Okay so i have recently decided to redo my existing chapters due to the fact that they don't follow the books or movies exactly so this is my first revision for chapter one. I hope you enjoy it and i look forward to reading you comments, reviews, and i'd love to hear your comparisons between my original and this new version of chapter one. thank you!

Returning To Hogwarts

Today was the first day of school and none of the students could wait; after all they were attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the greatest wizarding school in all of England. Everyone was excited, however no one's excitement could compare to that of Hermione Grangers. Not even the little first year trying to catch his chocolate frog hopping down the halls of the train.

When Hermione saw Harry and Ron walking ahead of her she couldn't prevent her feet from moving, it was an instinct. After all, she hadn't seen them all summer, and one of them was her boyfriend.

"Harry! Ron!" she screamed as she ran up and into their arms, throwing the two boys off-balance by surprise. "I've missed you guys! I didn't get the chance to talk to you all summer." She said as she peeled herself from their arms. They smiled at one another and walked along the isle looking for somewhere to sit. Hermione spotted an empty car and turned around to the boys. Bobbing her head in the direction of the car the boys shrugged their shoulders in agreement. She pulled the glass door open with a strong tug due to the rusty hinges; the train was thousands of years old after all even if it was magical.

The three of them climbed into the compartment-car and shut the door behind them. As she sat down, Hermione looked across to the boys with a big goofy smile on her face. "So how was your summer Harry?" she asked.

Harry's joyful face drastically fell at Hermione's question. He looked down at his hands to avoid her confused face. It didn't take Hermione long to realize she had made a grave mistake, she could still remember Ron telling her the day Harry's Uncle had put bars on his windows trying to prevent him from coming back to Hogwarts. She just prayed to Merlin that his summer wasn't as bad as that one.

"Well," Harry whispered in a sad voice, "You know the Dursley's Hermione." Harry looked up, his face now contorted with rage. "It was terrible! I spent every day of it locked inside my room; don't ask me why, I still don't know." He rolled his eyes and continued with a tone of frustration, remembering his "terrible" summer that he clearly didn't want to talk about. "They wouldn't let me leave the room except to use the bathroom. I got so bored that I started rummaging through my trunk and found that old book of Hagrids from third years Care of Magical Creatures class. Somehow the strap broke and the thing started attacking me! I even sprained my wrist and they still wouldn't let me leave!" Harry lifted up his wrist showing an old tattered and worn bandage that was almost falling off his arm. "But I'm used to it now, I guess." He let his hand hit his lap and leaned back against the cushioned seat, trying to erase the images of those days from his mind again. He was unable however to prevent from rubbing his writs, which sometimes grew to sting if he lifted it for too long. Hermione and Ron both noticed, but Hermione knew that compared to other years his summer could have been a lot worse. Sometimes Harry can be such a drama queen, Hermione though, He knew how to get the book to stop attacking him so why didn't he just stroke the spine? He probably just wanted to get out badly enough that he'd hurt himself. Hermione's face no longer had the glow it did when they first entered the compartment-car. She felt awful for making Harry remember something that caused him pain (even if she didn't believe it was that painful).

Harry, trying to smile again, sat up and asked, "What did you do Hermione? I didn't get any letters from you this summer." Hermione's tattered expression vanished and a smile, that of a preppy high school cheerleader, took its place.

"I went to Paris with my parents! They surprised me with the trip for my outstanding grades!" she screamed, jumping up and down in her seat to the point where Ron's and Harry's jaws hung in the shape of an O and they had to lean back in the booth due to the surprise of her unexpected joy. After all a few moments ago they could tell how guilty she felt, it was written all over her face. To them, she had never been this happy about anything except getting a good grade and taking a trip to the library. It freaked them out a bit.

Noticing their surprised and somewhat horrified expressions, Hermione stopped jumping, but still kept smiling from ear to ear. She brushed some hair out of her face that had fallen and cleared her throat, "And what did you do this summer Ron?"

Ron's face was paler than it had been before, struck with fear. He leaned back and let his ginger hair fall over his eyes. "I missed you."

