislative level. I also considered going for Healer Training like Draco has but I feel I've seen enough broken bodies for a lifetime. The Department of Mysteries however has fascinated me for years, ever since we broke into it all those years ago. There's so much unknown and I love exploring and creating magic. I want to explore the unknown and make the world better somehow. I can't wait to get started been in my new role as an Unspeakable. I'm not going to be alone, Theo's application was also a success, I'm glad I will know someone as I start out in this career. Head Unspeakable Crank said I will be assigned to the Time Room to begin with as I have experience in using a Time Turner, most of them were destroyed during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries and they have been trying to recreate them ever since. This is a task I can't wait to get stuck into.
20th September 2002
Something went wrong today at work; I was filling one of the trial Time Turners with the Sands of Time and accidentally spilt some of the sand onto my hand. I felt the jarring, spinning sensation of time travel and found myself face to face with a man I know to be dead. It was surreal and he was so much younger than I remember. Sirius Black kitted out in his Auror uniform was a sight to see. He stared at me wide eyed and drew his wand on me, he asked who I was but before I could reply I found myself been yanked back into the present. Theo found me after that, I was unconscious on the floor, and he revived me. I made him promise not to tell the other Unspeakables o f the mistake I made, I don't want Head Unspeakable Crank to change his mind on hiring me.
8th October 2002
It happened again but I haven't spilled anymore of the Sands of Time on myself. I was at home petting Crookshanks on the sofa and felt the tug of time travel. I found myself in the Leaky Cauldron, it was a rowdy night and for a moment I thought I was still in the present as I saw a man who I thought to be Harry, he had the same messy black hair and was wearing Auror Robes just like Harry's. I called out to him and moved towards the bar where he was stood with one of his fellow Aurors, getting drinks after a busy shift no doubt. Harry did not respond, and I tapped him on the shoulder. The man turned around and it was not Harry, he was younger than Harry is though not by much. If I had to guess he'd have been nineteen compared to Harry's current twenty-one years of age. The man I was looking at looked so much like my best friend right down to the circular glasses, the only difference I could see was in his eyes, they were hazel instead of green. He told me he wasn't called Harry and asked if I was okay, he said I looked pale. His friend turned around then, a bottle of Firewhisky in his hand and spotted me, his eyes lighting in recognition. It was Sirius Black; he opened his mouth to speak to me, but I felt the tugging of magic behind my navel and awoke alone to a darkened sitting room and a hungry Crookshanks. I wonder if it was just a vivid dream or if somehow, I am transversing time to the First Wizarding War. If I am traveling in time, it is dangerous, I know the secrets to defeat Voldemort. I'd be tempted to change history, but wizards have meddled with time before and wiped out entire families or made the future darker. I can't play God, even if it is tempting. Hopefully it was just a dream, and it won't happen again.
12th November 2002
I thought I was in the clear, over a month has passed since I last felt the pull of time travel, but it's happened again. Theo and I were working on a prototype time turner, and I found myself pulled once more into the past. Is it a coincidence that I have now come face to face with Sirius Black three times. Today, I was in the past for longer than my previous two experiences. Sirius was in a woodland, in the form of Padfoot, he saw me and transformed back into his human form.
"You again," he spoke curiously as a howl rent the night air.
"Moony," I spoke stupidly, and his look turned to suspicion.
"I don't know how you know that name, but it's not safe for you to be here," he commented with narrowed eyes.
"I," I don't know what my excuse would have been, I felt myself getting pulled into the future and awoke to Theo standing above me. Theo is mad at me now, I had to admit that there is something wrong with me, that somehow, I am getting pulled into the past. We haven't told the senior Unspeakables, we are going to try to solve this ourselves.
"We need to speak to Theo," Ginny commented.
"She saw my dad." Harry breathed staring down at the diary, wondering what else Hermione had experienced. How many times had she somehow travelled back in time.
"Are you okay love," Ginny asked him, she took his hand in hers and squeezed it comfortingly.
"Why didn't she tell me," Harry asked quietly.
"She wasn't allowed too," Ginny reasoned.
"We used to tell each other everything, now it seems she has so many secrets," he commented.
"Even if she was allowed to, she probably wouldn't have told you, its dangerous to meddle with time Harry. If you knew she was going back to a time when your parents were alive, you'd have wanted her to save them," Ginny whispered.
"Not if it meant potentially risking the future. I wouldn't change a thing if it risked the life, we live with Albus and James," he breathed.
"Back then when this started for Hermione, you didn't have children," she told him quietly.
"Your right," he nodded.
"I usually am, lets pay Theo a visit, I'm sure he has many answers for us, from the sound of it and we can always return to the diary later," Ginny told him, Harry found himself agreeing. Perhaps Theo could help them get to the bottom of what was going on.
"You do the talking to him Gin, I don't think I can look at him without the thought of him teaching Hermione the joys of bondage and oral sex," he shuddered.
"For a guy who I know is very kinky you can be very prudish sometimes love," she chuckled as they made their way to floo to the penthouse Theo owned.
