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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-12-31T09:51:00</title>
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    <content type="html">Not at all. My life this year was unfortunate, unstable, and unhappy. I had no idea Professor Dumbledore would die, I had no idea that Harry would be introduced to the secrets of Voldemorts past, and overall, I had no idea that the chances the of me coming back next year were slim to none. This year hurt so many of us emotionally, but also some physically when it came to fighting against death eaters within our own halls. I simply can not believe all that has happened, I mean, many of us were also proven wrong with Snape’s betrayal.  If anything, I would just like this year to end on a good note. I want to go home for summer, and not worry about all that has happened. I want to be able to come back to school the next year with high hopes of graduating first in the class, and I want to see Harry ok, and be able to relax. I know this will not happen though, it is a part of life now, a never ending battle zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;182 Words&lt;br /&gt;HP Fandom&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-12-17T11:06:00</title>
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    <content type="html">kar•ma&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;1. Hinduism &amp; Buddhism. The total effect of a person's actions and conduct during the successive phases of the person's existence, regarded as determining the person's destiny.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fate; destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma, not one of my favorite aspects of Hinduism and Buddhism, even though I am neither of them. &lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough though, I believe in Karma, what goes around comes around. It is simple one of those never ending circles of bad deeds and the deeds that punish you directly in return.&lt;br /&gt;Karma to say the very least, is being alive. You are going to mess up, you are going to say something you don not mean too, and you are going to hurt someone. And in return, of course, something will happen just as bad to you as you did to other. Chances are, you are human, and you will screw up. I have, and I am the biggest perfectionist you will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter Fandom&lt;br /&gt;156 Words&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-12-11T19:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-12T00:36:33Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me think. I do not have much to be happy for, the thing I love for has been cancelled. My idol has been killed, and everything that I stand for has been destroyed by the scum of humanity. What is there to be happy for in this? The feeling of being utterly alone in a world of cruel wizards and rivaling people is not happiness, but insecurity. The feeling of knowing that anyone you talk tot can be the enemy is no happiness, but the feeling of loosing all trust to everything you once loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, though, there is one thing I can be happy for. Our well-being. Harry is alive, which is more than I could have hoped for considering the circumstances. Ron and his family are all alive, though not all of them in the best of shape. My parents are fine, not that they have any idea what’s going on, and as for myself, I am alive and conscience of my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;HP Fandom</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-12-04T12:17:00</title>
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    <content type="html">“I love you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione sits in an empty common room in her seventh year, as snow gracefully falls outside a frosted window. A fire is lit and only a few students linger there, seeing how the hour is late. Her hand in front of her face, she thinks about all the opportunities she had to say three words that could have possibly changed her life and the significant others without a doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images of moments in time flash before her eyes, embarrassing and wonderful all the same.  Her eyes wander to the darkening fire place and a moment of silence falls over the common room as the final students slowly make their way to the dorms. “This would be the perfect moment to say it If he was actually here,” she thought to herself. Standing up, she picks up her book, at the portrait hole opens, and there he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count:150&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger &lt;br /&gt;HP Fandom</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-11-25T17:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-25T22:14:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Dear Hermione Granger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Hermione Granger, have been given the opportunity to write to you, well me, but as a child from my adult stand point. This is of course a great chance for me to address some concerns from my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, study much harder than I did in hopes of succeeding with better than perfect in the classes we will take or have taken. Please cherish each moment with mum and dad because a year away can seem like a very long time without them. Second, I would like you to please stay the way you are, because you are wonderful in my eyes, and my childhood could not have been any better. Lastly, Hermione, do not go looking for love, because I promise you it will come from the most different and unimaginably places. You will be very glad you took this advice; I wish I had all of it when I was younger; it may have saved me a lot of heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, &lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger, Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione&lt;br /&gt;HP Fandom&lt;br /&gt;174</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-11-13T19:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-14T00:22:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">“Do you think this looks real enough?” Hermione said eyeing a painting of a foggy harbor occupied by a few small boats. “Hermione who cares, you already have the highest grade in here!” sad Ron loudly. She sneered at him, and added a few more details to the painting, using