a/n: well, this is my first Harry Potter fic, and well... to tell you frankly, my story is weird. I tried to stick to the real story/ plot of the book, but I just found it depressing so I just twisted a few things a bit, so if you find it ugly or disturbing, DON'T FLAME ME PLEASE...... I just like to tell you, there will be almost no Voldemort and Sirius since I really accept the fact that he died wails. Some things are the same and some are different. Not much new characters, of course HG/HP. RW/CC, kinda different ship, although not until later, the first few chapters will be Ron/ Parvati, the usual lot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!!!! I'm just a young little 14-year-old 'muggle' who wants her readers to enjoy the story, in short: I own nothing!!!!
warning: there's too much (author's note) I talk too much, anyway... I'll try not to put too much of those D
about the mirror, just my opinion... tell if you kinda agree
REMINDERS: If you don't like it and you want to flame me for it, let me tell you, SHUT YOU MOUTH THEN!! I'M NOT ACCEPTING FLAMES!!
Summary: Harry, 16, likes his best friend, Hermione. Hermione likes him too. The problem is, they won't admit it. However, as time flies by, they finally found the courage to admit it. Shortly afterwards, when everything was going on fine, Harry found out that he might be unsure of his feelings...
Legend: "talking" 'thinking' letter content "strong words" 'strong thoughts' (beautiful author)
Privet Drive still remained the same. It's similar houses, elegant cars and its gleaming lawns, clean parks and well, big dumb bullies that is better known as Dudley Dursley's gang.
However, there were still changes like Harry.
He isn't the skinny and small boy we used to know.
Now, he has changed a lot. Standing six feet tall, with a perfect body any girl would die for; Dudley was so jealous of this so he and his gang tried to beat Harry so often but now, Harry wouldn't resist fighting them and even sometimes provoke them.
Still, our super handsome Harry hasn't changed that much. His hair was still very untidy and he ruffled it every now and then. His bright green eyes remained as bright as ever behind his round glasses.
On a cheerful and sunny day our story starts...
"Hurry up, boy!" shouted uncle Vernon, banging the door of 16- year- old Harry Potter.
Harry lazily got out of bed and grabbed his glasses from his bedside table. He looked at the calendar beside his bed. 'Great! Two more days until I return to Hogwarts' Harry thought.
Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle, continued to bang on the door. "Boy! Wake up, Now!!!!!" he bellowed.
Harry groaned and shouted back "I'm already up!"
He quickly changed to a pair of jeans, which is, like Harry's other clothes, old and too big for him since they once belonged to Dudley, and a lightly loose green shirt.
He put in his new Nike sneakers; he had started buying new clothes for himself because he didn't really like Dudley's style of clothes.
He opened his window in case Hedwig came in, which was allowed by his uncle to be set free only because he couldn't stand the racket she was making.
Harry came to the kitchen where the Dursleys were eating breakfast and didn't even look up as Harry sat down beside the enormous Dudley.
He quietly ate his toast and dashed back to his room as quickly as he can before the Dursleys give him tons of chores, which, he thought grimly, they will give him anyway.
He went inside his room and saw Hedwig with a roll of parchment tied to her foot.
Harry quickly untied the roll of parchment and read:
Dear Harry,
How are you? I hope your summer holiday was ok. Anyway, Ron and I are going to Diagon Alley on Saturday to buy our new Hogwarts stuff. Well, I really hope you will be able to make it. I'll wait for your reply. I hope to see you in Diagon Alley.
Love from,
Hermione
Harry smiled at the letter and kept the letter in the drawer of his study table and pulled a new piece of parchment from his trunk. He wrote:
Dear Hermione,
I'm just fine here. Okay, I'll meet the two of you tomorrow at Diagon Alley. Don't worry about how I will go there; I'll take The Knight Bus. Meet you there!
Harry
Harry looked at the letter. Hermione Granger was his other best friend besides Ron Weasley and is really in love with her.
Harry tied the letter to Hedwig's outstretched leg and held out his hand to pat her head.
"Okay Hedwig, give this to Hermione. I'll be at Diagon Alley with them tomorrow so be sure to be back tomorrow, okay?" he said.
Hedwig hooted and flapped her wings. She flew out the window as his uncle shouted.
"Harry! Go down this instant!!" he bellowed. Harry did as he was told and went down.
Uncle Vernon was waiting for him at the foot of the stairs. "Well boy, I'll just tell you that tomorrow we, Petunia, Dudley, and me, are going to visit Marge and we're not taking you." He said.
