Hermione Jane Granger

I thought you all were going to take care of me. I trusted you. I believed you knew what was best.

I just -

It turns out Mr Lupin was all right after all, and you all just were going to sit around, I've already told the Headmistress this and I want you all to know too: I don't know -

I just -

What will happen to them? I suppose they'll have to go to the colony, won't they? But will the colony have them since they aren't wizards? If the colony won't have them you all had better have them, you had just better take care of them, or I swear I will run away from Hogwarts and help them myself, and I'll steal Draco's wand again and I'll have a wand then, and you all will just be able to go hang!!!!

I didn't realise they were hostages for my good behaviour, I ought to have known, how on earth could I have been so utterly stupid?!

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.

But today's is inchoative, which means "initial." So the inchoative properties of a potion are the properties of a potion before it's finished!

Mr Lupin has a very nice cat. It was nice to me anyway. I really liked the cat, and I hope I can see it again. I wish I could take care of it but there isn't really room in my niche.

The house-elves must have decided to be nice, though, because this morning I woke up and I had a new bedspread! It was a quilt - a satin-covered quilt! I can't imagine where it came from. Perhaps it was in one of the old rooms and they decided to give it to me? It smells awfully old and musty, but it's nice and warm and it feels wonderful. The blanket under it is a little moth-eaten but that's only on one end, and not nearly so much as the old one. Thank you, house-elves - thank you! It's very beautiful.