her wand to correct mistakes. She smiled as she wiped off her SuperBrush 3000 and set it in the jar of liquid next to her canvas. “It looks quite good if I must say so myself, I mean look I followed all of the directions, its practically perfect, well except for this..” she trailed off painting over a few things. Ron rolled his eyes in dismay, and continued painting what looked like stick figures on a white canvas. He hummed looking over Hermione’s shoulder at the almost perfect painting, perfect marks would be her score no doubt in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;HP Fandom&lt;br /&gt;Word count: 150</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-10-29T08:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-29T12:49:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">One looks in the mirror almost everyday, analyzing complexion, picking what the faults we find in ourselves. Another one may look in the mirror and cry, because they see a failure, another may look in the mirror and laugh because some how the person staring back at them has overcome all obstacles and stared danger right in the eye. I, however, look in the mirror and see nothing more or less then just me, Hermione Granger. I see nothing special in my looks, just a frizzy-haired pale girl with ordinary eyes and a ordinary nose. I have no extraordinary features that people are just dying to have either. I can honestly say that when I do look in the mirror, I pick out my faults and weigh them against my somewhat appealing features, and I can walk away smiling because I am neither this or that, I am simple myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;150 words&lt;br /&gt;HP Fandom</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-10-11T20:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-12T00:28:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I need to forgive Ron. I need to forgive him for everything he’s done, though I do think he has to apologize first, or at least that’s usually how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what I have to forgive him for, well that’s one of those long dramatic depressing stories you find in the back of a shop on Diagon Alley. I won’t tell it all in fear of boring the reader and depressing myself. Simply put, Ron, however not meaning to harm me, hurt me pretty badly, emotionally of course. It just happened so quickly and not at what I’d call a good time. With midterms and worrying about, other things, my head was already spinning, but hearing Ronny-kins every five bloody minutes did not help the situation what so ever. I don’t expect him to apologize, guys don’t seem to big on that in the first place, with their egos and such. I figure I need to forgive eventually, he was one of my best friends after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;HP Fandom&lt;br /&gt;169 words</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-09-30T20:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-01T00:36:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Self-doubt, doubting ones ability to achieve a goal or dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a girl whose life is run by self-doubt; it’s what keeps me always striving for perfection. There have been times when it has gotten the best of me, when I;ve become so absorbed In my thoughts of my inability that I forget what I’ve even set out to do; but there are also times when I have overcome the worst of self-doubt in both school and social things. For sometime I was known as the school loving geek. Actually I still am considered that to tell you the truth. Personally I think their all mad for not wanting to try harder. Anyway, Fourth Year, I was in the state of mind thinking that there was no way I would ever find a date to the Yule Ball. My thoughts of that consumed my life, it actually came before school. It was then however, that I met a boy who helped me get over my self doubt that I would die a single nerd. It was then that I realized that yea, I have a chance to be with someone, a important and lovely someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;195</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-09-18T08:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-18T12:51:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The one thing I would ask every single person I met would be when and where are you going to betray me as a friend, and what will you do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like an odd question to ask, but I have recently had an epiphany. Not everyone you meet is going to like you, and the ones that do, the ones that can tolerate you, won’t be there forever. They still love you but there is going to be a time when friends are going to have to say goodbye to one another and just move on.  It’s that point, the point in which your world will seem like it is falling down around you, but instead of diverting your life to chocolate and locking yourself in your room, you should be thinking about why they did, and are they going to have some grudge against you and tell the whole world you sleep in footy pajamas? I like to think of it as a new start, with many little interferences getting in your way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply want to know when and where because it would better prepare me for when it happens. Also, I’d be more careful about what I would say, knowing what the future holds for us as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Granger&lt;br /&gt;213 words&lt;br /&gt;HP fandom</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-09-04T10:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T14:55:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Mysteries are defined to me as the most obnoxious thing ever. Something that is hard to figure out and aren’t probably going to be found out in a book or just by asking a teacher for help. Mysteries are something that eat at you when you try to sleep, or stop you form homework when your awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, in the world that I happen to live in, mysteries loom over us like a shadow or clouds on a rainy day. There are inescapable. I have run into many things that are unexplainable, things that are life changing that things like why doesn’t Ronald understand his homework yet?  