A/N: This is a repost of Harbor Lights. I used to be hermionejanepotter. There are going to be a few changes in the story. But the main one is the age of Sarah; I've decided to make her 14 instead of 9, makes it more believable. So w/o further ado…

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters only Sarah. I just use them in my story.

Harbor Lights

Hot. That's all that could describe this place right now. Merlin, why does it have to be so hot, wondered Harry Potter. Harry was now six-teen years old with messy raven hair, emerald eyes, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He had filled out quite nicely since coming home from his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry had been trying to keep himself busy by doing more physical tasks around the house. They kept his mind off of losing his godfather.

There was a sudden tapping at his window, rousing him from his thoughts. Hedwig was there fluttering just outside with a letter tied to her leg. As Harry opened his window, another small, hyped-up owl zoomed in too. Harry took both the letters and let Hedwig and Pig rest up and get some water.

He noted the neat handwriting on the letter he took from Hedwig and realized it was a letter from his best friend Hermione.

Hey Harry
How are you doing? I've been worried about you. Just want to tell you it's not your fault. I know you don't really want to talk or think about it so… my homework is done for the whole summer. (hopefully that got a smile out of you) But on to something even better… My family and I are moving to Surrey! Actually we are going be moving about three houses down from you. Can't wait to see you. Well I've got to go finish packing. See you in about a week or so.

Lots of Love

Hermione J. Granger

"Wow Hermione is moving here, three houses down, next to the Dursley's? Her parents must be crazy if they want to live the same city with them!"

Harry couldn't believe it. Hermione would be here with him for the rest of the summer! He always felt something for her, but could never figure out what it was; rather friendly, or romantic. Also he just had so much on his mind since Voldemort's return and Sirius's death. Hopefully having Hermione here would take his mind off of both.

Harry stopped brooding and opened Ron's letter:

Hey Harry
How's things? Muggles, been treating you alright? Hope so. I'm sorry that you can't come over this summer. Mum and dad are going on a second honeymoon. Do you believe that? They get to go and have loads of fun, while we are stuck with our old and smelly grandmother. Now I love my grandmother, but she's OLD. Hey, did you know that Hermione was moving. She didn't tell me where though. Strange, but you know her. She gets all excited about stuff and yet she forgets to mention the details. Well if you know, could you let me know? Well I have to go, and Ginny says hi. Seriously, she's been acting strange all week. Bye

Ron

You can always count on Ron to ignore the big issues, but right now, I think that's what I need, thought Harry.

For rest the next week, all Harry could think of was Hermione. How would it be when she got here? Would she bother him about his feelings about Sirius, or would she just let go and have fun? No, Harry thought with a smirk, his Hermione does not let go.

My Hermione, whoa where did that come from? And why do I get this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think about her?

He also thought about how her eyes shined with a brightness whenever she learn something new, and how loyal she was to her friends. She was always there when one of them needed her. She was the kind of person who never turned her back on anyone. That is one of the traits Harry loves about her.

The next morning Harry woke up feeling like today was the day. He hadn't heard from Hermione since her letter, but he had the strange feeling that he was going to see her today.

Harry was about to rush down the stairs and down the street to see if her family had arrived, when his aunt's shrill voice boomed through his bedroom door.

"Get up now boy! Get up and make us breakfast. And don't burn up anything!"

"Yes Aunt Petunia," responded Harry while gazing out of his bedroom window. Harry found some clothes to put on and went downstairs to cook breakfast.

"There are some new neighbors, boy and I don't want you going around them and doing something weird. I will not be embarrassed in my own neighborhood. Is that understood?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon," replied Harry while silently laughing on the inside, about his uncle's ignorance towards his new neighbors.

Breakfast went quietly as normal, and as soon as Harry finished picking up the dishes, there was a knock on the door.

"Well don't just stand there boy, get the door."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as Harry opened the door, he was surrounded by a warm body.

Wow, Harry looks nice, really nice! Stop that, he's your best friend. It doesn't hurt to look, though.

Hermione's inner battle was interrupted by the sound of Harry's voice.

"Um, Hermione...?

"What? Oh, I'm sorry Harry. Just thinking," bout you, she silently added. "Harry, it's so good to see you.

"You too I..."

"Boy, who is at the door," interrupted Vernon.

"Just the new neighbors."

"Well don't be stupid boy, invite them in."

"Um...do you want to come in?" Pleas say no, please say no, and take me with you, Harry pleaded with his eyes. Hermione caught on.

"Oh no, sorry sir, but if you don't mind, can we borrow this young man here to help us unload our truck?"

"Of course, he needs to do something here, with what we put up with."

"Um...thank you, sir. Bye"

"Yeah, bye," Harry said quickly to Vernon.