The Secret Diary
of Hermione Granger
Based on "Harry Potter
and the Prisoner of Azkaban"
by J.K. Rowling
Disclaimer: Itís all JKRís,
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.
Iím in a bad mood.
And why is that?
Well, Ron said something mean. But it isnít
Arenít you going to tell me?
Well, if you must know, itís Divination
class. All my other classes were perfect- I donít 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.
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 Trelawneyís 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 wasnít
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 couldnít
bring myself to take it seriously.
Thatís when Professor Trelawney picked up Harryís
cup, and started reading the symbols. Ron hadnít 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
Gwen, Iíve 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 didnít really believe it. Neither did Harry and Ron- they were
both looking at me like they didnít recognize me. But I knew I was right,
Gwen. Trelawney wasnít making a prediction, she was stating a given. We learned
all about givens in Arithmancy today- theyíre 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 sheíd seen the omen of death in Harryís tea leaves.
Sheíd seen the Grim. Everybody was horrified. Except for me. I walked around
behind her, looked in the cup, and said, "I donít 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." Thatís not trueóI do too! I can feel things if I
want. I just donít see death omens in a bunch of wet spices, so pardon me. I
donít care. I donít like her. Professor McGonagall doesnít either- she said
that Trelawney predicts the death of a student every single year and none of
them ever die, so I donít 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 Ronís all worried
about him- he thinks Trelawneyís Ďpredictioní is the truth. I think it
was just a stray dog. Goodness, thatís all a Grim is, anyway- a big, black dog.
If thatís the omen of death, I should be dead a hundred times. Who hasnít seen
a big, black dog? But Ron was all tied up in knots about it- I suppose itís
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 didnít
have the right aura! You just donít like being bad at something for a change!"
Weíre not speaking. Iím not bad at anything.
Weíre just sitting up here in Gryffindor, side
by side, ignoring each other and trying to concentrate on our homework. I have
to stop writing, Iíve got so much to do. But I canít think straight when things
are like this. It didnít help that Crookshanks was down here a second agoó he
was just walking around, but Ron gave me a Look. I didnít 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 heíd 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 heíd gotten himself killed. Hagrid had us working
with the hippogriffs- giant, eagle-headed horses with huge wings and sharp talons.
Theyíre rather fearsome. Youíre 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 mustnít be very difficult to work with after
all. And then he said something very stupid to Buckbeak- "Youíre not dangerous,
are you? Are you, you ugly brute?" That idiot insulted a hippogriff.
In a flash, Buckbeak had lashed out and sliced
Malfoyís arm wide open. Malfoy fell down, bleeding, and started to holler that
heíd 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 Hagridís first class, especially because Malfoy
and his father both hate Hagrid, and I just know theyíll try and bring charges
against him. But why didnít Malfoy listen? Hagrid told us flat out not to insult
the hippogriffs- everybody else heard him- weíve got a whole class of
Gryffindor witnesses, if the Slytherins wonít tell the truth.
Thatís why Iím so worried. I donít want Hagrid
to be fired. The only thing Iíve said to Ron all day is "They wouldnít
fire him, would they?" And the only thing heís said to me is, "Theyíd
Oh, Gwen-- Harryís just noticed thereís a light
on in Hagridís window, and Ron wants to go down and visit him. I guess they
canít concentrate on their homework, either. I do want to check on Hagrid....
but Harryís not supposed to go wandering around at night because of Sirius Black,
so I donít thinkó
"Iím allowed to walk across the grounds,"
Harry just said to me. I swear, I donít believe in Divination, but Gwen, sometimes
we three can read each otherís minds. But I donít want to go with Ron, he never
said he was sorry.
Although, he must be talking to me again! "Arenít
you going to come, Hermione? Here, Iíll do that." Now heís helping me stack
up all my books
seem to read your mind. Thatís something like a reasonable apology.
Yesó oh, Iím glad weíre not going to be mad
with each otheróIím glad weíve got Hagrid to think about. I guess weíre going
down to the cabin. Iíll tell you later how it goes. ĎBye.