But there are some things that stay with you. What is the Department of Mysteries? Why Harry? Why me? I can’t explain what the Department of Mysteries is for...that ones still gets me everyday because I think about walking through those dark corridors, the flickering blue candles, and the objects with no names and eery glows. They remain locked behind closed doors in the deepest darkest spots on the Ministry, and I have no idea what they are for. It kills me now not being able to solve these mysteries, it really does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Granger&lt;br /&gt;Hp&lt;br /&gt;201 Words</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-08-29T19:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T23:59:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T23:59:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Seeing that I can’t account for every gift I have ever given a person, this one may be a little harder to answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually give people and friends things that will actually be useful, and not end up at the bottom of an old rusty trunk for years at a time. For Harry and Ron, planners and broom kits come in handy because I know that either they will want to use them or I will force them too, such as for the planner, those really are quite nifty. Anyway, the more interesting gifts I give to my parents, who aren’t use to the magical type things, like moving photos and miniature people flying throughout your living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my first year I also wasn’t accustom to these extraordinary objects, so when it came to buying Christmas gifts I was willing to spend much to impress my parents with what we have and what I had learned. I ended up buying a set of books on Magical Creatures and Pets, filled with moving pictures and objects that came up at you and such. Of course, my parents being Muggles, they were highly amused by this. It was a wonderful gift for them I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.G&lt;br /&gt;Hp Fandom&lt;br /&gt;205 Words</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-08-21T10:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-21T14:20:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-21T14:46:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I’ve said a lot of things out of anger before, when your under as much stress as I am, a lot of things come out the wrong the way. Amazingly though, I would not take any of the things I have said back. At least I can’t remember anything I would want to take back in the first place.  There has been many times where I have yelled at Harry and Ron about the stupid things they do, or the homework they don’t do.  I always feel quite horrible afterwards, of course, but by some miracle I hope that through my, err, anger that they get my point. I highly doubt they do though. Anyways if there was one time that I would take anything back it would be the time I yelled at Harry for being the ‘hero’. Yes I think I may take that back. Though I didn’t really yell, I was just a bit annoyed after him yelling at me, I shouldn’t have said it, Ron either. I’ve always felt really awful for that one; yet, I don’t even know if I would take it back all the way, maybe it helped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;HP&lt;br /&gt;195</content>
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    <title>Betrayal</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T14:06:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: #606060; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;To be false or disloyal to: betrayed their cause; betray one's better nature. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Betrayal, it hurts like hell. My story of ‘betrayal’ is not you normal leaving one side to go to another. Mines more like someone knowing something but then leaving me for someone else, even though it wasn’t ever really official.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m sure he knew that I had ‘feelings’ for him, I mean I’ve made it pretty obvious don’t you think? Well anyway this year comes around and somebody else, just up and out of the blue, decides that they also like him…come on what is that? Yes well they start going out, they being Ronald and Lavender, and are all over each other everywhere. By this time those who didn’t knew that I liked him knew very well. Of course all of this hurt like, I can’t even explain. I mean, I truly did like him and he knew damn well, I guess it just wasn’t mean to be? I don’t know but this is the story of my somewhat betrayal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-08-06T14:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-06T18:12:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-06T18:12:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I remember sitting In the first row and center seat my first day of school, is most of my classes. I remember being the only one that was able to complete all the of the assigned tasks without blowing anything up. I remember being the only student within the school walls that had read all of the books we were to read in class, before we even got there.  I remember most of all feeling some pride in knowing that all the knowledge I had gathered actually helped someone when it came to the end of the year, first year, and every year following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’m getting at is I believe my greatest strength is to be able to take in as much as I can, and then use it and apply to where I and others really need it most. I’m not the most ‘fit’ person, I actually am not very fit at all, I let others deal with that while I do the more brainy work. Its an ok plan I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione G.