Hermione Jane Granger

 I solemnly swear that I am up to no good

Draco Malfoy is being extra nice to me. I think that it's about Dennis, I mean, I think that he feels guilty over Dennis, but he brought me a chocolate cauldron from supper last night, only I don't know how to tell if it's poisoned or something, although I don't really think he'd do that. But he and Harry have been awfully close lately and they're working on a project that I promised not to tell anyone about, and so I'm a little nervous really, because I'm the only one who knows about it and maybe he tried to make some kind of a memory potion or something so I forgot that they told me.

So does anyone know how I can tell? It isn't in any of my books and I can't exactly go look it up on my own, they aren't doing anything about that in Potions and I can't think of a good excuse. And Terry was always better at thinking up excuses like that even though he never used them himself, he would say something and then I'd realise that he was actually telling me how to get around things.

Only of course I don't really think that I'm going to be potioned, but it would be nice to know. If it was going to be poison I could just have a bezoar but of course it's not likely to be if it has been tampered with, it's likely to be something else, although knowing Malfoy he probably messed it all up and it'd poison me anyway. He's not so good at potions as he thinks he is!!

I am doing a bit better. I haven't told anyone what happened, not even Terry. Harry thinks that I was ill and had a twenty-four-hour flu or some such thing. I don't know what he thinks, really, but he was worried about me.

I'm trying not to think very much about a lot of things and I'd rather not talk about them still.

Harry is doing very poorly though. He says that nobody cares what he's doing. I told him he ought to write in his journal more if he wanted people to talk to him. He isn't getting very many owls. I mean he isn't getting any at all, really, not from anybody, which I would have thought he would. Usually before he got a lot because people wanted to glom on to him, sort of, from older people too, like Lucius Malfoy. Only now he isn't getting any. I suppose it must be because all the grownups see him all the time but really, it's too bad, because he just mopes.

Sometimes I feel like moping so that is all right.

It seems silly that I miss Daddy because I hadn't seen him in ever so long, and I didn't think about him very much before, but I knew he was okay somewhere, and now he isn't. Okay somewhere I mean. He isn't anywhere. I suppose at least Mum is okay. But it isn't the same thing as Daddy, even if I do love her a lot.

Oh, and, congratulations Mr Longbottom and Mrs Longbottom. I hope all is well.

On the train, coming over, Draco Malfoy was getting his bags down and I was getting Harry's (and mine too of course) and he accidentally wolloped me with his, dropping it I mean, and he gave me a black eye. I don't think he meant to hit me with it. But then he told me that I had better say Harry had hit me and given it to me, the black eye I mean, and of course I did what he said but

Oh I must go, they make me wait at table and things, I'll be back later!!!

I am alright. I am not sure how much trouble I'm in, because I didn't intend to break any rules and because I tried so hard to not let Harry Marvolo get bitten by the dragon. I suppose I will find out soon because I don't really need to stay in the hospital wing much longer I hear.

I got bit on the wrist and it bled a lot and went green. Madam Pomfrey was worried that the poison might have gotten into my blood but it was fine in the end. Now my wrist is bandaged and it's hard to write but I noticed that people wondered if I was alright, and I thought I should tell them yes I am, and that they shouldn't spend so much time worrying about a Mudblood like me when Harry Marvolo and Draco Malfoy could have been hurt.

But thank you any way.

Terry is in the hospital wing.

He told me that Professor Carrow dunked him in a bucket of water, only I said that doesn't sound so bad, at least he didn't hit you or jinx you like he did that one time and so even if it was scary at least it's over now and it doesn't hurt any more. But it is actually worse because now he has something called asspiration pneumonia (Madam Pomfrey made sure that I knew how to spell 'pneumonia,' it isn't at all like you'd expect) and he has to stay in the hospital wing, only that doesn't sound so bad because now Professor Carrow can't dunk him in the bucket of water again, only Terry is very frightened and I'm not sure what of.

