The Secret Diary of Hermione Granger
~Year Three~
A FanFiction by Arabella
Based on "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban"
by J.K. Rowling
Disclaimer: Its all JKRs, of course. I lay claim to nothing but the personality of Gwen, who is a little miffed about that
and says I have nothing to do with it.
HQoW
July 27
Gwen, its me!
Well, hello! How are you, Hermione? Having a nice summer?
Wonderful. I got some of my new books by owl-order so Id have them to study while Im home and in France. Were leaving in just a few days! Im so excited about it, and Im in such a good mood, because I just got a letter back from Ron. Of course, it did take him a month. I should really be in a foul moodI ran into those bullies from my old school today.
Susie Raviski?
The same. And yes, they made all the usual comments about me- crazy witch, bushy hair, huge front teeth- which actually surprised me, Gwen. I thought theyd still be scared about what happened last summer. But thats all right. This time, for the first time, they couldnt touch a nerve! I felt sorry for them, I really, really did. They dont get to go to Hogwarts, and they dont get to go to France! So I just ignored them, (which bothered them even more than what I did with my wand last summer,) and then when I got home, there was this letter from Ron:
"Dear Hermione,
Well, I tried using Harrys felly number, but I think I botched it. His uncle slammed down the ringer- whadyou call it?- probably due to my shouting so loud. I reckon you dont need to shout into those speakers. But, hey, if theres no magic in it, then how can you hear anyone from so far away if theyre just talking normally? Anyway, dont ring him, I think I got him in trouble.
Things here are fine. Ginnys a lot better now, and Fred and George are making Percy suffer about, you know, what he did with Penelope. He says theyre too young to understand, but then hes just an idiot. Plus today, he got the letter from Hogwarts saying hes Head Boy next year, so now hes going round like an overstuffed peacock. Just what I need.
Whats up in the Muggle world? Got your owl- good thing your parents are letting you come back to Hogwarts, isnt it? My dad says hell explain to them about Dark Arts stuff if you think itll help them calm down. Were going to be in Diagon Alley sometime in the last week of the holidays. If you can be there, then your mum and dad and mine can have a talk, and maybe while theyre distracted, we can sneak off and see Knockturn Alley a minute. And dont pretend you dont want to- theyve got all sorts of good books down there. Theyre just cursed, thats all.
So get your parents to drop you off day before school if you can. Then you can just come to the train with all of us. Im trying to get Harry to come, too, but I think that git uncle of his stops his owls, cause Errol keeps coming back with his beak bent up, probably from ramming into shut windows.
Got to go. Mums making me de-gnome the garden again. Everybody here says hi.
Bye,
Ron"
Gwen, that is a real letter! What happened to him?
Quite an improvement. Are you going to meet them in Diagon Alley?
Yes! Dad says I can stay overnight at the Leaky Cauldron with the Weasleys. Theyll drop me off with all my Hogwarts stuff on August 31st. I hope Harry shows up! I havent heard from him either. I was just getting ready to ring him up, but now I think Id better nothonestly, how difficult can it be to use a telephone, Ron? I hope hes taking Muggle Studies, he needs to. But anyway, other than that, this has just been a perfect summer. Ive gotten in loads of studying, and Im going to be in France in three days!
Where are you going first?
Were taking the Eurostar via the Channel Tunnel to Paris, (under the Channel, Gwen!) and spending the first week there. Then well go down through the Loire Valley, then to Bordeaux and Aix en Provence, then up the western coast to Mont St. Michel, and back to Paris for the chunnel train over to London. Doesnt that sound unreal? Ive always wanted to visit all those places. Id really love to see Nice, too, but Dad says we dont have time and Mum says the south coast is over-priced. Anyway, Im certainly not complaining!
Youll have a marvelous time! Marguerite will be so jealous- may I tell her where youve gone?
Oh, yes, do! Tell her we can chat all about it when I come to Diagon Alley, if she likes. I cant wait! Oh, Ive got to go. Mum and I have been practicing our French together every night, and shes calling for me, because its seven oclock. "Hermione! Allons, il sont sept heures!" Au revoir, Gwen!
A demain.
HQoW
July 31
Gwen! Bonjour!
Weve just arrived in Paris, and its mind-boggling! Ive got to get organized sos not to miss anything. I want to see the Louvre, the Rodin museum, the TuileriesDad says hes heard about this lovely place called Angelinas thats right off the Tuileries, where they serve the most heavenly hot chocolate. Mum frowned- normally they dont give into sugary things, because theyre dentists and all- but she said as its so famous, perhaps we can do it just this once! And then I can pick up the card or a bon-bon or something if they have one, and take it back for Angelina Johnson, since its her namesake! But who Ive definitely got to get presents for while Im here are Harry, Ron and Ginny. Harrys birthdays really soon.
What else, what else.... I have too many guidebooks. Place de la Concorde, the tour boat down the Seine- "Bateaux Parisiens"- and the Sorbonne, and Notre Dame, and Montmartre- the Champs-Elysees and the Eiffel Tower- and I want to take the train out to Versailles and see that village Marie Antoinette had built, and all the gardens
Dearest, go on. If you keep on writing about it, youll never get started. Dont miss a moment.
Okay, I wont! See you later, Gwen!
HQoW
August 7
Gwen, Paris was a dream. Absolument parfait. Ill never forget a moment, and Ive taken loads of pictures. Versailles! The Hall of Mirrors.... the Apollo Fountain.... ooooh. Im willing to bet that some magic went into the building of that place. It seemed almost enchanted
I can tell you unquestionably that it did involve magic. Youre quite right. Where are you now?
Were in the Loire Valley, visiting all the chateaux. Its a lovely, quiet, warm night. This hotel is really nice. Im sitting out on the balcony, looking up at the stars. It makes me think ofGwen, something in the skywait a minute!
Thats funny. I could have sworn I saw Hedwig.
Harrys owl?
Yes. I wish it really were Hedwig, because then I couldwaitit is Hedwig! Shes so snowy, she just blended right in with the moon for a moment, and I couldnt see her! Oh, pretty owl, how wonderful! Just a moment, Gwen, Ive got to tie something to her leg before she flies off.
HQoW
What an amazing pet she is! Ill bet she knew it was time for Harrys birthday. Animals can be really brilliant. Ive had Harrys present here with me for the last few days- I ordered it from an ad in the Daily Prophet (Ive been getting it forwarded to me so I can keep up.) Its a Broomstick Servicing Kit for his Nimbus Two Thousand, and I had no idea how Id ever get it to him in timewhat if itd been opened at customs? Lovely, dear Hedwig! Oh, if I have any extra money this year in Diagon Alley, Im definitely getting an owl. I need a pet, and owls are the best. Im so glad Harrys going to get his present- he says his birthdays with those Dursley people are always really depressing. Well not this year! I wonder if Hedwig will stop and check with Ron, too? But then, the Weasleys have their own owl, Errol, and Percy has Hermes. Although maybe they didnt bring the owls with them.
With them?
Oh, thats right! Gwen, its too wonderful, really. Rons dad won the Daily Prophets Annual Grand Prize Galleon Drawseven hundred galleons! So his whole family gets to spend a month in Egypt, visiting his oldest brother, Bill! Im so jealous! I mean, theres a lot to learn here, of course, and I have managed to dig up a few local witchcraft facts for my History of Magic Essay. But Egypt! All those ancient wizards, the Pyramids, the curses and mummifications- its just so fascinating. Ill bet hes learning loads. I hope he remembers everything, so he can tell me all about it. He looks really happy.
He lookshow do you know that?
Picture of the Weasleys in the Daily Prophet with an article all about their winning, and their trip. I love wizarding photos! All nine of them are standing in front of a pyramid, waving and smiling- I feel like I could almost talk to them. Rons got his pet rat Scabbers on his shoulder and his arm round Ginny- shes looking really well, thats nice to see. Im so glad for them, Gwen. I cant think of anyone Id rather see win seven hundred galleons and go off on holiday.
Theres something else in the latest paper, too, though- something not nice. Its in the Daily Prophet and the regular London Times. Ive never seen anything from the magic world in the Muggle papers before, so I knew it must be very important, and Ive read as much as I can about it. Its frightening.
What is it?
Sirius Black has escaped from the wizard prison, from Azkaban. Apparently hes completely mad and extremely evil. They say he was Voldemorts right hand man. That is, they said so in the Daily Prophet. They say that the day after Voldemort murdered the Potters, tried to kill Harry and lost all his power, Sirius Black let loose in the middle of a regular Muggle street, and blasted a lot of people to smithereens. I guess the biggest part they ever found of anybody was the finger of somebody called Peter Pettigrew. Its sick. The Muggle papers are reporting that a convicted murderer is on the loose in England, and theyve printed a photo of a very gaunt, sallow, black haired man. He is scary looking. Like a skull.
Yes. I know about Sirius Black. Its a horrible story. But Hermione, he couldnt have escaped from Azkaban, its simply impossible- its never been done. There are the most terrible guards
I know. But he did. Its really disturbing.
Gwen, its crazy, but I swear that for a second just then.... I mean, I know that Harrys back in England, and Rons all the way in Egypt, and Im over here in France.... but for a second I had the strongest feeling that we were all thinking about each other at once. Im almost sure of it. Is that because of magic, do you think? I dont really believe in that sort of thingeven though my Divination textbook, "Unfogging the Future", has a short summary on the reality of psychic thought connections. Do you think theyre real?
I think that very strong friendship has its own power. Nothing foggy about that.
I guess. Maybe I just really miss them. France is tres belle, and all that, but theres nowhere Id rather be than Hogwarts. Speaking of which, youll have to excuse me. I need to stay on schedule with my studies. The more I can do in advance, the better off I'll be when term begins.
Then youre still determined to take all those new classes?
Mais oui! So far, Arithmancy is my favorite, but all my textbooks are really exciting. Im working my way through my Muggle Studies one right now, and its so funny to see the normal world Im used to through the magical perspective. Just like Ron with the telephoneI mean, whats obvious to me seems almost like magic to him! I think thats neat. Oh, but Ive gotten off track again. No more writing for me. Ive got to study. Goodnight.
HQoW
August 19
Ooooh, Gwen.
Im in Bordeaux, and we went to an amazing restaurant last night, called Le Charivari. It was so chic. I had a sort of shellfish stew calledwait, let me check my dictionarybouillabaisse. Its very nice. Also, Mum and Dad let me taste some wine with them! Mum wasnt going to let me, but Dad laughed and said, "French children customarily drink wine, and Im sure Hermione is mature enough to try a bit." So Mum gave in, but only barely. Anyway, I got to taste it. It made my tongue all cottony. Im not sure what the point is, to be honest with you, but I did feel quite grown-up.
I have to pack you up now, though. Were leaving for Aix a day early because were trying to squeeze in a day at the beach on the Riviera after all! Ill write you from there. Bye!
HQoW
August 23
Bienvenue a la Cote dAzur, Gwen!
Whats that, now?
Welcome to the Blue Coast, the Riviera! Im on the beach in my swimsuit. Its very uncomfortable as the sand down by the Hotel Eden is all rocks, but its also very pretty out here, so Im trying to bear it. Ugh, Im all sticky and soapy smelling because Mum made me put cream on. I dont burn, so I dont know why she makes me wear it. We start back up the coast tomorrow, and then Mont St. Michel, and then home. And then only four days to get all ready for school! Im trying not to panic. I want to enjoy every last minute of this trip.
Aix en Provence was quaint and cobblestoned, all little shops and latticed windows. There was an outdoor market where we got lunch, and then we hiked up Montagne Sainte-Victoire. Its only an hour climb, but its really exhausting, so I was surprised to find, at the top, that theres a sort of ruined shrine, with lots of stone columns and statues and things, and a sort of rock cabin built into the cliff. I couldnt help but wonder how it all got up there. No one could have carried those statues that high, and there are no roads leading to the top. I really think it was magic. Its so funny, Gwen, but I can spot magic in the Muggle world from a mile away now, whereas before, when I didnt know I was a witch, Id have never noticed anything.
Ive got to add that shrine thing into my History of Magic essay. Ive already revised it nine times, and its two rolls of parchment more than Professor Binns asked for, but I dont want to leave anything out. However, I think Ill go back up to the hotel to work on it. These stupid pebbles are all sticking to my sunscreen lotion, and its impossible to settle down out here. Im going inside, Gwen. See you soon.
HQoW
August 29
Gwen!
Back in England- no time- leaving for school the day after tomorrow- owl from Ron- meeting the Weasleys Sunday morning for sure- still no word from Harry- still havent packed, or finished studying, or anything- Ill visit you at Miss Vauclains in two days- I cant wait- Bye!
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{ACTUAL EXCERPTS FROM THE DIARY HEADQUARTERS AT THE ENCHANTED STATIONERS IN DIAGON ALLEY, LONDON, AUGUST 31st}
Hello, everyone! Its Hermione Granger again. Is Gwen around?
Well, well! If it iz not ze little cherie oo spends her olidays in France! And did you love it, or non?
Mais oui, Marguerite, I adored it. I went all over. Where were you from?
Just outside ze city of Paris, at ze palace. You visited Versailles I ope?
Yes, I did go! You lived there?
I waz a lady in waiting for Madame la Princess of France, Marie Antoinette. We were all beheaded in ze revolution, you know. I would av escaped, but zey took me in my sleep, and I did not av my wand.
Oh, how horrid! But Versailles was very beautiful, and at least you got to live there before you were beheaded.
Hermione, its Gwen!
Gwen! Ive brought Ginny Weasley, if youd like to meet her.
Yes, of course! Hello, Ginny. How are you, my dear? Are you...
Im fine. Its all right, I know youve heard all about me. Hermione told me she wrote you about the Chamber of Secrets.
Yes. Im very glad youre safe.
Thank you. Im very glad Hermione knows where you keep your brain. Its comforting to see all this. I rather miss having a diary...just not that one.
I imagine you do. One day, youll keep another. What are you two doing this morning?
Weve just woken up, and come down to visit you right off- Ive been looking forward to it all summer! My mum and dad are talking to Hermiones parents over breakfast, helping them understand Dark Arts and things. My brothers are all still sleeping except Percy, but hes busy polishing his Head Boy badge, and we didnt really want him to come anyway- just us girls this morning- you know.
I certainly do. And how was Egypt?
It was good! I miss Bill, and it was so nice to see him- hes my eldest brother, if you didnt know, and hes really brilliant- hes a curse-breaker at Gringotts over there. He showed us round the Pyramids and things. Mum wasnt going to let me into see into some of the scariest tombs, but Fred helped me sneak past her. Anyway, Ive seen scarier.
True. Well, its a pleasure to meet you, finally. Keep an eye on Hermione for me, Ginny. Dont let her lose her head over all these new classes.
Oh! Well, Ill try, but you know how smart she is- dont you think shell be all right? I really dont know how I could possibly stop her anyway
Gwen! I saw that! This is a public diary, dont forget. Dont make Ginny worried, I told you, Im going to be fine, and you know that Ive studied and studied all summer. Im quite prepared for everything.
Hermione, hanini, youve come again! What a nice surprise. I have to say, I was very worried when you disappeared for two months last year! I knew you must be very ill when we didnt hear about the Quidditch matches. Gwen was extremely upset.
Its all solved now, though, Cassie. Hopefully this year, Ill be awake for every match!
Oh, yes, I hope so! Its been far too long since weve had one of your Quidditch stories, hanini qalbi.
Qalbi?
Miss Granger, it is I, Argo, at your humble service. Truly, you grace us with your presence. Such a clever witch as you are, who can outwit even a Basilisk
Hi, Argo.
And you bring another witch to us as well? The brave young Miss Weasley, is it not, who has withstood the forces of the Dark Lord himself? Ladies, you stagger me with your
Argo, really. Thats enough now.
We cant stay anyway, Gwen. Sorry, Argo! We told our parents wed be back up to have breakfast with them in a minute. This was so much fun! Ill write again tonight. Bye, everyone!
All right, Hermione- Im so glad you could come down again. See you soon. And goodbye, Ginny!
Goodbye, Gwen.Ill keep an eye on Hermione
.Thank you, dear.
HQoW
August 31
Well, Gwen, one day back in the magical world, and already a million things have happened. My mum and dad left me with the Weasleys this morning. Ginny and I are sharing a room at the Leaky Cauldron- shes right here next to me, already fast asleep. Im tired, too, but I just have to tell you everything.
After my parents left, Ron and I went to do our school shopping and look for Harry. Rons dad told us Harry was staying in the Leaky Cauldron, too. Hes been in Diagon Alley for two whole weeks, because he inflated his Aunt Marge, and ran away from home.
He what? His aunt? With magic? Oh, no.
I know. He inflated her. She was saying nasty things about his parents, and he just blew her right up, no wand or anything. And then he grabbed up all his school things, and ran away from the Dursleys house. He caught the Knight Bus- I guess its some sort of taxi service for wizards, Im going to have to look it up- and came to Diagon Alley. Cornelius Fudge, our Minister of Magic, met him here and told him to stay at the Leaky Cauldron until school starts. I mean, I cant believe he didnt get in any trouble! We cant ever do magic outside of school! Seriously, hes really lucky not to be expelled.
Anyway, as Rons dad works at the Ministry, he knew all about what Harryd done, and he told us after breakfast that he was in the Leaky Cauldron. We ran right up to his room, but he was already gone out, so we went off looking for him. On the way, we got our books (two huge bags full for me, Gwen. I only barely have room in my trunk!) One book was particularly odd- the "Monster Book of Monsters" for Care of Magical Creatures class. It bites. Literally, its a mad book, and it tries to snap your hands right off. I had to tie twine around mine so it wouldnt tear my other books apart. Who on earth would assign that?
After that, we went to Ollivanders Wand Shop, because Ron was getting a new wand to replace his broken one from last year. Its so interesting, buying a wand, because Mr. Ollivander is so particular- it has to be just perfect- no two are ever alike. I remember when I first held mine. I knew it was mine. It made my fingers tingle, there was a surge of silver sparks, and I felt like it was just an extension of my arm- like a limb had been missing. All my life, I knew there was something peculiar and powerful happening in me, but I hadnt been able to name it- and there it was. Its a wonderful feeling, Gwen, isnt it?
Yes. I remember that.
The wand that chose Ron this time is really long- its fourteen inches- but it fits him. Hes even taller this year, and hes all freckly from that hot sun in Egypt. Im very brown from travelling all summer, too. He asked about France, and I told him it was very nice. I asked about Egypt, and he said hed seen "cool mutant mummies that had grown extra heads." I took that to mean that hed enjoyed himself.
When wed done with shopping and still hadnt seen hide nor hair of Harry, we decided to get ice creams at Fortescues, and wait outside to see if hed pass by. (Mmmmm, Fortescues is marvelous. One good thing about Mum and Dad being gone is that no one tells me not to eat sugar!) Anyway, when Harry finally did walk by, Ron and I both started hollering so loud we practically spit out whole mouthfuls! I laughed so hard- Gwen, Harry hurried right over- I just love reunions. We hadnt skipped a beat, really. Harry told us about inflating his aunt, Ron laughed, I scolded him- its the same as always, and its perfect. Of course they had to get on my nerves about having so many books "What are you doing Muggle Studies for? Youre Muggle-born, your mum and dad are Muggles, you already know all about Muggles-" but I did like you told me to, and changed the subject.
Once wed said our hellos and Harry had gotten himself an ice cream, I wanted to go get one last thing. My birthdays in September, and Mum and Dad gave me some money to buy myself an early birthday present. Ron said, "How about a nice book?" But I just ignored him and said, "No, I dont think so. I really want an owl." And I did. Ive been wanting an owl for about a year. So we all went over to the Magical Menagerie together, because Ron wanted to get some kind of rat tonic for Scabbers, whos been looking really sick since all that travelling in Egypt, plus hes really old. He used to be Percys, before Percy got Hermes.
Anyway, Ron slapped Scabbers on the counter to get some advice about him, while I looked round to find the right owl. They were hooting and fluttering, and there were some lovely snowy ones that reminded me of Hedwig, but none of them seemed to be mine, you know? Id go up to them and coo, but I was waiting for some kind of special connection, or sign, and none came. The witch behind the counter was getting rat tonic for Scabbers, and I was just about to go and ask her opinion. But suddenly, an enormous, orange cat propelled itself down from what seemed like the ceiling, and tried to pounce Ron and Scabbers!
It all happened in a flash- there was a loud crash, Scabbers fled the cat, Ron and Harry chased after him, and a minute later, cool as anything, the orange cat came strolling back through the door. He leapt up on the counter next to me, and looked right at me, as if he was waiting for something. I said, "Hello there, who are you?" The witch behind the counter said, "That theres Crookshanks. Nobody wants that one. Cranky. Been here for ages." Crookshanks gave a truly pitiful meowGwen, I swear, he knew what was going on. I laughed and said, "Dont try to fool me, Crookshanks- youre not a sweet little kitten, are you?" He nuzzled my hand with the top of his head as if to say, "Yes, I am." So I scratched his ears. Before I could stop him, he leapt into my arms and began to purr. He was gorgeous! The witch behind the counter was shocked. "Never seen that cat friendly to anyone," she said. "Thats a right miracle."
He was mine-- I knew it the same way I knew with my wand. "Ill take him," I said. And so I have a cat! Oh, hes just wonderful. Why would I ever want an owl? My little Crookshanks, my little kitty- hes curled up at the foot of the bed with his big ginger tail flopped across Ginnys heel. She loves him too. We cuddled him to pieces tonight. Ron doesnt like him, though, and hes not happy I bought a cat who pounced him on the head and tried to attack Scabbers. Well, Crookshanks is a cat, Gwen. Of course hes going to attack Scabbers, who is a rat. Honestly. Anyway, hell be in my dormitory, and the rat will be in Rons, and I dont see how there could be a problem.
I hardly know how I lugged all my books and Crookshanks back to the Leaky Cauldron. We got to the bar and met Mr. Weasley, who was reading more about Sirius Black in the Daily Prophet. Blacks still at large, and its been three weeks now. He most definitely did break out of Azkaban. To be honest, I dont know much about the wizard prison, but from what Ive read about the guards there, it seems they scare most people senseless. Everyone at the Ministry, including Rons dad, has been pulled off their normal jobs to try and track down Black, but Mr. Weasley says itll be an Azkaban guard that gets him in the end. I hope somebody does. Im glad were going to be at Hogwarts tomorrow. Theres no safer place in the world than wherever Dumbledore happens to be.
Im very glad youre returning to school, too.
Were leaving early. The Ministrys sending cars as a favor to Mr. Weasley, since there are such a load of us. Oh, its so good to see everyone again! Fred and George were the same as ever, trouncing round and cracking a thousand jokes. Percys very formal this year, and very pleased to be Head Boy. I would be, too, if I were him, and I wish the rest would stop making fun of his badgealthough I do find it funny that hes calling Penelope Clearwater his girlfriend now. I think Ron stole his badge or something- I can hear the two of them hollering at each other through the wall behind me. Goodness. And Ginny.... well, what did you think of her?
She seemed like a lovely young lady.
Mm-hmm. And for the most part shes lots of fun, but she still gets really tongue-tied with Harry. She walked in tonight from shopping with her mum, saw Harry, turned pink, and stopped speaking. I used to think she was just like that, but shes not at all shy when its just us- she had plenty to say about you this morning. She thinks youre wonderful.
How nice!
Well, you are. But you know, Harry doesnt even seem to notice how much she likes him. Youd think he could hardly miss something so obvious. But then again, some people just arent sensitive to those sorts of things.
But
you are, though.Yes, I hang on ooooh, that gives me the chills. Im gooseflesh all over.
What happened?
Ginny muttered in her sleep-- "Please, let me go up--" and then she tossed on her pillow. Its spooky to hear a person talk in her sleep, isnt it? Especially so clearly, as if shes awake. I guess shes still having nightmares about what happened to her last year- Mrs. Weasley took me aside after dinner and told me this might happen. She told me to come and fetch her if it gets really bad. Whats really bad though?
Ooooh, this is making me uneasy. She just muttered, "No, Tom, dont you cant be Him---"
Thats very unsettling, yes.
It must have been horrifying down there in that Chamber. Oh, poor thing, how awful! Should I wake her? Should I go and get Mrs. Weasley? Shes practically crying, Gwen, I think Id better do something
Oh, Crookshanks! Good cat! Hes purring to her, and I think its making her dream nicer things! He just ran up the bed and curled himself between our pillows near her ear- hes so smart. Yes, Crookshanks, thats my clever boy, help Ginny sleep- he has the loveliest purr, Gwen, its such a soothing sound. Look at that! Ginnys hands were in fists a second ago, but now shes completely relaxed them-- and she was breathing really fast, but now shes let out a little sigh...
I love my cat. Im so happy! Ill write you tomorrow when Im at Hogwarts!! Goodnight, Gwen.
Goodnight, Hermione.
HQoW
September 1
Gwen, well be at Hogwarts in ten minutes, and something really dreadfuls just happened- how can I tell you fast enough?
Just go.
Sirius Black is after Harry. Harry overheard Mr. Weasley saying so last night, and he told Ron and me when we got on the train. Before Black escaped from Azkaban, he was heard muttering in his sleep, "Hes at Hogwarts, hes at Hogwarts"!!!! Thats why Harry didnt get into trouble for blowing up his aunt- Cornelius Fudge was just relieved to find him alive. Thats why the Ministry sent cars to take us to Kings Cross- they didnt want Harry unprotected. Its awful.
Harry told us everything in this compartment on the train, where I am now. We were all alone except for a teacher, but it didnt matter he was here, because he was asleep the whole time. Professor R.J. Lupin- it says so on his briefcase- and he must be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor because, well, there arent any other vacancies, are there? I was thinking to myself that hed better be pretty good, what with Black on the loose, when suddenly, Professor Lupin had a chance to prove himself. These things called dementors came onto the train.
They didnt!
They did. We were just going along normally, when suddenly the train slowed to a halt and the lights went out. The storm outside didnt help matters much- it was pitch black. Everyone stumbled around- Neville fell into our compartment and squashed Crookshanks- Ginny smacked into me and sat on Harryand then all at once, Professor Lupin was awake, and on his feet, with some kind of fire in his hand. There was just enough light for us to watch as our compartment door slid open, and a tall, looming, hooded..... thing..... came gliding through the door.
Instantly the room was colder than ice, and I felt a wave of incredible sadness come over me- the way I used to feel back in Muggle school when Id get teased and laughed at. I felt awful, sick, like Id never be cheerful again. I couldnt think about anything- I didnt even care enough to go for my wand.
But Lupin told the hooded thing that none of us were hiding Sirius Black under our robes, (they must have been searching the train for Black,) and he shot a silvery cloud out of his wand at it, and the thing turned and floated away.
The lights came on. Harry was unconscious on the floor. He came to right away, and asked who was screaming. Nobody was screaming, Gwen. The cold in the room slowly went away, but everybody still looked freezing and pale. Lupin told us that the thing was one of the dementors of Azkaban, gave us chocolate to eat (I guess thats the remedy against dementors or something) and walked out to talk with the driver.
We hauled Harry back up into his seat. He was upset that hed passed out. Nobody else had- though I noticed Neville looked pretty shaken, and Ginny looked nearly as bad as Harry. When she gave a sob, I left Harry and went to put my arm around her. What was that thing? Why did it have that effect on everybody?
Professor Lupin came back a minute ago, and nobodyd touched the chocolate hed given us. I reckon none of us really trusts anybody who says theyre a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. But Lupin smiled and said he hadnt poisoned it, and after what he did with the dementor, its hard not to take his word. We ate it- and its so funny, but do you know the chocolate really works? The cold was sort of wiped from my body.
Thats it for now. The train is stopping- oh, were at school, were at school, thank goodness! Theres more, Gwen, but I have to tell you later. I have to get inside Hogwarts before I burst.
HQoW
Sorry to cut off like that earlier, Gwen.
Thats all right. How is Harry? How are all of you?
Were fine. Things are a lot better, now that were at school. A lot better. Ive got my Time-Turner! But let me start from the beginning, because Gwen, I left so much out before. I didnt even get to finish telling you about Diagon Alley.
This morning was really nice, saying goodbye to the Weasleys and all. At breakfast, before all the boys came downstairs, Mrs. Weasley was actually telling Ginny and I about a Love Potion she made once when she was in school! It was so funny to hear a mum talking about stuff like that, and all three of us were in a fit of giggles. Shes fun. (Plus, I think it made Ginny feel better about Harry, because at platform nine and three-quarters, I actually saw her smile at him.) Mrs. Weasley even kissed me goodbye when she put us all on the train. I really like her. She talked with my mum about everything that happened last year, and it helped so much. Now Mum says shes going to send owls to Mrs. Weasley whenever she has a concern, and Im glad! Its comforting to know that she has a grown-up friend in the wizarding world- Dad and Mr. Weasley get on well, too, and I think my parents really need that.
But ugh, Ron. Our parents might get on, but he is not being nice to Crookshanks, and hed better stop pushing him around. When I let Crookshanks out of his basket, on the train, he jumped up into Rons lap, which I thought was sweet. He just wanted to make friends, Gwen. But oh no, Scabbers was in Rons pocket. Rons never given a care to Scabbers before- always going on about how hes old and shabby and useless and missing a toe and everything- but now suddenly hes acting all protective- he just doesnt like Crookshanks for landing on his head back in the shop! So when Crookshanks jumped up on his knees, Ron took the opportunity to shove my cat onto the floor. I said, "Ron, dont!" But he just turned up his nose at me and cupped a hand around the rat in his pocket as if he were fully justified. And that was right after our chat about Hogsmeade, which also made me mad.
Hogsmeade?
Its marvelous! At least, Ive read that it is. Hogsmeade is the only completely non-Muggle settlement in all Britain, and third years and above can go into the Hogsmeade village on outings! We all got our permission slips signed this summer, andoh, Gwen. Harry cant go. Thats the thing.
What? Why not?
The Dursleys wouldnt sign his form.
Oh, but how unfair! Simply because they Dursleys dont like him hes being held behind? Well, surely someone else will give him permission
Nobody will. He even asked the Minister of Magic. Nobody wants him out where Sirius Black can get at him. And I say thats probably safest. Maybe he shouldnt go to Hogsmeade until Black is caught. But Ron said--
Well, still! Thats just a crime. He should sneak out and go.
Gwen!
Youre as bad as Ron! Thats exactly what he said! That, and then some rubbish about Black not being able to hurt Harry "if were with him." Rons not thinking. Sirius Black blew apart a whole street full of Muggles. He slew thirteen people with one curse, and hes practically Voldemorts successor. Hes not going to care if were there or not, hell just kill all three of us. But nobody can sneak out anyway, weve got those horrid dementor things posted all around our school, standing guard in case Black tries to come here.The Azkaban guards are stationed at Hogwarts? I dont like that a bit.
Nobody else does, either. Dumbledore told us at the feast tonight. The dementors are here all year. And no one can get past them, with a disguise, or with an Invisibility Cloak, so theres not going to be any Hogsmeade for Harry. He wouldnt dare go by those dementors. They really affect him badly. First he passed out on the train when that one came into our compartment-
Well, I hardly blame him for that.
True, but then when we drove through the gates into Hogwarts, we had to pass a couple of the dementor-guards, and these ones were all the way outside, yards and yards away from the carriages. But as we passed them, I saw Harry almost faint back against his seat, looking very sick again. At that point I still had my arm around Ginny, and she turned her head and leaned on me until we had lost sight of the dementors completely-- she doesnt do well with them, either. And Neville was very, very pale- but then hes easily frightened. I only felt a little cold when we saw them the second time, not bad at all, and Ron didnt look upset by them, either. I guess they only affect us when theyre really close up.
Of course, when Malfoy heard that Harryd fainted, he started right in. Cant have one nice day back with Malfoy. "You fainted, Potter? You actually fainted? Did the scary old dementors frighten you, too, Weasley?" I hate him. He made a crack about Rons family on the train- as usual about their being poor- and I just wanted to kill him. Who cares if the Weasleys are poor- theyre wonderful people- anyway Id rather live at the bottom of a well than have to live in Malfoys house. Ron says hes not going to take any of Malfoys... well.... crap this year. I hope that doesnt mean hes going to fight him. But I do hate Malfoy. Hes the only thing I didnt miss about Hogwarts.
Well, except Snape. I certainly didnt miss himhes going to be even fouler this year, I can tell already. He really wanted that Defense Against the Dark Arts job when Professor Lockhart got dismissed, but he didnt get it, and he looked like he wanted to strangle Professor Lupin when Dumbledore introduced him to all of us at the feast tonight. Ive never seen Snape look that way at anybody but Harry- like he might slip poison in his cup at any moment and happily watch him die- but thats how he looked at Professor Lupin.
Not that anybody else was very excited to welcome Lupin. Everybody here is sick and tired of getting to know new Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, only to find out theyre really psychopaths, or idiots. But everybody from my compartment on the train, who saw the way Lupin handled that dementor, applauded really hard for him.
But Gwen, thats nothing to the way we clapped for the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher. Professor Dumbledore announced that Professor Kettleburn had retired, and that the new Professor, the one who had assigned us the biting, mad "Monster Book of Monsters" (I mean, we should have guessed,) was
HAGRID!!!
Oh, thats wonderful!
Yes! Ever since he got cleared with the Ministry for all those crimes that Tom Riddle committed, hes allowed to do magic again, and hes been promoted! Hes going to be our teacher! Ive never been so proudyou should have seen himhe sobbed all over his tablecloth he was so happy. I nearly cried myself. What a perfect start to the year!
The only thing I missed was the Sorting, which I am sorry about. Harry missed it, too. Professor McGonagall took us up to her office right when we got to Hogwarts, so we missed the start of the feast. I knew why I was in her office, but I didnt know what she wanted with Harry. Maybe to yell at him about blowing up his aunt, I thought, but that wasnt the reason. Madam Pomfrey came along as well- they both just wanted to make sure that Harry had recovered from his fainting spell. He was really annoyed- Madam Pomfrey called him "delicate", and after getting jibed by Malfoy, I think that was the last thing Harry really wanted to hear. He took the chocolate they gave him and went out in the hall with Madam Pomfrey, looking very irritated.
The whole time that was happening, though, I was only half-listening. My eyes were glued to a long, blue velvet jewelry box, sitting at the side of Professor McGonagalls desk.
My Time-Turner. She gave it to me, along with a very stern reminder of the rules Im to follow. Then she said, "All your third year professors have been apprised of the special circumstances, Miss Granger. However, I warn you here and now, you are not to use any excuse of being overburdened with work. Your assignments are to be completed in a timely and thorough manner. You will be graded as evenly as the other students, and your course load will not be taken into consideration. This is your choice, and no one elses. Is that clear?" It was a very sharp speech, Gwen, but Professor McGonagall couldnt help but smile at the end of it, when she put the box in my hand. "This should be an edifying experience. I look forward to seeing what you make of it." And then she took Harry and I back down to the feast.
The Time-Turner is here, in my drawer. Ill be using it tomorrow for the first time at 10 oclock AM, when Ill be turning back from Arithmancy to Muggle Studies, and then again at 10 AM, when I turn back for Divination. AT 10 AM, I have Transfiguration. Then I turn back at 11 AM for Ancient- no, I dont- yes I do. Ancient Runes. Then I have lunch- oh, no, wait. Then I have Herbology, then I have lunch. No, no, Im right. Its lunch first, then.... Care of Magical Creatures. Yes.
Ah, a nice, light first morning back at school.
Gwen, if you cant say anything nice
All right, all right. But please get some sleep- the least you can do is start out with one full night of rest.
I will. But Ive just realized that Im going to have to draw up a chart of these classes to carry around with me- I thought I could keep it all in my head, but Im going to need to be very careful. I dont want to walk into a class where Im already sitting! It would scare everybody. Okay. But Im going to be fine, Gwen, really
Oh, heres my clever cat! Hello, Crookshanks! Hes such a soft little softy, isnt he, sitting on my lap- I told him to go check on Ginny and he understood me, honestly. He ran right into the second years dormitory. Isnt he wonderful? Goodness its nice to be back in my four-poster. Its nice to say goodnight to Parvati and Lavender. Its nice to be home. Night, Gwen.
