June 13, 2066
The library is crowded this evening, probably because exams are tomorrow. I have my Charms examination tomorrow morning, and I need to figure out how to do a Cheering Charm properly. I frantically pull books down from the shelves, looking for something that could help me. A small black book falls out from the pages of "Charms and How Not to Abuse Them." There's a gold ribbon hanging from the middle of it. I'm mildly curious, so I put down the book I'm holding and pick up the journal. I open to the first page. It says:
"This book is the property of the Muggle-Born oddity. Do not enter. Private," in fading black ink. Muggle born oddity? What could that mean? I turn the page and read,
"Dear Diary,
Today was the first day of what could be my last year at Hogwarts. Mum and Dad are worried about me. They say I never come home for holidays. I don't have any siblngs, so they say that they're getting lonely. I don't blame them, but Hogwarts is my home. I belong here more than I belong in that stupid Muggle village.
Life carries on as usual. Friends are few, or should I say two. I'm not very popular, people still think I'm a know-it-all. I don't blame them. I'm the only fourth year who has memorized Hogwarts: A History." Something twinges in the back of my brain, but it's still not clicking.
I wish I had a sister. My only friends are boys. Ginny Weasley comes close, but I don't see enough of her. Harry teases that we could become sisters, but I ignore him." My brain finally seizes on it. Ginny Weasley. Harry... it must be Harry Potter! Only friends are boys... I flip to the beginning of the journal again and see a date:
September, 1994. I gasp. My idol! I'm holding my idol's journal! I keep reading:
Anyway, I wish..." The entry ends there, and I quickly flip to the next page.
"Dear Diary,
I met Viktor Krum today. He's not very nice, he doesn't talk much. Best friends aren't speaking, I can only talk to one at a time." The entries continue through the author's years at Hogwarts, and then there's one blank page. At the top of the next it says:
"Dear Diary,
I cannot believe I haven't written in so long! I'm married, have two kids, and am about to turn 70 years old! Hugo and Rose are so- that's when I stop reading. My hands are trembling. Hugo? Rose? Hugo is my dad and Rose is my aunt! I'm my idol's granddaughter! Hermione Granger's granddaughter!
The library is crowded this evening, probably because exams are tomorrow. I have my Charms examination tomorrow morning, and I need to figure out how to do a Cheering Charm properly. I frantically pull books down from the shelves, looking for something that could help me. A small black book falls out from the pages of "Charms and How Not to Abuse Them." There's a gold ribbon hanging from the middle of it. I'm mildly curious, so I put down the book I'm holding and pick up the journal. I open to the first page. It says:
"This book is the property of the Muggle-Born oddity. Do not enter. Private," in fading black ink. Muggle born oddity? What could that mean? I turn the page and read,
"Dear Diary,
Today was the first day of what could be my last year at Hogwarts. Mum and Dad are worried about me. They say I never come home for holidays. I don't have any siblngs, so they say that they're getting lonely. I don't blame them, but Hogwarts is my home. I belong here more than I belong in that stupid Muggle village.
Life carries on as usual. Friends are few, or should I say two. I'm not very popular, people still think I'm a know-it-all. I don't blame them. I'm the only fourth year who has memorized Hogwarts: A History." Something twinges in the back of my brain, but it's still not clicking.
I wish I had a sister. My only friends are boys. Ginny Weasley comes close, but I don't see enough of her. Harry teases that we could become sisters, but I ignore him." My brain finally seizes on it. Ginny Weasley. Harry... it must be Harry Potter! Only friends are boys... I flip to the beginning of the journal again and see a date:
September, 1994. I gasp. My idol! I'm holding my idol's journal! I keep reading:
Anyway, I wish..." The entry ends there, and I quickly flip to the next page.
"Dear Diary,
I met Viktor Krum today. He's not very nice, he doesn't talk much. Best friends aren't speaking, I can only talk to one at a time." The entries continue through the author's years at Hogwarts, and then there's one blank page. At the top of the next it says:
"Dear Diary,
I cannot believe I haven't written in so long! I'm married, have two kids, and am about to turn 70 years old! Hugo and Rose are so- that's when I stop reading. My hands are trembling. Hugo? Rose? Hugo is my dad and Rose is my aunt! I'm my idol's granddaughter! Hermione Granger's granddaughter!
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