Before he knew it Ron was being warmly embraced by Hermione. "I missed you too." She whispered softly into his ear. As Ron's face turned cherry apple red, Harry couldn't prevent himself from laughing only to be cut off by a punch to the shoulder, courtesy of Hermione.

The train pulled into Hogwarts Station with a loud THUD.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron hoped out onto the pavement. They couldn't wait for another year at Hogwarts, so much had happened in the last couple years. They found the sorcerer's stone. Harry killed a basilisk in the chamber of secrets. Their third year Harry found out about his godfather, Sirius Black. Fourth year was one of the worst, Voldemort had returned. This was their sixth year at Hogwarts, and none of them knew what to expect.

"All first years this way!" bellowed a loud scruffy voice.

The trio was welcomed to hear Hagrids booming voice just like every other year. All the older students started walking toward the carriage areas, Harry, Hermione, and Ron stopped to take a look at the first years. All of the new students were staring up at Hagrid, their mouths hanging open. Though you couldn't tell if it was in shock or fear, after all, Hagrid is half giant.

"Remember when we were first years?" Hermione said dreamily starring at the group of children heading for the boats.

"Yeah," said Ron following her gaze. "Harry and I met you on the train. I couldn't stand you!" He erupted into laughter that could be compared to a hyena's, he was silenced when he turned back and noticed Hermione staring at him intensely, agitation in her eyes. It was easy to presume that Ron had received Hermione's mental message because the first thing he said after that was: "But I love you now." As he give her a big bear hug and a kiss on the cheek. Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. Ron was always getting himself into these situations, and sooner or later, he was going to get caught in one that he wouldn't be able to weasel out of.

"Hi guys." The three of them spun around to find Neville Longbottom standing behind them. They had also met first year, and they have all been friends ever since. Harry and Ron started to laugh under their breath because they had a sudden flashback of the first time they saw Neville: Losing his toad, Trevor, then finding it right at the entrance to the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall's feet was definitely not a good first impression on their head of house. Then again, Neville had been through so much worse the years after that.

"Hi Neville!" Hermione cried giving him her own version of a bear hug though she was much smaller then Ron. "How was your summer?" she asked releasing him from her suffocating grasp. Neville took in a deep breath and simply nodded, still not having enough air to verbally respond after Hermione's tight hug.

"We should head for the carriages." Harry said, beginning to slowly jog in their direction, "I am not missing them this year." He said, giving Ron a knowing look, he would surly understand what he meant. Their second year of Hogwarts, thanks to Dobby the house elf, Harry and Ron had missed the train, in doing so, they needed to carry all their luggage up to the castle; their hands formed blisters that lasted days. Ron, obviously received this message, for he immediately ran off ahead of Harry at the speed of a firebolt.

When the rest of them caught up with Ron at the carriages there was only one left. They weren't surprised to find Luna Lovegood sitting inside it reading the Quibbler, this was how they met her, only that time she was reading the Quibbler upside-down. The four of them hoped into the carriage and sat with her. Neville sat next to Luna, his face a slight shade of pink - he's had a huge crush on her since their third year - it was clear to everyone, or at least to Hermione. Noticing their arrival only after the carriage had begun to move, did Luna peer over her Quibbler and see everyone sitting there.

"Hello." She said, placing the magazine down on her lap. "I was waiting for you. You guys really did take your time." Luna then looked up and gazed at the castle with that dreamy look she always had. "I really want some pudding." It was just like the first time Harry, Ron, and Hermione had met her. She still couldn't wait for the pudding after all these years of school. Ron and Harry looked at one another and burst out laughing. They stopped however, when a very agitated look from Hermione struck them as if they were hit with the imobuluse spell.

"Well," said Harry, "were finally home."

The Great Hall was abuzz with the sound of screaming students. The first years had been sorted into their houses and everyone was enjoying the miraculous traditional feast that magically appeared on the house tables.

However, like every year, Hermione refused to eat any more than one small plate full of food to boycott the use of house elves in the Hogwarts kitchens. But, normally when she finally got hungry enough, she would eat something so Harry and Ron let her sulk until then, meanwhile they stuffed their faces with delicious assortments of food. Harry always did his best to try a little of everything. Ron was another thing however, he couldn't stop filling himself up with cakes and custards, and even a little bit of pudding that Luna had put on his plate.