HQoW
September 2
Gwen?
Yes?
Im in a bad mood.
And why is that?
Well, Ron said something mean. But it isnt important.
Arent you going to tell me?
Well, if you must know, its Divination class. All my other classes were perfect- I dont know how I ever managed before without a Time-Turner- I had a very fulfilling day. I love Arithmancy, Ancient Runes is really fascinating, Muggle Studies is an awakening for me, and the third year levels of my other classes are shaping up to be excellent so far.
Except Divination with Professor Trelawney, who looks like an insect and says I have no aura.
No... aura.
Yes. She had us reading tea-leaves, using the symbol guides in our textbooks to interpret what we saw. At first that sounded reasonable, so I really tried to find symbols and translate their meanings. But in the back of my mind I felt irritated somehow- Professor Trelawneys voice was all floaty, like she was trying to hypnotize us, and there was all this incense smoke. Suddenly I realized that what I was actually doing wasnt Divination. It was making a guess about the future, based on a bunch of soggy brown stuff in the bottom of a cup. As soon as I looked at it that way, I couldnt bring myself to take it seriously.
Thats when Professor Trelawney picked up Harrys cup, and started reading the symbols. Ron hadnt been able to see anything, but somehow she saw a falcon, and told Harry that means he has a mortal enemy. "But everyone knows that," I heard myself say. She stared at me. "Well, they do," I said. "Everybody knows about Harry and You-Know-Who."
Gwen, Ive never contradicted a teacher before- not like that. My tone of voice was... well, it was sort of back-talky. I heard myself, but I didnt really believe it. Neither did Harry and Ron- they were both looking at me like they didnt recognize me. But I knew I was right, Gwen. Trelawney wasnt making a prediction, she was stating a given. We learned all about givens in Arithmancy today- theyre the obvious part of the equation. Professor Trelawney was only stating the obvious.
But she kept on with all her drama. She screamed- Neville broke a cup- and said shed seen the omen of death in Harrys tea leaves. Shed seen the Grim. Everybody was horrified. Except for me. I walked around behind her, looked in the cup, and said, "I dont think it looks like a Grim." She glared at me and told me that she "perceives very little aura around me," and that I have no "receptiveness to the resonances of the future." Thats not trueI do too! I can feel things if I want. I just dont see death omens in a bunch of wet spices, so pardon me. I dont care. I dont like her. Professor McGonagall doesnt either- she said that Trelawney predicts the death of a student every single year and none of them ever die, so I dont know why Ron was giving me such a hard time at lunch.
What did he say?
Well, we were fighting about the Grim. Harry thinks he saw one the night he ran away from the Dursleys, and Rons all worried about him- he thinks Trelawneys prediction is the truth. I think it was just a stray dog. Goodness, thats all a Grim is, anyway- a big, black dog. If thats the omen of death, I should be dead a hundred times. Who hasnt seen a big, black dog? But Ron was all tied up in knots about it- I suppose its a very serious sign in the wizarding world- and when I called Divination a lot of wooly guesswork, he burst out, "Professor Trelawney said you didnt have the right aura! You just dont like being bad at something for a change!"
Were not speaking. Im not bad at anything.
Ah.
Were just sitting up here in Gryffindor, side by side, ignoring each other and trying to concentrate on our homework. I have to stop writing, Ive got so much to do. But I cant think straight when things are like this. It didnt help that Crookshanks was down here a second ago he was just walking around, but Ron gave me a Look. I didnt want to get into it with him, so I just took my cat upstairs and handed him over to Ginny for a minute. She understands. She knows how Ron gets. I wish hed apologize, though, because there are other things to worry about- like Hagrid.
What happened to Hagrid?
Oh, Draco Malfoy only ruined his first ever Care of Magical Creatures class. We have to share those classes with that horrid bunch of Slytherins all year long. First Malfoy made fun of the biting monster books, then he called Hagrid an oaf, and then he managed to get himself attacked by a hippogriff. Wish hed gotten himself killed. Hagrid had us working with the hippogriffs- giant, eagle-headed horses with huge wings and sharp talons. Theyre rather fearsome. Youre never supposed to insult them- you have to bow, and if they bow back, then you can pet them and ride them.
Harry, very bravely, went first. He bowed to a hippogriff named Buckbeak, and Buckbeak bowed back, so Harry was able to ride him. Then Malfoy had a go of it, saying that anything Harry could do had to be pretty easy, so the hippogriffs mustnt be very difficult to work with after all. And then he said something very stupid to Buckbeak- "Youre not dangerous, are you? Are you, you ugly brute?" That idiot insulted a hippogriff.
In a flash, Buckbeak had lashed out and sliced Malfoys arm wide open. Malfoy fell down, bleeding, and started to holler that hed been killed. Hagrid wrestled Buckbeak into a collar, picked up Malfoy, and ran off to the hospital wing. Pansy Parkinson ran after them- I think she actually fancies Malfoy. Disgusting thought. Anyway, Gwen, that was a really bad thing to happen in Hagrids first class, especially because Malfoy and his father both hate Hagrid, and I just know theyll try and bring charges against him. But why didnt Malfoy listen? Hagrid told us flat out not to insult the hippogriffs- everybody else heard him- weve got a whole class of Gryffindor witnesses, if the Slytherins wont tell the truth.
Thats why Im so worried. I dont want Hagrid to be fired. The only thing Ive said to Ron all day is "They wouldnt fire him, would they?" And the only thing hes said to me is, "Theyd better not."
Oh, Gwen-- Harrys just noticed theres a light on in Hagrids window, and Ron wants to go down and visit him. I guess they cant concentrate on their homework, either. I do want to check on Hagrid.... but Harrys not supposed to go wandering around at night because of Sirius Black, so I dont think
"Im allowed to walk across the grounds," Harry just said to me. I swear, I dont believe in Divination, but Gwen, sometimes we three can read each others minds. But I dont want to go with Ron, he never said he was sorry.
Although, he must be talking to me again! "Arent you going to come, Hermione? Here, Ill do that." Now hes helping me stack up all my books
They
do seem to read your mind. Thats something like a reasonable apology.Yes oh, Im glad were not going to be mad with each otherIm glad weve got Hagrid to think about. I guess were going down to the cabin. Ill tell you later how it goes. Bye.
HQoW
September 3
Hi, Gwen.
Hagrid wasnt doing very well when we got down there, poor thing. He was very drunk, and fairly sure hed be fired first thing this morning, (so far, though, he hasnt been.) Harry and Ron said theyd be witnesses against Malfoy, and Hagrid nearly crushed them in a hug, while I took his tankard away and watched him stick his head in the water barrel to sober up. Hes so disappointed about his first lesson. Its awful to see Hagrid upset. But he stopped being upset and got angry a moment later, once hed drenched his head and realized what was happening. He took one look at the three of us, and towed us all right back up to the castle, lecturing Ron and me for letting Harry wander around at night. I told them.
Its all Malfoys fault. Drat Malfoy. He wasnt in any classes today; hes faking that his arms still ruined. As if Madam Pomfrey cant mend a babyish little cut like his in two seconds. Pansy Parkinson wont shut up about it either- every meal all I hear from her over at the Slytherin table is that Hagrid is a "worthless fool" and that Malfoy is being "so brave." Its enough to make me stop eating, it really is.
Im not mad about Divination anymore, though, Gwen.
Good. What happened?
Oh, nothing. Its just I dont have time to be worried about whether Im any good at telling fortunes. Ive got six other classes homework ahead of me tonight, and Id better get started. See you.
HQoW
September 6
Finally, a Saturday!
Difficult week, was it?
Not at all difficult, just very full. Ive been looking forward to a free day so I can catch up on my studies and tell you all thats happened.
First off, let me tell you how amazing this Time-Turner is. I flip the hourglass, and its like time dissolves, and Im flying backwards really, really fast- and then Im an hour back in time! All I have to do is consult my chart to confirm that Im off to the right class, and be sure Ive got all the right books in my bag every morning so I dont make myself late. Its easy! My bag is taking a beating, though. I cant seem to stuff everything into it, and one of the seams split open on Thursday, after Potions, (ugh, Potions, remind me to tell you,) so I asked Ron to hold my books so I could try and fix the tear.
Gwen, I think Rons on to me. I made a little mistake going back to Arithmancy and ended up disappearing and reappearing too close together, but I reappeared at the bottom of the stairs when Id just been at the top- its confusing. Anyway, Ron noticed. Hes already said several little things about my schedule, and asks me questions every day about how Im getting to all my classes. And then, as he was holding my books, he saw that I was carrying about seven that I couldnt be using that day. Well, of course I was using them, but he didnt see how that was possible. I wish hed quit asking about it- its hard to ignore him.
Hell get tired of asking after awhile. Hermione, Im reminding you; what happened in your Potions class?
Nothing good. Malfoys still babying his stupid arm, and so Snape made Ron and Harry prepare all his potion ingredients for him. All the time Malfoy was making nasty cracks about how his fathers going to get Hagrid fired; I heard him saying it from three cauldrons away. And Pansy Parkinson, "How is it, Draco? Does it hurt much?" Sickening. Then Malfoy started going on about Sirius Black a Muggle woman sighted him nearby to Hogwarts, Gwen! And Malfoy was saying that if he were Harry, hed be out looking for Black, he wouldnt be such a coward as to stay in school- hed want revenge. I dont know what hes talking about. Black hasnt done anything to Harry... yet. Ron said hes probably just trying to make Harry do something stupid, and I agree. Its so unfair that Snape wont shut Malfoy up. If any of us Gryffindors were to taunt the Slytherins like that, wed all be docked points.
Speaking of which, I lost five points.
What did you do?
Me? I never do anything. Snapes just a foul, sour, bitter man, and he likes to pick on people. He was picking on Neville, because his potion was a total disaster- it was orange, but Shrinking Solutions are supposed to be acid green. I asked if I might be allowed to help Neville fix it, but Snape just told me to quit showing off. He told Neville that at the end of class, hed feed some of the potion to Trevor the toad, no matter what color it turned out to be. Well what was I going to do, let Snape poison Nevilles pet? I whispered instructions to him for the rest of the class period, and thankfully, nothing bad happened to Trevor. But Snape took five points because Id assisted without permission. Beastly, horrible teacher.
But oh, Gwen! Guess whos not horrible- guess whos wonderful- for the first time ever- our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! What Professor Lupin did to the dementor on the train was only the beginning- he really knows what hes talking about- his class is everybodys favorite already, and weve only had it once! It was a real Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and I actually learned something. He brought in a real live boggart for us to tackle! A true practical lesson- I almost died of happiness. When I answered him correctly that a boggart is a shape-shifter that becomes the thing you fear most, Professor Lupin said he couldnt have put it any better himself, and he gave me five points, so Ive come out even! I like him.
You
like him?I dont like him, like him. Honestly, Gwen, hes a teacher.
Well, its happened before, hasnt it?
I am ignoring you, and changing the subject. Where was I? Oh yes, Professor Lupin, whom I think is a very good teacher, let everybody have a try at tackling the boggart. Everybody except Harry and me, that is. I was a little disappointed not to get to try it- but not too much. I dont know what I fear most, just like I didnt know what I thought Id see in the Mirror of Erised. I think it would really surprise me. Ron said that my boggart would probably be a piece of homework that got nine out of ten, but what does he know about my deepest fear? Would it be the Monster of Slytherin, from last year? Is it getting pulled out of Hogwarts by Mum and Dad? How could a boggart do that? I dont know. Anyway, watching everybody else fight it was really exciting!
Nevilles was priceless, Gwen. Lupin asked him what he feared the most, and he said Professor Snape, which made us all laugh- even himself. Sure enough, when Lupin let out the boggart, it took the shape of Professor Snape, towering down over Neville like he always does in Potions. But Neville fought! The way to fight a boggart is with laughter- you change it into something funny- so Neville cried, "Riddikulus!" and Snape was suddenly wearing all Nevilles grandmothers clothes.
The whole class went mad with laughter. Im sure you can imagine- it was so gratifying- Snape in a dress with a big red handbag! Oh, I still havent recovered. The whole school knows about it, its the best joke at Hogwarts in ten years, and Neville was so pleased when he managed to make the boggart disappear- Professor Lupin is very good, to use him as an example. Neville really needs that kind of encouragement.
Anyway, the boggart turned into all sorts of disgusting things- for Parvati it was a mummy, for Seamus it was a bansheefor Ron it was a six foot tall spider. Gwen. I think it was one of those spiders like the ones they faced in the Forbidden Forest last year. It had enormous pincers and was covered in hair-- Ill never tease him about spiders again-- I cant believe he didnt lose his mind surrounded by those things. For a second, even though it was really only a boggart, Ron froze up and I didnt know if hed manage it. But then he whipped out his wand and yelled, "Riddikulus!" and he made all the spiders legs fell offoh, I was so proud of him! Ill bet our class was the best one Lupin had- not one single Gryffindor backed down.
The legless spider sort of rolled over to Harry, and he was about to try fighting it, when Lupin jumped in front of him and stopped him. Ill bet I know why. Ill bet he was scared that Harrys boggart would be Lord Voldemort, and he didnt want the whole class to die of fright.
Heres what I dont know, though- I dont know what Professor Lupins greatest fear is. The boggart turned into a white globe when he stepped in front of it. Just a white globe- sort of shiny and silvery- hanging in the air. Lavender thinks it was a crystal ball, but shes just all hung up on that Divination class. I thought it looked more like the moon, but it cant be that, because the moon isnt scary. Anyway, it doesnt matter. It was an incredible class. Were doing Red Caps next week, and Im so excited! And speaking of Red Caps, Id better
Youd better go and study. You see? I can read your mind, just like Harry and Ron. Tell Professor Trelawney youve got a psychic diary, the next time youre in Divination.
What, and have her make that our next lesson? "Class, today, were going to divine what Hermiones written in her diary, using the very trustworthy system of dropping sticks on the floor. If the sticks fall facing the window, then shes written something nice about her cat. If the sticks fall in a cross, then shes written something nasty about you." Honestly.
Youre too much. Go study.
Thanks, Gwen. See you soon.
HQoW
September 13
Hi, Gwen! Im very busy, but I had to tell you two things:
One: I almost walked in on myself yesterday!!! I was going back from Charms to Muggle Studies, and I forgot I was going to Muggle Studies, so I went to Charms again. I had my hand on the knob and I was about to turn it, when I caught sight of the back of my own head through the window in the door. At first I thought, "Whos that? Shes new." And then I thought, "Thats me, you idiot!!" And I ran down the hall as fast as I could, to get to Muggle Studies. So close. But I ended up laughing about it later, with Crookshanks. Hes the only one I can really tell, besides you. I wish I could have told Ron and Harry. It was funny.
Two: The Gryffindor Quidditch team had a meeting tonight, and practice will begin in October!
Hurrah!
I thought youd approve! And now, I have to get back. I have an essay on The Magic of Electricity for Muggle Studies, a set of thirty-six Spelgebra Equations for Arithmancy and a Groundbreaking Charm to master by Monday, an Astronomy star chart and a History of Magic quiz to study for Wednesday, I need to go down to Greenhouse 3 to feed the Tentacula and study its teething process for Herbology, I have two hieroglyphic layouts to interpret for Ancient Runes on Tuesday, plus a Red-Cap Review for Defense Against the Dark Arts, an hour of practicing Transfiguring pill-boxes into pillows, and then eighteen stupid Tarot symbols to memorize for Divination.
Hermione!
But first, I need to go help Neville before he burns his face off with that Peeling Potion hes trying to work out. Oooh- I need to go NOW. Bye!
HQoW
September 26
What am I supposed to do about this?
What? All your class work?
What? No- not that- Im doing fine with that. I have it all set up. I have a color-coded chart, and Im neck and neck with my assignments. I told you Im fine. Dont worry about me. Its Ginny.
What about her?
I found her sitting in the window of Gryffindor Tower a few minutes ago, watching the Quidditch practice, (well its not really practice, but theyre down there flying around,) and looking rather... wistful, like she wanted to go down to the field. I told her I was going to go for a minute, and she ought to come with me. But she wouldnt. She just gathered up Crookshanks, shook her head, and went upstairs.
She likes Harry! Why wont she just come down to the Quidditch field? Hes never going to get to know her if she wont talk to him. I want to drag her along and make her.
Dont be bossy. You go down to the field with Ron, and have a nice time. Let Ginny deal with things in her own way.
Ugh, fine. But Ill tell you one thing, if I ever like anybody the way Ginny likes Harry, Im not going to be so shy about it.
Well just see about that.
Yes, we will. Okay, see you later, Gwen, although not very soon. I have a ton of homework, and when I put all my assignments in my Prioritizer, to organize myself for the weekend, I put you in as well. Dont be mad, but.... it kept putting you as my last priority. I guess, technically, journaling isnt as crucial as passing the third form. Im going to have to do my class-work before I can come and chat with you. Sorry.
Ill be fine. Ill miss you. Dont work too hardoh, never mind. You will.
I wont! Goodnight, Gwen.
Goodnight, Hermione.
HQoW
October 4
Hi, Gwen!
Professor McGonagall is so incredible. Ive been doing some extra research for Transfiguration, and
Extra?! How is that humanly possible? Where are you finding time for extra?
Gwen, I have to do research on my own to really understand what Im learning- whats the point of going to school if Im not truly going to come out educated? Anyway, in Transfiguration, weve been studying the art of the Animagi, you know, people who can become animals? Self-willed animal Transfiguration. Becoming an Animagus is a huge accomplishment and its very dangerous. There are only seven Animagi registered in Britain, because its so difficult that you have to be licensed by the Ministry to do it. Professor McGonagall is one of the seven- shes a tabby cat! Isnt that amazing? I remember that when I first came to Hogwarts, I read about Animagi and I wanted to be one. I still do. Someday, Im going to register.
I wish it could work the other way round, you know, so that animals could be human. Id love to see what Crookshanks would be like! Hed probably want to have a few words with Ron, who keeps shoving him around! Honestly, if its that important to him, why wont he leave Scabbers upstairs instead of bringing him everywhere in his pocket all the time? Its a pain. But he says "Well, why dont you leave that cat up in your room, then?" Gwen, Crookshanks is big. He needs space. Its so frustrating.
Anyway, Ive got to go.
Studying?
No, I need a nap, my head feels heavy. Im a bit tired, I think. Not from my classes or anything! Just from... from being awake.
Hmmm. Hermione, which is the day that you have the most classes?
Er, lets see.... Wednesday. I turn back twice at ten, once at eleven, then lunch, then a class at two, a two hour lab at three, turn back for another lab, dinner... and then Astronomy at midnight. I usually get to bed at one-thirty on Wednesdays. I used to be able to sleep in on Thursdays, but now I have Arithmancy at nine. Why?
So youre awake five extra uncompensated hours on Wednesdays.
So?
Normally a person would be awake for sixteen hours. You are awake for twenty one, and youre still only sleeping for eight.
I.... I didnt really think of that.
Multiply that by five, and youve got yourself about a twenty-four hour period thats entirely un-slept for. Thats like two extra class days, Hermione.
Wow. Thats true.
And I dont imagine youre getting enough to eat for that time, either.
Thats all right, dont worry, Im fine, I eat plenty and I get enough sleepI always get at least six hours
Six?! Hermione, you have to think, please
Gwen, dont, dont, dont! Im fine. I just need a nap, I promise. Ill talk to you soon.
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October 10
Lavender and Parvati are driving me mad.
Why? What are they doing?
They spend all their lunch hours up in Professor Trelawneys classroom, learning how to be true seers, and when they come down, theyre just insufferable. Theyre always asking me if I want them to look over my homework, as if I need them to check my assignments! "Do you need help interpreting your auras, Hermione?" Please. They tell me if Im having trouble seeing, theyve been learning how to unblock the Inner Eye and if Id just like to sit in a circle with them and clear my mind, theyd be glad to resonate with me. Its insulting.
Throw something at them.
I know. And theyre at it again. I cant have a nice quiet evening in my room without them offering to read my tea-leaves with me, for practice. They wont stop going on and on about that class, and its so annoy--
Gwen! Oh no!!
What? Whats wrong?
Is this what I do?
When I offer to help people with their work and tell them they ought to study and practice? Do I do what Parvati and Lavender are doing? Tell me I dont.Well....
I do. Oh, no.
Actually, no, Hermione. Listen. You
can be a bit, er... aggressive about your schoolwork, but its a different thing. Youre extremely clever, and honestly want to be helpful to your classmatesSo do they.
Im not through. Listen. Youre good at
everything, my dear. Parvati and Lavender may be very brave, bright witches, but you excel far ahead of them in every other classWhich probably makes me even worse.
No. LISTEN. The other girls have finally found something that they do well. When they offer to help you, its partly because they need to believe theyre better than you at
something. Do you understand?No. Yes. I dont know.
Well, its a tricky subject. Trickier than Divination. Its psychology. When
you offer help, thats all youre offering. It doesnt come off as an insult because youre confident about your understanding. Whereas when Parvati and LavenderLord it over me.
yes, wellits not purely to help you. Its one-upmanship. Is that clearer?
Yes.
Good.
One question, though.
Of course.
If Im not annoying, then why does Ron always call me a know-it-all?
Ah. Do you really want to know?
Yes, I really want to know.
Because he admires you and wants to pay you a compliment, but he doesnt know how.
I dont.... you ..... thats not true.
Just think about it.
***
Gwen?
Yes?
Dyou mind if I go... think awhile?
No. Goodnight, Hermione.
Goodnight.
HQoW
October 15
Gwen, you were wrong about Ron before- he hates me.
How is that?
Well he hates my cat. We were making our star charts for Wednesday, when Harry came back from Quidditch practice. We started telling him all about how the first Hogsmeade weekend will be on Halloween
Will it!
Yes, and you know that Harry cant go, and I think thats all for the best, but Ron thinks Harry should ask Professor McGonagall for permission. So we were already at odds when Crookshanks hopped up on my lap with a big dead spider in his mouth, and ate it all up in front of Ron. Ron made a fuss about Scabbers being in his bag, and was revolted by the spider, and told me to keep the cat away. I put my arms around Crookshanks to hold him down. I didnt want to fight.
Suddenly Crookshanks pounced- I couldnt hold him! I wasnt prepared! He landed on Rons bag and sunk his claws in, looking for Scabbers. Ron yelled, "OY! GET OFF YOU STUPID ANIMAL!" I yelled "Ron, dont hurt him!" but he started swinging his bag around in the air until finally he threw both my cat and his rat across the room. Scabbers ran under a bureau and Crookshanks ran after him but I gathered him up around the middle so Ron could pull Scabbers out by the tail. He dangled him in front of my face.
"Look at him! Hes skin and bone! You keep that cat away from him!"
"Crookshanks doesnt understand its wrong! All cats chase rats, Ron!"
"Theres something funny about that animal! He heard me say that Scabbers was in my bag!"
"Oh, what rubbish. Crookshanks could smell him, Ron, how else dyou think"
"That cats got it in for Scabbers! And Scabbers was here first, and hes ill!"
And then he stalked upstairs.
What am I supposed to do, Gwen? I dont want to fight, but Crookshanks is a cat, and I cant do anything about his instincts. Now Ron wont speak to me, and I havent go enough sleep, and I just want to cry.
Go ahead and do, its all right. Go to sleep, Hermione. Things will be better in the morning.
Oh, I dont have time to cry, and how can I sleep when Ive still got a tablet to transcribe for Ancient Runes and two chapters to read and summarize about kappas, plus Snapes a beast and hes given us about a thousand essay questions to answer! The Gryffindor third years are the only class that got this assignment for Potions, and its all because of that thing with Neville and his grandmothers clothes
The boggart? Snape knows about it?
Yes, and he hates Professor Lupin more than ever. But I think, all things considered, that it was worth it to see Snape in a dress. Hah! Just thinking about it makes me feel better. I dont mind my homework. He can never wipe that image from my mind, no matter how many questions he assigns. You should have seen it.
I wish I had.
Night, Gwen.
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October 16
Hello.
Well! Hello, then. Are you all right?
Fine.
Really. Why so short?
Im not talking to him. That is it. No more.
What went on?
Divination. And then he insulted me.
Oh dear. Well, what happened in Divination, then?
Trelawney. She predicted in our first class that "the thing Lavender was dreading would happen on October the sixteenth." Thats today. And today, Lavender got an owl from home that said her rabbit Binky had gotten killed by a fox. So now, everybody thinks Trelawney predicted something real. But its utter rubbish. I asked lavender if she had dreaded Binky getting killed by a fox. She said, "I was obviously dreading him dying, wasnt I?" I asked her why, was Binky a very old rabbit? She sobbed no, that he was only a baby. So I said, "Then why would you dread him dying?" She glared at me.
"Well, look at it logically," I said to our class. "I mean, Binky didnt even die today, did he? Lavender just got the news today, and she cant have been dreading it, because its come as a real shock." I knew it was sort of a mean thing to say, I mean, her rabbit did die and everything, but I couldnt stand hearing everybody chalk it up to a stupid prediction that was so obviously false! But Ron yelled out, "Dont mind Hermione, Lavender. She doesnt think other peoples pets matter very much." I cant believe he stood up for her.
Was that the insult?
No, just the warm-up. He hardly spoke to me in Herbology, and not at all in Transfiguration, which is where it got nasty between us. After class, Harry asked Professor McGonagall for permission to go to Hogsmeade. Of course, being a reasonable person who cares about Harrys safety, Professor McGonagall said "No." She doesnt want him attacked by Sirius Black, but Ron and Harry dont understand.
Poor Harry. That
is awful, though. He should be allowed to go.Gwen, do not side with Ron.
Im not trying to! Is that what Ron said?
Ron didnt say it like that. He said a lot of other things, though, just to make me angry, and we got in a really bad row- our worst one ever.
"McGonagalls a sour old bat!"
"Ron, dont!"
"Well she is, not letting Harry go with us when everyone else is, shes a--"
"Shes only looking out for him, shes thinking about his safety--"
"Shes a hag."
"Watch your mouth!"
"Ill say what I like. Shes a mean, twisted--"
"Stop it! Shut up!"
"bloody torturer!"
"Shes our Professor, Ron, dont call her names! She just doesnt want Harry getting killed and if you were using any sense, youd see Im right "
"Thats right, teachers pet "
"Foul-mouthed--"
"Like you care who gets killed around here, eh? Look at how your ugly cat treats Scabbers- look what you said to Lavender about her dead rabbit"
"That prediction was stupid and so are you if you dont know it!"
"Heres what I know-- you dont have any feelings about anybodys animals, and you dont want Harry having any fun, so what kind of lousy friend are you?"
I ran up here after that. I said, "Dont you ever talk to me again, Ron Weasley," and I ran up here. Harry called after me and I heard him tell Ron to cool it, but I dont care. Lousy friend? Fine. Thats just what Ill be. Thats it.
For Harry, too?
For everybody except you and Crookshanks. And Ginny. She came in here and sat by me a minute, and told me she overheard us yelling down there. She wanted to know if I was all right. I told her "Im sorry, I know Rons your brother, but hes just awful." She said she knows. I dont have time for this nonsense. Im going to ignore everything but school. Im going to study and do my homework. Im seven assignments and two hundred pages behind. I dont need this. Im through.
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October 25
Gwen, I feel so badly for Harry. All anybody talks about is what theyre going to do in Hogsmeade, and its killing him.
So youre friends again?
With Harry. Hes going to be the only third year left behind, and I just cant stand it for him. I almost feel guilty going myself. I said Id stay here with him, but he said thatd make him feel even worse. Im glad he doesnt want me to stay, because I really, really want to go, but I had to offer.
Youre a good friend.
Some
people think so. Some people dont.Havent you talked to Ron at all?
Yes. "Pass the puffapod," in Herbology, and "Move, please," in line for Transfiguration, and "Dont you touch him!" when he went to shove Crookshanks yesterday. And he said, "Give me that," once, when I picked up his Defense Against the Dark Arts book on accident, instead of mine.
Thats not what I mean. Have you been
civil?Yes. I tried. But he didnt make an effort, so it didnt work. He was trying to practice the Geoquatic Charm in the common room- thats the one where you make water take on simple shapes. Im very good at it. We have to be able to make a cube, and Ron kept making a globe, so I walked over and said, "Difficult, is it?" He didnt answer. I said, "Want my help?" He didnt answer. I said, "Fine, be that way," pointed my wand at his bowl, turned the water into a cube, let it splash down, and walked away. Then he answered me.
What did he say?
He muttered, "Know-it-all." And dont try telling me it was a compliment.
All right.
I dont know what to do! I dont want to fight anymore. I really dont. I know he didnt mean it, and I just want to forget about it, but he should say hes sorry, he really, really should! But if he doesnt, and he isnt, then who am I going to go round Hogsmeade with? What fun will it be if I have to go with Parvati, or Neville, or Seamus and Dean? I mean, I guess it would be all right, but I want to go with Ron. Why does he have to be so horrid?
Why dont you try thinking about Harry?
What do you mean?
Hes already upset he cant go to Hogsmeade. Wont it only be worse on him if his best friends are bickering?
But I dont want to be the one that apologizes, because I didnt do anything.
Dont apologize, then. Call a truce. Agree to disagree.
Fine. Fine. Ill see what I can do. Why do I always have to be the one? Gwen, Im tired.
Im not surprised.
Ive got to finish up the Spelgebra assignments for this section because were moving on to Charmetry tomorrow and I still have that nasty Potions essay on Fungal Solutions to do, and its already eleven, and I have eight classes tomorrow plus a lab. How, how, how? Okay. Thanks, Gwen, Ive got to go do this. Bye.
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October 30
Im going to Hogsmeade tomorrow! Its going to be so much fun. Ron and I are going to go all over, and bring things back for Harry.
Then youre speaking!
Yes. We called a truce, like you said. Its not an apology, but the fighting was getting old, and anyway, Harrys problems are worse than ours. I wish he could come with us even though I am glad hes going to be safe from Sirius Black. Were going to go to the Shrieking Shack (the most severely haunted residence in Britain!) Zonkos joke shop, the sweet-shop, the Three Broomsticks, and everything. Oh, I cant wait. Ron says I have to try butterbeer, but it sounds odd. He says hes going to make me, though.
Its good. Youll like it.
Youve had it?
Of course.
Well. Arent you just smart.
Yes, as a matter of fact. But really, Hermione, Hogsmeade sounds lovely. Youll come and tell me all about it when youre back?
Yes, and Ill even bring you with me in my robe! Were leaving right after breakfast tomorrow but Ive made a pact with myself that I can only go if I complete the rest of my Arithmancy chart- Im charting three Charmetry graphs of elementary spells on a three-dimensional grid, and I have to show where the points meet in space. Its hard. Plus I promised myself Id look up everything about Grindylows. Theyre next in Defense Against the Dark Arts. And Harry wants me to go over Charms with him, if I have time.
Which you dont.
Oh, Gwen, I have to. Harrys not very happy. Maybe Charms will take his mind off of Hogsmeade.
Well go on, then, get started, finish your graphing, do what you have to do. Just dont miss the outing.
I wont! See you tomorrow!
HQoW
October 31
Happy Halloween, Gwen, and the best Halloween of my life! It was marvelous!
Wonderful!
Exactly! I just got back to Hogwarts, and as were having the Halloween Feast tonight, I dont expect to be able to write until later, so I thought Id just take the time now.
Good!
I am so glad that Ron and I made it up before today. It was so much fun with him, honestly. We went everywhere! We followed Fred and George into Zonkos first. They immediately bought a load of dung bombs and a sack of stink pellets, which course they "accidentally" set off right outside the door, in the middle of a group of fifth year Slytherins. Ron and I ran! Not just because the Slytherins were looking at us like they wanted to kill, but because those things are horribly smelly, really!
We ran all the way to the wizarding equipment shop, ducked inside, and just stood there panting for a minute until I looked around, and saw one of the most amazing shops Ive ever been in. This was serious wizarding equipment, . This was the kind of thing you wouldnt see anywhere but Hogsmeade- some of it isnt even available in Diagon Alley. There were Disappearing Brooms for invisible flying- (and you have to have a special fliers license to own them because they can actually be used in the Muggle world, but you must avoid interference with Muggle air-traffic! Just think! Last time I was in a plane, we might have been flying past specially licensed invisible wizards, and I just didnt know it!)
But my favorite thing was called the Art-Official, and Gwen, if I am ever very, very, rich, then I will have one. It is a seven-foot tall, enchanted silk screen, and its stretched on a rack. You can call up onto the screen an image of any great painting in history- even those that have been destroyed- and then- oh, Gwen, how is it even possible- you can step inside the painting. I nearly died, I wanted to try it so badly. I wanted to go inside "Starry, Starry Night." But theres no testing. "You have to buy it if you want to try it!" sang the wizard in charge of the shop. Urgh. Who has the money for that? I imagine Draco Malfoy might, but then, hed hardly appreciate an Art-Official.
Anyway, we moved on out of there because Ron was absolutely foaming at the mouth to get into Honeydukes, which is a sweet-shop. He didnt shut up about it from the second we left Hogwarts until the second we walked into the doors and smelled the fresh peanut-butter fudge. Then it was like he lost his mind. He made me try one of everything- he cant get over the fact that Im not allowed to have sweets at home, and I think hes trying to make up for lost time or something. I had a peppermint toad, a packet of pepper imps, a square of fudge, a chocoball stuffed with sherbet cream
Her
mione! Youll never get to sleep! yes, and walking back to school made me sick to my stomach because Im so full, and I know Ill never touch the Halloween Feast. We topped all that off with butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, where we also saw an Ogre!
No, you did not.
Well, we think it was an Ogre. It could have been, depending how you looked at it. He- or it- or whatever- was sitting in the back-most, darkest corner, drinking from a cup as big as the ones Hagrid always uses, but we couldnt really see him very well because there was such a vast group of people crowding the place. Ron tried to get back there and find out, but I dragged him up to the counter and told him that if it was an Ogre then we probably oughtnt pester it, and did he want me to try the butterbeer, or not? So he ordered ones for us both, and you were right, Gwen. Its wonderful. So warm and toasty, and ever so much better tasting than wine. Its not very strong, but its strong enough, I suppose, because Im lightheaded. But that could be from the cold, or the sugar, or a hundred other things.
I brought back a sack of Spider-Snax for Crookshanks, and Ron got Fudge-Flies for Scabbers, and that was the only time during the day that we were tense with one another. I guess its just better if we avoid that subject. But then we forgot about our pets, because we saw a giant jar of Gummy-Snitches that Harry would just love, and pooled all our pocket money to get about a hundred sweets for him-- hell never be able to eat it all. But its no good bringing Harry sweets and I know it- he needs to see Hogsmeade for himself. I hope they catch Sirius Black quickly, so he can come with us next time!
Oh, Ill have to write you more about it later, Gwen, because its time for the feast.
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November 1
Gwen, Im in the Great Hall. Its three-thirty in the morning, and Im supposed to be asleep, so if I stop writing all of a sudden, its because Percy caught me.
What on
earth is going on?The whole school is sleeping in here tonight, in sleeping bags. Im so glad I had you with me in my robe today I dont usually bring you everywhere, but I had you with me in Hogsmeade so well, thats beside the point. Im all the way inside my bag, writing by the light of my wand. But Percys Head Boy, and he already said lights out, so I just hope I can tell you everything before he catches me.
Why is the whole school sleeping in the Great Hall? What happened?
Gwen, Sirius Black tried to break into Gryffindor Tower.
Hermione! Are you all right?
Yes, everybody is, except the Fat Lady. He slashed her up in the Portrait Hole when she wouldnt let him in-- he didnt have our password. Shes fled from the painting, and nobody can find her. Oh, Gwen. Thank goodness Black picked tonight, when everybody was at the Halloween Feast! Thank goodness nobody was up there- even if the Fat Lady did keep him out, someone could have easily been in the hall! What if Id been on my way to the library, what if Harryd been coming in from Quidditch practice-
All of you could have been killed! Im furious this was allowed to happen. How did he get past the dementors? Its impossible!