He won't ask to come stay with me in the library either, although I think that if Professor Carrow hates him so much he'd want him out of his sight, and he won't tell me why and I sometimes think he doesn't like me after all. But I know that isn't true. Anyway he has too much of a fever now to make alot of sense. Madam Pomfrey says he will be alright though because mediwizardry is so much better than Muggle healing ever was. If Terry were a Muggle before the Lord Protector came they would have fed him moldy bread, which sounds disgusting, only they must have had a reason to feed people moldy bread. Madam Pomfrey said it worked sometimes but all the Muggle Studies textbooks I can read don't say that, they just talk about how mean it was to feed sick people mold. But they caught the pneumonia early so maybe that is alright.

I wish I could apologise to Terry because I yelled at him, and I know it was wrong but he didn't tell me about Professor Carrow dunking him and I went in to work in the hospital wing and he was there all wet with Madam Pomfrey and I couldn't help it because I wanted to know what happened! But he just kept shivering and crying and all.

I don't think I ever have thought that I was going to drown. I suppose it is very frightening. Terry was very frightened.

And now I am going to bring him some books so that he can read them while he is in the hospital wing and no one can see that he's doing it.

Professor Carrow has gotten a lot creepier lately. He used to just be mean but now he drew pictures of Terry sleeping on the walls. Terry is really frightened. I would be scared too.

Terry said that he drew it in reddish brown ink and I don't want to think about what it's made of. It sounds like the Dark Arts. I know that people use the Dark Arts all the time but they're Dark, aren't they, and they shouldn't be used on Terry, should they?!

He said that once he woke up and Professor Carrow was watching him sleep.

Professor McGonagall, can you do anything? I'm scared for Terry but I'm also scared because he keeps giving me looks when he comes in the library and I don't want him to look at me like that. But Madam Pince can't say anything of course.

Terry is all right. He had a bad cut on his face that had bled a lot and really scared him, and broken ribs, and a badly broken arm. I could see the bone poking out. And he had some bleeding inside, but Madam Pomfrey thinks that she found all the places where it was really a problem.

But before Terry would go to the hospital wing he insisted I unwrap a rag in the corner of his cupboard. He'd made me a little wooden whistle, and a wooden tag with runes burned on it for me to put on Cat's collar. We decided on a name for Cat with Mr Lupin's help, only I think I shouldn't tell anyone what it is until Terry can say. But Terry made it and it says Cat's name in runes and I cried when he told me that it was for my birthday, even though I was already crying because I never saw anyone heal a bone that was sticking out of an arm like that.

On the way over Neville said 'I don't care what your friend did, nobody deserves being hurt like this,' which I think is the nicest thing a wizard my age has ever said to me. He's much stronger than he looks, too. We carried Terry pretty well, even though Neville couldn't get Wingardium Leviosa to work all the way. Terry just got a little lighter.

Anyway Madam Pomfrey said I did well to bring Terry in, and she was angry with Professor Carrow too, but she said that I had better not write about it for everyone to see. So I'm not.

Mr Lupin gave me a present today, too, which was a letter from my parents. Terry had sent him a note earlier this week to tell him that it was my birthday yesterday, even though he wasn't talking to me, which might make me cry again because well anyway. Being a werewolf Mr Lupin's allowed to do more than most wizards who aren't really important, so he found them for me and had them write me. Their letters just weren't making it through to me. I suppose that they aren't allowed to use owls, so they had to give their letters to guards, and the guards at the camps they've been at weren't very nice. They were very happy to hear that I'm being taken care of and not fed too poorly because there has been an outbreak of scurvy in the Stow-on-the-Wold camp. I'm to write to them and he'll carry the letter back when he can. I know that I ought not to trust him too far, and I won't say anything, but it's nice to know that someone is looking out for them even a little.

Terry's not going to be awake until morning and Madam Pomfrey said she'd come in before dawn so I can visit him before I have to go serve breakfast at the head table. So I ought to go to sleep now.