Dramione Diary: SEASON 1- Hermione Version | COMPLETED

Entry 5

A.N.- This chapter will be longer but I hope you enjoy it. All Rights belong to JK Rowling and I own nothing except my mistakes. Happy Reading!

July 1, 1998

Dear Diary,

Harry and Ron came on the 10th, thankfully through the front door and wearing Muggle clothes. Seeing them in such clothes for the first time, I had a hard time suppressing my laughter under a smile. Mum welcomed them in with a bright smile and from the look on their adorably blushing faces, I could make out that they were feeling shy and uncomfortable at the unusual hospitality. They first came to me and hugged me one by one. Then they went on to greet Dad and Mum with charming smiles. I told Mum that I wanted to take them upstairs and she agreed. Upon arriving in my room, we exchanged some news about our lives and health and then Ron asked me to calm down and listen to him. He looked like he was gonna say something that was going to hurt me and my mind immediately started preparing for the worst case scenarios. And there it came finally, our long awaited breakup. Even after knowing that we won't last together for long, I don't know why I continued to expect a future with him. He told me that he won't be returning to Hogwarts as George was still healing both physically and mentally and his Joke Shop was suffering due to which he was going to enter into a partnership with him to manage the business to which Molly had agreed. I understood that it was for the best. Ron will keep George company and heal him after Fred's death. Merlin, my heart is again becoming heavy upon thinking about his death. Anyways, Ron said that he wasn't sure about handling a long distance relationship and was also emotionally unstable to give time to it. So he considered it best to break up with me. It seemed to be ridiculous that he had decided on my behalf as well without even discussing with me. Trying hard to not shout at him, I burst into tears right there and then. I wanted to compose myself but the thought of not having Ron as my partner in future tore me on the inside. Harry immediately supported and hugged me, wiping my tears with his thumb but Ron just stood there - his hands in his pockets. Seeing him so careless about my current situation made me angrier and I just pointed my finger towards the door, signaling him to leave through the floo network in the fireplace of my room. He just said in his hoarse voice that we could still remain friends and took the Floo powder from me to leave. I continued to cry but I had to compose myself as Mum or Dad could come anytime in the room and I didn't want to give them any idea of how broken I was. Harry decide to divert my attention to a different topic. He pulled out a compressed book from his pocket which, with a flick of his wand, expanded. Then he opened a certain page and handed the book to me to see for myself. Seeing the heading of the topic immediately had a bit of calming effect on me and I read the page. It was based on Memories and Emotions. I found a subheading somewhere in the mid which read 'Retrieving the Memories along with Emotions'. That was it. I finally found what I was looking for. But i needed the help of a professional Healer to perform the job. So Harry sent his owl to St Mungo's asking Healer Scarlette, whom he knew, to come through the Floo network straight to my room in case she was free. We waited for his owl to return or fir the green light to appear in the Floo but only the owl returned bearing a letter which said that she was dealing with something important and could come only the next morning. She also apologized for not being able to come right then. So, Harry again owled a letter saying that it was okay and requested her to bring along the required material for retrieving Muggles' memories with emotions, that is, if she could. When the owl returned bearing no letter, we understood that we had spoken to the right Healer. I was in no mood to eat anything but Harry told me that if I didn't want to give signs that I was not okay, then I should go downstairs and eat with my parents. I agreed.Luckily, they didn't enquire much about Ron after Harry told them that I had a fight with him.Dinner went fine with Harry keeping away the gazes of my parents from my swollen red eyes. Breaking up with Ron was difficult to handle. But even more difficult was the task of hiding the truth from Mum and Dad. After dinner, Harry said goodbye to my parents and I escorted him outside. He hugged me and I fought the urge to cry again. He went out and telling goodnight to my parents, I hurried upstairs and finally broke down again in my room. Blimey, it was one of the worst nights for me! I was a complete mess when I woke up as I had hardly slept. I was still in bed when I heard the noise from the Floo and immediately I picked up my wand for safety. But I was relieved when I heard a familiar voice. Harry arrived with a plump woman who was wearing a Healer's uniform. We pleasantly exchanged greetings. She told me that Harry had discussed my situation with her and said that she had discussed the job with the Head Healer who had agreed to come and help to retrieve the memory. When I asked her why I couldn't do it with her, she said that there was risk of overpowering of emotions over the person performing the task and may result in the loss of his own emotions as well. So it was dangerous for an amateur like me to get involved. Right when I was about to ask her if she wanted some tea, again some noise came from the Floo signaling the arrival of a hard faced man who was the Head Healer, Mr Nick. His look gave the impression that this man meant business. He greeted me with a handshake and without even giving me a chance to speak, he went on to discuss his plan with Healer Scarlette. Harry and I listened to them but couldn't make heads not tails of the technical terms they were using, which as always, greatly frustrated me. Harry seemed to understand what I was feeling and therefore, sitting beside me, he squeezed my hand to indicate that it was alright to not understand anything sometimes. Anyways, both the Healers then asked me and Harry to wait upstairs while they perform their task. I was about to tell them that I wanted to be there for my parents, but Healer Nick stated that it was a dangerous task and from the tone of his voice, it seemed that he didn't wish to be messed with. Moreover, I had to trust their skills. So we waited. About 4-5 hours later, they came back upstairs and told us that the process was complete and now my parents needed to rest for atleast 2 days to fully recover. I thanked them and paid them their due after which they flooed back to the hospital. Thankfully, I had kept some spare money as galleons that I had not converted into Muggle money. I also thanked Harry after which he flooed back too. For the next two days, I remained anxious and depressed. I didn't know what to expect. Yet I had to wait. Mum and Dad woke up the third day but they looked pale. I told them to rest which they agreed without saying a word. The next day, Mum woke up first. Seeing me leaning against their bedroom door, her eyes welled up with tears and I understood that she had finally recognized me. She hugged me and cried. I apologized to her but she seemed too lost in the fact that she had got her daughter back. Dad woke up moments later and it just felt like the old times again, before I went to Hogwarts. Our family finally had reunion for real. I was so happy! For the next few days, I told them all about what had happened after I had Obliviated them. They were a bit annoyed at me for keeping them in dark but quietly agreed on my decision. I even told them about Ron and my break up. But they seemed to remember what I feared- they didn't ever like Ron in the first place. But now it didn't matter. The night I got my parents back for real was the first night after the war when I had a near peaceful sleep. Yet my happiness was incomplete. I had lost Ron as my partner. I didn't know where it all went wrong. The next few nights were like nightmares. I remained awake for long hours, studying for the next year-not out of pleasure as I earlier did- but to keep my thoughts away from Ron. Soon I decided to calm myself. This was not the end of the world, for Godric's sake! I still had him as my friend even though I was angry at him. But in those days itself came a ray of light. I received a letter from Professor Mcgonagall saying that she wanted me to be the Professor of Arithmancy at Hogwarts. Apparently, they required more Professors as most of the earlier ones were either dead or didn't want to return. I was happy to get an opportunity to spread knowledge at such a young age. This news improved my days that followed as I had something to look upon. I have already started to prepare for the classes and tomorrow I'll meet Harry at the Leaky Cauldron to finally thank him with a treat for all his help. Rendezvous!

Yours, Hermione