I know, but so is breaking out of Azkaban, and he did that, too. Everybodys got a theory, but all of them are rubbish. You cant Apparate or Disapparate in here, the castles completely enchanted against people entering by stealth (honestly, Gwen, if people would just read "Hogwarts, A History", then they wouldnt suggest these things.) How did he get in and how did he get out? Or is he out? Could he have run into the Forbidden Forest? Im terrified for Harry- that was just way too close. If anything funny happens, Im going right to a teacher, I dont care this year. I cant believe Black actually made an attempt on our Tower.
We just overheard Professor Dumbledore talking to Snape about it, and he doesnt seem to understand how this has happened, either. Snape seems to think that someone already inside Hogwarts must be helping Black get in, but who would do that? Dumbledore says he doesnt think anybody would. But I think Snapes trying to pin it on Professor Lupin. He said, "I did express concerns when you appointed" but Dumbledore cut him off.
Snape really hates Lupin, Gwen. Harry thinks he might have tried to poison him, even. Today, while Ron and I were at Hogsmeade, Harry helped Lupin move in the grindylow for the next lesson, and they were in having tea in his office, when Snape came in. He brought Lupin some kind of smoking potion to drink- Harry tried to warn Professor Lupin not to drink it, he told him that Snape really wants that Defense Against the Dark Arts job and would probably do anything to get it, but Lupin went ahead and drank the entire gobletful . He said it was something Snape brewed him for his healthand he is ill, or something, Gwen. Hes thin and pale, and too young for all that gray hair hes got. But Im worried about him, now, too. I wouldnt put anything past Snape- if he brewed me a potion, I certainly wouldnt drink it- although he wouldnt poison anyone right in front of Harry, would he?
Oh no, I hear Percy
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November 7
Hey, Gwen.
You are in deep,
deep trouble, young lady.What? What did I do?
Every year- EVERY YEAR- you come to me with some dire emergency, and then you disappear for weeks at a time, and Im left wondering if youre alive or dead
Gwen, its only been a week!
Check
in with me, after telling me something like that! You cant just say "Oh, by the way, Sirius Black is trying to attack us in our beds," and then leave me in suspense. Its very trying.Im sorry, Im sorry, Im fine- I thought youd know it- Ive had to study- I lost that whole night after the Halloween Feast, and for me, losing one night is like losing three- Im so sorry, Gwen!
As long as youre all right. Goodness. I just dont take it for granted anymore, after all thats happened to you. Whats going on, then? Any news about Black?
No. I wish there were, though. Its all chaos around here- all anybody talks about is "How did Black get in? How did Black get out?" If I hear one more person suggest that he Apparated, I am going to scream. Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff is going round telling everybody that he disguised himself as a flowering bush, as if she knows. A flowering bush, honestly, hes a mad murderer. I hardly think hed pick to be a plant.
And what about the Fat Lady? Is she back in your Portrait Hole?
No, she wont come back. Shes very brave to stand him off before, but shes not interested in having to do it again, and none of the other pictures want the job, either. The only one who would take it is Sir Cadogan, and hes quite insane, which isnt surprising when you consider that he lives in the North Tower stairs, next to Trelawney.
Ah, and how is your favorite teacher?
I dont want to talk about it. One more death omen out of her.... its very, very hard to do my homework for that class because the entire time Im doing it, Im thinking, "This is pointless, this is stupid, Im not learning anything, why am I wasting time?" Especially when I have to research the medicinal uses of Spotted Twiggles for Herbology, map the Underground Broomtunnel System from the age of the Great Persecutions for Professor Binns, compare the discovery of the wheel to the discovery of the wand for Muggle Studies (three feet of parchment, thank you,) and summarize the section on kappas for Defense Against the Dark Arts before we move on. If Trelawney could really see the future, shed know that were never going to need her class for anything, and shed stop taking up our time.
Perhaps if your time werent stretched so thin
Dont say anything. Just dont say anything.
But Hermione, this isnt healthy
Gwen, if you say one more word I wont tell you about the Quidditch match next weekend, and Im not kidding!
Thats not fair!
Take it or leave it.
Humph. Well who are we playing?
We were supposed to be playing Slytherin, but Draco Malfoy continues to pretend that his wretched arm is hurting him, so the Gryffindor team is going to have to play Hufflepuff instead. Harry says that Oliver Wood is absolutely livid- theyve been preparing moves for Slytherin all this time, and now theyve only got a week to change around and get ready for the Hufflepuff defense, or something. I dont know, but the team is certainly tense, and it doesnt help that its raining sheets every day- theyve come in soaked to the skin from all their practices. Thats the real reason Slytherins backing out- theyre not good enough to play in all weathers and they know it. Malfoys arm hasnt been out of that sling since the first day of class even though I know its been fixed all this time- what a crybaby- I cant stand him, Gwen. Hes ruined Hagrids whole experience as a teacher.
Hagrids still upset over it? But he hasnt been fired, has he?
No, he hasnt been fired. But he put away the hippogriffs and switched us over to flobberworms. Theyre the most pathetically boring magical creatures we could possibly have to care for. Id rather deal with Hagrids crazy beasts than have to stuff anymore shredded lettuce down the flobberworms throats, but Malfoys made him nervous- he doesnt want any other students getting injured. Oh well. At least flobberworms are easy. I need one easy class. No, no, I take that back, I dont want easy classes- I really want to learn. Okay.
Oh, Neville. Gwen, hes set his shoe on fire. I have to go.
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November 12
Gwen, what a day.
I dont know whether to cry or hug Crookshanks, or what, so Ive done both, and now Im in the middle of four assignments and a chapter on werewolves, but I cant concentrate. I cant understand why Im so jumpy. The wind is absolutely howling, maybe thats part of it. Harrys got his match in the morning, maybe thats the other part. It was such a long day, too. Eight classes, three turn-backs, and I almost got caught time-turning.
How?
I turned back from being outdoors for the Care of Magical Creatures lab with the flobberworms to go to Arithmancy, so when I got to Arithmancy I was soaked through from the rain. But I ought to have been dry because "supposedly" Id walked straight there from breakfast with the rest of the class. I should have switched them round, but I didnt think of it. Now everyone in Arithmancy thinks I ran out in the rain on purpose. I must have looked rather odd. Professor Vector winked at me, though-- she knew what was going on-- but still, I wish I could have explained myself. Lately, Ive been feeling as though I show up in every class a little short of breath. It takes me a second to figure out where Ivejust been, and where Im going, even though Ive got my chart which is falling apart. And my book bag is really heavy, so my back hurts. And Im not sleeping very well.
Hermione....
Just let me talk. I dont need the speech. Im too tired. Defense Against the Dark Arts wore me out today, on top of everything else. After what Snape said
Snape? What happened to Lupin?
Snape says hes ill, but I dont believe it. I could see right away that Harry and Ron were thinking of the smoking potion that Lupin drank the other day. Was it poison? Snape certainly enjoyed teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He made it the most miserable experience Ive ever had in there- and thats saying something after Quirrell and Lockhart. He made us turn to the back of our texts, and started quizzing us on werewolves. Well, were only on the fifth chapter! Were due to start hinkypunks, not werewolves- thats end of year! But when I told him that, he said, "I was under the impression that I am teaching this class, Miss Granger, not you." Im used to him saying things like that, though, so when he started asking about the werewolves, I put my hand right up.
But he wouldnt call on me. He kept making fun of our class for not knowing anything about werewolves, even though we told him over and over that wed never studied them, and he refused to call on me, even though I knew the answers. He just wanted to be able to pick on us. He didnt want me to know anything, because it made him look bad. So finally I just said it out; "Please, sir, the werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf" But Snape cut me off.
"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."
He said that. Right in front of everybody. And I know everybody already thinks I talk too much in class, but Gwen, its different when a teacher says it- teachers shouldnt insult us- its awful. I felt my face flush, and my eyes got blurred. I was so embarrassed.
What a horrible man! My poor dear, no wonder youre so tired today, thats awful. Teachers should
never say such things. He was entirely in the wrong.Yes, and I knew it, but I would have cried on the spot if Ron hadnt gone and gotten himself detention.
Oh?
Yes. I had just looked down at the floor and started fighting tears, when Ron said, quite loudly, "You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask, if you dont want to be told?" Instantly, we all caught our breath-- we knew hed gone too far. Snape gave him detention on the spot for daring to criticize his teaching. I couldnt believe he dared it, either, and Im so sorry he got detention, but GwenI dont know, I cant explain. Ron calls me a know-it-all at least twice a week- hes the very last person I would have expected....
Nobody said one word to Snape after that, because hed been driven into such a foul mood. But when hed gone past my desk and was in the back making snide comments about Parvatis homework on kappas, I managed to turn around in my seat really fast. Ron gave me a sort of fierce look, like he thought Id get mad at him for having been insolent, or something. But I just mouthed, "Thank you," and turned back before I got caught. And after class, when Snape gave him his detention, Ron really swore. He called Snape a word I cant repeat. I said, "Ron!" but I dont really blame him- after all, hes in the hospital wing right now, scrubbing out bedpanswithout magic. He didnt have to do that just for me.
When he left the common room tonight to go over there, we were right in the middle of our illustrations of the Aurora Borealis for Astronomy. Our whole class was gathered over by Dean Thomas. He was helping everybody with the drawing because hes by far the best artist of all of us, but I figured out that if you use your wand almost like a quill, you can blend the colors more effectively. I was just showing Dean how to do it when Ron got up to go to detention. When he got to the door, he grinned and said, "You have to admit, Hermione, you really are a know-it-all." Everybody laughed, and Ron jumped through the Portrait Hole before I could throw anything at him. Gwen, how could that possibly make me feel better?
Did it?
Yes. Now Im trying to do two rolls of parchment on the ways to recognize and kill werewolves for Defense Against the Dark Arts- Snapes making us turn it in by Monday. Two rolls. Thats like six feet. I guess I shouldnt complain, but I dont have time for this. Lupin had better not be dead- I dont think I could bear to have Snape teaching us anything other than Potions- thats bad enough.
Ugh..... listen to this chapter. I have to turn it into a six foot essay by Monday.
"To recognize a werewolf one must always begin by studying the human counterpart of a werewolf that has already been identified as such. Here we can clearly view the toll that the unwanted animal transformation takes on the human body. Study diagram 28c, a photograph of Vincent Vannery, the infamous werewolf who plagued the magical glen of Dealyford in 1923. Note the patches of severely graying hair, the lines at his eyes, the gaunt figure of his pale facial skin. You may think to look at Vincent Vannery that he is approaching fifty years of age, when in fact, in this photograph, he is merely thirty-two. This is because the human body is not meant to be twisted into the violently predatory, four-legged lifestyle of the werewolf. The signs of physical deterioration are always most obvious directly following the night of the full moon. On that night, the human subject will always fall ill, usually attempting to enclose himself safely in some manner. When he emerges, first note his skin, which will seem to sag slightly from his musculature, and his eyes, which may still retain a yellowish gleam."
Fascinating. Disgusting. Who cares. Im going to bed.
Ill write you tomorrow, though. Wish Gryffindor luckthis weather is completely foul, and Im just hoping Harry stays on his broomstick.
I cant wait to hear all about it. Good luck to Harry, and go get some sleep.
Okay. Goodnight.
HQoW
November 13
Oh, Gwen, Harrys alive. We thought he was killed.
What a way to begin! Did you have the match? What went on? Tell me!
We had the match. Not that theres anything for you to tell at Miss VauclainsIm so sorry, Gwen, but the rain made it almost totally impossible to see. It was like watching it happen underwater in the dark. The wind was howling in our ears the whole time so we couldnt even hear Lee Jordan, or each other for that matter. Ron and I were sitting up with our cloaks over our heads, trying to make a tent so at least wed be able to squint up at Harry without getting pelted in the eyes by stinging rain, but it was just madness out there. Everybody was screaming and cheering and stamping, but the sounds were getting ripped up from the stadium and eaten by the storm before they even reached the players. I tried to keep an eye on Harry, but he kept almost slamming into people and then spiraling off in the wind.
I knew there was no way he could possibly see the Snitch- he kept taking off his glasses and trying to wipe them on his sleeve, but the rain was horrible. Finally, right as Oliver Wood called a time out, I had an idea! I thought that maybe if his glasses could repel water, hed stand a better chance. I ran down to the field, and out to the team huddle- Professor McGonagall tried to catch me by the arm but I hollered over the rain, "No, no, let me go, its for the team, its going to help!" When I said that, she practically pushed me over to them. (She really wants Gryffindor to get the Cup.) I took Harrys glasses, tapped them and said, "Impervius! There! Theyll repel water!" And then I ran back up, because I thought Oliver Wood was going to try and kiss me, he looked so grateful.
Hmmm.
Ew, hush. Harry did fly a bit better after that. The action was still really hard to see, but at least he wasnt flying directly into anyone anymore. And then he saw it!
The Snitch!
Yes, it was, and he went into a wonderful dive alongside Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Seeker. Harry was ahead by just a bit, and he was almost to the Snitch, when something truly frightening happened.
A hundred dementors came gliding onto the Quidditch field, tall and rotting, with their robes dead still, even in all that wind. They had their dark hoods turned up below Harry and Cedric, as if they wanted to suck them right out of the sky. Well you remember how Harry is with dementors- he looked down and saw them- he went slack- his hands came off his broom--
From fifty feet in the air, Harry fell, unconscious, into the crowd of dementors.
Oh!!!
There was an enormous scream from the stands and everybody shot up and stood on the seats except for Ron and me- we practically flung ourselves out of the stands and down onto the field to get to Harry. Dumbledore got there first- he slowed Harry down in midair so that he hit the ground with more a dull thud than a horrible crash, and then he shot that silvery cloud out of his wand at the dementors, and all of them went away. Ive never seen him so angry. Ive never been so frightened. Harry was flat on the ground, totally cold and white. I burst into tears and grabbed Rons arm as Dumbledore magicked Harry onto a stretcher, and then we, along with the whole grim Gryffindor team, climbed back through the rain into the castle. Madam Pomfrey worked on him in the hospital wing for an hour, and I couldnt stop crying until hed come to. He really looked dead.
By the way, we lost the game. When Harry fell from his broom, Diggory got the Snitch. Its the first game Gryffindors lost since Harrys been Seeker.
Well, I can hardly be disappointed about the loss when Harrys life was at stake. But that
is too bad.Well Harry was horribly disappointed. When he woke up and found out hed lost, he looked like he wanted to go right back under. And even worse, when the team finally left to give him some rest, he asked us what had happened to his Nimbus Two Thousand. We didnt want to tell him. Its really bad. Professor Flitwick brought it up in a sack right before Harry regained consciousness.
In a sack?
When he fell off, it got blown away. It hit the Whomping Willow. Professor Flitwick just handed us the leftover pieces.
Oh, no. Poor Harry. Poor Gryffindor.
Yes. Its really awful- you should have seen Harrys face when we dumped the pieces out on his hospital bed. He looked like hed lost his best friend. But do you know whats really sweet, though? I came up to Gryffindor afterwards, to change and get dry and start studying, and Ginny knocked at the door. Her eyes were all bloodshot, and she wanted to know if Harry was alive, and if he was, was he very upset about the Nimbus? "I tried, but that tree is really horrid." Apparently, shes the one who went over to the Willow and picked up all the pieces! I cant believe she went near that tree. Anyway, I told her that Harry came around, and she just breathed this enormous sigh of relief and said she was going to make him a get-well card-- did I think that was a good idea? I told her yes, I thought it was, rather.
That
is sweet.Isnt it? And brave. I take it back about Ginny being too shy. Shes fine. But as for Gryffindor-- dont be too upset yet, Gwen! Weve still got a chance at the Quidditch Cup if Ravenclaw beats Hufflepuff in the next match. Oliver Wood hasnt given up- even if he did try and drown himself in the showers after the game. We could still come back and win it.
Oh, I hope so!
So do I. All right. Guess what?
Youre going to go and study.
Ah, I see you are receptive to the resonances of the future.
Yes, quite. All right, go on then. Theyre going to torture me at Miss Vauclains, though, when I come back without a match for them.
Well then, tell them all about it. I know there isnt much to tell, but you can stretch it out a bit.
Thank you! Ill do that.
Bye, Gwen.
HQoW
November 15
Gwen?
Hmmm?
You would think, wouldnt you, that one year, just one, we could have a normal Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher- somebody non-threatening? Wouldnt you think that?
But I thought you liked Professor Lupin!
Professor Lupin is a very good teacher. He also happens to be a WEREWOLF.
Im sorrywhat?
I know its hard to believe, but its true. Listen to this:
"Note the patches of severely graying hair, the lines at his eyes, the gaunt figure of his pale facial skin. You may think to look at Vincent Vannery that he is approaching fifty years of age, when in fact, in this photograph, he is merely thirty-two." Okay. Thats from the chapter about werewolves in my textbook. Thats exactly what Professor Lupin looks like. Heres more:
"The signs of physical deterioration are always most obvious directly following the night of the full moon. On that night, the human subject will always fall ill." The other day, when Lupin got ill? I checked the lunar chart in my astronomy atlas. It was a full moon.
"When he emerges, first note his skin, which will seem to sag slightly from his musculature, and his eyes, which may still retain a yellowish gleam." We had to turn our essays in for class today, and I made a note of his skin. It was hanging off, a bit. I looked at his eyes. They were tinged with yellow. He was clammy and pale.
And beyond that, Gwen, do you remember when we were fighting the boggart? His greatest fear was that silvery orb, and I thought it was the moon- Gwen, it is. That makes perfect sense. He hates the full moon, because it forces him to be "twisted into the violently predatory, four-legged lifestyle of the werewolf."
Hes a werewolf!!!
Youre perfectly certain?
I am.
Hermione... what are you going to do?
I dont know. I really dont know. Professor Lupin.... hes such a wonderful teacher. Id rather have him teaching me Defense Against the Dark Arts than anybody else. And when I read the whole werewolf chapter and did the six-foot essay, I also learned that there is a potion that makes the werewolf harmless- it makes it so that the human being transforms, but doesnt become predatory. Wolfsbane Potion, its called. Thats the smoking potion that Snape made for him- it wasnt poison- it was Wolfsbane. It has to be. Which means that Snape knows.... and thats probably why he assigned the essay.... which means Dumbledore must know, too... so theres no need to go to a teacher....
Gwen, if I just kept this to myself, would it be a very bad thing? I dont want Professor Lupin to leave. I dont want Snape to take over that class. I dont want our class to fall even further behind in Defense Against the Dark Arts than we already are. And Harry and Ron.... well its better if I just dont tell anybody, isnt it? Im not worried, because I know about the potion. But they could panic, couldnt they? I dont know. Im already keeping so much from them this year that it wouldnt be very difficult just to add this. And honestly, if theyd done their essays, theyd know too. So its really partly their own fault if they dont figure it out, isnt it?
Lupin isnt dangerous?
Not if hes taking that potion, which I guess he is.
And the staff already knows about it?
I think they really must. How could Dumbledore not know?
Then I wouldnt say anything to anybody, Hermione. Werewolves arent very well....
understood in the magical world. People are afraid of them. Its really very sadwerewolves are just peoplethey dont choose to be bitten, but once they are, theyre afflicted for life. Its probably very hard for Professor Lupin to find employment especially as a teacher. Imagine the flood of Howlers there would be if parents found out a werewolf was teaching their children! If Professor Dumbledore has seen fit to hire him at Hogwarts, then I think..... I think its safe enough.Gwen, youre really wonderful, do you know that? Im terribly relieved. I didnt want to turn him in. I like him, I know its not his fault he was bitten, and I dont think hed ever hurt any of us. But now that I know hes a werewolf... I cant help sort of... keeping an eye out.
Thats all right. You do that.
Okay. Well I just had to tell you that because when I figured it out in class today, I nearly burst. I couldnt wait to get back here and write.
Im so glad you did.
I feel a lot better. I do have to go, now, though.
As usual.
No, no, for once Im not studying. Ginnys just come to the door, she wants to know if Harry liked her get-well card. I have to think of an honest way to tell her yes. I think he was rather flattered, but for some reason she made the card so that it would sing whenever Harry opened it. He had it shut up under his fruit bowl the whole time he was in the hospital wing.
Just tell her the first part. "He was rather flattered," and leave it at that.
Yes, thats good, okay. Bye.
HQoW
November 26
Gwen, what am I going to do about Ron?
What do you mean?
I mean, Ive got enough on my hands just now without having to hold him back from trying to kill Malfoy between classes.
What did Malfoy do now?
Well, ever since we lost the Quidditch match, Malfoys arm is suddenly, miraculously healed. What a liar. As soon as he got the sling taken off, he started doing impressions of Harry fainting off his broom. Its so revolting- Harry really could have died on that Quidditch field- its just not the type of thing you make fun about, even if youre an evil, horrid little nothing like Malfoy. But of course, he gets worse every day, so I shouldnt be surprised anymore.
But thats no excuse for Ron to crack up in the middle of Potions class and throw a crocodile heart at Malfoys head.
Ron did that?!
Yes. Malfoy was pretending to scream and faint, "Oh, my scar! What will I do! The dementors are coming to get me!" and of course Snape wasnt making any moves to stop him, so finally Ron just reached into the supply jar in the back, heaved out a huge, slippery heart, and pegged Malfoy in the head with it. It was so disgusting! His hair was all bloody, black and purple, and the heart got squashed on the floor under Goyles massive boot, and Pansy Parkinson was gagging at the sight of it....
Come to think of it, it was rather funny.
Rather!
But Snape did take fifty points from Gryffindor, and Ron needs to learn to control his temper. Honestly, flinging bloody hearts about the classroom. What next?
Flinging... Oh, I am sorely tempted right now.
To what? Laugh? Go ahead. Harry laughed so hard he had to actually crawl under the desk to keep from being punished, too. Dean and Seamus both put their faces in their cauldrons and snorted, and even Neville, who is usually too terrified of Snape to laugh at anything in his class, pulled his head inside his robe like a turtle and started to shiver with giggles. I was the only one who managed to stay calm. Although thinking of Pansy now, "Oh, Draco, Draco, your hair!" Parvati and Lavender were giggling too, and I heard Parvati say "Oh, Draco!" in a high voice, when she passed Pansy after class. I dont suppose it was all bad.... but it was a waste of potions ingredients and a silly thing to do, and I just dont think
Oh, Hermione. Its
funny.Okay. Oh, Gwen, it really was. Urgh.... I wish Ron could make me laugh about this nonsense. Eighteen advanced Charmetry problems by tomorrow. Its really great, and I love Arithmancy, but its SO HARD. But Professor Vector says that if we ever expect to understand pre-Magicaculus next term, then weve really got to have this down. And Ive got that Bicycles to Broomsticks section to read for Muggle Studies, and a thousand other things... wherere my notes for Charmetry....
Hey, I have all the wrong wait just a minute....
No, here they are, but theyre alloh, no, oh, no, Ive got all my notes mixed up in the wrong folders! I took them in all the wrong spots. Now Ive got to tear them out and put them with the right ones, and try to find... wheres my stupid Spellotape... oh, Gwen, this is going to take me an hour to figure out.... why did I do this? How could I get so confused?
I dont know. Im not saying anything.
This is ridiculous. Ive got to go get Ginny, shes got Spellotape and I cant find mine. Bye.
HQoW
December 8
Hi Gwengood news!
Ravenclaw absolutely flattened Hufflepuff in their Quidditch match, so Gryffindor still has a chance at the Cup!
That
is good news!Yes, and Im just in a good mood in general. Professor Flitwick has his classroom decorated for Christmas alreadywe walked in today to a roomful of fairies all lit up everywhere. It was so lovely. We worked on Motion Spells all morning, you know, "Mobiliarbus!" where you lift up objects and move them about? And there was a whole crowd of fairies sitting on the globe, spinning it every which way. Parvati and Lavender and I were just enthralled by it, even though the boys were all making fun of us and pretending to think fairies were stupid-looking. They were the ones who looked stupid when we three girls pointed at the globe and said, "Mobiliarbus!" We moved it from the side table into the middle of Harry, Ron, and Seamus and all the fairies flew up around them, and settled on their heads! One was even swinging from Harrys glasses! I love Hogwarts at Christmas.
I think Im going to try and stay here over the holidays again, even though Mum and Dad will probably be upset. After all, I did stay last year, and theyd probably like to see me on the holidaybut Ron and I were talking about it, and we dont think Harry should be here in Gryffindor all by himself. Were both writing our parents for permission to stay. I hope they say yes. Want to hear my letter? I just composed it and I think its going to be very effective.
Go ahead.
"Dear Mum and Dad,
How are you? I miss you. Things here are going really, really well, and Im having a wonderful year. I couldnt be happier. My academics are still top of the class, and my friends are wonderful.
Im writing to you about my friend Harry Potter. You know all about Harry- remember when I told you that hes an orphan? Well, I was thinking, it must be awfully hard for him at Christmas- and he seemed to have such a nice time when Ron and I stayed here last year- I wonder if I ought to stay again? Of course I want to come home, you know I do, but its just I cant stand the thought of Harry all by himself on such an important holiday, thinking about his parents and feeling lonely. I know you wouldnt want me to stay all by myself.
Staying through the holiday would also really help me with my academics. I think it might be best if I stay close to the Hogwarts library over the break. If I intend to keep my full marks next term, (and you do want me to stay head of my class, dont you?) then Im going to have to get ahead of my studies.
Please write and let me know whether or not its all right for me to stay. Rons writing his mum, too, so if you want to check with Mrs. Weasley about it, please go ahead and do. Ill definitely understand if you say no, but Im just not sure how poor Harry will take it, not to mention that my schoolwork may also suffer.
I love you!
Your daughter,
Hermione"
What do you think?
I think youre a bit of a ham, dear. "Poor Harry"?
I know, but I just know itll work. They cant stand the thought of anybody alone on Christmas. Rons is just as pathetic not that hell have to convince his mum. Mrs. Weasley loves Harry so much shell probably ask Ron why he doesnt just bring Harry to their house for the holiday.
You two are terrible.
True. But its not all silliness- I really do want to keep Harry company, and I really do need to study over the holiday. Two weeks to catch up- its like a dream come true. I cant wait.
Youre really behind?
Not technically, but Im barely keeping up and I feel like my brain is starting to refuse information. Does that make sense? I think its absorbed all it can for one term, but I have to keep studying anyway. I cant afford to get backed-up on a single assignment-- Professor McGonagall wont let me use any excuse of being overburdened with work, remember? Im not allowed to ask for extra time to finish anything, and even if I could, where would I find extra time?
You could always drop a class next term.
WHAT?!
You could always drop a class next term.
Gwen, thats not funny!
I didnt mean it to be.
Im not dropping classes!
Not even just one? For your sanity? Please, Hermione, please think about it
No! Its your sanity Im worried about. Ive never skipped a single class on purpose in my whole entire life- except that time in first year when I couldnt stop crying in the bathroom. That was right before Harry and Ron beat up the troll. Wow, remember that? That seems like forever ago.
Dont try and change the subject. Were talking about your classes.
No, were not. Im not skiving off anything- Dad always says that commitment is one of the most important things in a persons character. Once youve committed to something, thats it.
There are exceptions to every rule.
Well, this isnt the exception. Anyway, Im not complaining about my class work, Im just saying its a bit challenging, and that this Time-Turner is a lot of work. I dont mind. Im sure I can make it through to the holidays if I only
Yes?
Hermione? Whats going on?
Have you passed out?
No- sorry, Gwen, its Crookshanks. He just came, knocked my pen out of my hand, and sat right on top of you.
Well, I never!
Dont be mad- hes been doing this a lot lately with my schoolwork. I think he knows when Im tired or upset. Sometimes when Im up really late doing assignments, Crookshanks will jump up, sit right in the middle of my work, and stop me from getting anything else accomp
Hermione?
Am I being
sat on?Crookshanks, no! Naughty cat! Oh, maybe hes right. I suppose I am a bit tired, and since I have the whole weekend to study, maybe I should get one good night of sleep. Ive done almost all my reading, so its just written work now.... twelve classes worth.... Im yawning just thinking about it.
Well, in any case, shut me. I dont need to be squashed by a cat, thank you. Goodnight, Hermione.
Yes, all right. Goodnight.
HQoW
December 15
Gwen
I can stay at Hogwarts for Christmas! Ron and I both got owls back from our parents today, and things have turned out just as we planned. We read each others responses in DivinationHarry and Neville were both running late, so I paired with Ron. His mum was so funny in her letter- she told Ron if he didnt stay with Harry hed be grounded all summer, and gave him strict instructions not to let Harry go wandering around after dark as long as Sirius Black is on the loose. And my mum wrote,
"Dear Hermione,
Very interesting letter, sweetheart. I see youre learning things at school that dont have anything to do with your classes.
Yes, of course you may stay with Harry- your father and I think its lovely that you care so much about your friend. You may take your holiday at school on two conditions: One- Im very glad to hear that youre keeping up on your studies, however I dont want to find out that you spent all your vacation time buried in books, because your father blames your over-achievement on me. He says were both workaholics! Honestly. But for Mummys sake, promise Dad that youll have some fun. Two- Being away from home does not mean that you are free to eat loads of sugar. Remember how that drill felt, the one time you had a cavity? Remember that your teeth have to last the rest of your life, and take care of them, please. Promise you wont run wild with sweets. If you tell me you wont, Ill trust you.
Dad and I will send your Christmas presents on to Hogwarts. Well miss you so much, darling, but I know youre doing the right thing.
All my love,
Mum"
So everything is perfect, except that Ron had an absolute attack when he read the part about me not being allowed to eat sweets. "You have to, Hermione! Were going to Honeydukes next weekend and you still havent tried ice mice, or sugar quills, or--!" I cut him off. "No, I have to promise, Ron," For a second, he looked like he was going to argue, but then he suddenly grinned, grabbed my hand across the table, and started pretending to read my palm. (Were starting work on palmistry in Divination next term, and Professor Trelawney is making us memorize the "symbols" with our last week before break. Its ridiculous, if you ask me.) Ron said, "Hey, Hermione, I forget- whats the symbol that stands for promises?" I sighed. "Its a triangle, Ron, honestly, we were supposed to know that by today." I had no idea what he was doing, or I wouldnt have told him. Ron went over a few random lines on my hand before saying loudly, "This is bad, Hermione. This is really bad."
So of course, Professor Trelawney came right over and sat with us. She just loves tragic predictions. "What is it, my dear? What do you see?" Ron pulled my hand up and showed her. "Look, its a triangle marked with a line! Shes going to break a promise- I think shes going to break a promise to her parents, really soon." Professor Trelawney looked thrilled, even though there isnt any triangle on my hand. "What kind of promise?" she breathed.
Ron fought to keep a straight face and said, "Dont ask me how I know this, but I just have this feeling that shes going to break a promise this weekend, in Hogsmeade. Something to do with..... ice mice." At this point, he was having to grit his teeth and dig his fingers into my hand to keep from laughing, but Professor Trelawney was too misty-eyed to notice anything. She bought right into it and said, "Perhaps you are receptive to the Inner Eye after all," patted Rons shoulder, arched her eyebrow at me, and went back to sit with Parvati and Lavender. For heavens sake. Ron was sniggering, and I had to kick him under the table to make him let go of me.
You
had to kick him?Yes I did, he was hurting my hand. And Harry walked through the door just in time to see me do it, and to hear Ron hiss, "Ow, stop it!" and try to kick me back, which almost knocked over the table. Harry hurried in, stopped the table from crashing just in time, and said, "Whats wrong now?" Thats when we told him that were both staying here for Christmas, and he looked really surprised and happy about it. "Oh, thatll be great fun, you two trying to kill each other. Seriously, you-- you dont have to stay. Ill be okay."
But we know hes glad. I said, "Dont imagine Im doing this for you, Harry Potter. I need to stay here and use the library." And Ron said, "Yeah, and I cant handle two weeks in the same house with Percy the Bighead Boy." But Harry grinned. He knows were really doing it for him.
Im glad you are. No one should be alone at Christmas.
I agree. Holidays are better at Hogwarts, anywayoooh, and Hogsmeade at Christmas, too! Were going on Saturday; itll be so brilliant I wish you were alive so you could come.
Oh, Ill be all right. I wrote an entry once about the marketplace outside Camelot at Christmasit looks just like a picture-village under all that lovely snow! Ill re-live that memory while you go on and make one of your own.
I forgot you could do that. Youve got quite a life in there, havent you?
I suppose I do, for a diary.
I just wish Harry could come with us. I wish theyd hurry up and catch Sirius Black, because Harry still hasnt seen Hogsmeade and its not fair. Butterbeer and ice mice and Christmas shoppingIm going to get my parents those Toothflossing Stringmints I saw at HoneydukesHarry would love it. Of course, I am glad he wont be out where Black can hurt him. Ill just have to find a really good Christmas present and make it up to him! I already know what Im going to get Ron.
What?
A diary. Not an enchanted one like you, though, because if he never writes in it, I wouldnt want the brain to feel neglected. Just a Never-Ending Notebook that I saw in the equipment shop last time. Ill show him how to lock it with strong magic, and then he can use it for whatever he wants.
Didnt he say last year that he thinks diaries are for girls?
Yes, but Im going to tell him its a journal, not a diary.
There isnt any difference.
He doesnt know that. Anyway, Gwen, I have to go.
Off to bury yourself in books, as your father so aptly puts it?
Well, unless you can do this for me: Equate the Transfiguration model t=[1/2(4 x s)] divided by the force of Charm concentration [c x t = (a/5)] to the second power.
It depends on the variables.
Oh, Gwen, Im teasing thats not even a real equation. But yes, I have to go and do my assignment. Its not very difficult, actually, its just that there are a lot of them to do, and I want to be completely finished with this weeks schoolwork before I get in the carriage for Hogsmeade.
Then go, by all means. I want you in that carriage and out having fun. I quite agree with your dad that you could use a bit more play.
I know, I know. Thanks Gwen. Ill write you after Hogsmeade! Bye!
HQoW
December 19
Gwen. I dont know what to do. Weve found out something so awful, and so sad.... Harrys completely in shock. Ron and I dont know how to help him.
Go ahead- Im listening.
I dont know where to start- I guess this morning, when we left for Hogsmeade. Ron and I went all round the village together so I could do my Christmas shopping, and then finally he dragged me forcibly into Honeydukes because he said the smell of it was driving him mad. So we were in there, joking about whether Harry would like a box of blood-lollipops, or a sack of cockroach clusters, when we heard a voice behind us say, "Definitely not."
It was Harry!! I was amazed, and so was Ron- we knew he couldnt have gotten past the dementors with just his Invisibility Cloak, and hes far too young to Apparate, not to mention, of course, that you cant Disapparate from Hogwarts. It turns out that he came through a secret tunnel. Fred and George gave him something called a Marauders Map- it shows every detail of Hogwarts, including the location of every person in the castle, and it also plots out seven tunnels into Hogsmeade. Filch knows about four of the tunnels, one is caved in, one starts directly under the Whomping Willow so theres no way into itwhich leaves just one useful secret passage, and that one comes out right into the cellar of Honeydukes.
Well of course I wanted Harry to turn in the map right away. What if Black is using that tunnel? What if thats how he got into Hogwarts before? Plus, that map is a magical object that can think for itself- we dont know where it keeps its brain- its brain could be Sirius Black, the same way that Tom Riddles diary brain was Lord Voldemort. I told myself Id go to a teacher this year if anything funny happened. I should have thought Harryd take this whole thing with Black more seriously, but he just stood there smiling in the middle of Honeydukes and said, "Are you going to turn me in?" I mean, I know he wanted to come to Hogsmeade, and I wanted him to be there, but Gwen
Are you going to turn him in?
I cant. Its Harry. Plus, then Fred and George would get in trouble, because they nicked the map from Filchs office in the first place. I dont want everybody to hate me. But I would do it, for Harrys sake, if I wasnt pretty sure that Black isnt using the tunnel. Ron pointed out that the Honeydukes owners live right over the shop, so theyd probably have heard him break in last time, and they didnt report hearing anything. Also, the dementors are patrolling Hogsmeade after dark now- theyd have got Black if he came through the village, wouldnt they?
Well.... probably. Although they didnt catch him at Hogwarts.