"Ron stop eating like that! You look like a pig! I don't understand how you can eat this stuff when it's made by the poor house elves." Since Ron didn't seem to notice Hermione and kept stuffing his face, she moved closer and screamed into his ear. "RON!"

Half of the Gryffindor table turned around and looked at the two of them. Feeling embarrassed Hermione leaned away from Ron, her face cherry red. Annoyed, Ron placed his fork down on the table and turned to Hermione, food hanging out of his mouth, "You know I love you Hermione," he told her as she attempted to wipe the food off her face that still kept flying at her as he continued, "But I won't stop eating for you. I'm bloody starving!" With that, he picked up his fork and started digging into his plate again. Hermione's mouth was ajar as she watched him continue forcing more food than humanly possible into his mouth. He was always "starving"! She looked across the table to Harry in hope that he knew what to say to his friend, instead he was laughing so hard his face was almost entirely purple. Though she fought to keep it from climbing up her throat, she herself burst into laughter as well, trying hard to prevent herself from falling off her stool.

The trio was so busy joking around that none of them noticed Professor Snape, watching them from the teachers table intently.

Professor Trelawney was still the same as always, crazy and predicting Harry's death, only now people started to believe her, including Harry. Since Voldemort had returned Harry had seriously started to consider that their batty transfiguration professor may be right. Hermione may have hated the class from the beginning but she knew that Harry couldn't be left alone in this classroom now, so she decided not to opt out of it this term.

Today's lesson was on predicting the future using tea leaves. When they entered the classroom they sat at small circular tables with their own tea cups set in front of them. Once everyone was seated, Professor Trelawney began her lesson.

"Today my dears, you will predict your future!" she rushed around the room with the same freakish excitement that had freaked them out since their first lesson. Only a few select Slytherines in the back of the classroom dared to giggle at her. Either ignoring or not even noticing the rotten mouthed students, Professor Trelawney's gaze fell on Ron. "Mr. Weasly!" she shouted stomping over to the table. "What do you see my dear?"

Ron nervously picked up his cup and stared down into the tiny pile of tea leaves. He glanced up at Harry and Hermione for help on what to say but even they didn't know. Well, Hermione probably did, but it wasn't like she could just lean over the table, look into his cup, and then whisper the "correct" answer in his ear.

"Umm…" he looked back down into the cup. "I can see… that I won't, fall in love…" After the words escaped his lips he realized what he had actually spoken and he looked up at a shocked Hermione. Her mouth was ajar and her usual cheerful eyes were filled with fury. As he opened his mouth to say something he quickly changed his mind and glanced at Harry for help. Unfortunately, Harrys face was filled with disbelief of what he had just heard, and horror for what he knew Hermione could do to Ron. Ron had done something really bad this time, and it was going to be hard as bloody hell to get out of it.

Hermione hadn't notice her Professor move until she felt her hand within Trelawney's grasp. "Oh, you poor dear." She spoke as she stroked the young witches hand.

Hermione wrenched her hand out of the professors grasp, flung herself onto her feet and reached across the table towards Ron. Harry feared she was about to punch him in the nose as she had once done to Draco Malfoy, but she didn't. She grabbed Ron's teacup and threw it against the wall where it shattered loudly. "This lesson is pointless!" she yelled and then marched out of the classroom.

Hermione bolted down the silent hallway without having a destination to reach. In her mind she kept re-living the last few moments over and over again. She came to a steady walk when she realized she was heading towards a dead end near the basement entrance. She went to brush a strand of hair that had fallen into her face away when she felt moisture on her fingertips. She pulled her hand away and glanced down at what she had now come to realize were tears on her fingertips.

"That stupid Trelawney…" she whimpered whipping the tears from her eyes. "He loves me… I know he does." But even with these words of hope couldn't stop her tears. Hermione had been in love with Ron for so long, but it hadn't been until last year that he had noticed her feelings, and even then she knew he still didn't care for her as much as she cared for him. Hearing him say those words, even if they were a lie, made her doubt that he ever would. Her sobs seemed to get louder and louder as she let her mind wander farther than she wanted it to go. It wasn't until she saw a pair of black boots opposite her own feet that the tears seemed to rest. Looking up she found herself staring at her potions professor.

