Hermione Granger

Dear Diary,

Hi it's me again. I'm still alive and well. We haven't left yet to go break into the ministry but the longer we wait the more worried I become. Ron came up with a great idea. A new safe place! So if things don't go as we should we shall be camping throughout forests all over the country. It scares me that we will have to move from place to place in order to survive and find the horcruxes but needs must is needs must. I'm glad I learned all of those spells and enchantments to hide us each time. And of course the tent Mr. Weasley lent us to use.

I do miss the Weasleys a lot. I was simply piling the books back into my bag today without organizing and I could hear Ginny gasping and playfully scolding me. I think of Mrs. Weasley every time we eat here. None of us are on her level of expertise although I haven't bothered Harry with cooking so I'm not sure if he can or not. It's kind of funny to see Ron attempting to look pleased with my cooking although it is awful. His cute little nose scrunches together while his sweet lips curl into a half smile half grimace. Wait cute? Sweet? I must truly be losing it. Or am I? I'm not really sure how I feel about Ron anymore. Is he still my best friend or is he something more?

I thought I would fill some of this entry with a memory. One of my favorites actually. It was Christmas holidays our second year. All three of us had stayed at the school because of the potion we were secretly brewing. On Christmas morning I woke up to one red headed boy and one black haired boy poking me in the sides trying to wake me up. Quite successfully apparently. I had sat up in bed and rubbed at my eyes trying to rid the sleep from them. After realizing that a) they were not simply illusions and b) there were three large piles on the floor of the dorm room I got out of bed and sat down on the floor with them. Somehow they had managed to get up the steps but if the broom lying on the floor by the door was any indicator then they had flown up the stairs. Although I hadn't minded. I still don't really. My boys are good boys. Well most of the time anyways. Well the three of us took turns opening our presents but then Ron produced three identical gifts. Each with our names on them. Harry's grin seemed to stretch from ear to ear at the sight of the gifts. At the time I had no idea what they were. But opening mine up and seeing the famed Weasley jumper in purple with a pink "H" knitted into it I grinned as well. I'll never forget that day. From being woken up by my boys to opening gifts with them and receiving my first Weasley jumper. Which I still have by the way. I hid it in Ginny's room at the Burrow. I wonder if she's found it under my bed yet. I also have a few letters there as well. From the three of us to all of them. And to each of us as well. Anyways the snow ball fight we had and the joy we shared on that day will remain with me for the rest of my life. I hope that whoever is reading this will know or at least imagine how happy the three of us are together. We are the Golden Trio as the Prophet likes to say.

On one last note I have been thinking of writing a letter or maybe simply a note to the Weasleys. To let them know we are alive and safe. I'll need to ask Ron that I think.

Your friend,
Hermione Jean Granger

P.S. If I don't make it would someone take care of the boys for me? And also please do not reverse my parents memories! It would be best they didn't know if I don't survive.