Youre right. But for now, Im not turning in the map. Thats decided. Thats not even the horrible thing I wanted to talk to you about. Its what we overheard in the Three Broomsticks. We were sitting there having butterbeers when the door opened and a slew of teachers walked in- Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, and even the Minister, Cornelius Fudge! Harry choked at the sight of them- Ron and I shoved him under the table- and then I whispered, "Mobiliarbus!" and moved the Christmas tree over in front of us, to hide him. I hoped they wouldnt sit there very long, but they stayed awhile and had a drink with Madam Rosmerta, and told a long story all about Sirius Black. We heard every word.
It turns out that hes connected to Harry- and not just because he wants to kill him. Gwen, its.... its really shocking. Sirius Black was Harrys dads best friend when they were at Hogwarts together. He was best man when Harrys dad married his mum. They.... they even named him Harrys godfather. He was supposed to be the one to take care of Harry if... if anything happened. But instead, hes the one who turned them in to Voldemort.
What happened was, when Voldemort began to hunt down the Potters, they tried to go into hiding. Dumbledore told them that their best chance to escape Voldemort was to use a spell called the Fidelius Charm. They had to choose a secret-keeper, someone they truly trusted, someone who would never reveal their whereabouts, even on pain of death. Dumbledore offered to be the Potters secret-keeper himself. But they chose Black, because they trusted him more than anybody in the world.
If only theyd picked Dumbledore. Or anybody else. Sirius Black was working for Voldemort all along, and he chose the betrayal of his best friends as the moment to reveal himself. As soon as they cast the Fidelius Charm and he was appointed secret-keeper, he went straight to his master and told him where the Potters were hiding. Everyone knows what happened after that. Voldemort found Harrys parents, murdered them, and then tried to kill Harry
But Harry survived, and Voldemort lost his power
-- which means that Black had shown his true colors at the exact moment of his masters downfall. He had to run for his life.
Is that why Black killed all those Muggles in the street? A fit of rage?
NoyesI mean, he did it partly because hes a madman, but mostly because he was trying to get away from Peter Pettigrew, who caught up with Black before the Ministry did. I guess Pettigrew was another one of the Potters close friends. He was sobbing, and asking Black how he could do it, how he could betray James and Lilyso Black destroyed him. The biggest bit they ever found was Pettigrews finger. With the same blow, twelve other people in the street were wiped out.
And then they arrested Black, and hes been in Azkaban ever since.
Until last summer. Now hes out, and hes after Harrybecause Harry ruined Blacks life by surviving Voldemorts curse. Blacks really trying to kill him, tooif hes fool enough to walk straight into Hogwarts, then hell stop at nothing. And Gwen, that doesnt scare me half as much as the fact that I think.... I think Harry wants to.... I just know hes going to try..... to go after Black himself.
He mustnt. Hed be playing right into Blacks hands.
I know. Ron and I were up half the night talking about itHarry wont come downstairs. Hes been in bed ever since we got back from Hogsmeade. Hes stunned. You should have seen his face under the table when the teachers finally left the Three Broomsticks. Ron and I ducked under there with him, and he looked like somebody had smacked him into a nightmare- like hed drunk poison instead of butterbeer. His parents dearest friendhis own godfatheris the traitor that got them murdered. I mean, thats like thats like if Ron were to betray Harry! Its unthinkable; its impossible!
Gwen, can you really be that close to someone, yet turn around and do that? Can you fake that kind of friendship? The Potters were extremely clever, but they didnt have a clue. They really thought Sirius Black was their friend. What an awful act. Black must have no heart, none at all. Can there really be such evil? I cant believe it. Harry could never do that. Ron wouldnt. I wouldnt. How could Black do it to the Potters? How? I dont understand.
Neither do I. Its the worst possible crime, betrayal. Because not only did Black steal the Potters lives, he destroyed their faith. Imagine what they must have felt in their hearts when Voldemort arrived, and they realized what Black must have done
Oh, Gwen, dont, dont, please dont, I already cant stop crying. I started as soon as Harry went to bed. Every time I think of his parents- or him, just a baby- or poor Peter Pettigrew and all those Muggles- or Hagrid almost handing Harry to Black at the last moment
Hagrid almost handed Harry to Black?!
Yes, but he didnt know any better. Hagrid was the one who pulled Harry out of the wreckage Voldemort left behind, and Black was there, pretending to be grief-stricken, and asking that Harry be given to him, as his godfather. Hagrid didnt know about the Fidelius Charm- he didnt know Black was a traitor. He almost handed Harry over, but didntDumbledore had told him to bring Harry directly to the Dursleys house. He did, and Dumbledore put him on their front step, and Harrys been an orphan ever since. Harrys really angry that Hagrid never told him anything about this, but I dont blame Hagrid one single bit. Oh, Gwen, how can Harry face it?
Well, he must
not go out looking for revenge, even though Im sure hell want to, very, very badly. You and Ron keep a tight hold on him.We will. Were going to tell him to be careful. Rons as upset as I am; hes muttering on and on that he knows Harry will try something dire. Weve figured out that Malfoy mustve known about all this, too- remember that day in class when he said that if he was Harry, hed want revenge? We didnt know what he was talking about then, but now it makes sense. I imagine the Malfoys think its all a wonderful joke. Ill bet Lucius Malfoy knew that Sirius Black was working for Voldemort all the time. I feel sick, just sick I cant think about this anymore. But what do I say to Harry in the morning?
Just tell him you both want him safe. Tell him his parents wouldnt want him hurt, they wouldnt want him to go looking for Black. And then just watch out for him.
All right. Ill talk it over with Ron in the morning. Everybodys leaving for the holidays tomorrow- well have the common room all to ourselves after breakfast.
Good. Now get some sleep. This was obviously a very difficult discovery for you.
Yes, but thats nothing compared to how hard it was for Harryhe must be exhausted from the inside out. Im certainly very tired. Im so glad I have a cat right now, Gwen. I do love Crookshanks. He always knows when I need to stop thinking and go to sleep, I swear it, and he always knows when Im upset. Hes right here in my four-poster, purring and curling up next to me, and I think hell let me hug him until I fall asleep. Goodnight, Gwen.
Goodnight, Hermione.
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December 20
Hi.
Are you all right?
Not really.
Is it Harry?
Hes determined to do something to Black. He really hates him. Ron and I tried to reason with him this morning, but Harry says we dont understand. He says that every time the dementors get near him, he hears his own mum being murdered by Voldemort- he hears her screaming.
Ghastly.
He says if we heard our mums screaming like that, we wouldnt forget it in a hurry.
No. You never would.
Ron said, "Dyou want to kill Black or something?" Harry didnt say no. I said, "Harry doesnt want to kill anybody, do you Harry?" And Harry still didnt say no. Im so scared, Ive never seen Harry look like that before, I think hes serious. I cried, and told him to please be sensible, that his parents wouldnt want him to do it, but he doesnt care. He just said, "Ill never know what theyd have wanted, because thanks to Black Ive never spoken to them." I mean, what is there for me to say, after that?
Nothing. Oh, Harry.
Ron fought him on it a hundred different ways, but it doesnt matter. The only reason Harry isnt trying to break out and find Black right now is because something else dreadful has happenedGwen, so many bad things have happened in two days, and this is supposed to be the first weekend of our holiday.
What
is it?Well, Ron suggested we go down to Hagrids, to try and get Harrys mind off his parents and Sirius Black. At first it seemed like a bad plan- Harry just wanted to go to Hagrids so he could yell at him for never telling him anything about Black and his father. He was in a deadly mood until we got into the cabin and took a look at Hagrid. Then it was hard to imagine anybody yelling at him, even Harry. The poor man was already a wreck, crying into his beard like hed never stop.
Gwen, its that hippogriff, Buckbeak- the one that attacked Malfoys arm. Lucius Malfoy has filed a complaint with the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, and theyre going to put Buckbeak on trial. Hell be executed if hes found guilty. Hagrids just beside himself. Nothing we could say would cheer him up- Harry said that wed be witnesses, I told him Id help him with a good strong defense, and Ron made a mug of tea- but he just kept on sobbing.
Thats simply awful. That rotten little Malfoy.
He and his father. I wish they werent so foul, but they are. And poor Hagrid cant even set Buckbeak free, because hes scared that if he breaks the law, theyll send him back to Azkaban.
He told us a little bit about his imprisonment there. Hed never talked about it before. Said it was the worst place in the whole world- the dementors almost drove him insane- he just had to relive the worst, blackest moments of his life again and again. Thats what dementors do, he said, they feed on human happiness and energy, and leave you in total despair. I cant think of a worse kind of prison.
There isnt one.
But were going to help him with Buckbeak, all three of us! Were going to the library tomorrow and taking out all the books we can on animal defense and hippogriffs in particular. There has to be a way to make a case for Buckbeak, not to mention that as long as were digging through transcripts of old dangerous creature trials, Harry wont be able to find enough time to plot revenge
Youre a good girl, to help Hagrid and Harry. But... where are
you going to find the time?Somewhere. Ill just have to, thats all. Its Hagrid. And Im going to get ahead of my studies before term starts, anyway. Ive already done a full day of homework today, and Ive still got two weeks left, and Ive drawn up a schedule to follow
Hermione, you
promised your father that you would have fun.Gwen
Im serious. Its
important that you have fun. I want you to promise me, too.I cant promise, but Ill promise to try, hows that? I dont know how much fun it would be anyway, with Sirius Black and Buckbeak hanging over our heads. Thank heavens Ron and I stayed here thoughjust imagine if Harry had to deal with all this on his own, for two weeks!
Yes, Im very glad that you two stayed with him. He needs his friends. But Hermione, youre not getting away with that other bit"promising to try" isnt good enough. I want you to swear that youll take
one day completely off.A whole day? But
Just one dayfor me. As my Christmas present. Thats all I want.
Gwen............ oh, all right. Since you put it that way. As a gift to you, Ill put down my studies on Christmas.
Thank you.
But for now, Im going back through these Muggle Studies notes on basketball. Were doing a section on Muggle sports. I wish Id paid more attention when I was a Muggle, because we have to compare basketball with Quidditch, and I dont know anything about basketball. Maybe Harry does. Ill go ask him. Ill talk to you soon, okay?
Okay.
Bye.
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December 25
Gwen, help me. Oh, sorry, Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas. Whats wrong?
Its Harry- he got a Firebolt this morning in his presents.
A real Firebolt!? Cassie says theyre the newest international standard racing brooms! Theyll be flying on those at the World Cup next summer! Lucky Harry.
No, no, not lucky. This is not a coincidence. The broom didnt just appear. It had to come from someone, and we dont know who it was- theres no note, or card, or anything. Its extremely suspicious, dont you think? Who would spend that kind of money on Harry- he hasnt any family but the Dursleys, and theyd never. Why would anybody give him such a gift anonymously? Unless they didnt want him to know, unless it was a trick of some kind..... Gwen, I think its from Sirius Black.
Sirius Black!?
Yes. I remember when Quirrell tried to hex Harry off his broom in first year- Hagrid said it would take powerful Dark magic to interfere with a broomstick. But Blacks got powerful Dark magic. He could have put a Hurling Hex on it, or any number of other curses- it could throw Harry off the second hes in the air and kill him. Harrys too impressed that hes got a Firebolt to ask who sent it. He doesnt care who sent it, he just wants to ride it. Im sure Black was counting on that.
Gwen, what am I going to do? I think I have to go to a teacher, but Im not looking forward to it- not one bit. Not at all.
It would make sense, wouldnt it... yes, I can see it might be Black... an awful trick...youre sure it couldnt have come from anybody else?
Harry cant think of a single soul. And whats more, there was a Sneakoscope buzzing when the broom was in the room!
Who has a Sneakoscope?
Harry. Ron gave it to him over the summer for his birthday. He says its a really cheap one from a tourist place in Egypt, but I dont know. Why would it spin with just us in the room? Those things are only supposed to go off if somebodys doing something untrustworthy. It was just me, Harry, Ron, and the broom. And it was Christmas morning, so nobodyd had a chance to do anything untrustworthy yet, or Id blame it on Ron. Maybe it was going off because of Ron.
Was he doing something untrustworthy?
Well, he tried to kick Crookshanks, really, really hard! He had Scabbers in his pocket, and I had Crookshanks in my arms, and, wellCrookshanks doesnt know any better, hes only a cat!!!! I cant believe that Ron was going to kick him! I was so glad he missed and stubbed his toe on Harrys trunk thats when the Sneakoscope got knocked out onto the floor anyway, hes horrid! Crookshanks wasnt even doing anything!
Oh, dont be upset with him, its Christmas.
Yes, it is. He should have thought of that before he tried to kick my cat. Theres not much holiday spirit in this common room, I can tell you. Crookshanks is all shut up in my dormitory, poor thing, and still Ron wont quit glaring at me. The three of us pretty much threw our presents at each other.
Did you get Ron the diaryer, journal?
Yes, and he got me three sugar quills- lemon, cherry, and vanilla. He likes them because you can suck on them in class and just look like youre trying to decide what to write. The trouble is, I actually write in class. I take notes. But of course, he doesnt understand that. He didnt really like the Never-ending Notebook, either. He said, "Great, thanks," and dropped it next to him on the couch. Fine. Hell probably never write a word in it. I dont care.
And Harry..... Harrys just sitting here gazing at that Firebolt. I think hes actually trying to bond with it. I swear, hes gone over every inch of it a hundred times already, youd think he was in love with it. I dont want it to get taken away.... but if theres any chance it was sent over by Sirius Black....
Are you going to tell a teacher?
I dont want to. I mean, I really dont. But Im telling Professor McGonagall after Christmas lunch. Im so nervous-- Harrys going to hate me if I get that Firebolt taken awayboth of them will hate me. Ron already does right now, and its just going to get worse! Theyll never understand how I could turn in a Firebolt, theyll think Im just a tattle-tale and a teachers pet, and I hate when they think that of me. Or maybe Im underestimating them, maybe theyll see Im right, maybe theyll be logical. Oh, thats nonsense, those two arent logicalGwen, how can I do this?
Hermione, if it helps at all, I think youre doing the right thing.
Thank you. That does help. I just wish.... Gwen, why cant the right thing be easy?
It almost never is.
Well, here we go to lunch. Ill try and enjoy it. See you soon.
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Its over. Professor McGonagall took the Firebolt.
And... Ron and Harry?
Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh.
When Professor McGonagall said that it would have to be "stripped down" to look for jinxes... I just wanted to die. I wish there was any other way.
What did they say?
As soon as Professor McGonagall left with the Firebolt, Ron turned on me and just let loose with a yell. "What did you go running to McGonagall for?" I told him it was because I thought the broom might be from Sirius Black. Harry didnt even turn around. I think he was afraid if he looked at me, hed kill me. He said, "I think Id better not talk to you right now," and then he went upstairs to his dormitory.
Oh, dear.
Merry Christmas. Im going to the library.
No, Hermione, no homework, you promised
Im not going to do homework. Im going to read my book of the month. I have a whole stack of them I havent even touched yet because of all my homework, but this months seems to be the best for me right now. "Veritaserum: The Tortures of Truth". Its about the anguish people go through when theyre magically forced to be honest about difficult things. I may not have been forced, Gwen, but Im sure Ill be able to relate to these stories. Anyway, Im going.
All right, Hermione. Im proud of you, you know. Its very hard to do whats right.
Thanks. See you.
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December 31
Hi, Gwen.
How are you? Better?
Oh fine, you know. New Years Eve. Just doing a bit of research in the library. Its been really quiet this week, what with having nobody to talk to. Ive gotten quite a bit done. Finished my study schedule, and managed to dig up several things for Buckbeaks case. Everythings just fine.
Theyre still upset about the Firebolt?
Yes. But Im trying to stay cheerful. I heard Mum say once that your mood at the stroke of midnight on New Years is the way you feel all year long. Maybe I should go to bed early to avoid being in a bad mood all year.
I cant believe theyve really kept a grudge all week! Granted, its an excellent broom, but still- I imagined theyd come around and see it from your perspective.
Ha. Harry doesnt say much of anything at all, and with Ron its all a fight, every word I say gets twisted. Like today, all I did was ask if he and Harry wanted to go through a couple of things were working on in Transfiguration, and he started picking at me right off.
"Dont try and tell us what to do."
"Im not! I was just going to--"
"Going to tell McGonagall if we dont do our homework?"
"Oh, stop it, Ron, you know I wouldnt do that!"
"Criminal damage."
"What?"
"Stripping down a brand new Firebolt."
"You care more about that broom than you do about Harry!"
"No, I just understand that its a FIREBOLT, and you dont."
"Youre right. I dont. Im going to the library."
"Whos stopping you?"
Thats about the best its been. But I know Im right to have turned it in, and that helps. Professor McGonagall thinks Im right- she thinks Sirius Black sent the Firebolt, too. And once its checked, Harryll get it back, I mean, he knows how much Professor McGonagall wants Gryffindor to win the Quidditch Cup. He knows I didnt turn the broom in just for fun. You know, I think Harry actually does understand- its just that that doesnt stop his being angry with me. But Ron wont even try to understand. He always does this- goes off the deep end without using his head, and takes it out on me. I dont think I can stand one more nasty word from him. Ive practically been living in the library. Im done with my homework and Ive got a stack of notes for Hagrid and Buckbeak, so theres nothing left for me to do. But I dont feel like going back to Gryffindor.
You know what I think Ill do? Ive just had the best idea! This will put me in a good mood before midnight! Im going to go down and see Hagrid, and start putting Buckbeaks case together, and and maybe talk to him about Ron and Harry, just a little bit.
I think thats just a wonderful idea. Im so glad youre going to spend the holiday with Hagrid.
Me too. And you know what? I think Ill go back to Gryffindor first after all, and let Crookshanks out of my room. Hes been cooped up in there all week, and its not fair on him to be locked up just because Rons in a foul mood.
Certainly not.
I already feel better. Happy New Year, Gwen.
Happy New Year, Hermione.
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January 2
Hello, Gwen.
Term starts tomorrow and everyone back at Hogwarts so its not as bad in Gryffindor anymore. Its horrible of me, but I was actually glad to see Neville getting distressed over his Motion Charm- it gave me something to do and someone to talk to. Im all right, though. Hagrid said I can come down to his house whenever I want to- he told me to bring my books and study all I like with him and Fang.
You spent the New Year with him, then?
Yes, and it was really nice. Im so glad I thought of going. We drew up an outline for Buckbeaks defense, and it really seemed to make him feel better to start piecing arguments together with the facts Ive gathered. I just know well have a chance at getting Buckbeak released, if we keep working this way.
Did you tell Hagrid what happened with the Firebolt?
Yes, I told him that I turned it in to Professor McGonagall and now Harry and Ron arent talking to me. He put his big hand on my shoulder and said, "Yer hearts in the righ place, Hermione. Harrys jus disappointed, you understand. He knows yeh did it fer the best."
I said, yes, I understand why Harrys upset, but what about Ron? I didnt do anything to him. "Well, hes pretty loyal ter whichever one o you is havin a hard time," Hagrid said. "When Harry gets that broom back, Ronll let down."
I wanted to ask why Ron doesnt care that Im having a hard time, but Hagrid suddenly checked the clock and said, "Its almos midnight! Have some othat treacle fudge there, and Ill get us summat ter toast with!" And then he bustled around a minute, got me a mug of cocoa and himself a tankard of ale, and we rang in the New Year together.
And how was your mood?
Quiet. But I was happy. Hagrid and I got to talking about a lot of things- even about Care of Magical Creatures class. He actually asked my advice! He said the flobberworms were all dead from too much lettuce, and he didnt know what to have us do with our new term. I told him it might be nice if we could work on something non-threatening, but fun at the same time. We went through the "Monster Book of Monsters: Teachers Edition", and found some good ideas- I think Salamanders would be nicest, because its going to be really cold, and its an outdoor class, so a big bonfire of flame-loving lizards would be perfect!
Both of us were a lot happier when Hagrid walked me up to the castle afterward. He gave me a hug at the door when I told him I didnt want to walk through our common room and get ignored by Harry and Ron. He said, "You go on, Hermione. Yehve got nothin ter be worried about. And yeh can come an see me whenever yer feelin lonesome." So I put my shoulders back and walked to Gryffindor, through the common room. Obviously they were fine celebrating without me. Theyd pulled some crackers, and they were playing Gobstones. Harry said, "Happy New Year," but he didnt look up, and he didnt mean it. And Ron just said, in a narrow sort of voice, "No books? Thought you were holing up in the library,"
I would have told him where I was, but his tone put me off. "No, I wasnt in the library," I said, and went for the stairs. "Well where were you, then?" he demanded. Just then, Crookshanks leapt up next to the Gobstones set, arched his back, and practically started spitting fire at Ron, who immediately swiped at him hard with both hands. But Crookshanks very easily escaped, and jumped up in my arms. My cat knows that Ron is an idiot. I said, "Its none of your business where I was, is it? Happy New Year." And then I went up to bed.
Well.... at least you had a nice time with Hagrid.
Yes, and at least everyones back from holiday. I was going crazy this week with the silent treatment. Stupid broomstick. I just heard Harry telling Wood about it. Boys are all the same. Wood looked like hed be sick when Harry said that the teachers are currently stripping the Firebolt down. Not a thought for Harry, just worried about the Firebolt. Oh, thats rich. Wood just told Harry that hes going to go find Professor McGonagall and "make her see reason." Id like to hear that conversation. I need a laugh. I do hope Harry gets his broom back before the match next month, though. He really needs it, to make up for what happened last time with the dementors. Hes still upset about missing that Snitch.
He was
unconscious!Try telling him. He wont forgive himself. I heard him telling Wood that Professor Lupin is going to be giving him anti-dementor lessons until the match, so hell be prepared to fight them if they come back again. Wont that be fascinating? Harrys going to learn so much! I dont even know what stops dementors. I should look it up- I should look it up tonight, because when term starts tomorrow, I wont have much free time for doing personal research, and were probably not going to get to dementors in Defense Against the Dark Arts until were older. Theyre far more difficult than grindylows and kappas and things. Anyway, I hope Harry wont actually have to fight any dementors at the match. Professor Dumbledore wont let them come back again, I hope.
I hope so, too.
Well, Im off to the library. I want to find out what stops dementors, and then I want to get to bed a little early. Its my last chance to do that for awhile. Bye, Gwen.
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January 3
I am so glad to be back in classes!
Its funny, though..... it seems like theres a lot more homework today than there ever was before... but thats probably just because Ive been on holiday for so long. Anyway, I got ahead of my work over the break, so Im not worried, and Gwen, I feel much better about everything I missed being in school!
Im so glad to hear you sounding cheerful! Youve been.... rather low since that last trip to Hogsmeade, Hermione. Ive been worried for you.
No, no, dont be. Its a lot easier to handle the cold shoulder when there are a million other people to talk to, and a million assignments to do. Although it is really weird to be in classes with Harry and Ron and not be talking to them. I kept turning around to tell them things, but then Id see their faces, and Id remember.
It wont last long now. They cant hold a grudge forever- something will happen to snap them out of it, now that school is back in session.
Lets hope so. You know, its really irritating that they have a grudge at all. I mean, for heavens sake, theyre punishing me because I want Harry to survive his next Quidditch match, not just win it. He has enough to contend with on a normal, non-jinxed broom, what with those dementors trying to suck him out of the game.
Oh, speaking of that- I found out about dementors! I went to the library and looked in the "Giant Book of Counter-Charms", and theres only one listed under dementors. Its called a Patronus. I guess thats the silvery thing that Professor Lupin shot out of his wand on the train, and Professor Dumbledore used on the Quidditch field. The incantation is, "Expecto Patronum!" and when you say it, a sort of protective force takes shape and projects out of your wand, forcing the dementors to distance themselves. Each Patronus takes a unique shape, which is particular to the person who summons it. The Patronus is made up of all the things a dementor feeds on- hope, energy, and joy- but it cant feel despair, so the dementors cant hurt it. You have to be concentrating on one extraordinarily happy memory to produce a Patronus. You also have to be a very powerful qualified wizard.
Harry cant make a Patronus. I mean, maybe a really little one, but nothing that could really knock out a dementor. I dont know if thats what Professor Lupin is going to try and teach him, but its well beyond Ordinary Wizarding Level, and even beyond the N.E.W.T.s, so I dont see how hes going to be able to do it. I mean, Harrys fairly good in Charms, but this is the kind of magic that even the best seventh year students would have a really hard time doing. I dont even know if I could do it very well. Id love to take those anti-dementor classes with Harry. Too bad I cant talk to him about anything anymore. Too bad he and Ron have to be such a couple of prats.
I just let out the biggest sigh, Gwen. Lavender looked over here and said, "Whats the matter with you?" I hope that she and Parvati dont think this is a good opportunity to start reading my aura again. Not that it would be very difficult to read. I mean, even Crookshanks can read my aura when Im like this, cant you, Crookshanks? Cant you? Yes, here you are, my sly little cat! Here he is, Gwen!
Not coming to sit on me again, is he?
No, just coming to rub his head on my arm and make sure Im all right. He heard me sigh. Hes a good boy. Not like some of the ones I know.
Anyway, I have to go, Gwen.
Ah, yes. I felt that coming. Off to study, are you? You know, I really should be receiving a mark for Divination this year. I think Ive got the Inner Eye.
I think your Inner Eye might need testing. You completely misread the events of my future. Im not going to study. Im off to Astronomy. Its eleven thirty-five, and I have to climb up to the top tower in a minute. Remember when Harry and I took Norbert to the top of that tower? Ill never forget how hard Hagrid took it when he lost Norbert. He says he thought about that a lot in Azkaban.
Thats awful.
I know. But were going to save Buckbeak, Gwen, I just know it. Hagrids not going to lose any more of his pets. Oh, and guess what? Hagrid did the Salamander lesson today, and the bonfire was a great idea. It was the best class hes had yet- I think it really helped restore his confidence as a teacher!
I hope that doesnt mean hes going to start back in with those big scary creatures he likes.
You should have thought of that.
I suppose I should. But I dont care if he does- I gave his hand a squeeze when class was over and said, "Well done, Hagrid!" And he said, "Yeah, I spose thats a bit more like it!" Its nice to see Hagrid smiling.
Oh, Gwen, its eleven-fifty. I have to go! Bye!
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January 7
Whats happening? How is this possible?
Sorry?
My teachers- my classes- why is there twice as much work as last term? I swear theres never been this much before. What are they doing? Three days of class, and already weve covered everything I managed to get ahead of over the holidays, and there was a lot that I got ahead of! What is this going to mean on Monday? Am I going to.... to fall behind?
I dont know. What would happen if you fell behind?
I dont even want to think about it. I better not write anymore. Id better go and do my work right now. Oh, and what about Hagrid? I havent found one single new thing for Buckbeaks case! I felt awful going down there this afternoon without anything. But Hagrid said, "Thats all righ, Hermione. Reckon I still need ter go over the firs things again." So we went through the notes Id taken before, and tried to work out an opening statement for the trial. But its not very strongIve got to find time to do more research!
And why is it all up to you?
Well, Hagrid really just needs to concentrate on committing the facts to memory, so Im collecting the facts for him.
I thought Harry and Ron were going to help you.
They were, but Im not going to bother reminding them of anything. Anyway, Harry has Quidditch practice almost every night, and Ron... well, its probably better if I just do it alone.
Youre still
fighting??Were not even fighting. I just dont talk to them, and they dont talk to me.
I cant be
lieve it. Its been two weeks!Two weeks and one day. And counting. But that doesnt stop us from throwing little jabs at each other. The first day back in class, after Defense Against the Dark Arts, I heard Harry and Ron talking about Professor Lupin. Ron said, "Still looks ill, doesnt he? What dyou reckons the matter with him?" And I just couldnt help myself. I mean, honestly, they ought to have figured it out by now. Hes was ill at the full moon on Christmas again.
"Tuh."
"And what are you tutting at us for?"
"Nothing."
"Yes, you were, I said I wonder whats wrong with Lupin and you--"
"Well, isnt it obvious?"
"If you dont want to tell us, dont"
"Fine."
Then I walked away, and heard Ron say to Harry, "She doesnt know. Shes just trying to get us to talk to her again." Well yes I do know, Ron Weasley, and no I dont want you talking to me. I dont have time for talking anyway. I really cant write anymore, Gwen, I have to get this work done or Ill scream.
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January 14
Gwen, I think Im sick.
Whats wrong?
I cant get warm. I was boiling up all day today, and now Im freezing, and I cant see my notes because my eyes keep blurring up.
Youve got a bad fever. Go to Madam Pomfrey.
No. Shell keep me overnight and Ill lose time on my studies.
Youll lose more time if you get really ill.
Ill get better, Ill be fine, I shouldnt have said anything. Hey, guess what? Slytherin beat Ravenclaw in the match yesterday, so that means if Gryffindor beats Ravenclaw next month, well get to play for the Quidditch Cup!
Thats nice. Go to Madam Pomfrey.
But Gwen
I dont want to hear another word until youve gone to the hospital wing.
Oh, dont you stop talking to me, too! Please, you have to let me finish my Rune translation first at least- she wont let me get it done up there and its the last thing I have to do tonight. Ill go when Im done, I promise. Gwen?
Gwen?
Perfect.
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January 15
Yes, I went, and I feel better, so start talking to me, Gwen, or Im going to
Good. I just want you to be healthy.
Im fine.
How are Harry and Ron?
I wouldnt know, they still dont talk to me. They were talking about me today, though. "Hows she doing it? Getting to all her classes? I heard her talking to Professor Vector, that Arithmancy witch, this morning. They were going on about yesterdays lesson, but Hermione cantve been there, because she was with us in Care of Magical Creatures! And Ernie Macmillan told me shes never missed a Muggle Studies class, but half of them are at the same time as Divination, and shes never missed one of them either!"
Who made all those astute observations?
Ron.
You know, for someone who is "ignoring" you, he seems to have been watching you very carefully, doesnt he?
If you can explain him to me, Gwen, Id appreciate it. I dont understand him at all. I just ignored him and went down to Hagrids- I dont need another fight about the Firebolt. I asked Hagrid to explain it, since he used to be a boy, and he said that this isnt really a fight, its more like a testing time.
What did he mean by that?
Well, he said that all close friends have to go through rough periods with each other, and in the end, when things work out again, the friends either come back together or they move on. I said, "Well, what do you think will happen to us?" And he said, "Oh, Ive seen my share o great friendships. An from what I know of you three, yehll come back together jus fine, and be stronger fer the fightin."
I like Hagrid.
So do I. He practiced his opening statement (revised version- really very good!) while I did my essay on Undetectable Poisons for Professor Snape. Four feet of parchment. And now Ive got another one to do for Professor Lupin, and thats only a foot, but still, my fingers are hurting. Theyre chapped from the cold, and from writing so much, and my fingernails are all black, because I cant get the ink out. Ugh.... they look disgusting.
I can help with that tell me, do they still sell a thing called Frog Spawn Soap?
Yes, they have it in Hogsmeade, why?
Does anybody have some around?
Ginny does, I think. Fred and George brought it back for her as a joke. She doesnt like it.
See if shell let you borrow it. Its got something in it that works wonders on ink-stained skin- I used to use it all the time to get my hands white after Id written in my diary.
You used Frog Spawn Soap? But you.... but youre Guinevere!
Whats the matter with Frog Spawn soap?
It just doesnt seem very... well.... romantic.
I was very practical, as well as being highly romantic. Rather like yourself.
Im not romantic. But really? You think Im like that? Like you were?
Sometimes, its uncanny. Now go get that soap from Ginny, and clean out your fingernails.
Gwen, do you know what? That makes me feel better than anything has in three whole weeks.
Good. Bye, dear.
Bye, Guinevere.
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January 20
Hello, Gwen.
Harry still does not have his broom back, because even though Oliver Wood went and pleaded for it, Professor McGonagall still somehow thinks that Harrys safety is more important than Gryffindors Quidditch chances. Imagine that. Wood said that she got "a bit shirty" with him. Ha ha ha. However, all this means that theyre still not talking to me.
Hermione... its been a month. Are you managing all right?
Its not quite a month, its twenty-six days, and yes, Im fine, because I was right, and I know I was right, and that helps. I have the library, I have classes, I have Hagrid-- I dont need them. Everythings perfect except for the fact that without me up in Gryffindor, Neville is probably going to fail every class except Herbology, and the fact that going down in the snow to Hagrids every day doesnt seem to be improving my cough.
Your cough?
Its nothing, Gwen. Its just a cough.
I think Hagrids getting really good with Buckbeaks defense! Ive made him memorize a lot of facts, and hes really been working hard. Ive started quizzing him in a debate format, and he can usually answer my questions. If he can just remember that our precedent is the hippogriff-baiting of 1831, not 1813 (they executed that one,) and if he can stop crying every time he says the word "Buckbeak," then I think he stands a good chance.
Excellent. Go to Madam Pomfrey.
For a cough? Are you kidding me? Im not going back up there. Last time I went up there she shook her head and narrowed her eyes and said, "Yes, I know all about you, young missy. I warned Professor McGonagall about giving you that Time-Turner. Ive a good mind to make you sleep for three weeks!" Shed do it, too! I cant go.
If you wont think of yourself, think of Parvati, and Ginny and your Quidditch Chasers, and all the other girls in the Gryffindor dormitory who are going to be exposed to your germs all night. If youre contagious, youre going to make everybody else sick, too.
Gwen, why did you have to say that?
Because its true.
Now I have to go. But if she keeps me overnight, Im going to go crazy doing make up work, I swear I am, and its going to be all your fault!!
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Hermione Granger
January 31
Why Muggles Need Electricity
It is necessary, when examining the concept of electricity, to understand life without magic. This lifestyle is commonly referred to as Muggle Living. Muggles, or non-magical humans, do not posses powers that allow them to do even the simplest things, such as providing light, without the use of crude implements, such as matches (or, even further back in time, the use of flint-stones.) Muggles cannot conveniently light their wand-tips, as those in the magical world do so often, or exercise even the most basic fire spell. In an effort to make light convenient, therefore, Muggles have learned to harness the force of Electricity, and they have found that not only has light become a less complicated issue, but
Hermione, stop it! What are you doing? Is this an essay?
Gwen? Is that.... is that you?
Well of
course its me, who else would it be?I thought.... I thought this was my Muggle Studies parchment. Sorry.
But you wrote your password!
Habit. Its a habit. Muggle Social Habits. No, that was my last essay. Wait a minute, what day is this?
Hermione! Its the last day of January- its Wednesday- whats
wrong with you?Its Wednesday? Its... its ten-thirty. Okay. Im fine. I have Astronomy at midnight, Im fine, I havent missed anything, Im okay. Okay.
Where have you been for almost two weeks? Ive been worried! Did you go to Madam Pomfrey?
Did I... yes. I did. And by the way, thanks a LOT! I told you this was going to happen, didnt I? Im losing my mind! I told you shed make me go to sleep, and I was right, but you made me go, and Madam Pomfrey slipped a Knockout Solution into my Pepperup Potion and kept me up there all weekend! I lost a whole WEEKEND. Do you have any idea what that means? ANY IDEA?
I think Im
getting the idea, thank you very much.Well good, then maybe you wont make me go up to the stupid hospital wing anymore, and take up all my time!
Hermione!
Well, now Im EXTREMELY behind!
My telling you to go to Madam Pomfrey is
no different from you telling Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. I did it only because I care about your health and safety. If you cant see that, then youre behaving as poorly as Harry and Ron.NO IM NOT!!!
Yes, you are.
DONT TALK TO ME, IM BUSY!!!
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Gwen?
Gwen, Im sorry, Im sorry, Im awful, Im worse than those stupid boys, please dont be mad with me, I cant stand to have anybody else mad with me, I dont even want to go to Astronomy until you forgive me, Im just under too much strain, and I think Im starting to
Its all right, Hermione. I know you didnt mean it.
I didnt, I didntI just snapped at you, because Ive been dying to snap at somebody for so long.... Im so sorry, really, Gwen. Theres no excuse. Im horrid.
No youre not. Youre tired and edgy and sick. And Ive been a diary far too long to take it personally.
Oh, thank you, Gwen! Youre the most wonderful diary in the world. Id never make it through this year without you, really I wouldnt. I dont know how you can forgive me, Ive been such a brat.
