"Hermione, can you believe that this is our last year at Hogwarts?"

"I know. It all went by so quickly."

"I got you a present," Harry said shyly.

"For what?"

"Well, I don't know I saw it in Flourish and Blotts and thought you might like it. I already gave Ron his present over the summer."

"Speaking of Ron where is he, the train leaves in five minutes."

"He's a couple of compartments down visiting a girl."

"Who?" Hermione asked with a look of pure curiosity on her face.

"Well, I didn't tell you but, Mandy Brocklehurst."

"I don't remember her."

"She's a Seventh Year Ravenclaw."

"Oh."

Just then Ron opened the compartment door, fell over onto the seat, and laid down.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's under a love spell."

"Am not," Ron bolted upright, "I…I'm… I'm just not feeling quite right."

"Right, Ron," Hermione giggled.

"You're sick with love," Harry mumbled.

"Cut it out you two."

"Sorry, but the last Weasley I saw like this was Percy. You know, in his fourth year."

"Oh yeah, I remember that. Who could forget, he was head over heels for that girl; what was her name?"

Hermione and Harry just looked at each other and shrugged. There was dead silence for a few minutes and then Harry piped up, "Hermione, are you ever going to open up your gift?"

"Now's as good of a time as any."

She unwrapped the package to find a huge book. "Advanced Spells for the Adventurous, thanks Harry."

"I figured you would like it since you love to learn new spells, and we'll be back at Hogwarts this year. There's always some adventure there."

"Actually this could come to be very useful," Hermione replied as she paged through the book. There were spells for temporary invisibility, for turning back time, and for many other things that would be useful when caught on an adventure. Just then Hermione flipped a spell that could stop sound. After each spell there was a brief explanation. Under this one, it was very short. This spell affects beings, beasts or objects. After the spell is said directly over the object of which one wants quiet, that object can no longer make noise of any sort for twenty-four hours.

"Who would use that spell?" Harry asked looking over Hermione's shoulder.

Hermione didn't answer, she just grinned.

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