Hagrid wasnít doing very well when we got down
there, poor thing. He was very drunk, and fairly sure heíd be fired first thing
this morning, (so far, though, he hasnít been.) Harry and Ron said theyíd 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. Heís so disappointed about his first lesson. Itís awful to see Hagrid
upset. But he stopped being upset and got angry a moment later, once
heíd 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.
Itís all Malfoyís fault. Drat Malfoy.
He wasnít in any classes today; heís faking that his armís still ruined. As
if Madam Pomfrey canít mend a babyish little cut like his in two seconds. Pansy
Parkinson wonít 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." Itís enough to make me stop eating, it
Iím not mad about Divination anymore, though,
Good. What happened?
Oh, nothing. Itís just I donít have time to
be worried about whether Iím any good at telling fortunes. Iíve got six other
classesí homework ahead of me tonight, and Iíd better get started. See you.
Finally, a Saturday!
Difficult week, was it?
Not at all difficult, just very full. Iíve
been looking forward to a free day so I can catch up on my studies and tell
you all thatís happened.
First off, let me tell you how amazing
this Time-Turner is. I flip the hourglass, and itís like time dissolves, and
Iím flying backwards really, really fast- and then Iím an hour back in time!
All I have to do is consult my chart to confirm that Iím off to the right class,
and be sure Iíve got all the right books in my bag every morning so I donít
make myself late. Itís easy! My bag is taking a beating, though. I canít 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 Ronís 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 Iíd just been
at the top- itís confusing. Anyway, Ron noticed. Heís already said several little
things about my schedule, and asks me questions every day about how Iím getting
to all my classes. And then, as he was holding my books, he saw that I was carrying
about seven that I couldnít be using that day. Well, of course I was
using them, but he didnít see how that was possible. I wish heíd quit asking
about it- itís hard to ignore him.
Heíll get tired of asking after
awhile. Hermione, Iím reminding you; what happened in your Potions class?
Nothing good. Malfoyís 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 fatherís 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 Blackó a Muggle woman sighted him nearby
to Hogwarts, Gwen! And Malfoy was saying that if he were Harry, heíd be out
looking for Black, he wouldnít be such a coward as to stay in school- heíd want
revenge. I donít know what heís talking about. Black hasnít done anything
to Harry... yet. Ron said heís probably just trying to make Harry do something
stupid, and I agree. Itís so unfair that Snape wonít shut Malfoy up.
If any of us Gryffindors were to taunt the Slytherins like that, weíd all be
Speaking of which, I lost five points.
What did you do?
Me? I never do anything. Snapeís 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, heíd 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 Nevilleís 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 Iíd assisted without permission. Beastly, horrible teacher.
But oh, Gwen! Guess whoís not horrible- guess
whoís 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 heís talking about- his class is everybodyís
favorite already, and weíve 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 couldnít have
put it any better himself, and he gave me five points, so Iíve come out
even! I like him.
I donít like him, like him. Honestly,
Gwen, heís a teacher.
Well, itís happened before,
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 donít know what I fear most, just like I didnít know what I thought Iíd 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 donít know. Anyway, watching everybody else fight
it was really exciting!
Nevilleís 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 Nevilleís grandmotherís clothes.
The whole class went mad with laughter. Iím
sure you can imagine- it was so gratifying- Snape in a dress with a big
red handbag! Oh, I still havenít recovered. The whole school knows about
it, itís 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 bansheeófor
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-- Iíll never tease him about spiders again--
I canít believe he didnít lose his mind surrounded by those things. For a second,
even though it was really only a boggart, Ron froze up and I didnít know if
heíd manage it. But then he whipped out his wand and yelled, "Riddikulus!"
and he made all the spiderís legs fell offóoh, I was so proud of him! Iíll 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. Iíll bet I know why. Iíll bet he was scared that Harryís boggart would
be Lord Voldemort, and he didnít want the whole class to die of fright.
Hereís what I donít know, though- I donít know
what Professor Lupinís 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 sheís just all
hung up on that Divination class. I thought it looked more like the moon, but
it canít be that, because the moon isnít scary. Anyway, it doesnít matter. It
was an incredible class. Weíre doing Red Caps next week, and Iím so excited!
And speaking of Red Caps, Iíd betteró
Youíd better go and study.
You see? I can read your mind, just like Harry and Ron. Tell Professor Trelawney
youíve got a psychic diary, the next time youíre in Divination.
