Hermione's Diary
written by Emma Jean Granger
This is the diary of Hermione Granger. Diary entries will be added every now and then, to tell you of Hermione's journey at Hogwarts with her friends. To her, classes and books are the highlight of this incredible experience. But, obviously, friends are worth a lot too! Follow Hermione as she goes through Hogwarts every day, talking to her friends, going on adventures, and much more! She is currently in her 3rd year (hope that explains why the dates are in 2016)!
Last Updated
05/31/21
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1 September, 2016
Chapter 1
Dear Diary,
I admit, I've been nervous, but this is too great an experience to even think about missing! Not like I was thinking of quitting for the sake of school... oh, really, must I tell you everything?! I suppose I should stop getting so angry, after all, I don't think any benefits will come out of it. The girls sitting on the seat across from me here on the Hogwarts Express are quite chatty. All I hear is, "Oh my goodness, Evelyn! Tom said..." or "Evelyn, you said what about Tom?! Merlin's beard!" Teenage chatter is so boring! Luckily, I have better things to do than listen to them. I quickly put on my robes and look at the buck-toothed boy sitting across from me. He looks nervous as ever. Then I notice the toad in his hand slip away, and I tell him so. He frantically searches around, and so do I, until we are sure he's gone out of our compartment. I'm in need of something to do, so I search the train. And guess who I see in the seat in front of us? Harry Potter himself! He's sitting with a boy who has very noticeable flaming red hair - and a bit of dirt on his nose. The boy tries to do a spell on his rat which definitely is a fake, but it seems like his brothers have convinced him it's real. It doesn't work, as expected. I get up to leave,
"You must be Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" I ask the red haired boy.
"Ron Weasley," he says through a mouth full of what looks like salt water taffy.
"Pleasure," I say. I want to mention that he's being disrespectful by talking with his mouth full, but I decide not to. He seems like one of those boys who just won't listen. I hear a girl snicker at my bushy hair, but thankfully no one else notices. I tuck a strand of hair back, but I know a difference isn't made. It was worth a shot anyway. Finally, the train comes to a stop after a while, and we all get down. A very tall human (if it's possible to call him that) stands there, holding a lantern. He's yelling, "First years, this way!" so I walk to him. Harry seems to know him already, and I wonder how. Okay, I've got to go, sorry! We're getting on the boats!
Love,
Hermione
I admit, I've been nervous, but this is too great an experience to even think about missing! Not like I was thinking of quitting for the sake of school... oh, really, must I tell you everything?! I suppose I should stop getting so angry, after all, I don't think any benefits will come out of it. The girls sitting on the seat across from me here on the Hogwarts Express are quite chatty. All I hear is, "Oh my goodness, Evelyn! Tom said..." or "Evelyn, you said what about Tom?! Merlin's beard!" Teenage chatter is so boring! Luckily, I have better things to do than listen to them. I quickly put on my robes and look at the buck-toothed boy sitting across from me. He looks nervous as ever. Then I notice the toad in his hand slip away, and I tell him so. He frantically searches around, and so do I, until we are sure he's gone out of our compartment. I'm in need of something to do, so I search the train. And guess who I see in the seat in front of us? Harry Potter himself! He's sitting with a boy who has very noticeable flaming red hair - and a bit of dirt on his nose. The boy tries to do a spell on his rat which definitely is a fake, but it seems like his brothers have convinced him it's real. It doesn't work, as expected. I get up to leave,
"You must be Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" I ask the red haired boy.
"Ron Weasley," he says through a mouth full of what looks like salt water taffy.
"Pleasure," I say. I want to mention that he's being disrespectful by talking with his mouth full, but I decide not to. He seems like one of those boys who just won't listen. I hear a girl snicker at my bushy hair, but thankfully no one else notices. I tuck a strand of hair back, but I know a difference isn't made. It was worth a shot anyway. Finally, the train comes to a stop after a while, and we all get down. A very tall human (if it's possible to call him that) stands there, holding a lantern. He's yelling, "First years, this way!" so I walk to him. Harry seems to know him already, and I wonder how. Okay, I've got to go, sorry! We're getting on the boats!
Love,
Hermione
