Diarys and Dreams

31^st December

Hello. My name is Hermione Granger. I am nineteen years old, and I work at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as Headmistress. I also have my own chat show on WWN. When I was sixteen, my best friend was killed, and my other best friend's soul died. His soul died, but his empty, loving eyes always told you that he was and is still there for you. Ronald Weasley was a loving man. His girlfriend was ripped apart when Voldemort killed him, one month before they were to be married. Ron's fiancée was not the only one destroyed by Ron's death. Harry Potter, who lived through this ordeal, refused to believe that his best friend was dead. He searched for Ron with the hollow eyes you see him with now. Everyone annoys Harry with 'Congratulations,' but that isn't what he wants. The only thing he wants is Ron.

I suspect that there was some romance there, but no one was ever sure. They lived life as they always had, but I noticed there was a slight change in their relationship towards the end. When I tried to explain my theory to Lavender Brown, she laughed and told me to stop being so stupid. I told her I wasn't and Ron was in danger. She laughed even harder. At Ron's funeral, she cried the hardest. I guess she should have listened to me. Every single student that went to school with Ron, Harry, and me were present. Even Pansy Parkinson cried, but Draco Malfoy showed little emotion. Draco and I live together, now. His relationship with Harry at Hogwarts has changed. They both know how much it means to me. They also know that I could kill them without using an Unforgivable Curse. I must go to bed now, as it is late. I do not feel like celebrating. I will take a sleeping potion.

Hermione Granger

P.S. - When I am not dealing with troublesome students, I am thinking of a way to bring back the dead and heal the wounded. It is not an easy task, even for me. I have recently been named the cleverest witch in the world, and at nineteen, I feel that I have a lifetime's achievement. I have achieved my goal, but have set a new one. To find a way to make Harry Potter's soul live again.

Hermione's dream #1

'Come on, Hermione, we'll be late!' a red-faced Ron Weasley shouted up the stairs. 'Honestly, I don't know what you're doing, and I don't care if you're in your underwear, you've got to come down!'

There was silence.

Ron barged up the stairs, and into Hermione's room and started shouting at her, only-

'Bloody hell! Harry! She's gone!'

'She's what?' asked Harry, bounding up the stairs.

'She's gone. Hermione left through the window. Left us a note, though,' Ron replied, picking up a piece of paper that read:

Dear Ron and Harry,

I had to leave; or else I would have been late for a conference. I know it was supposed to be at a later date, but I received an owl saying that it had been moved up. I am very sorry and I hope I haven't caused too much trouble,

Love,

Hermione

'The note's properly punctuated, too,' Harry remarked, looking at the note over Ron's shoulder. 'Oh, well. Mustn't grumble.'

'What?' exclaimed Ron. 'Mustn't grumble? What on earth are you talking about? I think you've gone delusional, Harry.'

* * *

Meanwhile, not so far away...

'Oh, come on!'

'It's all right for you, Oliver. You're the England Quidditch captain. You're in good health,' Hermione gasped. 'I, on the other hand, refuse to get on a broom.'

'Hermione, it's not that bad riding a broom. In fact, it's the best thing in the world. Now come on. We'll be late.' Hermione followed him reluctantly over the crest of the hill they had been walking up.

'It's beautiful!' she exclaimed.

'I know. This way,' and he led her off into a small wood, where there was a tractor tyre. 'Put your finger on this.'

Hermione did as she was told, and felt a slight jerk beneath her neck, as she touched the Portkey.

* * *

Later that day...

'Oh, Sweet Jesus in a handbasket! There you are Hermione!'

'Didn't I leave a note?' she asked, looking puzzled.

'Oh, you left the note all right. How did you get out?'

'Ha! That's for me to know, and for you to find out,' she said looking between the two of them. 'Madame Hooch has been injured. Flew into a Muggle Radio tower. She can't teach or referee.'

'Oh. Who's teaching?' Harry called after her, 'Oi! Hermione!'

'You'll see,' she shouted back over her shoulder.

