Going through boxes she finds something that had belonged to her grandmother: a simple leather bound journal she never thought much of. She opens it cautiously, and finds the pages within it blank. She thinks to toss it across the room, and knows that if Draco were here he would cast it into the fire. Instead she casts a revelio, watching in surprise as the ink comes to life. Satisfied it is not another dark artifact, Hermione flips slowly through the pages. The life of Jean Granger unfolds before her. Her familiar scrawl is accented with little mementos and tokens—photographs, movie tickets, dried flowers, locks of hair. 