&lt;br /&gt;176&lt;br /&gt;Hp Fandom</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-07-30T12:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-30T16:46:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">“Secrets don’t make friends!” was words to live by growing up. There were always those snotty girls always running around wanting to everyone and everything and what everyone was to be doing. Rather obnoxious but anyway, I suppose I learned at a young age that there are certain things that are to be kept to yourself and other that aren’t to be hidden. It was finding that fine line that was the hardest. You learn form your mistakes, and after many years I had found that line of what to tell and what to keep. The question I am being asked now, “The one thing about yourself you don’t want anyone to know” is one of those things that sit on the confidential side of the line along with a few other choice secrets. I’m not about to spill to the world my greatest secret, not that it’s a life changer or anything. Actually to tell you the truth its not that big at all, I just like to think of it as something as my own and that I would prefer no one else to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;HP Fandom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187 words</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-07-24T12:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-24T16:53:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-24T16:53:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite time day would have to be the evening, right before sunset just when the sun sits right about the horizon, they sky glows. Its absolutely gorgeous then, with the stars coming to show, and moon dimly glowing over the lake. Of course I never get to see it any more, between me finishing the loads of homework for the next day, eating a reasonably large dinner, showering and helping Harry and Ron with their homework, there just isn’t time anymore. Though I do enjoy all the commotion, hearing the gossip (not that I am into that at all), listening to Ron fuss about, and watching all the first years. Rather amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s the homework, which of course is a royal pain in the arss, though I get it done, and, well, I get it done with perfect grades. It’d very satisfying , knowing that while your not watching the sunset, and your sitting inside your room with books everywhere, you hair a mess, that you are actually in some way helping yourself so that maybe someday you will get to see that sunset. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;The HP fandom&lt;br /&gt;186 words</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-07-16T17:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-16T21:41:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">My house is probably one of the more typical muggle homes of today’s muggle society. I have lived, unfortunately, in the same house my whole life, with little or no changes being made to it since the day I was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located in a small neighborhood, filled with all muggle’s, it’s a very friendly place from Mrs. Lucia walking her dog and dropping of cookies to the noises of the little kids down the street playing their games of hide and go seek, which is still a very popular muggle game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house itself is brick, one story, and very cozy.  My room is very typical, painted pink and has books stacked to the ceiling. They’ve always been there, and have all been read through at least ten times now, not including the times they were read when we were away from home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the house is the same, a regular kitchen, a bathroom connected to the living room and my parents room. A computer sits in the far left corner of the living room also, which I’ve learned to love, even though a witch could do the things a computer can five times faster.</content>
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    <title>The first time I saw...</title>
    <published>2005-07-09T19:11:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The first time I saw the famous Harry Potter was on the Hogwarts Express, cabin 5, with a window seat. Dressed in what looked like a large kid’s shirt and ripped jeans, obviously hand me downs, he sat gazing out the window. Of course not knowing who he was when I entered the small cabin I simply asked for what I was looking for, pointed out a few things to who I now know as Ronald Weasley, and kindly sat down. It was then that I realized the quiet stranger to be Harry Potter. Scar and all I was very amused by this.  I had read many books on the subject, well him, my favorite one being Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century. Amused by situation, but not wanting to looks amused, I held my position and acted to what I though to be, very professional. Of course I later found out what their opinions were. Ah well.</content>
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    <title>obstacles</title>
    <published>2005-06-27T23:26:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">First, which kind, physical or emotional? One must know these things before answering a question intelligently. Though, I guess I could answer it both ways, making it a more complete answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Emotionally, the obstacles in my life have been more than some could bare, some more hard then some could hear. I’ve been through everything, from deaths of loved ones to being stuck in the hospital wing for days on end due to numerous accidents.  The most emotionally challenging obstacle I have faced however is not the deaths of loved ones, or being locked in a hospital wings, but seeing my friends in their tragic states after these accidents. Obviously we have all almost overcome these feelings, but when things are at their worse, it is just awful. Seeing your best friends crying on your shoulder for hours on end, seeing your boyfriends parents worked up over almost losing you to the dark side of magic, its to much to handle.  Of course, with time and many potions, you seem to come through. It seems like ever since I have come to this school things only want to get worse, and yet I do not regret ever coming here. I feel that even though things may have been so horrible I wanted to lay down and die, that they have made me a much stronger person. That’s always a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	As for physically overcoming an obstacle, there have been to many. I have been stuck in many situations on many occasions, but the worst would have to be when we were in fifth year, in the department of mysteries. Between the screams of loved ones to the laughing of horrible witched and wizards, to the death of Sirius, overcoming this obstacle was a trial. We did though, all of alive, except for one.</content>
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    <title>Blue</title>