What, and have her make that our next lesson?
"Class, today, weíre going to divine what Hermioneís written in her diary,
using the very trustworthy system of dropping sticks on the floor. If the sticks
fall facing the window, then sheís written something nice about her cat. If
the sticks fall in a cross, then sheís written something nasty about you."
Youíre too much. Go study.
Thanks, Gwen. See you soon.
Hi, Gwen! Iím 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, "Whoís that? Sheís new." And
then I thought, "Thatís 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. Heís 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!
I thought youíd 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.
But first, I need to go help Neville before
he burns his face off with that Peeling Potion heís trying to work out. Oooh-
I need to go NOW. ĎBye!
What am I supposed to do about this?
What? All your class work?
What? No- not that- Iím doing fine with that.
I have it all set up. I have a color-coded chart, and Iím neck and neck with
my assignments. I told you Iím fine. Donít worry about me. Itís Ginny.
What about her?
I found her sitting in the window of Gryffindor
Tower a few minutes ago, watching the Quidditch practice, (well itís not really
practice, but theyíre 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 wouldnít. She just gathered
up Crookshanks, shook her head, and went upstairs.
She likes Harry! Why wonít she just come down
to the Quidditch field? Heís never going to get to know her if she wonít
talk to him. I want to drag her along and make her.
Donít be bossy. You go down
to the field with Ron, and have a nice time. Let Ginny deal with things in her
Ugh, fine. But Iíll tell you one thing, if
I ever like anybody the way Ginny likes Harry, Iím not going to be so
shy about it.
Weíll 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. Donít
be mad, but.... it kept putting you as my last priority. I guess, technically,
journaling isnít as crucial as passing the third form. Iím going to have to
do my class-work before I can come and chat with you. Sorry.
Iíll be fine. Iíll miss you.
Donít work too hardóoh, never mind. You will.
I wonít! Goodnight, Gwen.
Professor McGonagall is so incredible.
Iíve been doing some extra research for Transfiguration, andó
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 Iím learning- whatís the point of going to school
if Iím not truly going to come out educated? Anyway, in Transfiguration, weíve
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 itís very dangerous. There are only seven Animagi registered in Britain,
because itís so difficult that you have to be licensed by the Ministry to do
it. Professor McGonagall is one of the seven- sheís a tabby cat! Isnít 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, Iím going to register.
I wish it could work the other way Ďround,
you know, so that animals could be human. Iíd love to see what Crookshanks would
be like! Heíd probably want to have a few words with Ron, who keeps shoving
him around! Honestly, if itís that important to him, why wonít he leave Scabbers
upstairs instead of bringing him everywhere in his pocket all the time? Itís
a pain. But he says "Well, why donít you leave that cat up in your
room, then?" Gwen, Crookshanks is big. He needs space. Itís
Anyway, Iíve got to go.
No, I need a nap, my head feels heavy. Iím
a bit tired, I think. Not from my classes or anything! Just from... from being
Hmmm. Hermione, which is the
day that you have the most classes?
Er, letís 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 youíre awake five extra
uncompensated hours on Wednesdays.
Normally a person would be
awake for sixteen hours. You are awake for twenty one, and youíre still only
sleeping for eight.
I.... I didnít really think of that.
Multiply that by five, and
youíve got yourself about a twenty-four hour period thatís entirely un-slept
for. Thatís like two extra class days, Hermione.
Wow. Thatís true.
And I donít imagine youíre
getting enough to eat for that time, either.
Thatís all right, donít worry, Iím fine, I
eat plenty and I get enough sleepóI always get at least six hoursó
Six?! Hermione, you have to
Gwen, donít, donít, donít! Iím fine.
I just need a nap, I promise. Iíll talk to you soon.
Lavender and Parvati are driving me mad.
Why? What are they doing?
They spend all their lunch hours up in Professor
Trelawneyís classroom, learning how to be Ďtrue seersí, and when they come down,
theyíre just insufferable. Theyíre 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 Iím having trouble Ďseeingí, theyíve been learning how to Ďunblock the Inner
Eyeí and if Iíd just like to sit in a circle with them and Ďclear my mindí,
theyíd be glad to Ďresonateí with me. Itís insulting.
