Dramione Diary: SEASON 1- Hermione Version | COMPLETED

Entry 4

A.N.- I AM SOOOO SORRY. I WAS EXTREMELY BUSY :((

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June 9, 1998

Dear Diary,

I'm in Australia and I found my parents the day before yesterday in a small cottage. It was nearly 7 in the evening. I needed to go inside with a valid reason. So knocking on the door I prepared my mind for the excuse I was going to give to stay at their home- I would request them to keep me as their tenant. It was not a complete lie after all, I surely did want a place to reside in while living in a completely new country, or rather a continent. Hospitable as my dear parents are, they warmly welcomed me in their small but cosy home. Barely able to control the overwhelming feeling of seeing them hail and hearty again, I excused myself and went to the washroom after asking the way to it. Eventually the tears gave way and so there I was, crying, my head bent over the sink and my body trembling harshly. It was a strange feeling. On one hand I was really really happy to see Mum and Dad again and on the other hand, it pained me to see them not recognizing their only daughter who was once really dear to them. But I needed to get over this feeling. I needed to compose myself. I could do that of course. I had survived a war for Merlin's sake! So, completely determined to achieve my goal, I washed my face to remove any signs of tears, went out and carefully tracked my way back to the room where I had left them earlier. Mum and Dad were sitting on a maroon coloured couch, and from the look of it, it seemed to be the drawing room of the house. Seeing me, they first asked if I was alright. Apparently, I had remained about 10 minutes in the washroom. But I assured them that I was fine and that they could proceed with the interview they wanted to take before keeping me as their new tenant. They told me that I was lucky as their previous tenant had left just 3 days ago and they were about to advertise in the newspaper for a new tenant to occupy the spare room in their house. The interview started with some basic introductions where I told them that I resided in London earlier and that my parents didn't live with me. I refrained from telling them that I was a witch, low key afraid that they might not want to keep a witch in their home as the spell to obliviate them might have caused harm to the fact that they were fine with having a witch in their house. I could survive without telling them : just needed to be extra careful while using magic. Merlin, how wrong I felt of how many times I had to lie in a single day! But I needed to do this. Having no other option, I needed to stay near them so as to bring back their memory. After a few questions, they finally agreed for me to live in the room upstairs. I was welcome to have meals with them though. It felt nice that even without remembering, they still treated me as if I was their long-lost daughter. I asked if I could move in right then and they permitted me to do so. Wheeling my small black suitcase outside the drawing room, I entered a dimly lit corridor, Dad leading my way. Two wooden brown doors could be seen in the corridor, which upon learning, I found to belong to a kitchen and a bedroom respectively. At the end of the corridor was the washroom, where I had been crying earlier. And passing that I felt embarrassed that I was the one who left the door open while coming out of it to go to the drawing room. Near the washroom were a set of spiral stairs which led to the upper floor. I was nearly going to use my wand to carry my suitcase upstairs but I couldn't because of which I had to carry it upstairs. I couldn't trouble Dad to do that for me even though he repeatedly asked me to hand it over to him. It really felt strange when I called my parents Mr and Mrs Wilkins. But there was a sense of guilt inside me too. Blimey, what the hell had I done to my own parents! However, at that time it was best for them to lose their memories. Anyways, Dad left me in my room and I went inside, wheeling my suitcase along with me. The pink coloured room had an attached washroom and a glass window. It was a peaceful setting where soon I started to feel at home. After getting fresh and writing a letter to Harry and Ron about my safe arrival (using Ron's owl to send it to them, as he had given it to me to know if I arrived safely), I hurried downstairs for supper with the lovely couple. They didn't talk much while eating, a sharp contrast to Ron's habit of talking while eating. Really, that sucks! After dinner, I came back to my room and changed into my night gown. For a lot of time I remained seated near the open window, pondering on how to bring back the memory and the attached emotions. Unable to think much because of my extremely tired mind, unknowingly I fell asleep there itself.

Because of the uncomfortable posture combined with my habit of rising early to study, I woke up at nearly 6 in the morning. The sun was rising yet it seemed that it was going to be a rainy day. Finally I got up from there and went straight to the washroom carrying the necessary things including my brush and comb from my suitcase. Luckily I didn't keep much things with me in the bag as residing in Hogwarts for all these years gave me the experience to keep only those things with you which are absolutely necessary. There was still time left before breakfast so I went through all the books I possessed (I had compressed them using a spell). But I already had learnt them all by heart and going through them also wasn't of much help as none of them offered the information I was looking for. Emotions attached with memories. But during this string of thoughts, I heard a sharp perching on the glass of the window. A beautiful snowy owl was there, bearing an envelope which was for me. Apparently,this owl was the successor of Hedwig as the letter it bore was from Harry . He had asked me if he could visit me with Ron as they both wanted to discuss something urgent with me. And he even told me that he found a book that might help me to bring back my parents' memory with emotions.. Anyways, I ran downstairs to get permission from Mum and Dad who gladly agreed for my two bestfriends to visit. I wrote back a letter which I attached to the owl and also fed it a few bread crumbs I had in a pocket of my suitcase. So, almost all of yesterday went with me setting up the room with my belongings. I can barely wait for Ron and Harry to arrive tomorrow, as they said so. Merlin, how much I missed my two bestfriends!

Yours, Hermione