A/N: This was a story I wrote a long time ago but never got to upload. Again, I don't own all this.

Chapter 1- Harry thinks, Hermione thinks and Voldemort thinks

This is going to be one of the worst summers ever thought fifteen year old Harry Potter as he dragged his trunk and Hedwig's cage into his personal house of horror known as Four Privet Drive. He was sure that at night, there would be some sort of nightmare featuring his godfather, Sirius Black die at the Department of Mysteries. Ever since Sirius' death, Harry couldn't stop thinking about the what-ifs. 'What if he had listened to Hermione, what if he had used the two way mirror Sirius had given him, what if Sirius hadn't taunted Bellatrix Lestrange, what if he had worked hard on Occulumency?' were common thoughts.

At the thought of Hermione, however, Harry realized that he no longer considered Hermione as a friend. Rather he had noticed her more developed figure especially in her chest and realized that he was in love with her. Although Hermione wasn't as short as she was when they had first met on the Hogwarts Express, she was still shorter than his now six foot frame. Harry kept thinking about his hidden desire to kiss Hermione but then thoughts of Ron kept entering his head too.

Ron Weasley. That was Harry's best friend other than Hermione and the one Harry thought was his greatest obstacle to dating Hermione. Harry wasn't sure if Ron had any warm feelings toward Hermione but he did have a temper and Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to have Ron angry with him again. Uncle Vernon's thoughts then cut through, interrupting Harry's thinking and bringing him back to reality.

"I don't want any of your freakish friends to drop by now you got that boy?" Uncle Vernon asked Harry while muttering something about inconsiderate and rude people who were members of the Order. "Are you listening to me now boy?" asked Uncle Vernon.

"Yes sir. They won't visit me," Harry answered while thinking about the various wizards and witches in the Order of the Phoenix, a secret organization formed by Dumbledore to fight against Lord Voldemort and his followers, known as Death Eaters. Harry had no longer harbored any ill feelings toward Dumbledore. At the end of his fifth year, sure Harry was angry but now he didn't even care anymore especially since he had more important things like the prophecy to think about.

The prophecy was going to be something that Harry would keep thinking about for the rest of the summer. All Harry wanted was to live a normal life like any teenager. He wanted to have a girlfriend, have best friends, play quidditch, go to school and worry about things like tests for his least favorite classes. Instead, he had to worry about killing one of the most evil wizards in history. An evil wizard who also wanted to have a mass genocide similar to the Holocaust. Harry sighed and continued to think about other topics.

Meanwhile in another part of England, sat a young woman who was fifteen years old. Her name was Hermione Granger and she was one of Harry Potter's best friends. At the moment, Hermione was reading her textbook on potions and trying to study but she couldn't concentrate. Her thoughts kept going to a certain raven haired, green-eyed seeker who was also her best friend. Hermione had become aware of her feelings toward Harry when she had first met him and Ron on the Hogwarts Express.

At first she thought her crush on Harry was nothing more than a simple schoolgirl crush but she had realized that she had loved Harry ever since the beginning of her fifth year at Hogwarts when Harry had quickly jumped to her aid when she was arguing with Professor Umbridge. As a result, Harry had gone through detention for her. Hermione had also noticed how gloomy and depressed after the events that occurred in the Ministry of Magic. It was times like those that Hermione wanted to hold Harry tight and comfort him but she knew Harry was strong.

With a sigh, Hermione pulled out her diary and started to write.

Dear Diary, July 5 1997

I have finally admitted my true feelings to myself. I love Harry Potter. There is no one who I love more. Victor was just a friend but things would have never worked between us. And Ron...? I don't know what to say anymore. I just think he is a thick headed person who won't admit his feelings to anyone until he gets jealous and angry when he sees the girl of his dreams with another guy. Then he will admit his feelings when its too late. Meanwhile, Harry on the other hand is different than most other guys.

Harry has been through so much hardships for a person his age. There are also certain traits which he has that makes him who he is. Take his courage and unselfishness for example. Harry didn't want anyone to follow him to the Department of Mysteries because he cared more about our safety and well being then his. When I mentioned his 'saving people thing' I didn't mean to insult him. That is another of his traits that make him who he is and the person I love.

Every time I see his eyes, there is a lot of pain and horrors in them. Sure Harry tries to hide the pain inside but its still there. I think that its stupid that men can't cry or else they're not considered 'masculine.' What a load of shit! If a guy wants to cry then let him. Sometimes its best to cry, let out all of your feelings and pour out your soul to someone you trust. For Harry, I hope its me.

It must have been tough for Harry to watch Sirius die last year at the Ministry. The situation could have been avoided though if certain events had not occurred. What do I mean? Well here's a list of events that should not have happened. Harry working with Snape on occulumency lessons- everybody knows that Snape hates Harry
Minister Fudge acting in denial about Voldemort's return and refusing to believe Harry
Umbridge becoming the teacher for Defense against the Dark Arts- if it wasn't for Harry, I may not have learned anything last year.

Then there is his body. Although I was somewhat disappointed when I saw Harry for the first time now I think he's just really gorgeous. He's still skinny but he's not short like he used to be and his muscles have become more developed especially in his chest and arms. Then there are his eyes. His mother's eyes. His mother's beautiful emerald green eyes which are so entrancing. His hair is a mess but that's what makes him who he is and I can't do anything about that.

