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Harry placed the letters neatly in one pile and moved on to the other items scattered around the tent. He picked up notes and homework, charts, drawings and cut out articles from the daily prophet. Harry noticed that they all seemed to contain Harry's name in them and one of the clippings was of Ron when the Weasley's took a trip to Egypt. He was curious as to why Hermione kept all these articles; he suspected it was some way of keeping track of their friendship and adventures. Harry's eyes fell upon an opened book. No it wasn't a book; it was a journal. It was Hermione's journal. Harry's eyes widened at the familiar neat handwriting, his heart hammered and his hands became moist as he picked up the large journal with jittery hands.
Close it Harry, she's your best friend. But what if there's something written about me? Wait, of course there's something written about me, we do so much together. Unless, she really doesn't think anything we do together is worth writing about. No Harry, close the journal. You'd be furious if someone read your thoughts.
Harry sighed heavily as he slowly began closing the journal, and then, he saw it. It just jumped out at him; it forced him to open the journal again. He didn't want to, he wanted to let Hermione have her privacy, but his name was written on that page. He would just read that one line, just to make sure it wasn't anything bad and then he would close the journal and put it back in Hermione's backpack and completely forget he even had the journal in his hands. Harry's eyes darted to the top right hand side of the page.
July 18th 1996
Harry's eyes moved down the page looking for the sentence with his name.
I went over to the Dursley's home pretending to be a rehabilitation assistant at St. Mungo's who was checking up on Harry. I just couldn't take it anymore, I needed to find out what was wrong with him. I couldn't understand why he wasn't writing back to any of my letters and my nights became restless. He didn't want to tell me what was bothering him. I know he's hiding it to protect me, he just doesn't want us worrying about problems that he thinks are his own. He believes it is a burden he has to carry on his back alone, forever. I don't want him to be alone. I don't know about Ron, but I want to carry half the weight. He held me so close to him, but I felt like I wasn't close enough. I want him to kiss me… I need him…I love him.
Harry felt like he swallowed a stone. His already pounding heart felt like it was going to hammer right out of his rib cage and he couldn't breath. He just couldn't believe that the writing before him was Hermione's. He was overwhelmed with the amount of loyalty, devotion and love she offered him. Harry never thought Hermione would ever feel all the love, which he in return, felt for her. It scared him to see her so fragile, so innocent; she was like a piece from a set of antique, hand painted china, which rested in the palm of his hand and relied on him to be gentle and not break her.
Harry's fingers skimmed to the early pages of the journal.
February 5th 1989
Dear Journal,
I had another terrible day at school today. What happened? Well, it rained heavily last night so it was wet and muddy outside. I begged mom to give me a ride to school but she was already running late for work, so I had to walk. Not that I hate walking, I just hate walking to school. Two words… Jason Patterson. I was walking apprehensively waiting for him to jump out from behind a building and throw something at me or trip me from the bushes near the path. I'm convinced my knees are permanently scabbed from the constant pounding of them on pavement. It really was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining and the sun was already hot. My new dress swayed slightly in the light breeze and I was starting to think that maybe I got out early enough to dodge Jason. I was so wrong. His bike came racing from behind me, he steered into the biggest puddle of mud beside me, slammed on the brakes and skidded a whole wave of water and mud all over me. I just stood there shaking and my eyes started to well up as Jason's laughter rang in my ears. There was no point in going back home, there wasn't anyone there. So I went to school. They asked me who did it, who splashed me with all this mud. "I don't know who it was, it was an accident." I said calmly wiping off the dirt from my face. "Hermione.. Since your parents are at work, you can't go home and change. You can't sit like this in class dear. Unfortunately, we have only one option left. The 'Lost and Found' box." I opened the lid only to find a pair of rainbow colored spandex pants and a very, very large smelly boys orange t-shirt which fell down to my knees. I felt like a complete idiot with my nice black dress shoes, rainbow colored spandex pants that really were very small and an elephant sized orange t-shirt that nearly covered my knees and stunk like rotten onions and overdue milk. Need I say more about how people refused to sit at a 6-foot radius of me? Should I mention that I got pushed and shoved around? Do I need to re-live the fact that Jason himself grabbed me and stuck me head first into our lunch rubbish bin? If you think its possible... I smelled even worse then before. I keep trying to change him. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe he'll never change, maybe he'll always be Jason Patterson the PRAT! I want mom and dad to put me in another school. Of course I never brought up the subject to them before, I don't want them worrying about me and the only other school near the house has an even worse reputation then the one I'm attending. I wish there was some miracle to get me out of this mess.
Harry closed his eyes and ran a hand through his messy hair. He felt incredibly foolish and guilty for complaining about his life with the Dursley's. He never thought that Hermione experienced similar pain to his own. Harry actually preferred being at school then at the Dursley's home. Although he was extremely lonely, Harry was never bullied much (except by Dudley and his gang) because nearly everyone was terrified of him. He flipped to another random entry.
