The Diary
Inside the Gryffindor Common Room, a pile of dusty books where covering Hermione Granger and her lazy cat, Crookshanks, from the rest of the Gryffindor kids. Almost everyone was on the Great Hall having dinner but her. Hermione was studying so hard like if it was the exams season since the first day of the year. She took too many subjects as she could. More than that. Just… too many. She hadn’t time for ANYTHING but read and read. And pet Crookshanks.
That night she was cleaning the new ones she took from the library earlier. The most of them were big and heavy but there was one that was different. So different. That one wasn’t a book. Was a diary. A diary with a known name engraving with gold letters on the cover. ‘‘The Diary of J. Potter’’. Hermione couldn’t have opened it because it had a padlock. And… then she thought it better before try a spell on it cause, maybe, it was up to Harry to open it if that diary belonged to his dad. Exited, left everything behind to show Harry the discovery.
Harry was sitting next to Ron as usual talking about Hermione didn’t hear what. With a BIG smile on her face, she sat in front of them. Creepy. Hiding the diary on her back.
‘Guess what’ she sang.
Harry and Ron, at the same time, look at each other. A little bit confused. A little bit intrigued.
‘What?’
‘Your dad’s name was James, right?’
‘Yes…?’ Harry said with a weird face. She knew that. Everyone does.
‘Amazing’
Ron was thinking that she loosed her mind. Finally, as he knew it would happen.
‘I have a surprise for you’
‘It has to be with my…’
‘YES. Your dad. I found this on the library’ said while showing the diary. ‘I assumed it belonged to your father. J for James.’
‘Potter for Potter’ joked Fred, laughing and, of course, paying attentions like the others Gryffindor around.
Harry's face lit up. He couldn't believe it. It was a lot. He was an about to get to know his dad better. He started fantasizing about it even when it was still closed, and without a key. Unbelievable.
‘But it is close’ whisper in a hit of reality.
‘Oh my… if only we had a charm for that’’ told him, ironically, Hermione.
‘Yeah… I know’ replied Harry with the wand up on his hand.
‘WAIT’, said Ron a little bit scary. ‘We should be opening ANOTHER diary? After last year?’
They think on that for a minute, but…
‘It’s my dad’s diary.’ Affirmed Harry, as nothing could happen, and then he said Alohomora’.
The padlock fell but also, from the interior of the diary, a golden heart shape locket. Harry picked up the objects from the floor and observed the necklace. Was old, and looked expensive. Hermione, boldly, with the support of Ginny, opened the diary and both stared to reading it. While Harry opened the locket expecting a picture of his parent, or, at least, of his mother. But no. There were two strangers on a picture and a handwriting note on the other side. Confused, and a little bit sad, examined it. The note said ‘I hate you, Potter’ in other way the couple on the picture apparently where on a fancy party, she looked angry but he doesn’t. He was trying to grab her hand while she was pushing him away.
Hermione y Ginny exchanged worried glances. Confused. They were reading about a Potter, but not exactly James. Some girl named…
‘Harry… do you know someone called Juliette?’ Asked Hermione.
Harry denied.
‘These people are no my parents’ told to them showing the necklace. ‘Give me that’
Hermione pass him the diary and Harry started to reading it with impatience.
‘This diary is propriety of Juliette Potter. If you find it (and you are not me) WHY YOU OPENED IT? It was locked for a reason. Second, please return it back to me, Juliette, or to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Under any circumstance NOT give it to JAMES POTTER!’ If it doesn’t bother you, DON’T READ IT.
‘So… she was…?’
‘Maybe your dad’s cousin?’
‘I don’t know. I mean… anyone told me anything about any Juliette. And if she was my… something, why them send me with the Dursley?’.
‘I… I don’t know but come on, don’t stop. Read it’.
Harry took a deep breath and change the page to the next one. There was a lot of drawings. A lot of flowers and trees. More sketches until a full page of letters. She was journaling the day. It was the 5th August 1972.
‘Mom, James and I came to the Diagonal Ally to bought my stuff for Hogwarts. Yeah, you would remember, my dear D, THAT THIS IS GOING TO BE MY FIRST YEAR ON THE SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY.
The most important thing today, after my vanilla and candy ice cream, is that I’m finally going to have my WAND. Im so so so so so excited. Jamie said there's no wand like another. They are all different as the people who own them. And mom told me that the wand is the one that chooses you. Oh… it's all so interesting.
James goes to Hogwarts too, but he’s on the second year now so he can join the Quidditch team and mom is going to bought him a new broom today. Another one. He owns more brooms than anything else. Even more brooms than clothes. But its ok. He’s good at Quidditch.
I’m not. But I have interest in different stuff. Like reading or potion making… like my gramps. Well I like to paint too, and dance, and cook, and pottery, also I like music but I’m terrible at singing.
Anyway, I’M SO SO SO NERVIOUS’.
Harry had a chill running his body. His eyes were wet. He had an aunt. Juliette was his father sister. And no one told a thing about her. NOTHING. He was furious. His emotions were a roller coaster. What if she was dead? What if she doesn’t like him? And… What if she blamed him for the death of James? Harry wished that Hermione had never found that stupid diary. He not needed another preoccupation. God. But now he has it.
‘Just one person must know. HE KNOWS.’
‘He didn’t said anything before’.
‘He’s gonna’, replied looking to the principal of Hogwarts, the professor Dumbledore.