Wont you forgive Harry and Ron the same way?
If they ask. I really want them to.
They will. Now go on and copy that Muggle business onto the right paper. I think its shaping up to be a fine essay.
I hope so. I have another one due for Arithmancy and theyre both due next Tuesday. Theyre two rolls of parchment each. I cant believe I thought you were my parchment. Ive really got to organize my brain.
Go ahead then. Ill see you soon.
Yes, you will. Bye, Gwen.
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February 1
I got in trouble today, in Professor McGonagalls class.
How on earth
I fell asleep.
Oh. Well, I certainly hope she didnt reprimand you this Time-Turner was all her idea
But it was my choice. Oh, it was so embarrassing. I woke up to Neville hissing, "Hermione, Hermione!" and I realized that my head was down on my textbook. I snapped it up again, but Professor McGonagall was already looking right at me. "Miss Granger?" she said, as if asking for an explanation. "Im so sorry" I started, but she cut me off. "Meet me in my office after your final class today. We will need to discuss this." I could feel Ron and Harry looking at me. Ive never fallen asleep in a class in my life. Oh, why did it have to be Transfiguration? Why couldnt it have been History of Magic? Everybody falls asleep in there, and Professor Binns doesnt even notice.
Were you up all night?
Only until two-thirty! But then this morning I had Arithmancy, Muggle Studies, and Divination at nine. I guess by Transfiguration I was already worn out.
I wonder why.
Oh, dont, please. Ive had enough speeches today. After lunch we went to Care of Magical Creatures. The whole time we were down there, I was terrified I was going to fall asleep and stick my head in the bonfire. Before I could go back up to see Professor McGonagall after class, Hagrid took me aside and asked if I was all right. "Dyeh think yer tryin ter do too much, Hermione? Id clean forgot about that Time-Turner, what with all the help yehve bin givin me and Beaky. Don you come down here anymore. I don wan you spendin yer time on me. Yeh need ter sleep."
How did he know what had happened?
Oh, Neville told him. I heard him say it. Neville knows Ive been visiting Hagrid a lot lately, because hes been wanting to know why Ive been in the common room so rarely this term, so I guess he thought Hagrid might know whats the matter. "Do you know whats wrong with Hermione?" he asked.
"Why?" said Hagrid, "Wha happened, Neville?"
"Well, she fell fast asleep in Transfiguration," he said, "And I thought that was really strange, for Hermione."
"Yeah," Harry added. "Shes been looking really tired." And Ron said, "She passed right out. Dyou spose shes sick?"
It seems I am not the only one who worries about you.
Well, I told Hagrid that Im fine, and of course Ill still help with Buckbeaks case, and its just I had a cough recently, but now Im all better. And then I had to go and see Professor McGonagall, which was even worse.
What did she say?
"Miss Granger, Ive heard from Madam Pomfrey. She says you have been to see her twice. Are you ill?"
"Not anymore."
"How are you faring with your Time-Turner? Still managing?"
"Yes, Professor, and Im horribly sorry I fell aslee"
"Miss Granger, I know that you are dedicated to your studies. That is why I asked the Ministry to make an exception in your case. But I hoped you would learn something above and beyond your class work from this experience."
"Whats that?"
But she didnt answer. She just looked at me a moment and said, "All right. Continue as you are. But I warn you: stay awake in your classes, or I shall have to ask you to drop one." Ive disappointed her, Gwen. She made an exception for me and I cant live up to it. I was so upset that I couldnt think of anything to say, and the first thing I said didnt make any sense at all, it just came flying out of me.
"Please, Professor, when are you going to give Harry back his Firebolt?" Professor McGonagall blinked and looked surprised. "His Firebolt is currently being tested for a Hurling Hex. It will be finished in three days." I let out an enormous sigh of relief. "Oh, thats such good news!" I said. "Really? Three days?"
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. "I take it this has been a difficult month," she said. I didnt look at her, but I nodded. "Very well, Miss Granger. Three days. You are excused."
Three days, thats wonderful! Did you tell Harry?
No. Im not telling him anything. He and Ron can come to me. I want to see what theyll do. I want to see how theyll act when theyve got the stupid FireboltI want to see how theyre going to explain why it was more important than me.
Well!
Well? Im mad. Now that I know everythings going to be fine, and hes going to get it back, suddenly Im just so mad! I was right! And they shouldnt have ignored me all this time!
No, they shouldnt have! Let them wait the three days, they deserve it.
Oh, Gwenyou are the best.
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February 5
Gwen!!!!! The Firebolt is back!!!!
What did they say?! Is everything all right?
Not quite, but it will be in a minute, Im just sure of it. Professor McGonagall was just in the common room looking for Harry, and carrying the broomstick! Harry wasnt here, but when Ron saw the Firebolt, he sprang up and followed Professor McGonagall out of the room and as he left, I saw him look over here. I think he looked guilty. I bet theyll be back any minute.
Well its about time! Those boys are ridiculous, not speaking to you for a month all over a broom.
A month and a week and four days. But its over, its overand the Quidditch match isnt until the end of the month, so Harryll have plenty time to practice on it and everythingoh, thank heavens!
Yes! Theyre back, and Harry has itoh, everybodys mobbed him and Ron, they cant believe its a real Firebolt! Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherins are just going to be sick when they see Harry on that broom! Im so glad its okay, Im so glad its not cursed, Im so glad I turned it in so I wouldnt have to worry!
Theyre coming over here! What do I say?
Nothing. Theyd better give you a great big apology.
Do you know what? I dont care. All they have to do is talk to me, and everything will be fine in two minutes. I dont want to fight anymore. I have to go. Bye!!
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I give up. Its over. Things couldnt be worse. Right when they were about to get better, and now its ruined, and Rons never going to be my friend again, not ever. But Im not going to let him see me cry!
But I thought the Firebolt was back
It is. And we were friends again, sort of, for about one second. Harry was grinning, holding up the broom, and Ron said, "See, Hermione? There wasnt anything wrong with it!" And I said, "Well, there might have been! At least now you know its safe!" And then Ron ran upstairs to put the Firebolt away and give Scabbers some rat tonic. Harry was sitting with me, actually asking about my classes and looking at my pre-Magicalculus number chart, and I was about to tell him why I like Arithmancy so much- Gwen, it felt so nice, just talking.
And then it all came crashing down again. There was an incredible yell from upstairs, and everyone in the common room got silent, and watched as Ron came hurtling down the stairs, waving his bedsheet. It had blood on it. And some of Crookshanks hairs were up there on the floor. And Scabbers is.... missing.
Oh, no, Hermione, did Crookshanks eat Scabb
There is NO EVIDENCE that Crookshanks ate ANYBODY!!!! Scabbers cold be anywhere- he could be hiding- those cat hairs could have been up there since Christmas- anyway, thats what I told Ron when he came down shaking the bloody sheet in my face. He was so angry that I wouldnt admit Crookshanks ate his rat, but Gwen, how can I admit something if Im not even sure its true? And anyway, I am not ABOUT to apologize to him for ANYTHING! He hollered at me in front of everyone, and threw the cat hairs down on my Rune homework, and said if I didnt say I was sorry, then I could just forget about talking to him anymore. I said, "Oh, some threat! Im used to it! Youve been horrible ever since Christmas, and youve been prejudiced against my cat since Diagon Alley, so just go away!"
Then I grabbed up all my things and ran before I burst into tears right there in Gryffindor. I heard Fred Weasley let out a low whistle when I slammed open the Portrait Hole, but I didnt care what kind of scene I was making. I ran all the way to Hagrids with all my books, and when I got there, I mustve looked terrible. Hagrid didnt say a word. He just made me a cup of tea, sat down next to me, and waited. Finally I burst, "Hagrid, I just want to scream out and hit something!"
"Go ahead," he said, and held out his huge palm, face out. "I won feel a thing. Give us yer best try, Hermione."
I couldnt strike Hagrid. But it was such a dear gesture that I just broke down sobbing like an idiot. I told him all about the Firebolt coming back and almost having friends again, Crookshanks and Scabbers, and Ron accusing me. I cried on and on, and the whole time Hagrid got me tissues and patted my shoulder. If he wasnt here at Hogwarts, I dont know what Id do. He says he understands why Im sticking up for Crookshanks; after all, look at what hes doing for Buckbeak! He knows Im just attached to my cat. But he says I have to be very patient with Ron right now, if I can, because "Its hard, losin yer animals."
Gwen, I really, really hope somebody finds Scabbers. Im sure... I cant believe... I mean, hes not eaten, is he? Oh, please dont let him be eaten. I cant take it.
Whether Scabbers is eaten or not, apparently he
is missing. I know youve had a very rough time lately, but try to hold on. This is going to be a difficult time for Ron. Its very hard when a pet diesHe didnt die, he disappeared.
Yes, all right. But you know that in time, Ron will recover. Im
sure he values you more than a rat.He didnt value me more than a Firebolt.
Oh, Hermione.
Well, thats how it feels. Im just.... I know hes feeling bad, but Im sorry. Im not apologizing for anything unless he can prove Crookshanks did it. Im sick and tired of him taking everything out on me. And even if he proves it, Im not apologizing. Crookshanks is only a cat, he didnt know any better, it isnt my fault, oh Gwen, I didnt want Scabbers to get eaten!
Of course not!
But Ron says that I never kept a close enough watch on Crookshanks, and that I practically murdered Scabbers. I feel dreadful. Im furious, too. What a rotten, horrid, awful, terrible term this has been. How am I supposed to get anything done? How am I supposed to translate Ancient Runes when Im so frustrated that I cant see straight?
I dont know.
Me either. And Ive still got a summary to do for Divination, before we move on from Palmistry- nonsense, its just nonsense, I didnt learn a thing in this section, and this stupid summary is supposed to be include the way in which we "See" ourselves using this information in the future.
You know what? Im not doing it.
You.... youre not?
No. If Trelawney gets upset, Ill tell her I saw my future, and I was fated not to finish this assignment. If she doesnt believe me, I dont care.
You dont.
No. Im fed up with everybody who wont be sensible. Ill use the time to work on Buckbeaks caseHagrids been so good to meI really want him to win it. Im going to stop Buckbeak being executed if its the last thing I do. I do care about other peoples pets besides my own.
I know you do.
I wish.... I wish other people could see that.
Other people will come to their senses.
Will he? Another month like this one, Gwen, and I think Ill crack. Its so hard.
I know. Go to sleep, my dear.
Okay. One more tablet of Runes first, though. Goodnight.
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February 14
I CANT STAND HIM!!!!
Hermione!
If you could SEE him! Every time I come in the room, he turns his back to me. Every word I speak, he says, "Dyou hear anyone Harry? I dont." And Harry just goes along with it!
I was at a table in the common room today, and he sat down. Hed never have sat there if hed seen me, but I had an enormous stack of books hiding me, and he didnt know I was there until he banged his knees into mine under the table and I said, "Ow." Then he got up so fast that all my books fell down and messed up my History of Magic essay, on which the ink was still all wet, so now I have to recopy the whole thing! AND I DONT HAVE TIME! I blew up.
"Look what you DID!"
"No, look what YOU did! Admit it! Admit it was that cat!"
"It wasnt! Youve got no proof!"
"Hes GONE!"
"Hes probably hiding from YOU because youre so MEAN!"
"HE WAS EATEN!"
"Have you checked under everyones beds? Bet you havent!"
"I dont have to! I KNOW where he is!"
"Good, then go and fetch him and stop yelling at me!"
"STOP ACTING INNOCENT!"
"I am innocent Ron! I didnt touch your rat."
"Its your fault anyway! You never took me seriously about that animal you call a pet, and now HES KILLED SCABBERS!"
But I refused, point blank, to acknowledge him anymore after that. He said all sorts of scathing things, but I just hummed very loudly and went on recopying my essay. Finally he left, first slamming his fists down on the table, which upset my ink bottle all across my Arithmancy equations, so now I have to recopy them as well!
Thats when Harry turned to me with an incredibly bad choice of timing and said, "Look, Hermione. Youve always been really logical. Im not blaming you or anything, but you have to see that all the evidence points to Crookshankswont you just admit that maybe"
"Okay, side with Ron, I knew you would! First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everythings my fault, isnt it! Just leave me alone, Harry, Ive got a lot of work to do!" He shook his head and shrugged and walked off upstairs after Ron, of course. I saw him leave a couple minutes later with his Firebolt. His Quidditch match is next weekend, but I dont think Im going to make it.
What?!
I DONT THINK IM GOING TO MAKE IT.
Youre going toto miss one of Harrys games?
Like hell care. They dont notice what I do anymore unless its something to yell about. This is miserable. I hate them for sticking up for each other, and never for me. Im going down to Hagrids.
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February 19
Thank heavens for girls, Gwen. Were the only reasonable people in the whole world, we really are.
True enough, but what inspires this reflection?
Ginny Weasley. She has sense in her head. Today, she found me asleep in the common room with my face in my Astronomy atlas. Harry and Ron were both in there, too-- they saw me-- I mean, everybody knows Im out of my mind with studies. But Ginny is the only one who bothered to wake me up and help me get upstairs with all my things. She doesnt hold anything against me just because I happen to be fighting with two of her favorite people. Only a girl could act like that.
She didnt just help me up, either, she wanted to make sure I was really all right, and we had a long talk about everything. She actually thanked me for getting Harrys Firebolt taken away and tested; she said, "If you hadnt done it, I would have had to. I told Ron to leave you alone about it, but he doesnt listen to me about important things, because Im younger." I said, "Youre only a year younger," but she shook her head and said, "It doesnt matter. It makes a big difference to- to both of them. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure youre okay." I told her I was, and then I said, "Ginny? Youre not mad about Scabbers, are you? I know he was in your family for a long time, and I..... Im sorry if youre upset." I wont apologize to her brother, but Ginny was the very first person to see any of this from my perspective!
Is she upset about Scabbers?
She said, "Well of course Im sorry hes been kill... that is, Im very sorry that hes missing. Ron was really fond of him." Which is obviously true, even though he always used to act like he hated Scabbers. When I told Ginny that, she said, "Well, I know its dumb, but thats how he always acts when he likes things. So its too bad Scabbers is gone. But no Im not mad about it I dont think its your fault, Hermione."
And when I said, "Thanks," in a very trembly sort of voice, she gave me a hug, and asked if I wanted to sit with her at the Quidditch match next Saturday.
Are you going to go?
Probably not. Why bother. But I told Ginny that if I do go, Ill definitely sit by her. If the world were all made up of girls, it would be nicer, wouldnt it?
Er.... well. On some days, I suppose it would.
Yes. I have to go finish this star chart. Ive got to quit falling asleep everywhere like this, it looks terrible. Talk to you later, Gwen.
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February 24
We won. Harry was incredible. Well be playing Slytherin for the Quidditch Cup in the spring. You should have seen it.
You went!
I went. But I dont have any time to tell you details, and Im so, so sorry, Gwen. If you could see the size of this book Im reading, youd understand.
No, thats all rightdoes this mean youre not fighting?
It doesnt mean anything. I feel worse right now than I have all week. But I had to see the match. Its Harry. And he flew on that Firebolt better than anybody Ive ever seen, and he even made a Patronus
The dementors came again?
Not really. It was Malfoy and a bunch of lousy Slytherins, standing on each others shoulders, dressed up like three dementors. They were hoping to distract Harry, so that Gryffindor would lose. But even the sight of three fake dementors was enough for Harry-- he shot a silvery thing out of his wanda really decent Patronus! It knocked Malfoy to the ground and all the Slytherins fell all over themselves. Ginny and I both gasped when we saw the dementors and laughed when Malfoy came tumbling down Im glad I sat with Ginny. Its really interesting to watch her watching a Quidditch match. She gets extremely excited but she doesnt really cheer, she just sort of fixes her eyes up there and holds her breath. And when Harry caught the Snitch to end the game, she was just shining.
I didnt cheer the way I usually do- I didnt have the heart for it, and Im so tired. But it was a great match. The Ravenclaw Seeker is actually a girl, for a change! I thought that was wonderful. Her names Cho Chang, and shes really good, but Harry was better, and Gwen..... oh, I wish I had time to tell you.
Dont worry about it. Really.
Thanks. Afterwards, all of Gryffindor was down in the common room celebrating, except for me. I was in the corner, trying to read "Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles", when Harry actually came over and tried to talk to me.
"Did you even come to the match?"
"Of course I did, and Im very glad we won, and I think you did really well, but I need to read this by Monday."
"Come on, Hermione, come and have some food."
"I cant, Harry. Ive still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read. Anyway.... He doesnt want me to join in."
Thats when Ron said, "If Scabbers hadnt just been eaten, he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them."
And thats when I burst into tears and ran up here with my book. And they dont even care. I have to go.
HQoW
February 25
Gwen, Gwen, Gwen-- I cant stop shaking
Are you sick again? Please, Hermione, dont make me beg you to go to Madam Pomfrey this time
No. Not sick. Listen to me. Sirius Black got in here tonight.
Hehe didnt!
All the way in.
He was right here in Gryffindor- all the way up inside the boys dormitory- in the third years room- and he- he ripped open Rons bed-curtains with a big knife and Ron woke up and saw him- Sirius Black almost killed him- he almost killed him and Harry- he almost killed everybodyHermione, listen to me, calm down. Where are you?
Im in the common room. Everybody is. I woke up with a start when I heard Ron yelling there was all sorts of noise as everybody woke up, and we all came downstairs in huddles. Ron was in here gasping at Percy, and Percy was telling him it was nothing but a nightmare, and then Professor McGonagall showed up and wanted to know exactly what was going on, and Ron yelled, "IT WASNT A NIGHTMARE! PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!"
I think I fell on the couch. I know I put my hands over my mouth. Professor McGonagall said, "Dont be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have gotten through the portrait hole?" But he had gotten through. Sir Cadogan let him, because he had all our passwords, a whole list of them, on a slip of paper.
However did that happen?!
It happened because ever since Sir Cadogan took over for the Fat Lady, he changes the password about five times a dayI told you hes insane. And theyre all really ridiculous words, and it makes it really hard to remember all of them, all the time. And.... and Neville Longbottom.....
Doesnt have a very good memory.
No. He had to write all the passwords down. And then he lost them. He must have left them lying somewhere. Oh, the only person who feels more shaken than Ron right now is Neville. He is in so much trouble. Professor McGonagall looked like she wanted to obliterate him. Neville looked like hed died. Ron just looked.... he looks.....
Gwen, its not right that I cant go over to him. I feel.... theres not a word.... its like a bruise, inside. Hes sitting by the fire with Harry and Ginny and all his brothers, and hes so pale. How can we not be speaking through this? Sirius Black, with a knifeI cant stand to thinkhe and Harry are so lucky, so lucky to be alive.
Go over there.
I cant. I cant. I would, but.... hes still being stubborn, even after whats happened. After Professor McGonagall left to conduct a search of the castle, everybody settled down and started waiting. It was tense and quiet, and I didnt know what to do. Finally, I chanced a look at him. He was looking at me. For a split-second I thoughtbut then he dropped his eyes.
Hermione
Hold on, Gwen. Professor McGonagall just came through the Portrait Hole.
***
Black escaped again.
No. Its not possible.
Yes it is. Hes gone- the staff has been searching the castle all night. Its already light out. Its six in the morning. Everybodys going back to bed. How can they? Arent they wide awake? I want to go to Hagrids, I dont want to go to bed. How can anybody sleep, after Sirius Black just tried to.... Im going to go to the Owlery and send a note to Hagrid to come up and get me right now. I cant just go down there by myself. Students arent allowed to leave the castle unaccompanied by a teacher anymore, Professor McGonagall just told us there are new security enforcements on all of us.
What an ordeal, for all of you. Why dont you go up and get some rest? You can see Hagrid tomorrow.
But it is tomorrow, and Ive got to get to Hagrids. I need to cry really badly and I cant do it here. Dont worry, Gwen, Ill check in with you later and let you know Im all right. Bye.
HQoW
February 26
Hi, Gwen, Im fine.
Thank you. Whats happeninghave they caught Black?
No. But they fired Sir Cadogan. The Fat Lady came back, and there are security trolls around our Portrait Hole entrance, guarding her. Hagrid says Im not to come down and visit him anymore until Black is back in Azkaban. Although actually, Black wont be going back to Azkaban if they catch him. The Ministry says that if the dementors find Black at this point, they have permission to perform the Dementors Kiss. It will suck out his soul through his mouth. That sounds absolutely horrifying, but if theres one person who deserves it, its Sirius Black. After what he did to Harrys parents.... what he almost did to Harry and Ron....
But I told Hagrid I have to come down to his cabin this week- we have to polish the last bits of Buckbeaks case. The hearing is this Friday, in London. Hagrid needs me. He said Im not to set foot out of the castle unless he fetches me himself, though.
Good.
We have to win that case, Gwen. We have to. Hagrids been so good to me. The other night, after what happened, he came right up to the castle when he got my owl, and took me down to his cabin. He let me cry myself to sleep, and then he carried me back. I want him to win, Gwen. Hes been there for me every time Ive needed him this year. He has to save Buckbeak.
I wish him the very best of luck. Youve done everything you possibly can, Hermione.
I hope its enough. Well, I was really just meaning to check in, Gwen. Ive got to go. I have all of yesterdays homework to catch up on, because after Hagrid brought me back, I was out like a light all day long.
How can you have homework from yesterday? It was Sunday.
Im behind from Friday. I still havent finished that Muggle Studies book, and I was supposed to be done with it today. And I have a Potions pre-test this Friday, and Im responsible for pruning the Tickling Ivy in Herbology, and.... oh, never mind, it looks worse when I write it down. And Im still exhausted from yesterday. But I cant afford to fall asleep in any more classes, so I dont know what to do... maybe if I asked Parvati to put a Freezing Charm on my eyelids so theyd stay open
Maybe if you went to bed.
Yes, youre right. Ill do that. Once Ive finished my studies. Goodnight, Gwen.
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March 1
Hello, Gwen.
How are you feeling?
Im tired. And Im nervous for Hagrid. He and Buckbeak left for London tonight on the Knight Bus- Ive just come back from his cabin. Weve done all we can. He remembered the answer to every question I asked him, and he didnt cry once! Im so proud of him! If he does that tomorrow before the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, then theyd have to be crazy to execute Buckbeak.
The only thing that worries me is Malfoys dad. Hes going to be there, too, and Im sure hes probably bribed and threatened every member of that committeeif he could make the Hogwarts governors suspend Professor Dumbledore last year, then certainly he could blackmail a lot of people at the Ministry.... but they wouldnt listen to him, would they? Not when theres a life at stake..... would they?
I hope very much that they will not. Try not to fret- theres nothing more you can do. You need to rest.
Youre right. I wont have any word from Hagrid until after the trial, and I do need the time back, to concentrate on school. I dont know what to do about school. I cant keep up. Im trying so hard, but theres- its like- I actually cant do it. Theres no way. And Im making every effort I can. This has never happened to me before, and I dont know what it means, or what to do. I wont be able to go to Hogsmeade the day after tomorrow, thats for sure. Im just hoping that, without Buckbeaks case to worry about, things will level out again.
Youre not going to Hogsmeade? Do go, Hermione, do. You need a bit of air.
But whats the point? Wholl I talk to? Neville, I suppose. Not that theres anything wrong with Neville, hes perfectly nice. Oh, no, but hes not allowed to go to Hogsmeade anymorepoor Neville. Professor McGonagall wont let him. And he got such a Howler from his grandmother yesterday, for writing down those passwords... I wish Ginny were in third year. Then she and I could go round Hogsmeade together.
Its very hard to understand why your friends are still giving you the cold shoulder, after all thats happened. I have to say, Im disappointed in them. I never thought that it would last this long.
Its not the cold shoulder anymore. Its just over. I gave up on it, and I told Hagrid so the other day. All I could think about the night Sirius Black broke in was that Ron and Harry might have been killed, and our last words to each other would have been terrible ones, and all because of a broomstick and a rat. So its over. Im not trying anymore. Theres nothing I can do to make them talk to me, theres nothing I can do except apologize for Scabbers which I wont. Anyway, its been too long. Two months and six days. They arent ever coming around after that. I told Hagrid that Im just too tired to keep waiting.
What did Hagrid say to all that?
Told me he had half a mind to drag those two down there and "knock some sense into their ruddy heads," but I begged him not to talk to them about me. I dont want them knowing Im still this upset, when theyre obviously not. He says he just wants to help them straighten out their priorities. "Yehre in a righ state, thats what, an Im not goin off ter London without doin somethin abouit."
Did he talk to them?
Well, I saw that Harry and Ron got a note yesterday at breakfast, and it looked like one of Hagrids. I wonder if he tried to talk to them? Oh well. If he did, it didnt work. I knew it wouldnt. I told him that theres nothing he can do. Their priorities are pretty obvious. They just want to be popular and have fun.
Is that so.
Yes-- Rons become some kind of celebrity at school, ever since his near-death experience, and its gone to his head. I mean, you should hear the version of events he tells now, whenever hes asked about Sirius Black. I heard him giving the most ridiculous speech to a bunch of second year girls today, something like, "I was asleep, and I heard this ripping noise, and I thought it was in my dream, you know? But then there was this draft... I woke up and one side of the hangings on my bed had been pulled down.... I rolled over.... and I saw him standing over me... like a skeleton, with loads of filthy hair... holding this great long knife, must've been twelve inches... and he looked at me, and I looked at him, and then I yelled and he scampered."
He recalls it with a surprising wealth of detail, I see.
Have you ever, in your life, heard such nonsense. Scampered? Honestly. As for Harry, well, he just doesnt care about his life at all. Not one bit. Doesnt think Sirius Black is a threat, doesnt care that his parents died to save his life; he just wants to go to Hogsmeade and run about and have fun. I heard him talking to Ron about taking that secret tunnel into Honeydukes again this Saturday, and Ron and I got in a whole new fight over that, if thats even possible.
"Harry! Harry, if you go into Hogsmeade again.... Ill tell Professor McGonagall about that map!"
"Can you hear someone talking, Harry?"
"Ron, how can you let him go with you? After what Sirius Black almost did to you! I mean it, Ill tell"
"So now youre trying to get Harry expelled! Havent you done enough damage this year?"
At that moment, Crookshanks leapt up onto my lap and hissed, and Ron looked at him so furiously that I grabbed up my cat, and fled. It really doesnt look like things are ever going to clear up between us. I wish Ron would get a new rat and stop being hateful. I wish I could tell him Im sorry about Scabbers.
Youre... sorry about Scabbers?
Im so sorry about Scabbers. I know Ron always pretended to hate his rat, but I mean, that was his only pet, and now hes..... The more I think about it, I... I think Crookshanks probably did eat him. I mean, hes still missing. He must be dead. And Im sorry about that, I really am.
Cant you tell Ron?
Its too late. If he cant see reason, I shouldnt have to. And Im not talking to either of them as long as they keep being so stupid- I really will tell Professor McGonagall about that map if Harry goes back to Hogsmeade. We may not be friends anymore, but I still dont want him killed.
Ive written far too long. Im not going to Hogsmeade if I havent caught up, and I dont think its possible to catch up. Its not possible. Im going to fail something, arent I? I guess it was inevitable. Professor McGonagall is going to hate me, and Ive got paper cuts on all my fingers.
Youre not going to fail
anything! Youve worked far too hard this year to give up now. Im right behind you you can do this. Go on.Thank you. I can do this. There has to be a way. Ill talk to you soon, Gwen.
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March 2
Gwen, there is no way to do this. But Im going to Hogsmeade tomorrow anyway, because there is simply no point in missing an outing for some of these assignments for Divination? I have two chapters from the Preparing to See section of "Unfogging the Future" and eight make-up entries for my "Personal Prediction Journal". I havent written a word in that thing for two months and were supposed to write in it every week, and shes checking it on Tuesdayforget it. No. Im going to Hogsmeade.
Good!
Ill just wander around by myself, I dont care, itll still be fun. Ill write you tomorrow, Im bringing you with me.
Now Im going to attempt the following assignments for twelve classes, in one night. Are you ready to hear this?
Ready.
I have to:
12. Nothing that I consider pressing for Divination
Youre going to do all that tonight?
I like to finish my work before I go out and play, Gwen, you know that.
Hermione. I know youre not going to like this suggestion, but would you just hear me out? I promise I wont say anything drastic.
Im listening.
Isnt this Friday?
Yes. Whats your point?
Only this: you could break these assignments up into thirds. Do one third tonight, one third tomorrow, and one third on Sunday.
Erm..... okay.
Wh- what?
Well.... yeah. Okay. Thats good. Ill do..... let me see... 1, 2, 4 and 5 tonight. That way I can go to sleep by midnight, maybe. Hogsmeade will be nicer if Im not exhausted.
Well, Iwell,
yes. Yes it will.I appreciate the suggestion, Gwen. Im going to go do my four assignments.
Oh my....
See you tomorrow.
HQoW
March 3
Hi, Gwen! Im in the carriage, on the way back to Hogwarts.
Carriage? But you usually walk, dont you?
It started raining a bit, so the horseless carriages came to Hogsmeade Station for those who wanted a ride back.
How nice. How was your day in the village?
It was all right. I mostly wandered around by myself, but Im glad I went. Im sitting here with Parvati, and Justin Finch-Fletchley, and Hannah Abbott. I was going to ride back with Seamus and Dean, but Lavender looked daggers at me and climbed in with them herself, and Parvati dragged me away. Whats going on there, I wonder?
Lavender probably likes one or the other of them, and Parvati probably knows about it.
Do you think so? How funny! Not that theres anything funny about Seamus and Dean, just that.... you know. Seamus and Dean? Now I cant stop laughing! With Lavender? I never really thought about it, I mean, I never noticed her.... noticing. Shes very giggly and girly, but I didnt know she was.... Now Im going to watch. Thats so interesting. Dyou think one of them likes her, too? Ill ask Lavender tonight, Im sure shell tell me if I want to know, she and Parvati are always trying to get me to be a girl.
Are they?
Well, they try and get me to do my hair and things. Remember first year, my mum got me that bottle of Sleekeazys Hair Potion? Its just been sitting in my trunk. I took it out the other day when I was going through and trying to find my Revealer, and Parvati grabbed it up and said, "Why dont you ever use this? This stuff is wonderful! Here, let me do it." But I shooed her. Its easy enough for her and Lavender- they have perfect teeth and nice hair, both of them. I just try not to think about that kind of thing, if I can help it. Anyway, never mind. I wont ask about Seamus and Dean. Its none of my business, and.... and I dont want them to ask me anything.
About what?
Well you know. When you ask somebody who they like, dont they usually.... try and ask you back? I dont want to talk about it.
All right. But if you ever do want to, you know...
I know I could talk to you if I did. But I dont. Oh, guess what happened? Guess what Harry did, even though I told him I was going to turn in that map? He went to Hogsmeade! He doesnt have one ounce of respect for school rules, or his own life. I cant believe it. And hes in trouble too, because he was stupid, and he got caught. Justin and Hannah and Parvati are talking about it right now, but they dont know what really happened. I expect that Im the only one who does.
What really happened?
Well, Malfoy came screaming into the Three Broomsticks to find a teacher, and he was yelling that Harry Potters head was floating in midair outside the Shrieking Shack. Apparently, "ghosts" were throwing mud at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, while Ron laughed at them, and then, "mysteriously", Harrys head appeared in the air. Well, its obvious what happened isnt it? Harry wore that Invisibility Cloak so he could go round with Ron, and he decided it would be really funny to play a trick on Malfoy, as long as he was invisible. He flung a bunch of mud balls at him and Crabbe and Goyle, right outside the Shrieking Shack, trying to scare them into thinking that ghosts were after them.
It worked.
YesI was in the Three Broomsticks when they came in- they looked absolutely terrified. And when they explained what had happened, I had to go to the ladies room to keep from having a fit. Partly because I wanted to laugh at Malfoy for being such a baby, but mostly because I wanted to find Harry and Ron and strangle them both. Im really worried, Gwen. Harry could get expelled for this, if anybody knows. Its not likely that anyone will believe Malfoybut Dumbledore knows about the Invisibility Cloak, and if this gets back to him....
Are you going to tell Professor McGonagall about the Marauders Map?
I dont want Harry to get expelled. But Sirius Black is not a game. I just hope they get in trouble without me having to say anythingbut not enough trouble to get kicked out of school, just enough to keep Harry from going back to Hogsmeade. Ill wait and see what happens. But Im angry with them, Gwen. How could they take it so lightly? I know they dont care what I say, I know they just think that I butt in to everything, and ruin everything, but if theyd just be safe and sensible, then I wouldnt have to! Its not like I want to turn in the map! Theyre driving me to it!
Ill wait and see what happens with Malfoy before I do anything, though.... Ill see if they get in some kind of trouble before I decide. Im sure that, as we speak, Harry is running like mad to try and get back to the castle before we do. Nobody listened to Malfoys story in Hogsmeade, but I heard him saying he was going to go straight to Snape when he gets back to the castle. If Snape goes looking for Harry, and hes not back....
Why do I care? I dont. Let him get expelled. I told him. And Im tired of worrying about people who arent my friends anyway. I saw Ron coming toward Honeydukes, and the instant he saw me he pivoted right around and went to Zonkos instead. Harry was probably right there with him. Let them go right ahead and get expelled
Ow! The carriage just hit something and I got thrown right into Justin, and now Hannahs looking daggers at me. Not her too? This is getting ridiculous. Ive got to go, were almost at Hogwarts. Ill write soon! Bye!
HQoW
Gwen, I just got the most horrible news. Help me.
Of course Ill help you, if I can. Whats wrong?
This note. It was waiting for me, when I got back from Hogsmeade, and its covered with tear stains.
"Dear Hermione,
We lost. Im allowed to bring him back to Hogwarts.
Execution date to be fixed.
Beaky has enjoyed London.
I wont forget all the help you gave us.
-Hagrid"
Oh, Hermione. Im so sorry. Are you all right?
No, Im not. Im not.
What can I do?
What is there to do? Hagrid isnt back yet, I cant do anything for him. Poor, poor Hagrid. How could they convict Buckbeak? How? They should have dismissed it on the strength of our case- Lucius Malfoy is to blame for this, I know it- I hate him, I hate him, Ill never forgive him! Theres going to be an appeal, but Im sure hes got that committee all wrapped up. Why is it like this, Gwen?
I dont know.
Its terribly unjust.
Yes, it is.
I cant stand it. My heart hurts, Gwen. We tried so hard, but it didnt even matter. Theyre still going to take Buckbeaks life. All I want to do is go down to Hagrids and cry, but hes not there, and Ive got nobody else.
Have you told Harry and Ron?
No. I cant go to them.
Not even about this? Dont you think they ought to know?
Well..... they still care about Hagrid, after all.
I think they still care about
you, too.No they dont. But youre right. They should know. Im going to go and find them. I dont know where they are- theyre not in the common room- but Ill bet theyre in trouble- Malfoy probably already went to Snape about what happened in Hogsmeade. I guess Ill go walk in that direction.
Gwen? What if theyre... still awful to me? I really dont think I can
Just be brave, Hermione, and talk to me soon.
Okay. See you later.
HQoW
March 4
Gwen? Will you just listen a minute? Dont say anything.
Yes, all right.
Its about Harry and.... and Ron. After I talked to you yesterday, I went looking for them, to tell them about Hagrid. I found them coming back from Snapes office, looking really upset, like theyd just gotten in loads of trouble. And the second Ron caught sight of me, he yelled, "Come to have a good gloat? Or have you just been to tell on us?" I cringed. I was already having a hard time keeping back tears. But I was already there, so I figured I might as well just say what happened.
"No, I just thought you ought to know.... Hagrid lost his case. Buckbeak is going to be executed. He- he sent me this." I held out the note and Harry took it. He and Ron read it. And then Harry looked up at me, and there wasnt any fighting in his voice when he said, "They cant do this. They cant. Buckbeak isnt dangerous."
Right there, I knew I could at least count on him. Just his saying that much was encouraging- I knew I could talk to him about the rest of it and I felt a lot stronger. But Ron wouldnt give in. He just stared down at Hagrids note, looking grim and not saying anything. But I hadnt expected him to say anything. I wasnt surprised.