Snape still had his normal look of disgust and annoyance upon his face but Hermione could see something else in his eyes. It seemed like worry.

"Are you crying Miss Granger?" he asked, some of the worry now leaking into his voice.

The idea that someone was witnessing her tearful state helped her to gain some control back over her mind and the tears stopped whilst she whipped away the evidence that they had ever been there in the first place. "No sir, it's just…" she stopped. This was Snape she was speaking to. How could she tell him out of all people her relationship problems, the idea of it was laughable and yet somehow frightening. "Nothing." She finished after a moment of silence.

She looked back up into his face to see the worry and concern now visible, and it made her reason vanish and her mouth open to let her thoughts speak. "I argued with me…"

'perhaps saying my boyfriend would be a little awkward.'

"With Ron Weasley, that's all." Her eyes had started to fill with tears again at the sound of his name.

"If I can do anything…?" Though he didn't complete his sentence, Hermione could tell he was trying to cheer her up, though by god she didn't understand why. The idea that Professor Snape was actually trying to help a student, let alone one he had repeatedly called an insufferable-know-it-all on more than one occasion, brought a smile to her face.

"No sir." She replied with a small giggle.

"Well," he said, "at least you can smile."

Hermione glanced up to thank her professor before he turned away but her mouth simply hung open as he turned his back to her. She almost didn't see it, and she wouldn't have is she had looked up a second later, but it was definitely there. She had seen Professor Snape smile. Even though it was only a brief moment, Hermione had seen him smile.

"Talk to me if you need anything." He said as he strolled further down the hallway. "Good day Miss Granger." Was his final farewell before he turned the corner.

It had been a few hours since Hermione's tears had stopped and she left the silence of the empty hallway. She had attended the rest of her classes, all of which neither Ron nor Harry were in due to its difficulty level. She normally saw them in between classes but she had only seen Harry throughout the remainder of her school day. When she got back to the Gryffindor dormitory she had expected to find Ron in the common room, but he wasn't there.

Hermione was changing out of her uniform and into a pair of pants for supper when Ginny walked into their dorm room. "Ginny," she asked, buttoning up her pants. "have you seen Ron?"

Ginny took her normal thinking position; staring up at the ceiling like she was trying to read something that no one else could see but her. "No actually," she said still staring up at the ceiling like she had missed something. "He wasn't in flying lessons today." The young Weasly glanced at her friend, she was sitting with her face held in her hands, the air around her filled with a feeling of despair. Ginny walked over and placed a comforting hand on her friends shoulder. "Did Ron do something stupid again? Oh, what am I thinking, he's always doing something stupid." When even that did not get a reaction from the girl Ginny pulled her in closer and whispered, "Tell me."

Hermione lifted her head up and looked up at her friend, tears beginning to reform in her eyes. The fear of Ron leaving her behind was starting to frighten her, and she didn't know what would happen if he didn't speak to her soon. Did he love her enough to even care how much those words hurt her? She always knew Rom was dense but she thought that he loved her, but her thoughts kept wavering over to the idea that maybe he didn't. Maybe she had realized before he had that he didn't love her for real, he only thought he did. It was possible, and it frightened her.

"He's been avoiding me since Trelawney's class."

Dinner had started and finished and Hermione and Ginny were still sitting at the end of Gryffindor table far away from Ron and Harry. Besides the four of them only a few other students remained in the great hall for Quidditch sign up and some club that Professor Sprout was trying to start. Hermione and Ron still hadn't spoken since Divinations class and no matter what Harry said, Ron wouldn't go over and talk to Hermione. He also wouldn't stop complaining to Harry about everything.

"Bloody hell Harry! I don't know what to do. Hermione still wont talk to me." Ron whined for the millionth time that night.