Throw something at them.
I know. And theyíre at it again. I canít
have a nice quiet evening in my room without them offering to read my tea-leaves
with me, for practice. They wonít stop going on and on about that class, and
itís so annoy--
Gwen! Oh no!!
What? Whatís 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 donít.
I do. Oh, no.
Actually, no, Hermione. Listen.
You can be a bit, er...
aggressive about your schoolwork, but itís a different thing. Youíre extremely
clever, and honestly want to be helpful to your classmatesó
So do they.
Iím not through. Listen. Youíre
good at everything,
my dear. Parvati and Lavender may be very brave, bright witches, but you excel
far ahead of them in every other classó
Which probably makes me even worse.
No. LISTEN. The other girls have
finally found something that they do well. When they offer to help you, itís
partly because they need to believe theyíre better than you at something.
Do you understand?
No. Yes. I donít know.
Well, itís a tricky subject.
Trickier than Divination. Itís psychology. When you
offer help, thatís all youíre offering. It doesnít come off as an insult because
youíre confident about your understanding. Whereas when Parvati and Lavenderó
Lord it over me.
óyes, wellóitís not purely
to help you. Itís one-upmanship. Is that clearer?
One question, though.
If Iím 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 doesnít know how.
I donít.... you ..... thatís not true.
Just think about it.
Díyou mind if I go... think awhile?
No. Goodnight, Hermione.
Gwen, you were wrong about Ron before- he hates
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 Halloweenó
Yes, and you know that Harry canít go, and
I think thatís 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 didnít want to fight.
Suddenly Crookshanks pounced- I couldnít hold
him! I wasnít prepared! He landed on Ronís bag and sunk his claws in, looking
for Scabbers. Ron yelled, "OY! GET OFF YOU STUPID ANIMAL!" I yelled
"Ron, donít 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! Heís skin and bone! You
keep that cat away from him!"
"Crookshanks doesnít understand itís wrong!
All cats chase rats, Ron!"
"Thereís 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 díyou thinkó"
"That catís got it in for Scabbers! And
Scabbers was here first, and heís ill!"
And then he stalked upstairs.
What am I supposed to do, Gwen? I donít
want to fight, but Crookshanks is a cat, and I canít do anything about his instincts.
Now Ron wonít speak to me, and I havenít go enough sleep, and I just want to
Go ahead and do, itís all right.
Go to sleep, Hermione. Things will be better in the morning.
Oh, I donít have time to cry, and how can I
sleep when Iíve still got a tablet to transcribe for Ancient Runes and two chapters
to read and summarize about kappas, plus Snapeís a beast and heís given us about
a thousand essay questions to answer! The Gryffindor third years are the only
class that got this assignment for Potions, and itís all because of that thing
with Neville and his grandmotherís clothesó
The boggart? Snape knows about
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 donít 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.
Well! Hello, then. Are you
Really. Why so short?
Iím not talking to him. That is it.
What went on?
Divination. And then he insulted me.
Oh dear. Well, what happened
in Divination, then?
Trelawney. She Ďpredictedí in our first class
that "the thing Lavender was dreading would happen on October the sixteenth."
Thatís 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 itís utter rubbish. I asked lavender if she had dreaded
Binky getting killed by a fox. She said, "I was obviously dreading him
dying, wasnít 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 didnít even die today, did he? Lavender just
got the news today, and she canít have been dreading it, because itís
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 couldnít stand hearing
everybody chalk it up to a stupid prediction that was so obviously false! But
Ron yelled out, "Donít mind Hermione, Lavender. She doesnít think other
peopleís pets matter very much." I canít 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 Harryís
safety, Professor McGonagall said "No." She doesnít want him attacked
by Sirius Black, but Ron and Harry donít understand.
Poor Harry. That is
awful, though. He should be allowed to go.
Gwen, do not side with Ron.
Iím not trying to! Is that
what Ron said?
Ron didnít 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.
"McGonagallís a sour old bat!"
"Well she is, not letting Harry go with
us when everyone else is, sheís a--"
"Sheís only looking out for him, sheís
thinking about his safety--"
"Sheís a hag."
"Watch your mouth!"