Harry smiled; he'll do anything just to stop him from seeing Aunt Marge's big face.
"We won't leave you alone in this house because you might do something to it due to your... abnormality" Vernon paled at the mention of Harry's 'abnormality' and pointed a fat finger at him.
"So if I were you, find someone to stay with or stay on the streets!" he warned Harry.
Harry looked back at him "Don't worry, I'll be going to Diagon Alley tomorrow" he said.
Vernon's eyes narrowed "What is this alley crap?" he asked in a hushed voice.
"It's where I buy my Hog-"
"OKAY, OKAY!! JUST SHUT UP!! JUST GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!" Vernon shouted as he pulled Harry by his neck and threw him at the back yard
"Make sure that the lawn is mowed and the bushes trimmed, everything should be nice and neat or else you won't have any supper" Harry nodded.
Harry looked at his uncle's huge retreating back and started working...
Hermione
Tap. Tap. Tap
Hermione opened her bedroom window to let Hedwig in.
She hurriedly untied Harry's letter, eager to read his reply.
Dear Hermione,
I'm just fine here. Okay, I'll meet the two of you tomorrow at Diagon Alley. Don't worry about how I will go there; I'll take The Knight Bus. Meet you there!
Harry
Hermione smiled and petted Hedwig. "Thank you Hedwig. Go back to Harry, he must be waiting for you," she said.
She watched Hedwig soar out of the window and resumed packing her Hogwarts stuff.
Hermione has changed a lot too.
Sure, she was still obsessed in her studies and her best material pal is her textbook.
But now, she has wavy brown locks instead of bushy hair. She also has the perfect body, with curves in the right places.
She placed Hogwarts, a History inside her trunk and put her quills and parchments too.
She picked up Harry's letter again and smiled. Tomorrow, she will be going to Diagon
Alley with Harry, the boy she always liked. Sure, she likes Harry more than a best friend but she is too afraid to tell it because he might just reject her or something.
'Besides' she thought 'He might already like another girl, which, is probably not me'
'I'm just his best friend' she thought grimly.
And for another reason, she's afraid that Harry might not only reject her but he might not be her friend anymore.
Hermione resumed packing her things. 'Whatever'
Harry
Harry saw Hedwig fly to his room and continued to pull out the weeds beside the flowerbeds.
He mowed the grass, trimmed the flowerbeds, and made sure everything is neat and nice, as his Uncle Vernon has ordered.
"Harry! Harry! Come here!!" yelled Petunia.
"Coming. Coming" replied a very tired and dirty Harry.
"Wash the windows; I want those squeaky clean before we leave tomorrow" she ordered.
Harry nodded and picked up the pail and the rag and washed the windows.
It was already dinnertime when his aunt called him and he gladly walked to the dinning room.
After he ate dinner, he quickly went to his room as the Dursleys watched Dudley's hideous play on tape; he was Romeo in 'Romeo and Juliet'
Harry closed the door and packed his Hogwarts stuff into his trunk and locked Hedwig safely on her cage.
He put his new muggle clothes inside his trunk and saw the small shattered mirror from Sirius.
He smiled at it and wrapped it carefully with one of his scarves.
'If I used this, I would be able to talk to him personally, I wouldn't have used the fire in Umbridge's office and believed Kreacher, he would still be alive...' he thought as he placed it inside his trunk which was unusually spacious without the Firebolt.
He dumped all his books inside, his Potions essay on Aconite, his History of Magic homework, and his quills, parchments and his inkbottle.
Harry picked up his list of books for his sixth year.
He stuffed it in his trunk and checked around his room if he forgot anything.
When at last he checked and double-checked everything and every corner of his room, he drifted to a peaceful sleep dreaming about Hogwarts and a certain best friend of his.
Next morning
Harry woke up at 6 o' clock a.m. He quickly showered and changed into a black shirt and a pair of pants.
He checked his trunk for the last time and safely locked it again. He went down to breakfast.
His Uncle Vernon was putting their luggage inside the car; his aunt was making mountains of sandwiches for Dudley who was greedily eating all the bacon on the table.
Harry grabbed a piece of bread, picked up his trunk, and bid the Dursleys goodbye.
"So I'll be seeing you this summer," said Harry slowly to Uncle Vernon. Vernon grunted and Harry walked out.
