chapter 1: Summer Savior
Harry Potter sat on his bed in his small bedroom, it was a dark rainy looking afternoon, the first tuesday of the summer he was sitting slumped against the wall. A sad sleepless look on his face, he had not slept, he had not eaten much and he hadn't opened any of his letters ....the only thing he had done in the last few days was write one letter to the order just to tell them he was fine (although he wasn't feeling to good), sit at his desk looking at his few pictures of his late Godfather, Sirius. He would sit for hours at a time just looking at one picture and every now and then he'd reach up and pinch his arm wishing it was a dream. The Dursleys stayed away from him, made him do only small chores. At night was when he was felt the worst, he felt alone...he felt abandonned and most of all he felt guilty al of this while stil in shock and denial....No way, Sirius wasn't gone he was just hiding trying to get the element of surprise over his foes. he played the night over and over again in his mind...the prophecy...the death room and all the duelling....Sirius.... ...Sirius smiling taunting Bellatrix Lestrange....Sirius, his face still smiling and his eyes in shock...Sirius falling through the veil....the arms holding him, stopping him from going after him. All the sad eyes full of pity looking at him for the next couple of days. He had cried himself to the earliest hours of the morning ..he had dreamed and daydreamed about it for a very long time it had seemed but really it was only a few days, "how will I survive the entire summer without Sirius and Grimrauld place??" he thought to himself.
The days wore by very slowly, Harry couldn't tell you what day of the week it was or what time of day it was really if you asked all he could tell you is that he'd been alone way too long. Every few days a letter would come from Ron or Hermione or even the Remus but he never really answered, he send back the usual " Stop worrying, i'm fine a little sad but fine" he had written a pile of them and just sent one after looking at the address. Again it was rainy outside and every now and then he'd see a green glow in the sky far away and he couldn't help thinking it was the death mark.
signalling another murder. Constantly he kept reminding himself that the order would tell him if any news would be found on Voldemort's wereabouts.
The first three weeks of summer had passed and still he couldn't stand to be himself....he was tired but he couldn't sleep, he was hungry but he couldn't eat and he was was bored but didn't want to do anything. he had received his O.W.Ls and had a total of 5 OWLs "good enough" he had told himself. Now he was constantly writing to Hermione to try to get any kind of news......nothing . Not even an answer to the big question...." when can I get out of here??" She had written Dear Harry
I'm glad you've started writing to me and I really wish I could be there with you or at least you here with me but the truth is that Dumbledore told you he might have to keep you at your uncles house for the entire summer and no it was not my i dea nor do i support it I wish you could come here for a while .... Thats actually a good idea, really I'll write to Dumbledore and ask please keep writing to me and tell me if you'd like to come .
Love,
Hermione xoxox
Harry had nearly jumped iinto the air at that suggestion, he really wanted to get away from this boring house and these sickly normal people. He knew that Hermione's house wouldn't be a magical one but he knew she would keep him busy and not let him think about Sirius too much. He really hoped to be leaving for Hermiones soon!!!
A few days later, as Harry was staring at himself in the mirror a snowy white owl flew accross the image of this soon-to-be sixteen year old boy with a muscular body, a broken pair of glasses, a pale, sleepless face with the most sad yet so amazing emerald green eyes and on his forehead just visible under his jet-black tossled hair , was a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. This owl was his own, Hedwig and she had brought him a letter, from Hermione!
Dear Harry
I told you in my last letter what my ideas were for your summer holiday and, true to my word I wrote to Dumbledore and he said you can come for the rest of the summer but you need to keep writing to your aunt something about keeping up the ties with your family blood home, so can you please ask your aunt and uncle if you can come stay with me and my parents for the rest of the summer??(only if you want to of course)
Love,
Hermione oxoxo
P.S. Ron will not be staying here because his family has been having a rather hard time keeping all the order things together as well as do their jobs. Mr Weasley was almost fired!!! He got a summer job to help pay for everything until the war is under control.
Harry hastily wrote his answer and sent it quickly asking her to call him repeting the number he had once given her and Ron and that of course he would adore to come and that he would write to Petunia , he wrote " just please save me ...your turn to play the hero!!!!!" he had laughed until he remembered when he was called that, before going to "rescue" Sirius...he was sad but found himself smiling, "at least now" he thought "he's a free man and a free dog too"
"Hello" a girls voice sounded in his ear as he answered th telephone three hours later " can I speak to a dark haired 16 year old, i'm writing a survey in this category" he had almost started laughing but instead decided no playing a trick on her " i'm a dark haired 16 year old boy , can I help you??" " yes " she said sounding uncertain " Name?" "Harry Potter" " Ok good it's you ,
i wasn't sure" she said "it could have been anyone" 'No it's me " he said "whats the news??" " well you can come over starting tomorrow,
we need to set up the guest room for you first" " Ok " he said " but really I'd sleep anywhere...from between your parents to right there next to you" He had said this as a joke but Hermione blushed and giggled " Well, I don't think my parents would approve of either of those places. We'll be by to pick you up at Ten o'clock tomorrow morning, is that OK??" " It's perfect!!!" he exclaimed into the receiver "ow!!!" he heard Hermione say "oh my ... i'm sorry 'Mione, I didn't mean to yell " " it's alright, I'll see you tomorrow"
Harry couldn't wait, he was leaving in only a few hours and he wouldn't have to return for a year!! He ran upstairs to get ready, completly forgetting to ask his relatives. When he was done he finally remembered(A/N Guys ...so forgetfull sometimes!) he ran down to see them in the living room " an I spend the summer at my friend's house please??" he said arely in the room "Is it those Weezlies??" Vernon asked "NO it isn't the Weasleys," Harry said purposefully exaggerating the pronounciation of his friend's last name "it's my friend Hermione, Her parents are mug- Normal." Vernon looked deep in thought Harry hoped it hurt his brain to think that hard. " yes you may as long as we dont see you for the next year" he agreed and told them about writing to Petunia after alot of arguing they finally agreed. He went to sleep for once hoping not to scare the living daylights out of her, besides he thought he was too excited to think about anything sad. The next morning he woke up early, showered, dressed and ate breakfast all before 9:30 then he spent the rest of the morning looking for things he might have missed. At 10 o'clock the doorbell rang, he ran to the door and opened it before Dudley had even gotten out of his chair. What he saw standing on the doorstep was enough to make him look completely dumfounded.."what had happened to the Hermione he knew??"