* * *

One week later...

Hermione ran towards the Quidditch stadium, her long black robes billowing out behind her in the early September breeze. It was Gryffindors first Quidditch training session of the season, and Oliver had said that he would be there. She ran through the gates to find Harry drilling the team and Oliver hovering about 20 feet in the air behind him. Oliver's face lit up when he saw Hermione, and she pointed to the stands. He flew down to the stands and sat beside the brunette.

'I've missed you,' Oliver said to her, his voice full of emotion.

'I've missed you too,' she replied and embraced him. He returned the hug and the pair of them sat down to watch.

'To get the idea of what everyone's doing, I have to go to every single practice. That means getting up at three in the morning to get everything out for the players. I don't mind though.'

Hermione just smiled inwardly, and let his voice wash over her.

The positions were almost as they had been since Oliver left, and the Weasley twins were in their seventh and final year at Hogwarts.

'You know, I think Harry made the right choice of putting Ron as the Keeper,' Oliver commented suddenly.

The team was as follows:

Beaters: Fred and George Weasley

Seeker: Harry Potter (Team Captain)

Chasers: Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet

Keeper: Ron Weasley

After practice, Hermione left Oliver to find Harry and Ron. The two boys were talking animatedly as they came out of the Gryffindor showers. As soon as they saw Hermione, they quieted down, and finished their conversation rather rapidly.

* * *

One year later...

'...And finally the Gryffindor Quidditch team is as follows - Keeper: Ron Weasley. Seeker: Harry Potter. Chasers: Sarah Buxton, Natasha Hill and Lottie Thompson and the Beaters: Carl Turner and Luke Cathcart. Team Captain, of course is Harry Potter, so if you wish to know more, he's the man to ask. That is all,' Professor McGonagall finished.

'Well done, Seb!'

'That's great, Luke!'

'Good on ya, Tash!'

'Nice one Carl!'

'All right, Lottie!' Other various exclamations were made in awe of the new players.

Unnoticed in the commotion, Jamie Knowles, a second year slipped out of the common room.

'Right. We all know what to do, right?'

'Yes.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes!'

'Then let's go!' Harry psyched up the team before the first match of the season, which was against Hufflepuff. He was sure that Gryffindor was going to win.

Halfway through the game, Harry felt a familiar creeping cold sweep over him. He heard his parent's voices and knew what the coldness came from.

'EXPECTO PATRONUM!' he shouted. Both Quidditch teams flew to the ground as Dementors swept into the stadium. A deathly quiet hung over them all.

Ron and Hermione ran towards the pitch as the Dementors came closer to the Gryffindor team. Harry tried to keep hold of his happiest memory - Sirius' name being cleared. His superior skills had proved that Peter was alive and kicking, so to speak.

The Dementors came closer...

* * *

Hermione woke up with a start, breathing raggedly. She knew the rest of the story. She reached out and grabbed another draught of Sleeping Potion. She fell asleep very quickly.

Hermione's Dream #2

Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked into the middle of a forest, a look of dread on each face. Suddenly, out from behind a tree, there was Lucius Malfoy, his wand pointing at them.

'Expelliarmus!' he shouted, and all three wands flew into his hands.

'Malfoy, if I didn't know better,' Hermione started, 'I'd say your son was behind there as well.'

Draco Malfoy peered out from behind a tree and calmed any shocked screams by mouthing a plan to them. His head disappeared behind the tree again.

'No, unfortunately, Draco isn't with us tonight. He has some homework to do,' Lucius stated.

'They don't have any homework,' said Ron, 'or at least, that's not what Blaise said.

'Zabini?' Harry asked in surprise, What have you been doing, hanging out with her?'

'She's been helping me. Hermione gets all uptight whenever we say that we need help, and I've been falling behind in my Transfiguration coursework...'

'So Zabini was told to help you.' Hermione finished.

'Not exactly. She heard that I needed some help and offered if you must know' Ron said, his ears beginning to blend in with his hair.

