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October 31, 2006

Dear Diary,

This might very well be the last time I ever have the pleasure of writing in you.

I have been so busy, it has been so long.

The war it would seem was just revving up at Dumbledore's death. I'm seen tons die since then. Bill Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Susan Bones, Padma Patil, Neville Longbottom, Ernie MacMillan... and so many more.

Since those three years ago. And how long ago those years seem. How different I was from the way I am now. Then I was just a teacher pleasing child and now it would seem I've become a war hardened woman and wouldn't think twice about taking a Death Eater's life.

Not caring about wether or not they had a family.

A spouse.

A daughter.

A son.

I digress though I'm writing in you for a reason. Tonight it it. The final battle. Ron, Harry, and the rest of the Order are all down stairs waiting for the sun to set. Just staring at each other. Pondering what death is like. I couldn't stand it down there. I couldn't just be so angsty. I am a firm believer in hope and if we just sit down there wondering what it will be like to die is admitting defeat. It's giving up hope.

I don't know why Harry wanted to have the final battle on the anniversary of his parents death. We have destroyed all the Horcruxes sure but we could have used some time. To have a plan. To prepare something but he seemed set on the date. I just hope the emotional importance of this date won't mess up his concentration.

Wow now I find myself unsure of what I should write. If I survive I suppose this entry won't be of any importance but if I die... if I parish somewhere in the battle, in the smoke and the flying curses I hope this makes it's way into good hands. I want the world to know a few things about me before I go.

I never ate apples until this morning for fear of my front teeth looking very much like beaver. I absolutely without a doubt hate strawberries in all forms although Mrs. Weasley has tried to make me eat her strawberry pie on more than one occasion. I admit that the Patil twins did help me get ready that night before the Yule Ball in fourth year. I miss Crookshanks after his death in what should have been my 7th year. I did in fact use Viktor Krum in a ploy to try and make Ron jealous (Didn't work I might add) but I did enjoy his company as a friend if is any consolation.

That's the signal it's about to start, the final battle. This is it. Now I must say goodbye and I hope I'll see you soon. At last this is it. Goodbye everyone.

Sincerely,

Hermione Jane Granger

P.S. I always secretly enjoyed bossing Harry and Ron around.

A tall somewhat pale blonde man shut the small modestly leather covered book in silence. His mind seemed to be going a thousand miles a minute he seemed confused and remorseful all at once. Suddenly the door to the dark room opened revealing a slender blonde woman who look to be in late 30s.

"Draco dear what have you been doing in here for so long? The celebration has been going on for so long and yet I haven't seen you down in the ball room at all"

The boy didn't turn to his mother as she moved forward towards him where he sat at a richly carved deep wood desk. The woman peered over his shoulder to catch a peep at what was keeping his attention.

"Draco what on earth are you doing with Hermione Granger's Diary? Did you not kill her not two days ago?"

Draco continued to look forward out his window blankly, "Yes mother... yes I did"

Bumity bum bum!!! Shocker! Anywho just wrote this it suddenly came to me while I was listening to Mugglecast. They are very funny indeed.

Dumby out!

Elaina