I concentrated on Hagrid and Buckbeak, and spilled out everything to Harry. "Malfoys dads frightened the committee into it. You know what hes like. Theyre a bunch of doddering old fools, and they were scared. Therell be an appeal, there always is. Only I cant see any hope...." I felt myself starting to cry, and I wiped my eyes. "Nothing will have changed."
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Ron said, "Yeah, it will." His tone was really fierce, and I looked up at him fast, wondering if he was about to yell at me or something. But he didnt. He looked back at me, and said, "You wont have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. Ill help."
I literally gasped.
Ill help. And he hadnt called me Hermione in two months, its just been "she" or "her" or "you" I felt like my insides went to pieces I dont know how it happened, but the next thing I knew, I cried, "Oh Ron!" and flung my arms round his neck and broke down sobbing. All the awful tension between us just melted while I cried for Hagrid, and Buckbeak, and the relief of having my friends back again. I really couldnt get hold of myself for awhile. I think I startled himhe sort of patted me on the head like he didnt know what to do with mebut he didnt push me away, not even a little. Just stood there and let me cry.
When I let go, Ron looked as relieved as I felt, and Harry looked rather astonished. I was still in tears, so I didnt have time to be amazed at myself, I just choked out, "Ron, Im really, really sorry about Scabbers." I hadnt planned to say it, but I realized I wanted to tell him I didnt care about who was supposed to apologize to whom. I just didnt want anything else nasty between us, not ever. And I know he felt exactly the same, because he didnt do any of his normal things- he didnt tell me to admit Id been wrong, or say "I told you so." He just tried to make me feel better. He said, "Ohwellhe was really old. And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now." And he smiled at me.
And right then, everything was completely and totally forgiven, for all three of us. We started talking about what we could do to help Hagrid, and we talked all nightwe talked all night!!! I havent talked that much in months, and I havent ever felt so easy with the two of them, everything we said to each other seemed.... truer than before, like there was something underneath it. Like we.... got older, or something.
Gwen, does any of this make any sense? You can talk now.
Perfect sense. Im just.... Im
so... Hermione. I hoped so much that you three would make amends. It just wouldnt be right any other way.No, it wouldnt, would it? You always understand. And so does Hagrid-- he was right. Fighting makes you stronger, afterwards, doesnt it? I feel like I could do anything, now that its over. Its like the whole world heaved a big sigh, and life is normal again, only... different. And better. And I dont even have to worry about turning Harry in for the Marauders Map, because Professor Lupin confiscated it.
Now, though, weve got Buckbeaks appeal to think about. And Ive still got my usual enormous pile of homework to doyou know, Gwen, that idea of splitting the work into thirds might have worked if Id done any work yesterday, but I was busy making up with Ron and Harry. And now that Im definitely talking to them again, I cant talk to them anymore. Ive got seven assignments to do before tomorrowsix if you dont count Divination, which I really dontand its already getting dark, so I think Id better go
Some things never change, I suppose.
Thank goodness.
Thank goodness.
Goodnight, Gwen.
Goodnight, my dear.
HQoW
March 7
Gwen, I cant study anymore or my head is going to fall off. Fall. Off. Thats all I wanted to say. I dont have time for anything else. Except to tell you that now that Ron and Harry are my friends again, they will not shut up about my schedule. If they ask me one more question about how Im getting to all these classesI mean, is this what they were thinking about the whole time they werent talking to me? Rons got whole theories. Its unbelievable. Its very hard not to tell him, but I swore. So I just let him try and figure it out. Some of the things are so ludicrous I just laugh outright. He thinks I might have split myself in half. Honestly, he grew up in a wizarding familyand he has access to the libraryif he really wanted to figure it out.... but Im glad hes content to guess, because I couldnt tell him anyway. I have to go now. I am going mad with this work, completely mad. Gwen, theyve already started piling it on for exam studies, and I have TWELVE EXAMS this year. My head is spinning, and Im having a very difficult time getting up in the morning. The only consolation I have this week is that it is much easier to get around the castle with a hundred books when you have two friends who will help you carry them. Bye.
HQoW
March 14
Gwen, if I told you that I went mad today, would you believe me?
Er... what is the best answer to that?
Because I think thats what happened. I think I went mad. Do you want to know what I did today?
Well....
We were down in Care of Magical Creatures. Its the only time weve got a chance to talk to Hagrid anymore- the security around the castle is intense now, and Hagrid wont even come to pick me up from the castle now because he says theres nothing more I can do for Buckbeak, so its not worth the time or the risk. Anyway, we were in class today and he was miserable, still shocked over the verdicthe couldnt even talk to us about it, just said its no good, that the committees in Lucius Malfoys pocket and that theres nothing more to be done. And then he buried his face in his handkerchief and went off toward his cabin. And thats when Draco Malfoy opened his big, fat, ugly, horrid mouth.
"Look at him blubber! Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic? And hes supposed to be our teacher!"
I swear, I heard a ringing in my ears. How dare he make fun when its his fault. Its because of him that this is happening to Buckbeak and Hagrid, his fault and his fathers and hearing him laugh about it like that, mocking Hagrid, after all the suffering hes causedI felt a surge of real rage.
So I SMACKED him. Hard. Right around the head.
"Dont you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foulyou evil" I raised my hand to smack him again, I wanted to smack him again, if he had just said one more filthy word, I would have all I needed was a reason. Ron said, "Hermione!" and tried to grab my hand, but I jerked it back and pulled out my wand. I pointed it right at Malfoys face.
Hermione... what did you do.....
I didnt have to do anything. Malfoys a fool, but hes not stupid enough to get into a duel with me. He knows I could flatten him. He took off with those cowards he calls friends, and its a good thing he did. I was almost hoping hed call me a Mudblood so Id have an excuse to really blast him
Hermione!
Thats what Ron said. His mouth fell open, and he stared at me. I said, "Harry, youd better beat him in the Quidditch final! You just better had, because I cant stand it if Slytherin wins!" Harry sort of nodded, and Ron managed to say that it was time for Charms, but he didnt take his eyes off me for a minute. I think I shocked him.
I shocked myself. I was still in a state of shock when I got to Charms, which explains how I could make such a stupid mistake. I turned back time, right outside the door, and went to Arithmancy. Which would be fine, except that I forgot to go to Charms. I never came back- I just disappeared into thin air, and then I went to the common room to study over my notes and passed out on the table, so I slept through lunch.
Oh, Hermione, my word
Harry and Ron found me unconscious with my face on my textbook. When Harry nudged me awake, I had no idea where I was, or what was going on. They asked me why I hadnt been to Charms, and I flew into a panic. Ron said, "You know what, Hermione? I reckon youre cracking up. Youre trying to do too much."
A truer word, he never spoke.
Dont harass me Im telling you Im unstable Im liable to do something bad. I ran out of there with my bag and tracked down Professor Flitwick. He said Id missed Cheering Charms, and he hinted they might come up on the exam, and now Im doomed! I had to go to stupid Divination after that, up to the top of that hot, smoky tower, and by the time I got there, I was mad. Mad Id missed class, still mad with Malfoy, mad that I had to waste time in Trelawneys class when I could have been catching up on Cheering Charmsmad that on the way there, I heard Pansy Parkinson say, in passing, "She looks worse than usual, if thats possible."
Gwen, I caught a glimpse of myself in the girls room mirror. I look an absolute fright. I threw some water on my face and hair, but it didnt help. I look worse than Lupin does after a full moon; there are circles way deep under my eyes.
Anyway, who cares about that, I got to class feeling extremely ultra sensitive. I sat down with Harry and Ron, and we started working with crystal balls- first day of that. Professor Trelawney actually said, "The fates have informed me that your examinations in June will concern the Orb, and I am anxious to give you sufficient practice."
I snorted at her. "Well, honestly.... the fates have informed her... who sets the exam? She does. What an amazing prediction." I said it quite loudly enough for her to hear. Harry choked back a laugh and Ron had to bite his knuckles to stop himself losing control. But Trelawney just ignored us and told us to try and "See" into our Orbs. Whatever. Glass balls full of white mist- thats all there was to "See". Ron interpreted his perfectly"Theres going to be loads of fog tonight," he whispered. Harry and I burst out laughing so loudly at that, that Professor Trelawney couldnt help but notice.
She came over to us and looked into the Orb. She started breathing all dramatically. And then she started in again, giving Harry new death omens, telling us that she could see the Grim drawing ever nearer to him, doing her best to scare the whole class. And I just couldnt listen to it for one more second.
"Oh, for goodness sake. Not that ridiculous Grim again!" I said, right to her face.
You didnt!!
Oh, yes I did! And Trelawney got so upset that she called me the most "hopelessly mundane" student shed ever met, and said that Id never have what the "noble art of Divination requires." That was enough for me. Ive been wanting to get out of that worthless class all year, and I hadnt done my assignments for it anyway.
"Fine!" I said. "Fine! I give up! Im leaving!" And I did.
Her- Hermione?
I quit class. I dropped Divination. Gwen, I struck Draco Malfoy and threatened him with my wand, and then I told off a teacher and marched out of class, so will you tell me now, if youve made up your minddid I go mad today?
Yes!!
Then why am I so GLAD that I did both?
Because its tremendous!
Do you know what else? Ron and Harry are scared of me now! At dinner tonight, they treated me like I was a bomb about to go off. For once, they dont know what to make of me. I broke school rules and skipped class. If Ill do that, Ill do anything.
I believe you.
You know, I think I need to go to bed. I dont feel like myself. I feel like Im on pins and needles- I still feel like picking a fight. I dont know how to explain my behavior at alldo you?
You finally snapped, dear. Thats what happenedIm only surprised it took you this long.
Gwen! You dont... really think Ive snapped!?
Oh, not permanently.
Gwen!!
I imagine youll have returned to your senses by tomorrow, and then youll be wishing you could take it all back.
Oh, no. I dont think so. I mean, Ill be back to myself.... but Ill never take any of it back. I know I wont.
I rather hope not.
Oh, Gwen. What a day.
Yes, indeed. Goodnight, Hermione.
Goodnight.
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March 24
Hi, Gwen! Sorry its been so long. Ive been studying like an absolute maniac.
So its back to normal, then, is it?
Not quite. Its still two more weeks until the Easter holidays, and I REALLY NEED A BREAK. Even without Divination, Im taking more subjects than anybody else. Whenever Harry tells me he feels stress over his homework, what with Quidditch practice and everything, I just raise my eyebrows ever-so-slightly and he says, "But you have it worse, Hermione, you definitely have it worse. No contest." Ive been living in the library. Im in the library at this very moment. Ive still got bad shadows under my eyes and Im tired. And my hands are shaky.
Hermione, I know you wont like me for this, but just let me say it. Go to Madam Pomfrey.
Oh, I know Im sick, and Ive been to the hospital wing already. Madame Pomfrey suggested that I just take a room there. I think she was joking, but Im not entirely sure. Anyway, she and I struck a bargain thats going to get me through the rest of this year. I promised to go up there whenever I feel anything the matter, and she promised not to slip me a Knockout Solution, when I do.
Well! Its about time!
I know it. Id have really been sick before, if you hadnt made me go. Ive got to start taking better care of myself.
That- thats true!
Professor McGonagall and I had a long talk about it, and its all part of my deal with her.
Deal?
Yes. The morning after I walked out of Divination class, I got a note at breakfast, saying that I had to come to Professor McGonagalls office right away. Harry said, "That cant be good," and Ron dropped his fork and said, "Dont go. Say you didnt get the note." But of course I went. I felt sick going, tooI was sure I was about to be suspended for my behavior, and I knew she was going to take away my Time-Turner and make me drop my extra classes.
But when I got there, she looked really mild. "I understand you are no longer a student of Divination," she said calmly. I said that no, I probably wasnt. "And why is that, Miss Granger?" I couldnt think of what to say.
"Er... well.... I cant....." I felt incredibly stupid. And then something inside me said- Hermione, just tell the truth. So I admitted something to Professor McGonagall that I.... I didnt even know was true until I said it.
And what was that?
"Professor, I cant handle all this. I thought I could, but I cant. I know you must be disappointed, because you made an exceptionbut Ive tried my best to keep up, and there just isnt any way. I know I shouldnt have walked out of that class, I know I should have come to you first, but Professor Trelawney was predicting Harrys death again, and it must have put me over the edge or something. Please dont take away the Time-Turner! I love Arithmancy and Muggle Studies, and Ancient Runesplease let me finish out the year! Ill never walk out of another class, I promise!"
Well. Im thoroughly amazed.
Yes. So was I. And I expected her to look shocked. But instead, it was like she was trying not to smile. "You say Professor Trelawney was predicting Harrys death....again?" I nodded. "She does it every class," I said. Then Professor McGonagall really did smile. "Miss Granger, I will formally withdraw you from Divination class. You will be allowed to continue with the rest of your current schedule. I think youve learned the necessary lesson from this experience. There is no need for any punishment." And then she made me promise to see Madam Pomfrey about my health, and we talked about things a little longer, and then I was excused.
Ever since then, Ive just been buried in homework. This is too much for one person. I didnt realize it before, but now I can see that I have limits. When I said that to Professor McGonagall, she told me Id made an important discovery. But then she said, "However, now that you have found your limits, Miss Granger, you may want to stretch them. You will be graded as usual on all of your exams." So now Im studying myself sicknot really sick, Gwen. But Ive put myself on a really strict schedule, and I should be doing my final Defense Against the Dark Arts essay right now, but, well.... I needed a little break.
Gwen? Are you there?
A little break... Yes, Im here.
Youre so quiet.
Am I? I was just.... listening to you.
Oh. Okay, but I have to go, though. And if I dont write for another little while, dont worry- Im just working hard. But I have more of aa handle on things now, I think.
It seems you
do. All right, Hermione, go on.Talk to you soon then, Gwen. Bye!
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April 7
I cant keep this up. This is supposed to be the first day of our holidays, but Im not going to be able to take a single second of it for rest- and its no good telling me to get out and play, Gwen. Believe me, I wish I could. But I wont fail any of these classes. Im not the only one going crazy eitherall of us in third year are smothered with homework and exam studies. I think Neville's nearing some kind of nervous collapse and sos Seamus- he was hollering earlier in the common room, "Call this a holiday?" And Harrys got to fit all his studies in around Quidditch now, and Rons got all his own work, plus hes taken on responsibility for Buckbeaks appealyou know, Gwen, he said he would help, and he really is.
Good. Is Harry helping, as well?
Hardlythe Quidditch final against Slytherin is in just two weeks! Harrys barely got time to do his own homework, the way Oliver Woods been making the Gryffindor team train. No, Rons been putting the whole appeal together by himself, and its really... impressive. Ive never seen him so involved in his books and research before. Not only that, but whenever I try to help work on it, he takes the books away from me. He says Ive already got too much to do, and that I should let him worry about Hagrid.
Thats....good. Im glad to hear that.
Yes. Its such a relief, because Im already so tired lately that Ive started acting like a real idiot.
What do you mean?
Im just really thin-skinned lately. Like the other day, I was trying to leaf through "Fowl or Foul? A Study of Hippogriff Brutality" and I kept nodding off over the pages, until finally Ron took the book out from under my face. He said, "Didnt I already tell you Im doing this? Go on, Hermione- youll lose it if you dont get some sleep." And thats when I acted like an idiot- I got all teary-eyed and I said, "Oh, thats so nice!" and just sat there sniffling for no reason. Ron rolled his eyes and said, "See, I told you, youve lost it already." And I think I may have, Gwen. Ive been really close to tears all the time, and I dont know if its just that Im tired, or....
Or what?
See, thats the problem- I dont know what. I just feel like I have a million feelings all the time, and they all come out of nowhere, and theyre more tiring than all my classes put together, and Im having them for no reason. I just get all sad and really touchy, and everything sets me off. I know its probably just these late hours, and the Time-Turning- but it feels like more than just being worn out. Gwen, do you know what I mean? Have you ever felt like you couldnt figure out what you were feeling? Oh, never mind, Im not even making any sense, am I?
Oh, yes you are.
Really? You know what I mean?
Quite well.
And youve felt like this?
More times than I can count.
So it goes away?
After awhile. And then it comes back.
Comes back?! But its awful!
I know. Oh, I know. Try to get used to it, though, its going to be a semi-permanent condition for awhile.
Well great. Ugh..... anyway, at least there arent classes this week. I can have all day to work. Im in the library right now, trying to get through an Arithmancy study session.Ive been going back through my old Spelgebra equations to make sure theyre really cemented in my head before the exam. The exam week is less than two months away! I cant believe Seamus thinks thats ages of timeits hardly any time at all! Not when Ive got eleven exams. Oh, Gwen, Im so anxious....what if.... what if I fail something?
You wont fail, Hermione. I know you wont. Go on and finish your studying.
If I failed something I think Id just die. What would Professor McGonagall say? What would my parents say? I dont even want to think about it. All right, youre right, Id better get back to my studies. Ill check in as soon as I can. Bye.
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April 15
Happy Easter, Gwenthat is, its mostly happyMrs. Weasley sent us all chocolate eggs full of toffee again, and Ive been eating pieces of mine all day to keep awake so I can study and my parents would absolutely kill me if they knew how much sugar was in my system right now, but how else am I supposed to stay awake? But I cant think straight even though Im perfectly wide awake, because Im all over excited and jumpy and my eyes keep un-focusing, I mean, I was staring at the same paragraph in my History of Magic textbook for about a half an hour without even being able to read it. Finally I got so frustrated I shoved the book at Ron and told him, "You have to read this and tell me what it means!" And he read it, but then he looked up at me with a funny expression and said,
"It just means Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore in 1945. Hermione, you... you know that already."
"No I dont."
"Yeah- you bossed me around for not knowing it when we studied it before."
"I didnt boss you."
"You did too, you said, Honestly, dont you ever read? If youd ever bothered to open Hogwarts, A History--"
"Oh. Well its true. Here, give me my book back."
"Are you okay?"
"Fine."
"Because youre acting like a loony."
"Oh, be quiet Ron! Give me back my book!"
"Well, thats a fine thanks I get for teaching you all about Grindelwald. Better be nice to me or I wont give you all the answers anymore--"
"Oh, please. I dont have time for this, give me that book right now!"
"Well, whats the magic word, then?"
"Expelliarmus!"
And I disarmed him of the book, but he just laughed and went back to reading "In Defense of Magical Creatures" and now Im sitting here trying to study but its really hard because Im either really edgy or dead tired, there isnt any in-between. Plus Im still feeling all over-sensitive. Harry asked me this morning why I always look like Im going to cry lately, and do you know what I did? I started crying. Now hes tiptoeing around me. What is my problem? Rons right, Im a loony.
Youre just tired. Cant you go on up to bed? Get one good night of rest before classes start up again?
Oh, I wish I could, I know I should, but I just ate a mouthful of toffee and theres no way I could fall asleep right now even if I were done with all my homework, which Im not at all. But I promise Ill go to bed eventually.
Not much of a promise, is it? I dont mean to sound like your parents, but perhaps you shouldnt have any more sugar today.
Oh, fine, fine, fine! I wont eat any more of it. Im starting to get a stomach ache anyhow. I notice Ron and Harry ate their entire eggs- I dont know how they can do that! Maybe thats why theyve just gone into a complete laughing fit over their homeworkoh, no, its just because theyre doing Divination homework, and Divination is a joke. Im so glad I dropped that class, though I never thought Id say anything like that as long as I lived, and Im not sure what to make of myself, I mean, can you believe it, Gwen?
My mind is spinning, how on earth am I going to finish all this work? Help me! Say something so I can focus!
Exams are in six weeks.
Right. See you soon.
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April 17
Gwen! Our Quidditch final is in four days!
Oh, how dreadfully exciting!
It is dreadfully exciting. The whole of Gryffindor House is in a nervous fit. Nobody will stop talking about it. Harry hardly has a second to himself- when hes not out at practice hes in the corner talking to Oliver Wood about tacticseven I know all the team tactics at this pointwe all do. Lee Jordan said today that hes never seen the school so charged up over a Quidditch Cup before. I wonder what it was like years ago, the last time we won it? Thats back when Rons brother Charlie played Seeker. They say Harrys even better than Charlie, and hes still legendary around here. I know Harry can do it- hes going to catch the Snitch, I know he is.
Of course he is, hes got a
Firebolt!You sound just exactly like Ron. Anyway, he just has to wait to catch the Snitch until were at least fifty points up on Slytherinotherwise we win the match, but lose the Cup. Woods obsessed with this fact, and shouts it out about a hundred times per day. "Harry, you have to wait until were fifty points up, right? More than fifty points, Harry. Got that, do you? More than fifty. More than fifty, okay? Harry?" Finally tonight Harry yelled out, "I KNOW, OLIVER!!!" and made everybody laugh, and Im glad he did, or I might have. We all know. More than fifty. Enough already.
Ive still got a thousand assignments to do, match or no match. Its a nightmare trying to get things done in this atmosphereeverything is Quidditch.
How marvelous!
Gwen, really. Its not good! All the Slytherins have taken to tripping Harry in the halls, trying to break his ankles and take him out of the match. Malfoys being especially malicious- in Care of Magical Creatures today Hagrid stood between him and Harry throughout the whole class. I imagine Malfoys still angry about being made a fool of in Hogsmeade- you know, with the mud-flinging at the Shrieking Shack? He keeps popping up all over with those scary friends of his, hoping to get Harry alone. He knows hed have to cheat to winhe knows hes nothing to Harry, especially when it comes to Quidditch. Hes just a cheating, foul, horrid, nasty
Got it.
Well he is, and where else can I say it? And all the other Slytherins are being hateful, toothere have actually been duels in the hallways, Slytherin versus Gryffindor, and a couple of people have ended up in the hospital wing with leeks sprouting out of their ears.
Youre kidding!
No, its really insane! Oliver Wood wont let Harry go anywhere anymore without protection. All of Gryffindor House moves round the school in a pack, with Harry in the middle, and nobody gets to class on time. Its ridiculous. It does make it much easier for me to time turn, though, because no one notices me disappearing in all this chaos. Its a good thing no ones paying attention, too, because Im so tired that I keep making mistakes- twice today I went back five minutes too early and had to duck out of my own way, and thats really dangerous. Professor McGonagall told me horror stories about wizards who have seen themselves time turning; loads of them thought they went mad and ended up killing their past or future selves! Ive got to get my head on straightIve got to be more careful.
But right now what Ive got to do is study, and stop thinking about Quidditch. Harrys doing that quite enough for two people, and Ive literally got a pile, a stack, a heap of papers and books in front of me that Ive hardly even dented. I dont know how Ill ever manage. How is it possible that Ron can concentrate when I cant? Hes sitting here reading the "Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology" and hes so absorbed that he didnt even flinch when Crookshanks jumped up between us a second ago. Usually he at least pushes him down. He looks so serious. Kind of like when we play chess. Im so glad hes doing thisRons been working so hard on the appealthis time Im just sure... I mean, I hope.... oh, Gwen, they cant execute Buckbeak, can they? They wont. Say they wont.
Oh, Hermione.
Thats not very comforting. Those stupid Committee membersawful Mr. Malfoy. I cant think about it anymore, I have to study this diagram of Muggles lifting heavy objects so that I can write an essay on the use of brute strength versus the use of the Lifting Charm, and I cant possibly do it with all this noise in here. If Fred and George would be quiet for just ten minutesoh good, Ron just barked at them to keep it down. Oh no!now theyre coming over here with that look they get when they just want to torture him. "Did you just shush us? Turning out more like Percy every day, isnt he, Fred?" "Yeahgoing for Prefect, this one. What a disgrace."
Im moving my things upstairs where I can study. Ill never get anything done in this mess. See you later.
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April 20
I cant work, I cant concentrate.
Too tired?
Too nervous. The Quidditch final is in the morning.
Hurrah!
I cant say that yetHarry looks sickhe wants to win so badly. We all do. In Transfiguration yesterday, Professor McGonagall actually gave him permission to run back up to Gryffindor Tower and check on his Firebolthes been doing it between every class. I keep telling him everythings going to be fine, but he just nods back at me, looking like he cant open his mouth to say anything, or else hell throw up.
How lovely.
Ron just keeps repeating, "Youve got a Firebolt." Its true, too. He cant lose on that broom. If he stays in the air. Please, please dont let there be any dementors tomorrow! And I hope Malfoy doesnt try anything despicablebut of course he will, what am I thinking? Oh, Im just so jumpy about it- me and everybody else- this whole common room is overexcited and tense. Ginnys got hold of Crookshanks and she keeps looking over here and tapping her feet incessantlywell, at least shes keeping it to herself and not adding to Harrys worry like some people. Lavender and Parvati were fluttering around a minute ago saying things like, "Oh, I hope well win! Do catch the Snitch, Harry!" Finally I told them to go consult the Orb and tell us whats going to happen so we can all quit agonizing about it. Ron snorted. They looked offended, but it was worth it to stop them fussing. Harrys not doing very well tonight. But I know hell do well tomorrow.
Of course he will! Oh, Hermione, youll tell me everything this time, you just
have to, wont you, please?Yes, Ill tell you every single thingafter all, its the Cup! I just hope we win. It would be torture to have to tell you everything if Slytherin beats us.
They wont. They cant.
Theyd better not. Im going to go, Gwen. Oliver Wood just called the team to bed, and Im going to go up, too. Im as fidgety as they are. Goodnight!
Good luck to Harry! Goodnight!
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April 21
Hello.
Did you play? Did you win? Whats going on, Im
dying.This is going to be difficult. But I did promise to tell you everything. So here goes.
Oh, no, no, Hermione, Slytherin didnt
Just... just dont say anything, okay? Its bad enough. But Ill tell you what went on because it was an amazing matchthat is, if you still want to hear about it.
Well of
course I do. Im sure it was a brilliant match. They must have cheated!Oh, they definitely cheated. But let me start at the beginning. This morning at breakfast, when our team came into the Great Hall, everyone but the Slytherins burst into applause. Harry looked happy, but really nervousWood had to force the whole team to eat something before he led them away again. Ron and I grabbed our banner that said "Lions For The Cup!" and pinned on red rosettes (everybody in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw was wearing them!) and then we ran down to the Quidditch field to get good seats. I was sitting between Ron and Ginny, and we were possibly the three most anxious people in the stadium.
And then Gryffindor came running out of the locker room- Alicia, Katie, Angelina, Fred, George, Oliver and Harry- all in scarlet, all looking ready to fight for the Cup! The stands erupted in a giant yell! Then came the Slytherins, all huge and hulking (except pathetic little Malfoy,) looking ready to kill. Oliver and Marcus Flint shook hands- I thought theyd break each others fingers by the looks of itand then the teams mounted their brooms. Madam Hooch blew the whistle. Fourteen players kicked off from the ground, and the Quidditch Final match rose up, into the air!
Harry flew higher and faster than anyone-- I know I didnt get a chance to tell you before, Gwen, but that Firebolt is really somethinghe was up there doing hairpin turns and sweeping the field for the Snitch, while Malfoy just tagged after him, trying to look like he had a clue. It was the first time in two weeks Ive seen Harry not nervous. He looked thrilled!
Gryffindor was in possession first. Alicia Spinnet headed toward the goal with the Quafflebut it was intercepted. Warrington of Slytherin took it back the other way, and was about to shoot when George Weasley hit a Bludger at himWarrington dropped the QuaffleAngelina caught it, zoomed up-field, shot, and scored!! Ten-zero Gryffindor! We screamed, and Angelina punched the air and circled backwhich is when Marcus Flint went smashing into her on purpose, trying to take revenge for the goal. He pretended he hadnt seen her, but it was obvious he hadFred Weasley didnt care, he just chucked his Beaters club right at Flints head. Flints nose smashed into his broom handle and started bleeding- Ron yelled, "RIGHT, FRED!" and Ginny leaned across me to say, "Ron! You know that was a complete foul!" Madam Hooch gave a penalty shot to Flint and one to AngelinaAlicia took the shot for Gryffindor and scored! Twenty-zero, Gryffindor!
Then Flint flew forward to take his shot past Oliver Wood. Wood looked like he was fighting a battle for his life. Lee Jordan turned to the crowd and said, in a hushed voice, "Woods a superb keeper! Superb! Very difficult to passvery difficult indeed" and then he broke into a holler"YES! I DONT BELIEVE IT! HE SAVED IT!"
Gryffindor in possession, then Slytherin, then Gryffindor again and it was Katie Bell with the Quaffle, flying up-field, right about to score.... but Montague of Slytherin grabbed her by the head and cartwheeled her upside down! Its amazing, the way she held onGinny and I screamed! What a lousy trick! But it didnt matter- Katie put her penalty shot through, a moment later, and Jordan yelled, "THIRTY-ZERO! TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING" Professor McGonagall cut him off, but Ron finished the comment for him, bellowing a word that made Ginny and I both say, "Ron!" Jordan looked up and grinned at him, but honestly, hes lucky he didnt get in trouble! Boys.
Suddenly, Harry pulled out of his hover and shot straight toward the Slytherin end of the field! I thought hed seen the Snitch, but I knew he shouldnt catch it, because we were only thirty points ahead! I started to scream, "No, Harry, dont touch it, fifty points up, fifty points up!" Ron clapped a hand over my mouth and said, "Calm down! Hes faking out Malfoy-- he knows how to add!" And Ginny giggled and explained that Harry was just fainting. Whatever that means.
Faint... you mean
feinting? Oh, thats hilarious.You hush! Im telling a story! Anyway. Harry was going really fast in the wrong direction to try and fool Malfoy, and it worked. The Slytherins started beating Bludgers at him, one after the other, barely missing his head, thinking he was headed for the Snitchbut he got them! HAH! The Snitch was at the other end of the field the whole time, and Malfoy never even noticed! What an idiot! Harry kept them all at the wrong end, and almost got crushed doing itwhen they couldnt catch him with a Bludger, the Slytherin Beaters (Derrick and Bole, theyre absolute beasts) came at Harry from either direction with their clubs raised to bludgeon him. I thought they were going to kill him-- the stands went still and I pressed my hands over my mouth so hard that I hurt my lipsbut at the last second, Harry shot three feet straight up! Derrick and Bole crunched right into each other! The stands exploded in laughter and cheers, Ron yelled "ALL RIGHT, HARRY!" and Ginny let out a "Yessss!" I just screamed. It was amazing.
Oh, Hermione! Spectacular! Then what, then what??
Then it got dirty. Dirty. The Slytherins would do anything to get at the QuaffleFlint finally scored and Lee Jordan swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to take the megaphone away and Ron said, "See, thats way worse than what I said." Of course then he added, "AND EAT IT, FLINT, YOU LOUSY--" But Ginny and I both smothered the last bit. In any case, with Flints score, it was thirty-ten, Gryffindor, and the cheating just got worse.
Bole hit Alicia in the head with his bat and tried to say he thought she was a Bludger. George Weasley lost it when he saw that, and elbowed Bole in the face! Both teams got penalties- we scored- Wood made another amazing save and Lee Jordan was beside himself- "FORTY-TEN TO US! WILL YOU LOOK AT OLIVER WOOD! TOOK IT RIGHT IN THE SHOULDER FOR GRYFFINDOR! SPECTACULAR!"
Katie Bell got possession of the Quaffle, looped around Flint, ducked both Bludgers, and zoomed through to score! Fifty-ten, Gryffindor! The Slytherins looked like theyd all kill her, so Fred and George immediately took up her sides and started swinging at anything that came near her, which was good. Except that while our Beaters were busy protecting Katie, Derrick and Bole had free opportunity to take both Bludgers and shoot them straight at Oliver for no reasonWHAM, WHAM! Right in his stomach! He rolled over in the air and looked like he couldnt breathe- almost fell- the stands were screaming bloody murder- Madam Hooch had a fit- Gryffindor took the penalty and SCORE! Sixty-ten! And then Alicia grabbed up the Quaffle and put it through again before Slytherin had a chance to regroup. Seventy-ten!
You mean you were more than fifty points ahead?? But what could have happened to make youoh, tell me youre joking, Hermionesay you wontell me Harry got the Snitch right thentell me
Well I cant very well tell you anything if you dont control yourself! Now then. Where was I? Ah, yes. The Snitch. It appeared in the sky twenty feet above Harryand he saw it.
Oh! My heart!
Harry shot upwardsit was a breeze on his Fireboltit was Gryffindor for sureGinny clutched my leg and I tried to shout, but I was too hoarse by that time to do anything but bang my feet on the stands while Ron shook the banner crazily in the air crying "GO! GO! GO!"
When suddenly Harry slowed, halted, and missed.
WHAT? Why!?
Malfoy had got hold of the Firebolts tail with both hands, and he dragged Harry backwards, away from the Snitch.
NO!!!!
Harry tried to beat him off, but it was no good, he couldnt reach. I wanted to shout horrible thingsI thought Rons mouth would fall off, the words that were coming out of itLee Jordan lost it, too, shouting, "YOU CHEATING SCUM! YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B---" He didnt say B, though, he said the whole word.
Well its TRUE!
I know it. Even Professor McGonagall went over the edge! She didnt even take the megaphone away, she was screaming so hardand Ginny was muttering next to me, "Oh, I wish hed fall, I wish hed fallpush him off, Harry!" Alicia Spinnet was so mad that she missed the penalty shot by a mile. Flint started laughing at her, so George Weasley shot over with his club raised to try and knock his teeth out-- but thank goodness Fred held him back! Lee Jordan finally gathered himself up enough to yell, "STEP OFF, GEORGE! FLINTS NOT WORTH THE POINTS!"
It sounds like utter pandemonium!
It was just like a war, except not as nice. But Slytherin feeds on that kind of negative energyin no time, Montague had scored on Wood, making the score seventy-twenty. Still, we were fifty points up, and at that point we could have caught the Snitch at any time it appeared, so Harry started to use Malfoys own tactic against him. He followed Malfoy everywhere, and marked him so closely that they kept banging their knees together, and Malfoy was getting extremely frustrated- everywhere he turned, Harry was there. It shot his concentration. Ginny kept hitting my arm reflexively and muttering "Thats it, Harry, block him, block him," while Ron laughed like a maniac"Look at that gitcant see his way clear for anything- Oh-ho! Harrys got him spinning like a top!"
Angelina took the Quaffle. She zoomed up the pitch. After her went every member of the Slytherin team- every one of them massed in front of the goal hoops to block herthere was no way through. Just when she was about to hit the wall of them, Harry lay flat on his broom, sank down to their level, and shot forward like a bullet, faster than anything Ive ever seen, right into the midst of them, with a giant holler! He scared Slytherin so badly that they scattered like chickens, and Angelina flew through the clearing and scored! Eighty-twenty to Gryffindor!
But Harry couldnt slow down right away. He catapulted straight toward us in the stands- there was a gasphe managed to stop and reverse just before he crashed. But instead of a sigh of relief, the stands let out a unified scream of terror and pointed back to the match. Harry pivoted back to face the field, where he saw what we were all seeing.
Malfoy had already seen the Snitch. He had gone into a straight dive.
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Not after all that! No, no, no, no, no
Everyone in the stands was moaning the same thing. We all shot up- Ron and Ginny and I clambered onto the bench and practically howledthe noise was unbearable. Harry gained on Malfoy as quickly as he could, but Malfoy was already miles ahead. He was far too close to the Snitch. Malfoy was definitely going to catch it.
Oh, no. Thats too awful.
Or.... was he??
What? What!! HERMIONE!!!!!
Harry doveit was a plummetevery ounce of speed and force he could musterdown, down, past Malfoys broomtail, past his ankles, past his shoulders, neck and neck, stretching out his arm, straining his fingers----
And?! And
AND HARRY CAUGHT THE SNITCH!!!
AND GRYFFINDOR WON THE QUIDDITCH CUP!!!!!!!!!!
HURRAH! OH, WONderful! MARvelous! What a RELIEF, oh, Hermione, how could you be so HORRIBLE, how dare you SCARE me like thatwhat a match! good heavens!THE CUP!
