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Disclaimer: Ok, you KNOW I did not create Harry Potter or any other of his little friends so sod off.

All Is Fair in Love and War

Chapter: The Hole in the Wall and a Brand New Hermione

Harry lay awake in his bedroom on Privet Drive, staring at the ceiling. The deep guilt that had pooled in the pit of his heart and raged in his brain for the past 15 years had finally begun to drain. He had thought everything was his fault up until he found the truth. If there hadn't been a prophecy in the first place he wouldn't be living here. He would be living with his parents in Godric's Hollow, not a care in the world. No particular hate for that bitch, Voldemort. He would be a normal boy who's name would not be world known. If it wasn't for Voldemort's punk ass, he wouldn't have to worry about the one's he loved getting killed. It was Bellatrix Lestrange's damn fault the closest man to a father he had was snatched away from him when they had only met at his age of 13.

Harry shut his eyes tight as the boiling hate, sadness, anger, and determined feelings spilled out of them as tears of fire that burned into his heart and soul. He stood up and faced the wall. Then something ticked in his brain as he saw his fist raise and shoot clean through the wall to the warm air outside. He hardly even noticed that his hand had not even started to bleed. Not a scratch was seen, not a sound was heard, no physical pain was hurt, but all emotion known to man and beast was felt.

Harry pulled his fist back into the room as he sank back down onto his bed and sighed. He removed the round-framed glasses from his face and set them down on the night stand. Why did it have to be him? Why did his life have to be so fucking miserable? It could have been any other fucking person in the world, yet it was him. Trouble could have come to any other person, yet it came to him. Heartbreak could have targeted any other lousy bitch, yet it was him it targeted. He wanted a stinking normal life for once, but was he going to get it? Hell no.

He was going to be Harry stinking Potter the rest of his life.

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Harry woke up feeling slightly better than he had the night before. He rose from his bed only to see the hole he had made in the wall. He sighed and put his hand over the wall. When he removed his hand, there was no evidence that there had been a hole just seconds before.

He strode through the bedroom door and down the hall towards the bathroom where he planned to take a refreshing shower to soothe his mind. Judging by the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes, everyone else was awake. The doorknob flew into Harry's hands and he stepped over the threshold onto the cold porcelain floor. Harry stepped into the shower, closed the curtains and turned on the water. He just stood there for a moment, enjoying the warm liquid accompanied by the sunlight pouring over his well formed body. Harry was just about to turn the water off when he heard a loud rapping on the door and his uncle's voice.

You have been in there long enough, boy! Hurry yourself out of that bath! yelled Mr. Dursley.

Harry narrowed his eyes and turned off the water.

Don't rush me, his deep voice growled.

You don't run this house, you know, boy!

Harry stepped out of the shower to the sound of Mr. Dursley's heavy footsteps down the stairs. In a vain attempt to comb his wet hair, he just gave up. Seeing that there was no point in trying anymore, Harry walked out the door with a towel wrapped around his waist, throwing the comb in the rubbish bin as he went.

Seeing Hedwig perched on the windowsill of his bedroom, sparked some interest in Harry. She had a letter in her mouth and it appeared to be from Hermione. Harry took the letter, fed Hedwig an Owl Treat, and began to unfold the letter.

Dear Harry,
Hello there. I do hope you are taking care of yourself. I miss you so i decided to invite you over to my house tomorrow. I asked my parents and got permission from Dumbledore so you can stay for the rest of the summer. I won't take no for an answer so my parents and I will be over tomorrow at 2 o' clock in the afternoon. I cannot wait to see you because I have something important to tell you.
Sincerely, Hermione

Hmm,' thought Harry. I wonder why she didn't say anything about Ron. She probably didn't invite him. But why? No use meddling over it.' Wanting to give his day a good start Harry put some jeans and a t-shirt on, took the letter and jumped the entire staircase and landed at the bottom in an action hero-like pose. Aunt Petunia peeked in to see what the thud was about.

Are you mad? she shrieked. Causing such noise in the house!

Harry stood up straight and said cooly, Your son causes more noise with his belching, and as if on cue, Dudley let out a large belch from the kitchen.

We're out of bacon, mum! came his loud, obnoxious voice.

I'm coming, dear, said Aunt Petunia and she went towards the large mass she called a son.

Harry walked into the living room where he saw his uncle sitting in his chair watching the news. He looked up at the visitor upon entrance.

What do you want? he sneered nastily.

To get out this house for the rest of the summer, replied Harry as he handed his uncle the note from Hermione.

This girl, started Uncle Vernon, She's...one of your kind?

If you mean Is she a witch?' then yes, Harry said.

I don't want her family arriving like those other ones.

Her parents do not have a drop of magic in them. Just her.



Yeah. In fact, her parent's are dentists.

Arriving by car?

I suppose.

You can go. Good to get away from us. Wasn't planning on keeping you the whole summer anyway.



Harry took his letter back and went back upstairs to pack his trunk.

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The next morning was much more pleasant than the last. There was no hole in the wall. No tangled bed sheets. The sun shone through Harry's window as he blinked his eyes and fumbled for his glasses.

After showering and getting dressed, Harry was anxious but, alas, it was only noon. He still had a whole two hours to wait for Hermione. One link to the trio that he had sorely missed throughout the summer. He decided to get breakfast before Dudley had a chance to eat the entire family's meal. After he had made breakfast, ate it, washed the dishes, and even wiped the table, it was 1:30. Wonderful!' Harry thought, Only a half hour to go until Hermione gets here.'

Harry had discovered years ago that he had feelings that were more than friendly for Hermione but never acted on them, afraid that being rejected would completely ruin their friendship. So he decided to hide them, and he did a pretty damn good job of it in his opinion, although when Hermione got close to him his stomach would flip and his cheeks would flare up (A/N: the ones on his face, mind you... I was trying to refrain from having any author's notes interrupting the reading process but I couldn't resist this time. :-) happy reading!).

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Harry sprang for the doorknob faster than you could have said ouch' but Dudley had gotten there first. How could've that lump gotten there before Harry, I do not know but he did. Dudley wrenched the door open and his eyes bugged but since he was blocking the doorway, Harry could not see who the guest was. His question was answered though when he heard Hermione's soft voice float through the little space that was left in the doorway.

Um, hello. Is Harry there? she asked politely.

Dudley sprang into lies automatically.

No but I'm—

His words were cut short when Harry somehow managed to wrench Dudley out of the way.

—a big fat shit head, Harry finished. Hi, Hermi—

Harry also cut his sentence short, for he could not remember what he was going to say. The sight was amazing. Hermione had definitely changed. She was taller, her body was more curved than the last time Harry had seen her, and she had dyed her hair...black. And there were purple streaks in it. Her face was absolutely stunning as she started to wear makeup. Her lip gloss was pink and shiny. She was wearing a light purple t-shirt, somewhat tight black jeans, and black boots. Harry was utterly speechless. Hermione embraced him in a tight hug, stepped back, and said,

Hi, Harry. Do you like my new look?

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A/N: Well! That's the end of the first chapter! How did you guys like it? Please review it! It would be greatly appreciated. Thanx!

Sneak Peak at events to come later in the story: Hermione reveals a few things to Harry and Ron later reveals a HUGE secret that nobody was expecting from him especially. Care to take a guess cause I'm not telling! Bye bye! Review please!!