I'm in love with my best friend Harry James Potter!

Hermione then heard her mother call her so she went downstairs only to see Professor Dumbledore in her living room.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir, what a surprise to see you here," Hermione said as she entered the living room.

"Ah Miss Granger," Dumbledore said. "I was just having a discussion with your parents who are going to be in Vienna the next two weeks. They have allowed you to go anywhere you would like as long as it is reasonable to me," Dumbledore said. "So Miss Granger, where would you like to stay the next two weeks?" Dumbledore asked her.

Hermione thought for a while. There were several places she could go- The Burrow, 12 Grimmauld Place, or Harry's house. Then it hit her- she could tell Harry her true feelings and hope that he had the same feelings toward her or not. Either way she didn't care and decided to stay with Harry. "I would like to stay with Harry and his relatives," Hermione said.

"Very well," Dumbledore said. "I shall give you fifteen minutes to pack and when you are ready a member of the Order shall take you to Harry's relatives by portkey. Good day Miss Granger," Dumbledore said before shaking hands with Hermione's parents then apparating back to wherever he stayed during the summer.

Hermione could barely contain her joy as she ran up to pack. 'I'm going to stay with Harry' Hermione thought as she started packing shirts, shorts and socks. Hermione also put a pair of sneakers in her duffel bag as she had decided to wear sandals. Then Hermione gathered her books, parchment, quills, ink and other necessary school supplies before getting Crookshank's cage. Hermione then ran down before her fifteen minutes was up and saw Tonks and Moody downstairs.

"Wotcher, Hermione," Tonks said in greeting while Moody merely grunted and nodded to her.

"Hi Moody, Tonks," Hermione said in greeting to each of them then turned to her parents and hugged both of them. "I'll miss both of you," Hermione said before grabbing the hat which was the portkey that would take her, Tonks and Moody to Harry's place.

In the study at the Riddle House in Little Hangleton, England, sat a tall man in black robes known as Lord Voldemort or the Dark Lord to his followers and either 'You-Know-Who' or 'He-who-must-not-be-named' by wizards and witches who feared him. Ever since a dozen of his most trusted followers had failed to get the prophecy from the Ministry, Voldemort had kept thinking of another way to beat Harry Potter. The foolish boy and five other classmates had fought his loyal Death Eaters despite being outnumbered two to one and almost twice as young as his followers but they had somehow held off his followers until the meddling fool Dumbledore came to save the day.

Damn that fool Potter and the old man Dumbledore! How could they keep ruining his plans? He was Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard of the twentieth century. He had caused terror for so long that he was surprised people still stayed in England. Voldemort continued to think while a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," Voldemort said.

"My lord," greeted Peter Pettigrew a.k.a Wormtail, one of his most loyal Death Eaters and the one who betrayed the Potters and led to their downfall.

"Yes, Wormtail?" Voldemort asked, starting to get annoyed at Wormtail who had interrupted him while plotting.

"I was...just checking on you...my Lord," Wormtail said. "Forgive me master," he added before bowing and leaving the room.

'Stupid fool,' thought Voldemort. Suddenly Voldemort came up with an idea- he would create another version of the black plague and unleash it on the world. Before he did that though, Voldemort was going to build an army of Death Eaters and dementors. Congratulating himself, Voldemort started to laugh. 'You are dead Potter,' he thought. 'There is no one else to save you other than that pathetic fool Dumbledore, champion of muggle-borns and rejects,' Voldemort thought as he summoned his Death Eaters.

"My loyal Death Eaters," Voldemort said when they had all gathered around him. "I have called you here today because I want to tell you about my new plan. The plan that will kill Potter and most of the world leaving us to control the world," Voldemort said, breathing deeply.

"What is your plan my Lord?" asked a Death Eater near the back of the room.

"I am glad you asked," Voldemort said. "In Europe during the Middle Ages, there was a disease known as the black plague. The disease was easily spread among people because it was highly contagious. My plan is that we attack a laboratory in England and take all their samples of the black plague. We will then unleash a stronger and deadlier version on the world while we sit back and reap the rewards," Voldemort said as he and his Death Eaters started laughing evilly.

Meanwhile back at Privet Drive, Harry Potter was doing some crunches and push-ups in his room.

"93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100," Harry whispered to himself as he finished with the push ups. Ever since he had gotten back to the Durselys, Harry had made it a habit to do a hundred push ups and five hundred crunches on a daily basis. Harry had also started to jog two kilometers a day before the Durselys had got up. Ever since the last encounter with Voldemort, Harry had wanted to get in better shape for their next encounter. Even though Harry wasn't short and skinny like he used to be, Harry still wanted to improve his physical condition. Suddenly the doorbell rang and Harry ran down to get the door.

"Get the damn door boy," Uncle Vernon called out from downstairs as Harry was on his way down.

'Who can it be?' Harry thought as he reached the door. Harry opened the door only to gasp. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked when he saw who came to visit, surprised by the visitor.

Author's notes: This is my first attempt at a novel length story so please read and review. Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it.