"Of course she isn't Ron!" Harry bellowed. He was getting tired of listening to Ron act like a child. Even without speaking to her Harry knew exactly what Hermione was thinking, and the worst part was, he agreed with her. He knew she was afraid Ron didn't love her that way, and since the two had started dating Harry began to think that may be true. He knew Ron loved Hermione, but more as a sister than a lover. He didn't want to watch his one friend get crushed and his other one crush her. He also didn't want to medal, this was Ron's problem, he had to come to his own conclusion, all Harry could do was help push him along.

"You practically said you didn't love her in front of the entire class! Of course she's going to be pissed!" he paused to glance down at his shoes before saying something he might regret. "You do love her? Don't you Ron?"

"Of course I love her!" he mumbled.

His tone of voice did not give Harry any confidence in his mindset. "So why don't you go over there and tell her that Ron? What are you waiting for?" Harry was now leaning across the table and shouting in his friends face. It was late and he was starting to lose his patience. "She's sitting right there! If you want to talk to her so bad, then go bloody talk to her!" Harry flung his had to indicate where the two girls were sitting when Fred and George walked into the Great Hall.

Hermione was sitting quietly as Ginny got up to leave, she had practice tomorrow and needed to get up early. Hermione desperately didn't wish to be alone right now so she was thrilled to see the Weasly twins walk in. "Hey Fred, George!" she called after them. When they didn't respond she began to see her hopes fall, but she wouldn't give up without a fight. "GUYS!" she yelled as loud as she could, and this time they spun around.

The twins came over and sat on both sides of her, though she couldn't tell which sat on which side. "How are you doing Hermione?" asked the one on her left. "Why aren't you over there with Harry and Ron?"

She glanced down to the end of the table where Harry and Ron were having and argument. "Ron still hasn't spoken to me since Divinations class this morning." She said looking back to the twin on her left.

The twin on her right suddenly spoke loudly in her ear, "Forget about our brother," Hermione turned to him with a slight pain in her heart at those words. Was he right? Should she just end it now if she already expected pain in the future? Or should she fight for him? "He's stupid if he doesn't make up with you." The twin continued. "Even if he does love you."

Hermione didn't know how to take his advice. Was she telling her to keep trying or give up. To her it seemed like he was leaning more towards the latter. "Thanks," She said awkwardly, as she looked back over to Ron. "but I hope he does talk to me again." Hermione loved Ron right now, and as long as she did love him, she would fight for him. It took these two trouble makers to make her realize that.

The twins got up and left to talk to one of their friends, and that was when Victor Krum entered the Great Hall.

"Harry! That's Krum!" Ron cried. Harry turned to watch as Krum walked into the room. Harry ahd already know he was staying at the castle, he was coming to teach some of the Quidditch players some new moves, Harry's guess was that he was coming to see who was signing up for the new season.

As Krum walked in however his attention turned away from the sign-up sheet, and towards Hermione. Harry saw Ron's hands clench into fists at his sides. Krum smiled at Hermione and greeted her while Hermione gave an awkward smile and passive greeting in return. Krum noticed a large group of girls looking at him, he quickly said good night to Hermione and fled the room with many Gryffindor's, Hufflepuff's, Ravenclaw's, and even a few Slytherine's at his heels.

When Harry noticed Ron's hands still tightly squeezed into fists Harry realized maybe Krum being in here will help with more than just Quidditch. Maybe Krum's presence would help Ron realize his own true feelings without his help.

Whether that was true or not Harry would not find out tonight, for not moments after Krum's departure did Ron storm out of the room himself without even a glance in Hermione's direction. Harry followed close at his heals afraid his friend might do something rash were he to catch up with the Bulgarian.

Luckily Ron stormed straight to their dorm room in Gryffindor Tower without anything getting in his way. Unfortunately for Harry that meant not being able to catch his breath and he immediately sat down on his bed to do so now.

"Did you see how Krum looked at Hermione?" Ron yelled. "What's even worse is-"

"Stop it Ron!" Harry cut him off. "Can't you see your losing her?"

Ron turned around and looked at Harry with the first hint of realization in his eyes he'd had since that morning. He put his head down, "You're right." He sighed, "I'll talk to her."

With that Ron crawled into bed and Harry sighed in relief.

'That's the last push I give you buddy. The rest is up to you.'