Hermione awoke with a start. Harry was asleep next to her in a pale blue- grey sleeping bag. She thought for awhile until she remembered the previous
few days:

**FLASHBACK**

"Her.mi.ne! Let.me.in! Her.mione!"

Hermione rushed to the door. That voice sounded so farmilliar.

"HER.MION.E!"

She opened the door. There, standing in front of her, was a soaking wet
Harry.

"Harry! What are you doing out there in this horrid storm?"

Harry only stood there. And then:

"Ran.way.Durs.leys.yet ag.ain. Aunt Pet.unia.Uncle Ver.Dud.ley.tried.ugh!"

And he colapsed. He was shaking from the cold. He was panting, and bleeding at his temple. Hermione dragged him in from outside. He woke up and said:

"Get.me.my.get.ge.wa.nd.kill.Dur.sleys"

Hermione shook hime and said:

"Harry? What happened?"

He groaned.and there was no response.

***3 HOURS LATER***

Hermione had toweled Harry off, laid him down on her couch, and covered him with a Gryffindor afghan. As she sat there, reading Hogwarts, A History for
the millionth time, Harry started to wake up.

"Hermione?", Harry whispered, " I want to tell you it all. All of what
happened at the Dursleys."

Harry's voice was still a little bit shaky, but it was definetly better
than before.

"Go ahead Harry. You can tell me"

Hermione looked into his bright, green eyes and sighed. Wow. Now that she
looked at him more closely than usually, he seemed a lot more.hot? No,
that wasn't the word. Just, cute, maybe?

"Well Hermione, it goes like this.well, I'll just say this, Hermione,
Dudley is a wizard and he has been accepted into Hogwarts for his first
year in September 2004."