[The Journal of Hermione Jean Granger]
19 January
Dear Harry,
This time last week I didn't know if I would actually ever see Ron again and now he's back at the castle and somehow I think things still aren't as right as they should be it's better now we're taking it one day at a time.
He doesn't trust me. I mean, he probably trusts me in the sense that he can count on me to watch his back, just like I've never lost that trust in him.
But I don't think he trusts me with your wishes.
We said such awful things to each other in Europe.
Did you ever think your best friends would come to this?
We're almost ready to move our base. It's going to be soon. Your parents' house still needs a lot of work and it's going to take some time to get Neville's greenhouse back and running again, but we'll survive it. We always do.
Don't let me forget about Penny. I still have her last letter. I can't answer it until we move.
I find myself thinking too much these days. My mind races with thoughts and plans and I want to approach Ron about the key. He must have it. He has to have it still. He has to see that it is getting to the point where this is our last chance.
I'm braving Diagon Alley tomorrow, Harry; wish me luck. We need some supplies and three new cauldrons.
Like I always do: If something happens to me while I'm gone and someone finds this journal.... Tell Ron I'm sorry for our rows. For all of them that we've ever had.