"Iíll say what I like. Sheís a mean, twisted--"
"Stop it! Shut up!"
"Sheís our Professor, Ron, donít
call her names! She just doesnít want Harry getting killed and if you were using
any sense, youíd see Iím right Ė"
"Thatís right, teacherís pet Ė"
"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 donít know it!"
"Hereís what I know-- you donít have any
feelings about anybodyís animals, and you donít want Harry having any
fun, so what kind of lousy friend are you?"
I ran up here after that. I said, "Donít
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 donít care. Lousy
friend? Fine. Thatís just what Iíll be. Thatís 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 "Iím
sorry, I know Ronís your brother, but heís just awful." She said she knows.
I donít have time for this nonsense. Iím going to ignore everything but
school. Iím going to study and do my homework. Iím seven assignments and two
hundred pages behind. I donít need this. Iím through.
Gwen, I feel so badly for Harry. All
anybody talks about is what theyíre going to do in Hogsmeade, and itís killing
So youíre friends again?
With Harry. Heís going to be the only third
year left behind, and I just canít stand it for him. I almost feel guilty going
myself. I said Iíd stay here with him, but he said thatíd make him feel even
worse. Iím glad he doesnít want me to stay, because I really, really
want to go, but I had to offer.
Youíre a good friend.
people think so. Some people donít.
Havenít you talked to Ron at
Yes. "Pass the puffapod," in Herbology,
and "Move, please," in line for Transfiguration, and "Donít 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.
Thatís not what I mean. Have
you been civil?
Yes. I tried. But he didnít make an
effort, so it didnít work. He was trying to practice the Geoquatic Charm in
the common room- thatís the one where you make water take on simple shapes.
Iím 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 didnít
answer. I said, "Want my help?" He didnít 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 donít
try telling me it was a compliment.
I donít know what to do! I donít want
to fight anymore. I really donít. I know he didnít mean it, and I just want
to forget about it, but he should say heís sorry, he really, really should!
But if he doesnít, and he isnít, then who am I going to go Ďround 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 donít you try thinking
What do you mean?
Heís already upset he canít
go to Hogsmeade. Wonít it only be worse on him if his best friends are bickering?
But I donít want to be the one that apologizes,
because I didnít do anything.
Donít apologize, then. Call
a truce. Agree to disagree.
Fine. Fine. Iíll see what I can do. Why do
I always have to be the one? Gwen, Iím tired.
Iím not surprised.
Iíve got to finish up the Spelgebra assignments
for this section because weíre moving on to Charmetry tomorrow and I still have
that nasty Potions essay on Fungal Solutions to do, and itís already eleven,
and I have eight classes tomorrow plus a lab. How, how, how? Okay. Thanks, Gwen,
Iíve got to go do this. ĎBye.
Iím going to Hogsmeade tomorrow! Itís going
to be so much fun. Ron and I are going to go all over, and bring things back
Then youíre speaking!
Yes. We called a truce, like you said. Itís
not an apology, but the fighting was getting old, and anyway, Harryís problems
are worse than ours. I wish he could come with usó even though I am glad
heís going to be safe from Sirius Black. Weíre going to go to the Shrieking
Shack (the most severely haunted residence in Britain!) Zonkoís joke shop, the
sweet-shop, the Three Broomsticks, and everything. Oh, I canít wait.
Ron says I have to try butterbeer, but it sounds odd. He says heís going to
make me, though.
Itís good. Youíll like it.
Youíve had it?
Well. Arenít you just smart.
Yes, as a matter of fact. But
really, Hermione, Hogsmeade sounds lovely. Youíll come and tell me all about
it when youíre back?
Yes, and Iíll even bring you with me in my
robe! Weíre leaving right after breakfast tomorrow Ė but Iíve made a pact with
myself that I can only go if I complete the rest of my Arithmancy chart- Iím
charting three Charmetry graphs of elementary spells on a three-dimensional
grid, and I have to show where the points meet in space. Itís hard. Plus I promised
myself Iíd look up everything about Grindylows. Theyíre next in Defense Against
the Dark Arts. And Harry wants me to go over Charms with him, if I have time.
Which you donít.
Oh, Gwen, I have to. Harryís 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 donít miss the outing.
I wonít! See you tomorrow!