He stopped and stuck out his wand hand to flag down The Knight Bus. There was a loud bang and the purple triple- decker bus appeared in front of him.
"Hey 'Arry" greeted Stan the conductor. "Hey, er... to Leaky Cauldron please" said Harry.
Stan helped Harry with his trunk and there was another deafening bang and before
Harry knew it; he was already in Leaky Cauldron (I don't know if the knight bus is that fast)
He bid Stan and Ernie good-bye and grabbed something to eat at the pub.
He took a room in the Leaky Cauldron and looked forward to a good meal.
When he finished his eggs and tomatoes and every last drop of his pumpkin juice was gone, he went back to his room to get his booklist.
Harry stuffed his booklist inside his pocket and went inside Diagon Alley and went to Gringotts.
Harry spotted Hermione eating ice cream at Florean Fortescue with Ron. He rushed to them.
"Hi Harry!" greeted Hermione and gave him a grin. "Hey, mate" greeted Ron.
Harry smiled at them both "Hello" he greeted them and grabbed a chair to join them.
Soon, they went to Flourish and Blotts to buy their new schoolbooks and to Apothecary to replenish their potion ingredients. They bought parchments and quills and went back to
Leaky Cauldron to buy some drinks and chat about their summer holiday
"We went to Romania to visit Charlie. It was fun, we saw many kinds of dragons, and it was fascinating. I reckon Hagrid would come with us if we asked to." Ron said.
Hermione spoke about her holiday too, "I went to Paris with my parents. For the first time in my life, I stopped worrying about school work" she said.
Harry and Ron stared at her unbelievingly.
"Okay. That's a first," said Ron. Hermione glared at him but continued with her story.
"So, shopping there must have put school work out of my mind for a while" she said "How about you Harry, how's your holiday?" she asked Harry.
"Well, nothing interesting. The Dursleys, still the same, giving me chores and everything" Harry shrugged.
Hermione frowned at this 'those despicable Dursleys, tiring Harry. I bet they didn't even know how much pain Harry's going through, they were supposed to help him not tire him to death; and they were supposed to be his family' she thought grimly as Harry and Ron talked about Quiditch.
She glanced at Harry 'so happy yet so hurt inside (who wouldn't be with a family like the Dursleys, I hate them!!) and he is still accepting the fact that Sirius died, who is his only relative. I wish I could just hug him tight and say that he just can't face his problems alone, that I could tell him that Ron and I will be there for him. I will be there for him...'
"Er... Hermione, are you there?" asked Harry waving a hand in front of her.
Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and faced Harry, looking surprised.
"Harry!" she blurted out in surprise as if she had just seen him. Harry looked at her and Ron sniggered.
"Yeah, I'm Harry. It's nice to see you too, Hermione. It was nearly thirty minutes since I last saw you" he joked and received a glare from Hermione as Ron started to laugh louder
"Are you ok Hermione?" asked Harry noticing that Hermione started to blush. "No... I mean yes... I was just thinking" she replied. 'Oh Hermione, you're such a jerk!!' her mind screamed.
After chatting with them a few more they went off to bed.
Hermione locked the door behind her and threw herself in bed. 'Oh no, I'm such a big jerk.' She thought burying her face in her pillow.
'I'm so embarrassed, why am I thinking of him anyway?' she asked herself.
She took a deep breath and thought 'Oh my gosh! I hope Harry doesn't think I'm a big goof in front of him; maybe he's laughing at me right now'
She thought of Harry's reaction 'Ha! That Hermione, such an idiot' she buried her face in her pillow once more and banged her fist on the bed
'No! Harry is not like that; he's your friend, best friend in fact' her mind said. She lifted herself from bed and sat down near the window.
'Best friend, yes... he's your best friend. He will not laugh at your actions or words cause he's your best friend.' She thought but the little voice in her mind disagreed with her.
'Why, though, as if you don't want to be his best friend... Only' said the voice in her head (which is crazy because talking to your self is crazy) Hermione sighed
'Because, he's kind, brave, good hearted, talented, a good friend, responsible and....' She stopped and went red.
'And what?' asked the nosy voice in her head.
'And good looking' Hermione added. 'Hah! So you admit it, you like Harry more than a friend!' said the voice (in her head, I'm getting tired writing that)
'Yes... I think.' Hermione thought. 'No, you love him don't you' said the voice.
'No! I think.' thought Hermione.
'You better think my dear.' said the voice. Hermione lay on her bed.
"This is so confusing!" she blurted out loud....
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