Yes! Finally, the Cup! Oliver Wood sobbed like a baby. The whole team flew into a clump and sank to the ground, holding onto each other. Ron and I dropped the banner and bolted out of the stands, fighting to get to Harry, who was being carried across to the trophy table. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder than Wood. Lee Jordan was cheering brokenly into the megaphone. Hagrid was beaming, Percy was jumping up and down, Ginny was crying, and Ron and I couldnt even speak. We just looked at Harry.
Oliver Wood, weeping, passed Harry the Cup, and he grinned at us and hoisted it up into the airI almost burst with happiness for him! Gwen, it was one of those moments Ill go back to for the rest of my life. It was perfectly glorious.
My heavens, yes! WHAT a story! You certainly had me going, Hermione. Im an absolute wreck.
Tell everyone at Miss Vauclains! Tell them that my friend Harry Potter is the best Seeker in the entire world! I doubt even a professional could play like he does. Ron says theres a World Cup this summer, but who needs to see that when I can watch Gryffindor play? Theyre incredible.
Anyway, you can go tell Cassie and everybody about the match right now, because Im going back downstairs to the common room. Theres still a raging party going on and I dont want to miss any more of itOliver Woods so insane with joy that he actually came up to me and pounded my back and said, "And you! You helped us once- you charmed Harrys glasses- well done, well done!" And that was the match we lost. Hes peaked! But it was still awfully nice of him to remember. What an incredible day.
Yes, quite! Thank you, my dear. This will go over
extremely well. And I think Ill use your little tricktell them we lost and then shock them in the end!Oh, but I never said we lost.
Humph. You insinuated!
Yes I certainly did! And it was loads of fun, too! All right, then, thats it. Im going downstairs to celebrate!!! Goodnight, Guinevere!
Goodnight, Hermione!
HQoW
May 5
Gwen, Im just checking in. I cant write. I can hardly think. Exams in four weeks. Unbelievable amount of work. Harrys still floating around looking thrilled, and Professor McGonagalls still in such a good mood that shes been really easy on us in class lately. Which is a good thing, Im telling you, because I dont know how Im going to manage this. I havent had any sleep, and Im barely turning in my assignmentsoh, whats the point of writing it down, its just taking up more time. Sorry. Got to go.
HQoW
May 17
Hi, Gwen.
How are you holding up?
Not well. Not well. Are you mad Ive hardly been writing?
After the Quidditch story you gave me? How could I be? Everyone was just in hysterics over it.
Everybody here has finally gotten over the hysterics. Exams are in two weeks and were all at the breaking point. Even Fred and George are in here studying for their O.W.L.s, if you can believe it. Ive never seen anything like it in our common roomits all just books and people looking terrified, and Im so highly strung that I cry or yell at least once a day.
Oh, my poor dear.
No, Im notIve been absolutely horrid to anybody who even tries to talk to me. Poor Neville, more like. He asked me if he could study with me during my next Potion study session, and I nearly bit his head off, because I was right in the middle of memorizing all the different dates weve got to know about the Medieval Witch Hunts, and I was so tired. I snapped at him-- "Neville, cant you see Ive got to do this right now? Just dont talk to me till Im through!" He looked really surprised and said, "Okay, Hermione, IIm sorry to bother you," and scurried away. I felt so badly about itespecially when Ron edged away from me on the sofa like he was scared Id snap at him next. I said, "Well, Im sorry, but Im very busy! I will help him when Im through." And he muttered, "Through? Whens that going to be?" I must be the meanest person in the world.
No, youre not.
Yes I am. I slammed my book and huffed at Ron, and then I went over to Neville and apologized. I told him I was planning to study Potions the next day and of course he could work with me if he wanted to. He looked at me like he wasnt sure he wanted to, but he did anyway. I tried to be really nice, and not snap. I had to bite my tongue about a hundred times, but I managed not to yell at him. Oh, I cant wait to take these exams and be done with it.
Two more weeks. You can make it.
Two more weeks. Okay. Youre right. I can keep my temper for two more weeks. Ive got to go, Gwen. Ive got to study. I know, I know, I always say that. But you understand.
I do.
Thanks. See you.
HQoW
May 25
One. More. Week.
Almost there.
Actually its nine days until my first day of exams. But do you want to see my schedule for the first day of exams? Do you?
I... suppose so.
Heres the whole schedule. Okay.
Mon., June 3: 9am Transfiguration
9am Arithmancy
1pm Charms
1pm Ancient Runes
Tues., June 4 9am Care of Magical Creatures
1pm Potions
12am Astronomy
Wed., June 5 9am History of Magic
1pm Herbology
Thurs., June 6 9am Defense Against the Dark Arts
1pm Muggle Studies
Hermione.... that does look difficult.
Can you believe I have four exams my first day, and I have to time turn twice? Can you believe theyre making us get up for a nine oclock exam the morning after the midnight one? Were all going to be dead! Im going to fail! Oh, help me, Gwen, help me. I dont want to fail.
My goodness. Are you really afraid you might, even with all the work youve put in? I cant believe that.
I dont know, I cant imagine failing, I mean, I wouldnt even know how to do it. But it could happen, with a schedule like that! Oh, why didnt I think when I signed up for all those classes, why didnt I think!!!! If I could just drop one more class it might be okay. I dont need to take Muggle Studies. Im Muggle-born. My mum and dad are Muggles. I know all about Muggles. Not that it hasnt been fascinating, because it has, but Gwen, really. I dont know how Im going to do this again next year.
Youre going to try and do it
next year? Hermione, havent you learned anything??Yes. I dont know what Im going to do about it yet. I havent decided. I know what I ought to do.... but Im feeling very stubborn about it. Even though I feel like Im going to pass out if I look at ONE MORE PAGE. I need to go to bed. I wish I could. Im almost worse off than Percy, and hes studying for his N.E.W.T.s, which are the hardest tests of all. If anyone makes a single peep in the common room, he takes points from Gryffindor. Hes teetering closer to the edge than I am. Nine more days. We can do this. Ill check in soon.
HQoW
May 31
Gwen!! Exams start on Monday, its almost over, its almost over, and it hasnt even begun.. Id better pass. Id better pass at the very top of my class.
You always do.
But this time its different. I dont have enough rest, or enough time. I still need to get through the last section of studies for CharmsI missed Cheering Charms altogether, and Ive hardly had a chance to practice them on my own, and I also have to figure out a few last theorems for Arithmancy, which I cant because I cant find my textbook! I have been looking for it everywhere!! Its called "Numerology and Gramatica" and its huge. It cant go missing, its too big!
Have you asked around? Maybe someone picked it up by mistake.
I asked, but nobody knows where it isalthough Ron said hed borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading. Honestly. How very helpful of him to be sarcastic when I am going crazy. Oh, and he and Harry saw my exam schedule, and nearly threw a fit. "Are you sure youve copied down these times right?" "Is there any point in asking you how youre going to sit for two exams at once?" I swear. Sometimes I feel like taking the Time-Turner out from under my robes and shaking it at them. I wish I could just tell them, so they would stop bothering me. Maybe after my last exam, Professor McGonagall will let me tell them.
Oh, I cant believe I almost forgot to tell youthe day of our last exam--- that afternoonits Buckbeaks appeal! Theyve set it for June 6th. And Gwen, theyre bringing the executioner to the appeal.
It sounds.... Hermione, Im so sorry. It sounds like theyve already made their decision.
It sounds like theyve had their decision made for them by Lucius Malfoy. I could just curse him, hes so awful. But they wont really kill Buckbeak. Hes a living thing, with feelingsMalfoy cant just use him to get back at Hagrid. And Rons worked so hard, you should have seen his face when we got the note. To know that theyve already hired the executioner, after all the hours and effort weve both put in-- its not just, if they dont listen. Hagrids going to make an incredible appeal. They have to listen, they just have to.
Oh, how I hope they do.
Gwen, if they dont.... then somethings wrong with the world, isnt it. I want to believe that the people in charge of things are smart and rational and... good. But maybe theyre not. Maybe theyre just not.
No, Hermione. Sometimes, theyre not.
Then why are they in charge? Why do they get to decide?
Because life isnt fair.
Why not?
Nobody knows.
It doesnt make any sense, Gwen. It makes me.... really sad. And very angry. But you know what? Were going to win. Buckbeaks going to be okay. I... Ill do something. Anything. They shouldnt get away with hurting innocent things, and they wont if I can help it.
Oh, bother all these exams. No matter what Im feeling, no matter whats going to happen to Buckbeak, I still have to study. And I STILL CANT FIND MY BOOK.
Go study your Cheering Charms, thenat least you can do that until your book turns up.
Thats true. Okay.
And HermioneIm very proud of you, for what youve done for Buckbeak. It shows a real strength of character, to defend another being. I hope you win. But if you dont, dont lose heart. Its always worth it to make this kind of effort- to stand up for what you know is right. Youve done a very important thing. All right?
Thank you. I feel.... a little better.
Good. Now go on. And good luck on all your exams. Ill be thinking of you!
Oh, Gwen, youre so... youre just.... what would I do without you?
I dont know. Goodnight, Hermione.
Honestly. Goodnight, Gwen.
HQoW
June 3
Gwen.... tired.... four exams over with... seven more to go.... you cant imagine....
But just think, Hermioneyour hardest day is done. Congratulations!
Three more tomorrow...
Youll be perfect, I know it.
Transfiguration this morning... we had to turn teapots into tortoises... mine looked like a turtle.
Thats practically the same thing.
I.... guess so. Rons tortoise had a willow-patterned shell, and Harrys tortoise breathed steam. They got mad when I complained mine looked like a turtle. I must not have been... concentrating hard enough.
Im sure you made full marks. Professor McGonagall knows what youre going through.
Shes not making any exceptions for me, shes told me that a thousand times. At least I know I did well in Ancient Runes. Charms, though- we had to do Cheering Charms for a third of our exam points. I was too tired to be nervous, and thank goodness I practiced, because mine was just fine. Just fine. Harry was nervous, though. He put Ron into a hysterical laughing fit. Ron had to be locked in a room by himself for an hour before he could finish his exam. I was done with Arithmancy before they were out of Charms. Urgh, Arithmancy... oh please let me pass it... It was so difficult....
Did you know the answers?
I think so.... I hope so.... but who really knows.... And now, Gwen, I would like to go unconscious for about a week. But Care of Magical Creatures is tomorrow, and Potionsoh, Potions, Snape will fail me, hell fail all of us. He wouldnt even give us a hint which potion well be tested on, and we mustve worked on twenty different recipes this year. Hes still in a rage that Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup. Hes being particularly awful to our class, though, because weve got Harry, and Harry caught the Snitch....
Its worth it.
Thats what Harry says. He wont say so if Snape gives him a zero. I have to go. I have to make sure Ive memorized all the potion recipes, and quiz Neville. Then I think Ill go to bed.
I know you can do it. I know you can.
Yes. I have to go. Must concentrate. See you later.
HQoW
June 4
Saw Hagrid today at the Care of Magical Creatures exam. He looks terrible. He says Buckbeak is getting depressed from being isolated for so long. He says well know, one way or the other, the day after tomorrow. Ron said, "Itll be all right, Hagrid, youre going to do great." But Harry and I didnt say anything. I feel defeated. Im almost glad Ive still got five examsI dont want to think about the appeal.
Well then, how were your exams today?
Theyre not actually over yet. I still have Astronomy in three hours. Care of Magical Creatures was easy because Hagrids too preoccupied to set up a real exam for us. We just had to keep flobberworms alive for an hour, which requires absolutely no effort or skill. Thank goodness, too, because then we had Potions, which took everything I had. Snapes so foulhe made us do Confusing Concoctions when he knows that just the fumes from that recipe will addle your brain. Poor Neville looked totally lost by the time hed put in his second ingredient and Harry couldnt get his to thickenhe thinks he saw Snape write a zero by his name. Wouldnt that be awful? A zero.
It certainly wouldnt be good. But how about your concoction?
Oh, mine. Well it was absolutely perfect, if you want to know. A model Confusing Concoction. Snape looked like he wanted to kill mehe was hoping Id fail, Im sure. But ha ha ha, it was PERFECT. And if he doesnt give me a perfect grade, Ill make him sorryIll contest itIll
Before you have a conniption, Hermione, why dont you wait for the results?
All Im saying is, it had better be a FULL MARK. Or else. Anyway, Gwen, I have to go, Im running the final study session for Astronomy, and everyones gathered downstairs already. Ive got the best notes of anyone, and Ive got everything committed to memory already, so Im going to test all the third years. Funny how nobody minds me being a know-it-all when its three hours til the test and theyre trying to cram. I hate cramming. Im so tired that Im getting light-headed. I dont feel well.
Did you eat any supper?
Yes. I wasnt hungry, but Ron and Harry forced me to have a little.
Well... all right then. I can trust them to look after you, I suppose. Go on and study.
Okay. Bye.
HQoW
June 6
Ive only got fifteen minutes before my Muggle Studies exam. Im sitting outside the door in the hall. Its my last exam, Gwen, MY LAST EXAM.
Thank heavens.
Sort of. Im very relieved, of coursebut just when I ought to be feeling a hundred times better, I feel nervous and frightened. Two bad things happened today and Im quite shaken up. First something went wrong in my exam this morning
Which one was that again?
Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Lupin set up a whole obstacle course for uswe each had to get through a grindylow, a Red Cap, a hinkypunk, and a kappa, and then at the end we had to climb into a trunk and battle a boggart. I did it all perfectly... except the boggart. Oh, Gwen, I found out what my greatest fear is. My greatest fear came trueboggarts seem so real that I believed it.
What was your boggart?
Professor McGonagall. She appeared in the trunk with me, and she looked at me Ill never forget itlike I was abhorrent to her. And she said, "Miss Granger, you are the most disappointing student I have ever come across; in all my years of teaching Ive never been so utterly disgusted. Youve failed every single exam! You will not be invited back for a fourth year at this school! Do you hear me? You are a failure!!!"
Oh, Hermione.
I screamed bloody murder, kicked open the trunk, and flung myself out of there. Professor Lupin ran over looking really worried, and Ron and Harry followed him. I managed to stammer out what Id seen. I told them Professor McGonagall was in there, and she said Id failed everything.
Thats when Ron pulled his stupid head inside his robe- as if that muffled him at all- and roared with laughter. But I couldnt even get mad, I was still too scared. I turned to Professor Lupin and started to cry. I said, "And now you really will fail me, wont you, because I- I couldnt fight the boggart- but I didnt get to try it in class that day so I didnt know- I didnt know that was my greatest fear- I wasnt prepared"
Ron shouted, "I knew! I told you that would be your boggart!" But Professor Lupin gave him a look and said, "Youre not helping," in a curt voice. So Ron finally shut up. Then Professor Lupin said, "Hermione, its fine. Youve made full marks on every written test and every piece of homework, and youve done all the extra credit I offered. Youll receive a ninety percent on this exam"
"But I shouldnt! I should get an eighty, the boggarts twenty percent"
"Youll get half marks for the boggart, because first, as you say, you didnt get to fight it in class, and second, you climbed in and faced it even if you couldnt fight it. That merits half marks, in my opinion."
I like Professor Lupin.
Oh, so do I. He said that Ill get very nearly a hundred percent in his class, altogether. Finally I was able to calm down. Ron couldnt let it alone, thoughhe kept snickering all through lunch. I was so angry with myselfand so embarrassed. I mean, Rons always teased me about being obsessed with my marksbut failing really is my biggest fear. What a stupid fear.
Fear of failure isnt stupid. Its one of the most difficult fears in the world to face, actually. Dont be so hard on yourself, Hermioneyoure getting an A in Defense Against the Dark Arts, after all. Thats one less thing to worry about.
Yes, thats true. Professor Lupin is so nice. Im glad I didnt turn him in for being a werewolf. Hes the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher ever, and I hope hell stay at Hogwarts for the rest of our education. Itll be a full moon tonight... I wonder if it hurts to turn into a werewolf
Oh, no, oh, nothe door just opened to my classroom and I have to go take this exam and I havent finished telling you the other thingand its really bad!! Ill rush. Okay. We ran into Cornelius Fudge- the Minister of Magic- on our way back into the castle for lunch. He told Harry that hes here at Hogwarts, not only to check on the Sirius Black situation, but to stand witness to the execution of a mad hippogriff. WITNESS TO THE EXECUTION!!! How can there even be a scheduled execution to witness? They havent even had the appeal!!
Gwen, theyre going to kill Buckbeak, arent theydont answer that. I know you dont want to. I know they aretheyre going to kill himoh, Hagrid, whatll he do? You should have seen Ron, he was so enraged that he started to tell off the Minister! I had to drag him off so he wouldnt jeopardize his fathers job. But I didnt blame himthose men are horrible. And now Ive got to concentrate on Muggle Studies- how can I? How can I? With the appeal in an hour?
I have to. Everybodys already in there but me, and theyre passing out exams. Got to go. Bye.
HQoW
They really.... theyre killing him. Buckbeaks going to be executed at sunset. Hagrid sent a note. The handwriting was so shaky I could hardly... it said not to come down, he doesnt want us to see it. When I got the note I was all by myself. Everyone else is running around celebrating that exams are over, and Harry and Ron were still up at their Divination finals. So I just braced myself, and read the note. I read it about ten times. When I finally started to believe it, I curled up in the corner chair with my head on my knees and sobbed until somebody came through the portrait hole. It was Ron. He stopped in the entrance and looked at meI think hes been counting down to the appeal because he knew right away what had happened. He didnt even say anything, just took the note and read it and sank down by the window. Then he said, "They cant," very faintly.
"But they are," I said back. "Its over." He looked as helpless as I felt. We worked so hard.
I wish I could do something.
Theres nothing. All we can do is go down and say goodbye. When Harry came in from his exam, Ron told him what had happened, and Harry insisted that we have to go to Hagrid, we just have to. Hes right, of course. But its going to be difficult, because the teachers will never let us out of the castle at sunset, with Sirius Black still on the loose. At first we didnt know how we were going to get down to Hagrids cabin without getting caught, because Harry left his Invisibility Cloak down in the secret tunnel last time he went into Hogsmeade. He couldnt go down and get it, either. Too risky. Snape has an eye out for Harry doing anything funny ever since what happened with Malfoyyou know, Harry throwing the mud-balls and his head floating in midair and all.
So what are you going to do?
Well, were using the Invisibility Cloak. What do I care about Snape or detention, when theres an execution? Hagrid needs us. Since Harry couldnt go and get his cloak, I went down in the tunnel and did it myself. Snape might be on the watch for Harry breaking rules, but hed never expect me to try and sneak out, so I knew I could get away with it, and I did. I went down under the secret statue and fetched the cloak, and then sneaked back into the castle.
Hermione!
I know. Im shocking everyone. When I came back with the cloak, Harry looked impressed, and Ron gaped at me and burst out, "Hermione, I dont know whats gotten into you lately. First you hit Malfoy, then you walk out on Professor Trelawney" he shook his head. And for some reason.... for some reason, the way he said it... I felt sort of pleased. I think I blushed, a little. Whats wrong with me?
Absolutely nothing.
But it... wasnt even really a compliment.
Coming from Ron? Yes it was.
I... Gwen? I think I.... that is.... well, theres something Ive sort of been..... wanting to talk about. A little bit. I dont know. Youll laugh.
No, I wont.
Er... well, I cant really explain it? But, sometimes.... sometimes when Rons around me, I
Oh, wait a minute. Gwen, I have to go. Harry just stood up and put the cloak under his robe. Hes right, weve got to go to dinner now, before the sun sets. Its already started going down. Were going straight to Hagrids after we eat to say goodbye to Buckbeak. My stomachs so clenched I know Ill never eat a bite.
But....
Yes, Gwen?
Oh, never mind. You have enough to think about.
Yes. Buckbeak. Oh, Gwen, how can they kill him? Hes just a creature.
I know. Be careful, Hermione, please. Dont stay out too long in the darkthey havent caught Sirius Black yet, after all.
I know. Ill be careful. I dont want to be out there very long, I dont want to see the execution. I dont think I could bear it. But we have to check on Hagrid.
Okay, now I really have to go, its time. Ill come and talk to you afterward. Im sure Ill need to talk.
Ill be here.
Thank you, Gwen. Ill be back soon.
HQoW
June 7
Hi, Guinevere! Hello! How are you?
Im.... fine. But I wasnt expecting
you to be in such a pleasant mood. How are you?Oh, Im just absolutely wonderful. Just perfect, really!
Really? Er... Hermione... whatever
happened last night? Are you all right? Did you get to say goodbye to Buckbeak?Yes, I did! I said goodbye, and watched him fly away!
Fly aw
I know, Gwen, its impossible! But it isnt! Hah! Im just in the most heavenly mood; you wouldnt even believe how good Im feeling.
Im getting an inkling.
When I woke up this morning, I was all stiff and sore and tired, and I just wanted to talk to you, to tell you everything. So when Madam Pomfrey came over to dress the wound on my shoulder
The what?! Youre hurtyoure in the hospital wingHermione
Yes, yes, its just a bloody lip and a gash on my shoulder. I can hardly even feel it if I dont think about it. And I cant even think about it because Im just too busy smiling! Ive been charmed!
Charmed?
Cheering Charmed! Ron did it. You know what happened?
Er... no.
Well, like I was telling you, Madam Pomfrey came over to dress my wound and I shouted, "No! Not until I have"
She finished for me. "Your diary?" She put her hands on her hips. "Always the same with you, isnt it, young missy? Well.... I suppose its all right. Accio, Hermione Grangers diary!"
But I shouldnt have done it, I shouldnt have let her Summon you. I forgot Ron and Harry were up here, because I was so muddled from everything that went on last night. I didnt want them knowing Ive got a diary! But its too late. Ron woke up as I caught you and started badgering me right off.
"Whats that?"
"Nothing."
"Youve got a diary."
"No, I havent"
"What dyou write in there?"
"Ron!"
"Oh, come on."
"No! Let me alone."
"How long have you been writing in there?"
"None of your business, is it?"
"Hermione..."
"Well, if you must know, Ive been keeping a diary since the summer before first year. Happy?"
"Not quite......so.... am I in there?"
"Ron!! I am not telling!! It is a secret!! Now let me alone, I want to write about last night."
Then Harry woke up and mumbled "Shut up," at us because Id started yelling so loudly. Ron said, "No, Harry, wake up, look, shes got a diary. See if you can get it." Honestly! Ron would have grabbed it himself, but he couldnt get up, cause his legs all mangled and broken
What?! What
happened to the three of you???Oh, Gwen, Im in too good a mood to talk about all that just yet. So then Harry got interested in you, too, and wanted to know if Id ever written about him. Theyre both awfully interested in themselves, arent they? But I ignored them both and opened you, and was going to shut the bed-curtains and write my password, when Ron propped himself up on his elbows and shot a Cheering Charm at me. It was a really good one. Suddenly, I was feeling far too giggly to write, and much too happy to ignore them, so I started answering questions.
Oh, dear.
Not any really personal questions. The Cheering Charm just makes you happy, it doesnt make you stupid..
What... what kinds of questions
did you answer?Well, first I laughed that they must be blind never to have noticed you before. I mean, Ive been writing in you constantly, for three years. Harry said, "Well how were we supposed to know you werent just doing homework?" Then I said, "Well, Ron, at least you should have figured it outafter all, I gave you your own journal for Christmas!" And do you know what he said?
No.
He said, "Oh, its a journal? So thats what its for." And then I realized that wed been in such bad moods with each other at Christmastime that Id never even had a chance to explain the present- Id just sort of thrown it at him. He actually thought Id given him a notebook for classes! I said, "What do you think I am? I dont give homework presents for Christmas! Im not that much a know-it-all!"
"Oh, yes you are," Ron and Harry said together.
At that point, I wasnt feeling very cheery anymore, and I started pouting, but Ron hit me with another charm. He had more questions. I started giggling again, and I told him that Ive written about both him and Harry in here, and that Ive recorded practically every single thing thats ever happened to us at Hogwarts. But the best part was, I told them that my very first impressions of both of them are in here, even from the first time I saw them on the Hogwarts Express! Oh, they begged me to read those.
Did you?
GWEN! No way! Do you think Im insane?? I just laughed and laughed at them. It was incredibly funny to see them both so desperately curious. Especially Ron. Harrys not too interested anymore, but Rons still being really nosy. I just peeked through the bed-curtains and hes looking over here, trying to see what Im writing. How annoying. How rude. You know, I think this second Cheering Charm is wearing off, too. Im starting to get mad. How dare he do that? How dare he put a spell on me and then ask about my personal, private diary? Horrible! Im awfully glad youre enchanted, Gwen. I wouldnt put it past Ron to try and read you. But hell never know my password, so hah!
The charm is almost worn off, you say?
Yes. Ouch, my lip is throbbingits really swollen. I could just kill Ron. But I guess Ill let him alone, since his legs already broken, and heandand Harryand last night!
Last night.
The charms worn off- it must be- I can concentrate again. Gwen, last night, last night! Youll never believe whats happened. Youll neverits notI promise Im not crazy even though youre going to think I amI dont even know how to tell you. Theres so much, theres too much.
My goodness! Well... start with Buckbeak, then. You said he flew awaydo you really mean it? Did he survive? What happened there?
Oh, Gwen, I cant start with that part, thats the very end. I have to go all the way back to the beginning, to Hagrid, to when we left the castle and sneaked down to his cabin underneath the Invisibility Cloak. That seems like it was weeks ago, so much has happened. Really, its shocking. I was there and I still dont believe it.
Well
tell me! Start where ever you want! You three went down to Hagrids under the cloak, and then....?And then.... how do I do this? This is impossible. I think I have to start much further back. Back when Harrys dad went to school here. When James Potter was friends with Sirius Black.
Sirius Black! Youre not going to tell me....he didnt.... no, youre all alive, this cant have anything to do with him.
It has everything to do with him. Listen. Back when he was friends with James Potter, there were sort of a band of four friends. Sirius, James, Professor Lupin- which I should have figured out before, but I was so busy with everything elseand the fourth was Peter Pettigrew. They were all best friends, a really tight-knit group, and the only one who wasnt really strong, and really bright, was Pettigrew. He was the weakest of the four.
Now you remember what I told you before, about Sirius being the Potters secret-keeper? And how he killed Pettigrew?
Yes, but what does this have to do with
Its just important, I wanted to remind you of it itll make it easier to explain. everything that went on
HQoW
GWEN!!! What do you THINK? Ron just hobbled over here on a crutch, to try and read you! I cant even believe him! He threw aside the curtainbut dont worry, I slammed you really fast.
Yes, I noticed.
Oh, Im sorry! But I didnt want him to peekhes such a.... hes such a.... well, you know what!
Indeed I do.
And Harry thinks its just so funny. Oh yes, ha ha ha. I guess Im going to have to tell you everything later. I know thats awful, you must be really worried, but honestly, Gwen, Im fine. Im better than fine. Harry and Ron and I- were all okay, and Ill give you the details once Im back up in my room, in Gryffindor. I just dont want to risk having you open any longer. If he should see my password!
Shut me, then
gently please. But youd better tell me whats going on VERY SOON!I will. Madam Pomfrey says we can leave here at lunchtimealthough now shes saying Ron might have to stay in here a bit longer. Shes telling him off for getting up out of bed before his bones were properly mended, and it serves him right if they dont! Trying to peek what a nerve. I dont know how Ill ever be able to write in you in the common room anymore. Ill be too nervous that my password will show.
Make the password invisible.
I can do that?
Oh, yes, of course. Ask Professor Flitwick how its done, Im sure hell tell you. Its quite simple, really. Youll have no trouble.
Well, then, I will. Thanks, Gwen.
Youre welcome.
Oh, no, I have to shut you now. Madam Pomfreys left the room, and I dont think Ron really cares how much trouble he gets in, because hes trying to get out of bed again. I dont know if hes just trying to tease me or what, but Im not taking any chances. Ill come back soon, and tell you all about last night. Bye!
HQoW
June 8
Okay, Gwen. Im ready to tell you everything. Ginny and I are lolling around outside, and shes going to tell me if the boys come. So I can just lie here and enjoy the sunshine, and talk to you! Where I did I leave off?
Lupin, Pettigrew Black and Potter.
Yes. Well just keep that in mind, and Ill start from Hagrids, when we went to say goodbye to Buckbeak.
Im ready.
Okay. When we got down there, Buckbeak was tethered in the pumpkin patch. Hagrid was just waiting. Helpless. It was awful to see him so helpless. I told him wed stay with him, but he said no wed get in trouble that Dumbledore was coming down to be with him. I was crying my eyes out, but I didnt want Hagrid to see it and feel worse, so I started going around, making tea.
Thats when the first unbelievable thing happened. I picked up the milk jug and turned it over and Scabbers fell out.
What?! Scabbers is
alive? How?!Very, very much alive. Ugh. Anyway, Ron was amazed, to say the very least. He grabbed up Scabbers, who was looking really sick and scared, and struggling to get away. I thought about Crookshanks and all I wanted to say was HAH! I was right! Scabbers didnt get eaten! But under the circumstances, I kept quiet I didnt get a chance to say anything at all, because right then we had to jump back under the Invisibility Cloak and get out of there. Dumbledore and the Minister and the executioner were coming.
We were horrified. They really were going to execute Buckbeak in cold blood I saw the axe. We saw Buckbeak on our way out and the poor thing was all tethered up we didnt want to go, we wanted to save him but Hagrid told us to go quick, and not to listen.
I didnt want to listen. I knew I couldnt stand it. But Ron kept stopping because Scabbers was going berserk trying to get away from us. I thought at the time that Scabbers was just confused and nervous to be back with people again, but I didnt care, I just wanted to get away from there. I didnt want to hear the execution. But Scabbers wouldnt stay put. And a moment alter, we heard a horrible sound. An axe thudding through something. And then Hagrid started howling
But you said... yesterday you said... that Buckbeak flew away. Didnt you?
Yes, but first, it seemed that he died.
But I dont
I promise, it will make sense later. But theres a lot more I have to explain before that. So. We heard the axe and I just about fainted. It was... there arent words for how sickening it was. I was choking on tears, and Ron was pale as a ghost and Harry tried to go back to Hagrid, but we had to keep on walking toward the castle. We had no choice.
All this time, Scabbers was still writhing around, desperately trying to get away from Ron. And then I saw why or thought I did. Crookshanks was out there. My Crookshanks. And he was coming at us, sneaking up to try and grab Scabbers oh, I only wish he had! But then we never would have known
Known?
If anything had happened to Scabbers, we never would have known the truth! Just.... sorry, just listen, Ill try to quit getting ahead of myself.
Scabbers finally bit Ron and got away, scampering across the grass. Crookshanks pursued. And then, as if things werent already bad, Ron threw off the Invisibility Cloak and bolted after them. I was sure wed be caught, but what was there to do? Harry and I looked at each other, and sprinted after Ron, throwing off the cloak as we went so wed be able to catch up.
When we did catch up, Ron was on the ground. Hed knocked Crookshanks aside and had Scabbers clutched in his hands. We tried to get him back under the cloak before we were seen, but before we could do it, a huge black dog came bounding out of nowhere.
Gwen, it looked like a Grim the Grim that Professor Trelawneys been trying to scare us with all year the death omen. Honestly. And you know I dont believe in that, but my heart my heart stopped beating for a second, it really did. Especially because it knocked Harry down and I thought it was going to chew his head off. But it didnt want Harry. It wanted Ron.
It grabbed Rons arm in its teeth and dragged him away from us. I hardly knew what was happening everything was at high speed we chased after Ron, but couldnt get close enough to help him. The dog had dragged him into the shade of the Whomping Willow, and somehow the tree roots opened up and the Grim dragged Ron underground. Ron tried to hook his leg around a branch, but the dog was stronger it kept pulling Rons leg gave this horrible SNAP! and he disappeared into the Willow.
Harry and I threw ourselves through the Willow branches, trying to get to that opening, but it had started to whomp us really hard it got Harry across the face, and gashed me across the shoulder. We couldnt get through. I just kept whimpering, "Help, help, please," without really knowing who I was talking to.
And then Crookshanks did something that made me feel ill all over. He ran up and pressed a knot in the base of the tree, and made it stop whomping. He KNEW. And then Harry said hed seen my cat together before with that horrible Grim, running across the grounds. I was so frightened. Ron was down there, and Crookshanks was part of what was happening. My mouth just dried up all those times when Ron said there was something funny about Crookshanks, and he was right. And all I could think of was that if I had only listened to him, maybe he wouldnt be underground being eaten alive by the Grim. It was an awful moment. There was nothing for it but to go underground and try to find him. So Harry and I slid under the tree roots, into a tunnel, and followed Crookshanks along it.
A tunnel. I remember you saying wasnt there a tunnel on Harrys Marauders Map that nobody used because of the Whomping Willow?
Yes, exactly! Well done. This was that tunnel. Which meant it led directly into Hogsmeade, just like the other ones. We went along it as fast as we could it seemed to take forever because my mind wouldnt stop imagining pictures of Ron getting dragged under by that dog, and what it might be doing to him now oh, awful, awful. I made myself run the whole way.
Finally we came out into the inside of a dark, destroyed house. The windows were all boarded up. I realized that if we were in Hogsmeade, then this could only be the inside of the Shrieking Shack. The most haunted residence in Britain. I was already terrified, but it was twice as bad being in that house. And then we heard a noise upstairs, and there wasnt any time to be afraid because Ron was up there. Harry and I climbed the stairs to a hallway and followed the sounds to a door, which Harry kicked wide open just like something out of a film, I swear.
Crookshanks was sitting on a big four poster bed. Ron was next to him, clutching his broken leg, but otherwise okay. I was so glad to see him alive that I ran over to him so did Harry but Ron was shaking his head and moaning, "Not a dog, Harry its a trap hes the dog. Hes an Animagus."
Behind us, someone shut the door with a bang, and we whirled around to find that we were all alone, in the Shrieking Shack, with Sirius Black.
Oh my God. Hermione.
It was easily the most frightening moment of my life. My voice was gone. I felt it go. I had my wand out, but I couldnt think of a single spell, and I just stared at him, taking in his waxy, horrifying face and his matted black hair and yellow teeth. He was filthy. He looked like someone who could kill a street full of Muggles without a second thought or kill us, without blinking an eye. And before either of us could get a grip, wed been disarmed of our wands. I remember thinking, "Well, thats the end." I really did. I knew we were dead.
Black actually thanked Harry for coming after Ron. Said it would make his job much easier said that Harrys father James would have done it for him. Harry gasped and shook. I knew what he was thinking how dare that disgusting, murdering traitor talk about his father? How dare he make such a sick, cruel joke of his death? Harry tried to go at Black he didnt care what happened to him, I could tell. Hes never afraid. But I wouldnt let him go, and neither would Ron.
But what could Ron possibly do? I thought his leg was broken
He got up. I dont really know how his leg looked too bent to stand on, but he came over, grabbed the other side of Harry and said to Black, "If you want to kill Harry, youll have to kill us, too!" Blacks eyes flickered with well, at the time, I thought it was malice. But now I know what it really was Sirius recognized himself in Ron.
What? Hermione
Sorry, sorry. Getting ahead. Anyway, Black told him to lie down before he hurt his leg anymore, and I remember thinking that was weird, since hes the one who broke Rons leg in the first place. But Ron just stood there and said, "Did you hear me? Youll have to kill all three of us!" And Gwen, even though I was pretty sure Black really would kill all three of us, I couldnt help but admire Ron for standing up to him.
Black grinned. "Therell only be one murder here tonight," he said. Harry went ballistic. Started yelling, fighting, I couldnt hold him he threw himself forward and cried, "HE KILLED MY MUM AND DAD!" Then it was chaos, mass chaos Harry was beating on Black Ron threw his body on Blacks wand hand I kicked him in... well, really badly Crookshanks sunk his claws into Harry and somehow, some way, Harry came up holding his own wand. He pointed it directly at Blacks heart.
So thats how.... he killed him.... and you survived...
No. Although looking back on it... how unreal. Harry almost did kill him. I still dont understand what stopped him. I couldnt make a sound, couldnt breathe, just flattened against the wall and waited. Ron was breathing really hard, looking sickly green from standing up on that leg. And Harry and Black just stared into each others eyes. I dont think Harry even knows a deadly curse, but the force of his hatred would have been enough. His eyes were like I dont know, Harrys a mystery to me. It was the tension between them so incredible. And Harry really did almost kill him. What a nightmare.