    <published>2005-06-19T18:16:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-19T18:16:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hermione had been sitting in the Hogs Head, accompanied by Ginny, Ron, and Harry. The small pub was filling up quickly, which was unusual do to the state of the pub. After taking a sip of her butter beer, she got up, followed by Ron. Saying good-bye to Harry and Ginny, they left. The air outside was cool and breezy, but comfortable. The sun was sitting just above the horizon as they made their way out of Hogsmeade, and towards the large lake on the outskirts of the grounds. Neither of them said a word, maybe because it was too serene to ruin it. They walked slowly as they approached the flat lake. A tree sat on the edge of the lake, where they went and sat. Hermione, resisting her urge to pull out a book, laid her head back against the tree. She looked out across the lake, “It’s bluer than it usually is…maybe it’s the cold or something” Ron said quietly. Hermione nodded gently, now resting her head on his shoulder. She was slowly falling asleep as the sun set beyond the lake. The sky turned from a pale red, to a misty blue within what seemed like minutes, the sun disappearing beyond the hilly horizon. He placed a kiss on her forehead as she fell deeper into her sleep.  Ron smiled gently, and rested his head upon hers, looking out onto the lake.</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-06-14T09:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-14T13:29:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">“Well, what do you mean alone first. Do you mean, as in physically, such as being locked by yourself in a room or emotionally, where you’re with everyone but you don’t connect? I don’t think I have actually ever been physically alone for a long amount of time, maybe a few hours, but that’s not really alone. Emotionally I have, maybe times actually. Who would want to befriend the smarty pants in the front row with the big hair? Only someone in desperate need for homework help, and of course Ron and Harry, though they didn’t do that until after we were half way through the first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	First year was the loneliest year no doubt. Ron thought I was simply mad, and Harry, well he lost as it was. I found myself reading al time, more than usual. In the dorms I had the back bed, the girls weren’t that friendly in the first place. Yes it wasn’t till after the whole troll thing did things start coming around. Till then I was quite the loner.”</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-05-31T09:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-31T13:12:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Pride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Pride, I seem to have a lot of that for some reason. I've always been told that I was the know it all, the one that was just so sure of herself. Well, I am a know it all, and I know it. And I am sure of myself, I'm sure of that. Though there are a few moments that stick out in mind when was the most proud of myself, when I felt like there was nothing anyone could to make me feel awful, or low. Now to some this may sound dumb, but it was first year. Yes, first year, and I came into this school knowing more than some of the older students themselves! I felt the proudest when I came out at the end of the first year, with nothing lower than A's, while my classmates, even Harry, had not done as well. Yes I know it sounds selfish, and conceided, but you asked"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger/Harry Potter</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-05-09T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T00:29:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Which are you more afraid of: Being too gullible and believing things that aren't true, or being too skeptical and missing out on something important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		“Oh, being too skeptical!  I’ve always had this thing, and I don’t mean to, but I’ve always thought that what I say is most likely, and for the most part it is, right. I don’t like to take others peoples word for things; I’ve ended up missing an assignment once in our first year, Herbology to be exact. I listened to Ron, who for once told me the right assignment, Well, me being the, um, more keen to be correct person didn’t listen. The next day I felt so embarrassed, I never have late assignments!  Oh well, that’s done and over, but I’m so worried that one of these days, my pride will get the best me and I’ll miss something big! Like an essay or something! I’m sure being gullible has its faults also, but I’m not to worried about that, I’m probably the least gullible person around, I’m well aware of what to believe and what to discard.”</content>
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    <title>brainsb4beauty @ 2005-05-01T10:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-01T14:09:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Write a ficlet on the theme of "trust".&lt;br /&gt;      Hermione sat up in her room at 12 Grimmauld Place. An assortment of people were rummaging throughout the house, fixing old lamps, dusting little nooks, signing paper work. Mrs. Weasley had just been up, informing the kids that they were to stay upstairs until the meetings for the day were finished. Hermione nodded as she walked out, and she returned to her book. With a "crack" Fred and George plopped in right in between her and Ginny's bed. Ginny gasped as Hermione just looked up. "Wait for it" they said in unison as Mrs. Weasley screamed, "Boys! What have I told you?" They laughed, they were quite use to it by now. "Alright girls, I think we got it all figured out. These Extendable Ears are ready to get back into the action, anyone want to try 'em out with us?" they asked. Ginny sprang up, "Yea, why not? You coming Hermione?" Hermione threw done her book, and sat up, "Well, I have nothing better to do as of now, sure." &lt;br /&gt;      The four of them went down a flight of stair, and onto the landing above the door of where the meeting was to be held. The twins dropped the ears, and slip them under the door. "Ok, listen up" they said. Hermione could hear Professor Lupin talking, "Well, Severus, I trust that you know all the necessary procedures, and that you will not mess it up!" Hermione looked at Ginny, knowing that that probably wasn't the wisest thing to say to Snape. They heard random curse's  being thrown at eachother when they heard a familiar voice. "I can trust all of you to get along, am I correct? " they voice said with a small chuckle. "Yuo all are here to fight one of your most important battles...the last thing you need to do if fight amony each other!" the voice said. The twins looked at eachother, "Dumbledore."</content>
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