'Why didn't yo-'

'Much as I hate to break into your little lover's tiff, Lord Voldemort is waiting,' Lucius interrupted and began to turn around when -

'Expelliarmus!' shouted Draco, and the four wands flew into his hands. He broke his father's and threw the others back to their respective owners.

'Goddamn you. How can you be my son? My son would never do this,' Lucius hissed, his eyes becoming snake-like, as he looked at his son, 'How could you? How DARE you?'

'Con facilidad, padre,' Draco replied, showing off his Spanish. (With ease, father) Lucius turned and disapparated at the look in his son's eyes. Without a wand, he was powerless.

'Tu peut parler en Español?' asked Hermione in French. (You speak Spanish!?)

'Ja!' he replied in German. (Yes!)

'Can you try to keep to English, please?' asked Harry, a confused look on his face.

'Nein,' replied Hermione. (No.)

'Non,' Draco replied at the same time, they looked at each other, and then broke out into hysterics. They stopped suddenly when they looked around the forest. Carl and Luke, the two Beaters from the Gryffindor Quidditch team, stumbled out from behind the trees.

'We decided to see where you were going so late in the night,' they muttered, blushing. The original group shrugged, and then stiffened as a shape formed in front of them.

Lord Voldemort was standing there, in his expensive robes, with a party of nineteen Death Eaters and his snake, Nagini.

They formed a battlefield. Voldemort was standing with Nagini by his side and three Death Eaters behind him. The other Death Eaters tried to block the others from Voldemort. Hermione was blocked by two of them, Carl by three, Luke by four, Jamie by four, and Ron by the other three. Hermione severely hurt the two that were blocking her, with a severing charm. Gotta hurt, Harry thought as he jumped out of the way of a curse. The Death Eaters were moving in towards Luke. Hermione ran over and helped Luke defeat the Death Eaters. Then the pair set about helping Draco, who, as they got tere, finished Voldemort's followers with some sort of Black Magic.

'Don't say I didn't learn anything from my father' he said, 'but don't tell anyone I used it either.'

Carl was having difficulty. Being the youngest, he knew fewer curses, but with a swift flick of his wand, and a mutter to the winds, the Death Eaters turned into plants, and with another careless swish, and another mutter, they shrivelled up, and disintegrated. Ron was able to defeat one of the Death Eaters, but the other didn't seem to want to give up. Separated by the debris, the others were only able to watch.

'AVADA KEDAVRA!' was the cry that would kill. Ron went flying back into the Avada Kedavra that had been flying towards Harry, because of one particularly nasty spell from the last Death Eater that was bothering him. He fell to the floor.

'AVADA KEDAVRA,' was the unanimous cry from all. The five all shouted at the same time, but Luke's and Carl's were a bit slower. Voldemort flew backwards with such force that he took a Death Eater with him. By the time they slammed into a large tree, both were dead. Luke and Carl's knocked out the two remaining Death Eaters.

Harry climbed over the debris, his lithe body jumping from rock to rock, stump to stump and earth to earth. The tears in his eyes were visible, and his mind was clearly readable. Why him? Why not me? Why did he have to be the one? Why are we even here?

'Sometimes the best questions are the unanswered ones,' Hermione said wisely, tears also shining in her eyes as Harry began to walk with them into the woods, where a portkey was.

* * *

'Hermione! Hermione! HERMIONE!' Draco shouted.

'Wha-?'

'You were screaming. What's the matter?'

'Una pesadilla.' she replied, starting to cry. (Bad dream.)

'Was it that dream?' he asked, a really worried look in his face.

'Yes,' Hermione sobbed into his shirt.

January 2003

I had the most devastating dream the other night. I think I'd best keep it to myself, but I think I've found a way to revive Harry's soul. I won't tell you the dream. It might upset you. I think I'll go and find Harry. Or Draco. Hey, maybe even Cho! (She's with Harry) She might know. I know. I'll go and see Carl. He'll know. In the battle, he proved himself. I've got to go. Write soon!

Hermione Granger

The End