What?
At that point, I snatched up my own wand and Rons. My lip was bleeding from the struggle. Black started talking. He asked Harry to please listen to the whole story before killing him, but Harry didnt move his wand away. And then Crookshanks, to my horror, jumped up on Blacks chest to protect him. I felt I might be sick. I thought Crookshanks must be pure evil, to be working to intimately with Black like that. But before Harry could decide what to do about killing either of them, the door burst open, and Professor Lupin came through, into the room.
Professor Lupin was in the Shrieking Shack? How did he know
Hed been watching the Marauders Map all night. Remember how he confiscated it from Harry after his last illegal trip to Hogsmeade? Well, Lupin knew how to work the map, because he wrote it. They all did, the four of them Lupin, Pettigrew, Black and Potter. They called themselves Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, and theyd made the map so that it would show everyone on the Hogwarts grounds at all times, even under an Invisibility Cloak.
Lupin figured wed try and sneak down to Hagrids tonight, so he wanted to keep an eye on us, in case.... in case what happened, happened. When he saw Sirius Black on the map, he rushed to help us. But it wasnt only Black hed seen on the map, Gwen. Hed seen another person with us, somebody we didnt even know was there. Hed seen two people get dragged into the Willow, not just Ron.
Two people? How is that
Hed seen Peter Pettigrew, Gwen. Peter Pettigrew was with us on the Marauders Map.
But thats completely impossible. Its insane, Hermione. Pettigrew is dead. They found his finger. Black murdered him the day after the Potters
No. Its not true. Let me explain, the same way Lupin and Sirius explained it to us, once we let them. And we werent too keen to listen to any explanations, I can tell you. We made it as difficult as possible, though I can hardly blame us. It seemed like the world had turned upside down when Lupin, who wed always loved and trusted, disarmed us of our wands again. I was absolutely sick at heart when, after a brief conversation that I didnt understand, Lupin crossed the room and embraced Black like a brother. I went into a screaming fit I knew he must be evil and all along, Id known about him, Id known what he was, and I hadnt told anybody. He tried to calm me down, but I wouldnt listen, I finally cracked and shouted "Harry, dont trust him, hes a werewolf!"
If Harry and Ron were surprised, Lupin was stunned. I told him Id known about him all year, ever since Snapes werewolf essay, because of the lunar charts and his boggart being a full moon. He laughed a harsh little laugh and told me I was the cleverest witch of my age hed ever met, which, under the circumstances, I could hardly take as a compliment. I told him if Id been a little cleverer, Id have told everyone what he really was. He said the staff already knew about him, and Ron lost it. "Dumbledore hired you when he knew you were a werewolf?" And Harry pointed to Sirius and shouted, "YOUVE BEEN HELPING HIM ALL THE TIME!" It didnt seem any of us could ever trust him again.
Finally, though, Lupin did the first thing that had any calming effect on us whatsoever. He gave us back out wands and said, "There. Youre armed, were not. Now will you listen?" He was always a good teacher. He knew just how to get our attention in class. And so, we listened.
They told us how, back at Hogwarts when theyd all been friends, the four of them had secretly, illegally, become Animagi. Well, Lupin already was one, being a werewolf, but the other three did it, too, so that there was a wolf, a rat, a dog, and a stag. Thats how they got those nicknames, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. They did it to keep Lupin company when he transformed, so it wouldnt be such an awful fate for him. Lupin would have to go under the Whomping Willow (it was planted for him, to protect other students from him when he was a wolf) and into the Shrieking Shack (also built for him, so hed have somewhere to run wild when he went on his rampages. Thats why people think its haunted Lupin was in there howling and tearing things apart.) But when he had his Animagi friends, it made the transformations bearable. Are you with me so far, Gwen?
You have my rapt attention.
So. The four of them more or less broke every school rule EVER. And there was somebody who wanted to catch them more than life someone who was to them what Malfoy is to Ron and Harry and me someone who just wanted to get them expelled and make them miserable. Severus Snape.
Your professor?
The same. Snape was in their year at Hogwarts, and they hated each other. He wanted to find out where Lupin was off to every month, so he could tell everyone. He was so interfering that Sirius finally decided to play a deadly trick on him. He told him to prod the Whomping Willow with a stick and go underground if he wanted to know what was the matter with Lupin. Of course Snape did it. He went under, and started toward the Shrieking Shack. If hed gotten there, hed have met a fully grown werewolf
And been killed.
Yes. But Harrys dad found out about what Sirius had done, went under, and pulled Snape back. But though he saved him, it was too late for Lupin Snape had seen what he was. So hes always known Lupins a werewolf, and hes had a mortal grudge against all four of them ever since that trick. Hes been trying to convince Dumbledore all year that Lupins the one helping Sirius get into Hogwarts.
Well, isnt he?
No. But unfortunately, nobodys going to believe that except me, Harry and Ron, because Snape was in the Shrieking Shack with us that night.
Excuse me?
Hiding under Harrys Invisiblity Cloak. He picked it up from where we dropped it, and followed us underground.
But how did he even know to find you outside?
He went to bring Lupin the Wolfsbane Potion it was a full moon that night and the Marauders Map was still out on Lupins desk, showing where we were. He saw us and came after Sirius and Lupin with a vengeance. When he threw off the cloak and pointed his wand at them, he looked mentally deranged. Insane with joy. So excited to finally have caught Black and Lupin after all these years that he wouldnt listen to reason he wanted to turn them over to the dementors and get their souls sucked out. But he didnt get a chance. Because by that point in the story, Ron and Harry and I believed that there was something important to hear from Black and Lupin, and we didnt want them killed. Plus, it didnt hurt that we all hate Snape. We all tried to disarm him at the same time and ended up knocking him out with a bloody head.
Hermione!!
I know. So far this year, Ive smacked Malfoy, dropped class, sneaked into a forbidden tunnel, and knocked a teacher unconscious after breaking out of school and into Hogsmeade to go after a deadly felon. Im doing very well, I suppose, if Im planning to live my life as a criminal.
Anyway, with Snape out cold, we were free to hear the rest of the story, and you WILL NOT BELIEVE IT. Gwen? Brace yourself for the impossible.
Sirius Black was NOT the Potters secret keeper. It was Peter Pettigrew. Sirius Black was strong, smart, the Potters dearest friend he was the obvious choice he knew Voldemort would assume it was him. So at the last minute, he persuaded them to choose Pettigrew. Weaker, less intelligent, and much less obvious, Pettigrew seemed the perfect bluff. And he, too, had always been one of the Potters dearest friends.
But Pettigrew was a traitor. His being weak had led him to the dark side. He was too afraid to fight Voldemort, so instead he joined him. And it was the most triumphant moment of his career as a spy, to be able to sell the Potters lives to his master. The second he was made their secret keeper, he went to Voldemort and betrayed them.
Everybody thinks that Pettigrew tracked down Sirius Black, and that he was killed in the same mad blast that took all those Muggles. But it was Sirius who tracked down Pettigrew. It was Sirius who was grief-stricken, looking for revenge. And it was Pettigrew who blew apart that street, after yelling that Sirius was the traitor for a lot of witnesses to hear, of course. He framed Sirius.
But but no. They found bits of Pettigrew they found his finger in the street.
I know. Brilliant, isnt it. He cut it off himself to fake his death thats how disgusting, twisted, warped, evil, and insane he is. And then he blasted the street, made a mess of everything, turned into his Animagus shape, which no one knew about, and disappeared down into the sewers with the rest of the rats.
Rats..... rats...... oh no, you said you said Pettigrew was
with Ron when he got dragged into..... Peter Pettigrews Animagus wasnt..... but Hermione Gwen. Gwen believe me. I thought it was madness. But what rat do we know that has a toe missing? What rat has been hanging round, in perfect position to strike at Harry Potter if the Dark Lord should rise again? What rat do we know that faked his own death for the second time, and framed my cat???
No, Hermione, no, not Scabbers.
Scabbers. Scabbers all the time. When Black broke into Gryffindor Tower and slashed Rons bed? He was after Scabbers. When Crookshanks was obsessed with catching him, to the point of it being abnormal? He knew it wasnt a normal rat. Ron told them they were both mental. But Lupin and Sirius proved it on the spot.
How did they
They forced Pettigrew to show himself. Scabbers became Peter Pettigrew right there, in front of all of us. Ron looked like someone had gutted him. I was just... just.... I mean, Im still.... and Harry. The way he looked at him. Facing the true murderer of his parents after all this time. And Pettigrew was just groveling like the rat he is, groveling and begging for his life, appealing to all of us, trying to work on us as if he could. No one loves Harry more than the four people who were in that room with him and Dumbledore. No one would touch Pettigrew. Because he admitted hed betrayed James and Lily Potter. He admitted it.
Then Sirius Black...
Is an innocent man.
Amazing.
Unreal. Lupin and Black wanted to kill Pettigrew on the spot. They told him he should have died for James and Lily, rather than betray his friends. They wanted to take revenge for Harrys parents, and for Blacks twelve wasted years is Azkaban. They pointed their wands and I turned my face away to the wall I couldnt bear it.
But Harry dove in front of Pettigrew. He wouldnt let them kill him. Said he didnt reckon his parents would have wanted their friends to become murderers, just for that piece of filth. He said he wanted to turn Pettigrew in, instead, to let him serve the rest of his foul life in Azkaban. He... he spared him. Harry spared the murderer of his own mum and dad. I dont really know why. No one could believe it. But since Harrys the only one with a right to decide, Black and Lupin didnt kill Pettigrew, however much they wanted to. Instead, we all got out of there, with the intention of taking Pettigrew back up to the castle so that we could right all the wrongs of the past.
Lupin bound up Rons broken leg with magic and then he and Ron chained themselves to either side of Pettigrew so he couldnt get away. Ron looked dead set. Hes taking Scabbers true identity rather hard.
I dont blame him.
No, me either. Its so awful Scabbers has been with his family for twelve years sleeping in their beds theyve been taking care of that evil Harrys best friends family has been harboring the traitor who killed his own parents oh, I just cant think of it without getting queasy. It couldnt be any more disgusting.
We left the Shrieking Shack Black floated Snape along with us (hed been unconscious since we disarmed him) and on the way out of the tunnel, something wonderfully touching happened. You know how Sirius is Harrys godfather? Well, hes also his guardian. James and Lily wanted him to take Harry, if anything bad should ever happen to them.
And it did.
Yes. But obviously, Sirius wasnt available to honor his obligation. As soon as his name was clear with Harry, however, he stepped right up to the job. He really wanted to take care of Harry. I could hear it in his voice when he invited Harry to come and live with him. And Gwen, you know how Harry despises living the Dursleys; he agreed on the spot and his voice... was barely stable. To live with his parents best friend, after never knowing them to be with his godfather -- thats the next best thing, isnt it? The two of them got all choked up, and so did I. Its so sad, Gwen.
Sad? But it sounds beautiful!
Oh, and it was! While it lasted.... oh, Gwen.
Hermione, what do you mean while it lasted?
Well.... the story has a.... a strange ending, and heres why. When we got out of that Marauders Map tunnel, we hit a full moon night. Professor Lupin hadnt taken his potion, because of all the chaos. And so he turned into a werewolf right off, and we all had to make a break for it.
Oh, no!
Oh, yes. Nothings ever simple for us, Gwen. Ron was chained to Pettigrew, who was chained to Lupin, who was turning into a monster. Sirius transfigured into Padfoot, so he could hold him back. But that wasnt the worst of it. When Lupin transformed, he dropped his wand. Before anybody could think, Pettigrew had picked it up and shot a stunning spell at Ron. Ron dropped to the ground, Pettigrew transfigured into Wormtail, and like the rat he is, he scampered away into the night.
He escaped.
NO!
Now weve no proof of what he did to the Potters.
But Lupin can tell them you can tell them
Nobodys going to believe a werewolf. Nobodys going to listen to Sirius; they think of him as a madman. Nobody listens to children. And Snape was unconscious, so theres no objective witness. Its no good. Black cannot be cleared. Hes as guilty now as he ever was except we know hes innocent. Its absolutely awful. And it didnt end there. Remember I told you how the dementors have permission to perform the Kiss on Black if hes found? To suck out his soul through his mouth?
Please dont tell me.
We heard Padfoot howling behind us. Sirius. We didnt want to leave Ron stunned on the ground he looked awful but we had to help Sirius right away, so we sprinted toward the sound. He was himself again, a man on his knees, surrounded by about a hundred dementors. Harry and I whipped out our wands, and Harry started the incantation hed learned in his anti-dementor lessons with Professor Lupin. "Expecto Patronum!" He said it over and over, and I knew I should have been helping him, but there were so many dementors... my blood froze, my heart went numb, my mind shut down..... and I passed out.
Oh, thank God you lived. Thats horrifying. They were trying to feed on all of you.
Yes, they were. I dont know how Harry stayed on his feet, the dementors are worst for him, because he hears his parents being murdered when they get near him. Yet he stayed conscious when I couldnt all the cleverness and spells Im so good at and I collapsed. The next thing I knew, I was in the hospital wing.
You must spend more time in that hospital wing than any other student at Hogwarts.
I know. I woke up, and knew right where I was. I heard voices. It was Snape and Fudge, standing in the hall, discussing the events of the evening. Only their version was horribly wrong. Harry woke up and I hushed him so we could listen.
They thought that Black had Confunded us with magic. They thought he was still guilty. They were trying to work out what on earth made those dementors back away from him they thought it must have been Dark magic, I guess, because Black wasnt dead.
What? They didnt Kiss him? Why?
Ill explain, it happens later.
How can it happen later when its already happened?
All right, fine then, it happened before, just oh, this is so much harder than I
Just continue, Ill try harder to be patient.
Thanks, Im almost there, Gwen, I promise. The most important thing at that moment was that Black was still alive, but he was imprisoned upstairs, and the dementors were going to be performing the Kiss on him at any moment. He was just having his final words.
Well obviously, Harry and I went berserk claiming that Sirius was innocent and obviously no one would listen to us. Cornelius Fudge just thought wed had a hard night, and so did Madam Pomfrey. Snape brushed us off, saying we were Confunded. But Dumbledore oh, thank the stars for him, Gwen Dumbledore had spoken to Sirius. And probably because hed known him long ago, he believed him. Which meant that he believed us, too.
Even so, there was nothing he could do. The Ministrys given the dementors permission to perform the Kiss upon finding Black, and the dementors dont know any better. Plus, nobodys about to give a retrial to Sirius Black. He killed the Potters, and thats that. His only chance of keeping his soul was to escape from upstairs. But he was guarded by dementors, so there was no escape. Unless.... unless somebody were to change the past. Unless someone could turn back time.
Which I can. Which is not allowed. But every once in awhile, Gwen, Ive learned that the rules are bendable. So, on Dumbledores order, I threw my Time-Turner over Harrys neck so we were both in it together you should have seen his face, Gwen, he looked so confused it was almost funny and then I turned the hourglass three times. Three hours back in time, to the time that we were just heading down to Hagrids.
YOU DID???
It was the weirdest thing wed ever done. And trying to explain it to Harry well, lets just say he was saucer-eyed when I told him that thats how Ive been managing all my classes. (And when I told Ron later on, he was so angry that I hadnt told him, really, he was completely offended. But I promised Id keep it secret! Honestly, what was I supposed to do?) In any case, we lived the whole night over again, only this time we were spectators, and stayed above ground.
And this time, one thing changed. Buckbeak did not die.
We rescued him from Hagrids pumpkin patch once we knew the executioner had seen him there, so that Hagrid wouldnt be punished for setting him free. We abducted a hippogriff, and stole into the Forbidden Forest to wait until Sirius was locked upstairs in the castle. Our plan was to fly Buckbeak up to the window, break Sirius out, and set them both free.
Excellent plan. Hermione, this is.... beyond words, you know.
It was beyond everything. We hid in the forest and watched ourselves get whomped by the Willow. We watched Sirius come up as a dog, and drag poor Ron under the tree. We saw Snape take the Invisibility Cloak and come after us. We saw us all emerge again watched as Lupin turned into a werewolf, and had to stand by as Pettigrew escaped a second time. It was horribly difficult to let that happen again, but we had to. We only had time to save Buckbeak and Sirius, and we had to get through the whole thing without breaking the laws of time we couldnt be seen. There was no way to help ourselves.
And then we got to the part of the night when the dementors had come after us. Ill explain how they were driven back. I passed out before I saw any of this, but Harry told me, while we were waiting with Buckbeak, that someone across the lake had shot an enormous Patronus our way. It was so powerful that it rounded up all the dementors and cast them out. It must have been blinding amazing. And then he said it galloped back across the water to the wizard who had sent it, and he saw the wizard reach out to touch it.
Who? Who was it?
I asked Harry that, and he said.... Gwen, he said he thought it looked like his dad. Like James Potter. It was an odd moment. Very gently I said, "Harry, your dads, well... dead." I dont know how I dared to say it, really, but at this point in our friendship, whats the point of pretending? I felt for Harry, but I knew it couldnt be true. He just nodded. He knew it was insane, but he had seen his father, he was sure of it. He was sure enough to run into the forest at the right time, to the place where the Patronus had come from, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he thought.... had really happened.
I waited and waited, feeling very strange, almost hoping Harry was right, knowing that he wasnt. Finally he came back, pale, looking like hed just seen a ghost. Which, in a way, he had.
It wasnt.... James Potter?
James Potter didnt make the Patronus. He is Harrys Patronus. The wizard who saved us was Harry himself. He was over there, trying to find his father, and then he realized hed seen himself across the lake, (they say he looks exactly like James Potter) and that it was he who had sent the Patronus, from the future to the past. So he shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" and because he knew hed already done it, he was confident that he could produce the giant, silvery force that galloped across the lake and saved our lives.
And you know how a wizards Patronus is always unique? Harrys galloped back to him, and he saw it was a stag. Prongs. His fathers Animagus. He met his father in spirit that nightthe shadow of James Potter came back to save his son. Doesnt that.... doesnt that take your breath away?
If I were still alive, Id be in tears.
Its so beautiful, and so heartbreaking... and such amazingly powerful magic. Thats a first class, fully-fledged Patronus that Harry summoned. It drove back a hundred dementors. Harrys really.... something. Sometimes I dont know what to make of him. Actually, sometimes, he scares me. And I dont know if Ill ever really know him, no matter how close we are, because Ive never been through what hes been through. But that doesnt mean I wouldnt do anything for him, the same as I would for Ron the same as they would for me.
Now Id really be in tears.
Oh, Gwen. Im in tears right now. I have been, on an off, ever since. My friends are everything to me, and weve been through so much. But I try not to get weepy in front of them, because theyre still boys. You know.
Anyway, thats about it. We waited until we knew Sirius had been locked upstairs in the castle, and then we flew Buckbeak up to his window before the dementors could Kiss him. He scrambled to the window looking shocked, but there was no time to explain how wed managed it I did Alohomora on the window lock he clambered onto Buckbeak and we flew to the top tower. Harry and I slid off, and then Sirius rose into the sky, calling back to Harry, "You are truly your fathers son!" I was glad I was there to hear that, and to see Harrys eyes when he heard it. I wished Ron were there. And then Sirius and Buckbeak were gone.
We ran back to the hospital wing just in time to meet Dumbledore. Wed done it. Two innocent lives were safe and we hadnt been seen, so the laws of time were still in tact.
Of course, when Sirius was discovered missing five minutes later, there was an uproar. Snape had an absolute conniption fit when he found out Sirius Black wasnt going to be Kissed. Ive never seen anyone so mad truly mad barking mad, Ron would say. He really did bark, too he howled. He blamed everything on Harry and me. Mostly Harry. And Snapes right, thats the best part of it! Hes right, and he cant prove a thing, because Madam Pomfrey says we were in bed the whole time! And we were.
But you also were
not.I know! Isnt it the best?!
Its better than the best. Youre bright and brave and I just think its wonderful, what you managed the other night. And I think its amazing that you managed this whole year, with your classes and your Time-Turner. At your age, I wasnt nearly so accomplished. I dont know how you keep it all in your head, I really dont.
Neither do I. Harry and I went over it all with Ron about forty times that night. And Ive been going over it ever since. Sirius, Lupin, Pettigrew.... Potter.... Its just too much.
Its a lot to take in.
It is. And its a LOT to write down, Gwen. My hand is killing me. And oh, dear, look at Ginny, shes fallen asleep in the sun. Shell be fried pink if I dont wake her up. She sleeps just like Ron, with her mouth open. Its sweet.
And how do you know how Ron sleeps, exactly?
From the HOSPITAL WING, Gwen!! HONESTLY. Oh my goodness, youre terrible. You made me blush, I can feel it.
Youre my favorite person in the world to tease, do you know that? Wake Ginny, rest your hand, and talk to me tomorrow. I need to mull over everything for awhile.
Believe me, Gwen, I know the feeling.
Thank you for telling me everything.
I always will. Ill come talk to you tomorrow. Im sure theres something Ive left out. But ah thats it for today. Hand cramp.
HQoW
June 9
Hi, Guinevere.
Hello, my dear.
Its Sunday. And theres nothing to do.
Do you know what that means? Nothing to do? Do you have any idea what that feels like, after the year Ive had? Its like... I feel like I just jumped off a mountain and Im falling through the air, completely free. I almost want to go to the library, just because I dont know what to do with myself.
Dont go to the library.
I wont. Ron and Harry already stopped me from reading this morning theyd probably explode if they found me in the library. I had pulled a book out of my stack of things I never got a chance to read this year "An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe", which talks about the other magical schools. I read something about them last year, too, but this book is much better. It gives wonderful details. I was really getting into it.
Thats when Harry disarmed me of the book and tossed it aside. Ron pointed his wand at me and said, "Absolutely not. No way. Youre finished. Outside." I mean, he sounded exactly like my father. I said, "Let me alone, I just want to read I havent had a chance to read for ages!"
Well you should have heard them. Both of them at once.
"You havent had a chance to excuse me WHAT?"
"Youre cracked-- you know that you have to know it."
"All youve done for nine months is read, Hermione!"
"And with that Time-Thing, youve done three times as much as anybody else! I cant BELIEVE you didnt tell me about that thing."
"Read one more page and Ill hex you."
"Read one more page and Ill get Neville to hex you!"
So I went outside. It was a beautiful day. I know Ive read a lot this year all I meant was that I havent had a chance to read for pleasure, but neither of them knows what that is. Anyway, Im glad I went outside. It was getting dull in Gryffindor anyway, listening to everybody moaning about Professor Lupin.
What about Professor Lupin?
You see? I knew Id left something out in my last entry. He resigned, the day after everything happened. That beast Snape told all the Slytherins about him being a werewolf, and he knew all the parents would throw a fit. So he went quietly. I dont know what hell do. Ill miss him so much he was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher ever. Well never have a better one. I just hope that whoever we get next year wont be a Quirrell or a Lockhart. No matter what, theyll never be a Lupin. Maybe it will be a woman. That would be nice. Id love to see what the boys would have to say to that.
So would I. Although it
is too bad that Lupin had to go.Yes. But do you know what almost makes up for it? Hagrid. Hagrid is so wonderfully happy happier than hes been all year. Ever since Buckbeak "escaped", hes just had this big, marvelous grin going underneath his beard. Harry and Ron and I just had to fight back laughter when he told us all about it were the only ones who really know what happened that night. Us, and Dumbledore, Sirius and Lupin.
Its so funny, playing dumb. Im not used to it. Everyone in the whole school has a theory about what happened, and it makes me giggle to hear them guessing. All anyone knows for sure is that the three of us sneaked out and got in trouble, Buckbeak and Sirius escaped, and Lupin resigned.
What do people think happened?
Malfoy thinks Hagrid smuggled Buckbeak out somehow. Hes furious that "that great oaf of a gamekeeper" has outdone him and his father. Id curse him for saying things like that, but its hard to get angry at someone whos so stupid.
Percy Weasley thinks Sirius escape has to do with mismanagement in Magical Law Enforcement. He goes on and on about how hell change the Ministry when he gets in. Fred and George have taken to shooting Pepper Imps at the back of his neck whenever he says anything about it. Its mean of them, I know, but while we were outside today, Percy was talking to Penelope about the Ministry, and Fred sneaked up behind him. And Penelope was really leaning close to Percy and everything? And Fred shot an Imp at Percys neck, and Percy lurched forward and accidentally kissed Penelope in front of everybody! Can you even believe? Ginny and I just died of the giggles. I noticed Harry looked okay with it, but Ron made a vomiting noise. I dont know why he thinks its sick. I dont think its sick. Just, you know.... kind of.... well, truthfully, I think its kind of nice. Some people arent afraid to say they like each other.
Are you?
Gwen, dont. Im not afraid, but... I cant.
All right. So then, what are you going to do with the rest of your free week?
I have no idea. I dont have to get up tomorrow if I dont want to. I dont have to pick up a quill. I dont have to study, or time turn, or.... anything. I think Ill just.... relax awhile.
I must be hearing things. Either that, or someone I dont know has gotten hold of Hermione Grangers diary. Whos there, please?
Youre awful! Im so happy to be done, that I dont care how unlike myself I seem. Im going to play chess with Ron for the first time in a whole year, and thats just perfect. Bye, Gwen.
Goodbye, my dear.
HQoW
June 13
GWEN! GWEN!
Are you all right? Whats the matter?
NOTHING! I GOT BACK MY EXAM MARKS! I PASSED EVERYTHING, I PASSED EVERYTHING, I GOT THE TOP MARKS IN THE CLASS AND EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE PERFECT FOREVER! OH, I COULD DIE OF SHEER RELIEF!
Congratulations, Hermione!!! Well done, my dear! I knew you could do it, thats marvelous, you deserve it! You worked so hard.
So. Hard. So incredibly hard. You know exactly how hard. And I not only passed, Gwen, I passed with almost perfect marks. Better than perfect in some cases. A hundred percent in Transfiguration. (I suppose it didnt matter that my tortoise looked like a turtle after all!) Ninety-eight percent in Arithmancy, ninety-eight in Ancient Runes, a hundred percent in POTIONS!!! (Snape might be a lot of bad things, but he graded me fairly he knew there was nothing he could say about that Confusing Concoction.) A hundred and thirty percent in Charms (and Professor Flitwick wrote me a note saying how impressed he is that I was able to manage everything this year. Isnt that nice?) And Gwen, I got three hundred twenty percent on my Muggle Studies exam.
Three hundred and how is that possible?
Its possible, because I am Muggle-born. Its possible because I know a lot about Muggles. And its led me to a decision. Are you ready?
I dont know.
Too bad! I am turning in my Time-Turner in the morning. I am dropping Muggle Studies. I checked the class schedules next year I can keep Ancient Runes without overlapping any classes. I wont lose sleep, or gain time. Ill have a normal schedule again. What do you think?
What do I think? I think youve made progress with your common sense. Im really quite proud of you.
Well thank you. I dont know if its really common sense, or if its just the idea of another year like this one. Madness. Thats what it was. Absolute panicking madness. Although Im very glad I did it. After all, you never know until you try. Also, if I hadnt had the Time-Turner, Sirius Black would have no soul and Buckbeak would be dead. So there was a reason for everything.
There always is.
And oh, by the way, Harry and Ron passed everything, too, and so did Ginny with her second year exams. Fred and George scraped by on the O.W.L.s, and Percy got top grade N.E.W.T.s, So everybodys fine.
Good.
Well, Im off, Gwen. Its the end of year feast tonight, and Gryffindors winning the House Cup! Mostly because of our spectacular performance in the Quidditch Final. Professor McGonagall gave the team fifty points apiece. Snapes still in a snit about it. Plus now hes completely enraged about the events of last Thursday night. Hes always hated Harry, but the way he looks at him now is... actually scary. I sometimes think hell actually physically hurt him. Thats how much he loathes him. I know it has a lot to do with Harrys father, and I wish Snape would grow up and get over it.
Well!
Well? Its true. And now I get to go and look at him squirm while our house takes the Cup for the third year in a row. Hurrah, Gryffindor! Im thoroughly pleased. Except.....
Yes?
Well, I dont want to go home tomorrow.
Ah. Of course not.
Just when Im starting to enjoy myself, I get dragged off. I have to go home and miss my friends all summer, and think about everything, and not be able to tell my parents because theyd never understand, and not use magic, and just be a Muggle. I cant wait for the day when I can be a witch all year round.
Soon. Four more years.
That seems like FOREVER.
But it isnt. Enjoy this while you can. Hang on to it. Go to the feast, and celebrate, and come talk to me tomorrow if youre sad.
You know I will. See you soon, Gwen.
HQoW
June 14
Hi Gwen!! Youll never believe what just happened.
Where are you? At home?
On the Hogwarts Express. Weve just been sitting here talking about everything I told them I dropped another class (shock, surprise, you should have seen them,) Ron was yelling at me for not telling him about the Time-Turner, Harry was being depressed about going back to the Dursleys. And then Ron tried to cheer him up by inviting him to the Quidditch World Cup this summer, if his dad can get tickets, which did make him feel a bit better... but then something even better happened. Something fluttered by the window.
A tiny owl. With a letter. From Sirius!!!
Really? What did it say?
He and Buckbeak are in hiding hes going to let some Muggles glimpse him far from the castle so that the security will be lifted on Hogwarts next year. He gave Harry permission to go to Hogsmeade next year he can do that, since hes Harrys guardian!
Wonderful!
I mean, not that Harry needs it, with the Marauders Map (Lupin gave it back) and the Invisibility Cloak, but itll be nice for him just to walk down the high street with us like a normal person instead of sneaking up through the underground.
Certainly.
And Sirius is so nice, he said Ron can keep the little tiny owl, since its his fault Ron no longer has a rat! As if its his fault Scabbers was really Pettigrew but still, isnt that nice? And do you know what Ron did??
I feel quite sure youre going to tell me.
He held out the owl for Crookshanks to sniff
. And he said, "What dyou reckon? Definitely an owl?" And Crookshanks just purred like the perfect, smart, precious kitty that he is. So Ron has an owl! And he gets along with my cat! Isnt that marvelous? Finally, he sees that Crookshanks is amazing. Its about time.Oh, Hermione, you
do make me laugh.But thats not even the best part. The best, best, BEST part? Do you want to know? Im just dying of the I-told-you-sos. I really am.
What on earth happened?
Sirius wrote that it was HE WHO SENT THE FIREBOLT!!!! Hah! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! So there, I was right, and I TOLD THEM SO! All that silent treatment for nothing. I tried to hold it in. At first I just said, "Ha! See, I told you it was from him!" And Ron said, "Yes, but he hadnt jinxed it had he?" And then I tried really hard not to say anything else, but I just could NOT let Ron have the last word on this one, not after the two months of silent treatment, no thank you, absolutely NOT.
Oh, dear.
No, I was perfectly reasonable. We lapsed into silence after Harry finished the letter. He just wanted to read it over and over again, he was so happy to be in touch with his godfather. And then after about fifteen minutes, I made a little sound over toward Ron, like "Hmph!" Ron looked over.
"Whats that for?"
"Oh.... nothing."
"No, whats that noise?"
"Well, I was just thinking":
"Thats not good."
"Hush. I was just thinking... about that Firebolt. And about, well, you know. Scabbers."
Ron sat straight up, crossed his arms, and turned around to face me, with his chess look on his face.
"Yeah?"
"I just have some observations."
"Such as?"
"Well, lets review the year, shall we? First you were hateful to me about the Firebolt. Not that Im still mad, because Im really not but I was right about that wasnt I Sirius Black did send it. And then you wouldnt speak to me because I wouldnt admit that Crookshanks hadnt eaten Scabbers. But I was right about that, too. Crookshanks never ate anybody. Scabbers was alive all the time."
Harry laughed, and said, "Spot on with those predictions, werent you? Too bad you dropped out of Divination Trelawneyd be so proud. "
But Ron just sat back. "Lets review again," he said. "First you thought the broom was cursed. And I didnt. And it wasnt. There was nothing wrong with that Firebolt, was there? So you were dead wrong, got that? And then I kept telling you there was something funny about your cat, and hes an odd one all right he was working with Sirius Black, and trying to get at Scabbers so I was right! Aha! Admit it!"
Great heavens.
I know! Isnt he just insufferable?
Oh, thats not what I meant. Im just amazed by the pair of you. You two deserve one another.
Wh what?! We dont... Gwen you cant say things like that....
Fine, fine. Just trying to make it easier for you to talk to me. Now, go on, enjoy your last hour on the train.
I will. Im going to go find Ginny. Harrys busy with his letter, and Rons.... oh my..... Gwen..... youll never believe.... hes got his journal out and hes writing in it. The one I gave him at Christmas.
No. Thats impossible.
I... I know.... and yet its actually happening. I think Ill faint. Im going to find Ginny. Shell.... appreciate how weird this is.
All right. Go find Ginny. Talk to me soon.
I will. Bye.
HQoW
Gwen? Dont talk.
I said goodbye to all of them. Harry said goodbye first, and had to go off with his Uncle Vernon. I think hell have a better summer, now that hes got a convicted felon for a godfather. I doubt the Dursleys will try and bother him now, even if he did blow up his Aunt Marge last summer. They wont want to anger Sirius. Ill miss Harry. We both promised to write, and this summer maybe hell even be allowed to keep that promise.
Then I saw my parents coming, so I had to say goodbye to the Weasleys Mrs. Weasley was there and she gave me a big hug, and then I hugged Ginny, and then I well, I was about to hug Ron, and then I stopped. I dont know why I stopped. I just felt like if I hugged him, it would be.... too important. Does that make sense?
Can I talk?
No. So I didnt. I just sort of waved a half-wave and said, ""Bye. Write to me." And he said "Yeah, all right." And then I turned to go, and he said, "Wait, Hermione, er if my dad gets extra tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, would you want to come? I mean, I know its Quidditch and all, so if you think youll be bored, then--"
"No, I wouldnt be bored, I want to come!" I said. And I felt.... all..... fluttery.
So hes going to tell me when it is and everything, and then if theres an extra ticket, Im going to go. I know it isnt anything. But it is. Isnt it?
Can I talk?
No. So anyway, thats all. Ginny looked at me from behind Ron and I think... I think she knows. She smiled at me in a funny way, and gestured like she had a pen and paper, like "Write me about this."
Now Im in my parents car, and I just.... well its not.... what do I do?
Can I talk?
No. Gwen, its not that I dont think you have something to say. Its just that I want the words to be my own right now. And Im scared. I dont know what to think or do. I have to be normal. I just have to be.... normal. Nothing can be any different. Its all going to be perfectly all right. Im not going to be a girl. Im not. I just wont let myself. Because hes not... he doesnt.... and Im not if he wont.
Im glad its summer. I need to be far away from Hogwarts for awhile. I have some things to figure out.
Hermione
No, Gwen
Please? I wont say anything, really, you can let me talk just wanted to say that I know what youre going through. I do, I swear it. And I think youre doing very, very well about it.
Honestly?
Yes.
Youd say, if I was doing something stupid?
Yes.
You promise?
Cross my heart.
Well. Okay then.
I need to breathe a minute. I think Ill just go and.... watch England go by for a little bit. Talk to Mum and Dad about my classes theyre really proud of my grades, and Dads especially proud that I "learned about my limits" and let go of a couple of classes. He says that now Im smarter than Mum will ever be, and she laughed and swatted him. Theyre so wonderful that theyre almost perfect. The only thing they need to do is let me shrink my teeth. Then theyll be the absolute perfect Muggle parents. Im going to work on them about it this summer. I know I can get them to give in. Ill do research. Ill build a case, like I did for Buckbeak. Ive got practice at these sorts of things.
First, though.... first.... I think Id like to write Ginny.
Good idea. See you soon, Hermione.
Bye, Gwen.
Fin
A/N: For those of you who would like to know what Ron wrote when he finally realized that his Never-Ending Notebook was meant to be a journal, please see the story entitled "Ron Rants". As I continue with the diary of book four, Ron will be ranting fairly often (how else was I supposed to get into his head and hear his thoughts on good old Vicky?) Ill post his corresponding prat-like thoughts at the same time that I post the HQoW entries. Hope you enjoy!