December 11th 1990
Dear Journal,
Something strange is happening with me. I've gone to the library and taken out a whole stack of books to try and figure out exactly what I'm experiencing. I haven't told mom or dad yet, I just don't know what they would do. I just know it's not normal! I went to sleep in my bed… and I woke up on the roof!! I just couldn't believe it. I couldn't have possibly sleep walked up there, I would have fallen out my window and landed on my moms tulips planted below. I don't think I'm being possessed by demons. Although I think I did levitate up onto the roof, I don't seem to have any of the other signs of possession. I researched yesterdays wind currents and they were only 7 km an hour, not nearly enough to carry my sleeping body up to the roof. I'll just have to figure this out later on. I had that dream again. I go to bed, hoping I'll have it again and wake up angry because I don't see what I want to see… his face. The sun was setting with pinks and violets and I was standing on a dock. I was so much older. My hair not a messy tangle, but beautiful locks swaying gently to the light breeze. I was wearing a simple short white dress, which exposed my bare back, but I wasn't cold. I just kept looking off into the distance when a pair of loving hands touched my waist, they reluctantly let me go after a moment before returning to my neck where they circled and positioned a gold necklace with a heart shaped locket before me. My heart was hammering and I wanted to turn around and look into his eyes, but I was fixed to the spot. He then briefly brushed his lips against my neck and kissed my cheek. I turned around and… woke up. I don't understand what it means, I don't know if I even want to know the meaning. I just want to see who this man is. It's a shame that it's just a dream.
Harry longed to give Hermione the love that she craved. He secretly wished that he was the man in her dreams; no, not just the man in her dreams, the man of her dreams and more.
He took a fairly large clump of the journals papers and flipped forward.
May 7th 1994
It's 1:30 am. I've decided to stop reading "Home Life and Sociable Habits of British Muggles" for today. I still have 200 pages left, but I suspect that I can finish it without a problem by Monday. I don't know how much longer I can stand taking all these classes at once. I'm just so exhausted, I don't have time for anything, It's an understatement when I say that I'm too tired to sleep. I wish I could have stayed in the Common Room and celebrated with Harry… and Ron, even though he wont talk to me. He's being so ignorant, it wasn't Crookshanks who ate his rat, I just know it wasn't. The truth is, if Crookshanks really was interested in having Scabbers for dinner he would have caught him a long time ago, but Crookshanks wouldn't, I just know it. Regardless of how angry I am at that red headed git, I feel sad for him; I wish he would push his stupidity aside and see that. I wanted to be a part of the celebration in some way, so I stayed in the Common Room trying desperately to shut out all the laughter and cheering so that I could get some studying in. I wanted to let Harry know in some way, that I was happy for him. I was pleasantly surprised when he decided to leave his circle of friends and admirers to come and talk to me. Not that I see Harry as someone who enjoys the spotlight and is shallow, I just didn't think he would notice me with all the excitement that surrounded him and the joy of winning the House Cup. I was more then astounded when Harry asked me if I had attended the Quidditch game… why wouldn't I? No matter how angry I get with that boy, there's no way I'd miss an event that means so much to him. I was a nervous wreck before this match started, it was nearly impossible to focus in the library with my books propped around me as my mind blurred with visions of Harry falling from his broom. I'm suppose to be the brightest witch in my year for Merlin's sake, and all I did was stiffen like petrified wood and gawk, as Harry's lifeless body sped towards the ground at an alarmingly fast rate. I could have lost Harry, I could have lost one of my best friends. I can't imagine what my life at Hogwarts would be like without Harry… Oh all right, and Ron too. I'd certainly be a bigger goody two shoes then I already am. Just between you, and me, I'm relieved those two make me break the rules sometimes, I just can't imagine Hogwarts without an adventure. I bet Harry and Ron would make me go to the hospital wing for Madam Pomfrey to examine my head if they heard me saying that. On another note, Draco Malfoy and some of his foolish friends got what they deserved at today's match. They decided they were going to try and frighten Harry by dressing up as Dementors, but it backfired because Harry scared the living pixies out of them after sending a Patronus straight towards their direction. He created a REAL Patronus, that's extremely advanced magic that even grown wizards have troubles creating. He really doesn't realize how talented he is. Well, I think I've had enough writing and I'm off to bed; Tomorrow is another day ahead of me filled with books, homework, studying and Ron taunting me about Scabbers.
Harry remembered that day like it was yesterday, it was the day he had first set eyes on Cho Chang. She was very beautiful, but at the time Harry was too blind to see that his best friend who stood by him with a gleaming smile and sparkling Cinnamon eyes, was the most beautiful girl in the world. Since last year a Veela couldn't make Harry peel his eyes away from Hermione, she was gorgeous inside and out.
Harry's heart stopped when he realized it was time to go and meet her.
What am I going to say? How am I going to tell her?… Uhhh hey Hermione, here's your backpack, I sort of accidentally looked through it. No… what am I thinking? I'll just not say anything at all… but what if she asks if I looked through it? Oh forget it, I'm just going to have to keep her backpack for another day, worry about it tomorrow, then I could read more of the journal… NO! I'm already in enough trouble as it is!… exactly, It wont hurt to take another peek since you already know how she feels! Okay, that settles it then, I'll just keep it for one more day.