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At the Granger's

Somewhere in the outskirts of London a black Ford was tumbling down a cobblestone road. Rocks were flying up and hitting the tinted windshield where a black-haired bespectacled boy was lost in thought. The last hours seemed to happen in a blur. One minute he was face down in his bed, refusing to get up and face another pointless day and the next Lupin had apparated at the foot of his bed. While they packed his school things Lupin proceeded to tell him that with Sirius's death Grimmauld Place had sealed itself since he was the last living Black, and even though the Order had managed to find a suitable hideout it was not safe for children. "I'm sorry to say that the Burrow is not an option either, Harry. Everyone knows that the Weasley's are close with Dumbledore. The Burrow would be the first place the Death Eaters would look, and believe me they have been searching everywhere trying to find you before you are safe at Hogwarts. I know how much you feel at home there, but luckily Mr. and Mrs. Granger have volunteered to keep you at their home. Hermione, Ron and Ginny are going to be staying there also."

Somewhere in the distance a summer storm roared, reminding Harry of how he felt at the Dursley's. He was angry and depressed at the same time. He was a slave to his own emotions at that place. There was nothing there to distract him from his feelings, and he prayed that this wouldn't be the case with Hermione's house. He was excited at the prospect of seeing his friends; his attitude had changed a lot from last summer. All he wanted was to be around people he cared about, and spend every minute with them. He had learned not to take them for granted. Maybe he would actually have a good time, for the first time that summer.

Harry would of preferred to Floo there, because let's just say that Lupin wasn't exactly an experienced driver, but Dumbledore insisted that connecting them to the Floo Network even for a short period of time would be dangerous. He wanted the Granger's as safe as possible. He had taken major precautions.

They pulled up ten minutes later to a small, but beautiful home. It was much more modern then the Burrow. It was white, two-story, with tinted glass windows. Harry expected nothing less from a pair of dentists. It appeared that they had taken their work home with them: almost everything was the same color as dentist tools. As he got out of the car Hermione greeted him with a friendly embrace.

"It's great to see you. Are Ron and Ginny here yet?" Harry asked as he picked up his trunk.

"No, but they should be soon. Isn't this great! I finally get to show my friends my house. My parents are really excited to meet you guys." She said happily. She gestured to the couple standing on the porch. "These are my parents."

Harry resisted the urge to say "obviously" because anyone with eyes could see the resemblance between her and her parents. Hermione's mother was a smiling woman with bushy brown hair, although she did look like she had a bossy nature to her. Her father had large freckles speckling his nose and cheeks, and dark brown eyes. They both looked very happy to meet him. Youth shown on their bright faces as they walked out to greet him.

"Thank you for letting me stay Mr. and Mrs. Granger." He was being as polite as possible because he knew the risks they were taking letting him live there. He wanted them to know how much he appreciated it.

"Your welcome dear," Hermione's mother replied. She leaned over and whispered in his ear "Were anxious to meet this Ronald fellow Hermione keeps talking about." Harry could only smile at this remark.

Not long after Harry set down his things in the living room did the Weasley's arrive. Mr. Weasley managed to borrow a small blue car from the ministry. While Molly, who had driven, went to talk with Hermione's parents Ron and Ginny got out of the car. Hermione was ecstatic at the sight of the red-headed boy. Running out to her driveway, she threw her arms around his neck. He returned the favor, but not before turning a nice shade of pink.

Ginny did the same, but with a little more self-control. He got a mouth full of fiery red hair. "Hi, Gin it's great to see you. Where is Mr. Weasley?"

"Gin?" she said, bewildered. Harry blushed.

"Oh, sorry I won't call you that anymore."

"It's alright. Charlie calls me that. Anyway, Dad tried to come, but mom said he'd scare the Muggles with all his questions," she said laughing. Ron said a quick hello before he was hailed off to meet Mr. and Mrs. Granger.

With one last good-bye to Mrs. Weasley, they entered the house. Ron looked like a kid in a candy store. He immediately ran over to the television and placed his hands on the colorful screen.

"Wow, what does this do?" He asked his eyes full of wonder.

"It's how muggles get information and entertainment." She leaned over toward Harry and whispered "If he's that amazed with the T.V., I'm glad I hid the Playstation. You know how boys can get."

Within minutes Ron had burned himself on a light bulb. It was going to be a long summer…

A/N: So….what do you think. Did you like it so far? I know it's kind of boring now, but I'm just setting the scene. It's all interesting from here on out! I swear this won't be another cheesy six-year fic (It's a mystery). It's a lot different than any other that I've ever read. Thanx for reading and don't forget to review!

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