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Chapter 1: Home again
Harry lay in his bed, at number 4 Privet Drive, staring at the ceiling. He liked being able to write to his friends, but it just didn't feel the same as when he was with them. He needed to be with him.
The Dursley's couldn't possibly begin to comprehend the amount of pressure he had on himself. Even though everyone always told him that it wasn't his fault Sirius died, he still felt it was. He had always thought to himself, "If I had only tried harder at Occlumency then I wouldn't have had those dreams and I wouldn't have gone off like that and he would still be alive." But then again, Dumbledore had told Harry that if Sirius had stayed there like he was suppose to, he could also have prevented his death. He believed him, but he knew that would be impossible for someone like Sirius. He wasn't a soul to be strapped down like that.
"Harry!" Aunt Petunia called up in her usual annoyed voice.
He plopped down the stairs one by one and went into the kitchen, "Don't drop down on the stairs like that." she said before pushing an envelope into his hands as if it were something infectious that she wanted someone else to have instead of her. It was a letter from Mrs. Weasley.
"Thanks." he replied simply and went back upstairs.
He shut the door to his room and sat down on his bed and opened the letter.
Hello Harry!
Just checking up on you! I was writing to ask if you would want to come over to our house the last week of the summer. I thought you might need a break from your relatives? It was Ron's idea actually, I thought you would like it too, and Arthur liked the idea too. He wanted to ask you about some odd muggle contraption called a can opener or something of the sort. Well, I must go now; Ron and Ginny are about ready for lunch! I do hope you respond soon!
Mrs. Weasley
Harry felt so relieved that he could go over to their house. It was getting rather boring here. He took out some parchment and a quill and began writing, but was interrupted on a sharp knocking on the door.
He out the parchment down and went to the door. "One of your 'friends' is here." Uncle Vernon said putting an odd, but familiar emphasis on. He meant that one of his friends from Hogwarts.
He ran downstairs to the door. "Hermione! What are you doing here?" he said stepping outside.
He knew Aunt Petunia would have a fit if he let an uninvited guest in, especially if she hadn't cleaned up. "I was traveling around a little bit and happened to come a little towards your neighborhood, so I thought I'd stop by!"
"Oh, well thanks! It's good to see you! I'd let you in...but...oh forget it, you're my friend and I'm letting you in." he said swinging the door open. He led her up to his room. He was a bit ashamed of how messy of was, but Hermione didn't even act like she noticed.
"So how have you been all summer?" she asked sitting on the window sill.
"Oh...well it's been pretty boring around here. So basically all I had to do was do our work for the summer. I just got a letter from Ron's mum though. She wants to know if I want to come over for the last week of summer." he said rather nonchalantly.
"I don't know if you should Harry, didn't Dumbledore say you had to stay here?" she said ruining his one good moment. "Oh come on Hermione! It's only a week!" he said in a why-do-you-always-have-to-ruin-everything-good-in-my-life sort of voice.
"I'm just looking out for your best interest!" she said pushing herself away from the window. "I don't want my best friend to be killed! We've had enough as it is from you. And quite frankly I'm tired of always taking your rantings and I'm pretty sure Ron is too. Come on Harry! We talked about his last year!"
He knew she was right. He just didn't want to admit it. He wanted to tell her everything. Everything that Dumbledore had ever told him. Everything about the Prophecy. He felt that if he told someone else about it, he would feel better about it and at least someone would know what he was going through.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. He shouldn't tell her, but he wanted to.
He sat down on the bed and then sank down to the floor. His head dropped into his hands. He heard her take a step towards him.
"You're right." he finally got it out. "You're right, and I know it. I know I've been giving you both a lot to deal with...but," he looked up at her, "There are just some things I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone. It's hard not to tell you, it really is, but I can't. I wish I could make you understand...but I just don't know how Hermione!" he blurted out.
She didn't know what to say to him.
He had to keep it to himself for some reason and she knew she shouldn't press the matter, but she wanted to. "Why can't you tell me? I wouldn't tell anyone! Not even Ron!" she said as she kneeled down in front of him.
"I can't! You couldn't handle it and I don't think you should know about just yet. Maybe there will be a time when I can tell you, but it won't happen anytime soon. All right?" he said standing up in front of her.
He stood up so suddenly that she fell back off her feet. She looked up at him with understanding eyes.
"Look...I'm sorry." he stuck his had out to her. She looked at his hand for a moment then took it. He pulled her up rather easily and she stared at the floor.
"No. You shouldn't be the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have asked about it but I did! And...I'm just sorry!" she said choking on tears a little bit.
"No, come on, please don't cry!" he said pulling her into a hug. She started shaking a little bit, like you do when you start to cry. A small sob came out and he hugged her tighter, "Please don't cry, I'm not mad at you!" he said softly.
A little while later, they both went downstairs and they went outside.
He was expecting someone in a car to be sitting in the driveway, but there was none. "How did you get here?" he said confused.
"Oh, well...I've been practicing-" "
Can you apparate?" he finished for her. She blushed light red, "Yes," she admitted, "But it's not that big a deal!" she tried to make it seem less than it was.
"Yes it is! You can go anywhere you want!" he said amazed.
Something suddenly came to him, "Were you actually 'traveling'? Or did you just come to save me from this torture?" he asked smiling.
She tried to look surprised, but it turned into a big admitting smile. She covered her face as she turned even redder. "So what if I did? Maybe I was bored too?" she slightly laughed. "What, did you finish reading all of our books for this year or something?" he laughed.
She looked down at her feet and she crossed her arms a little defensively.
"Oh..." he said realizing she had. "Ahem. Well...sorry, I wasn't trying to make it sound bad! It just came out wrong!" he said apologetically.
She hung her head down and her hair fell in front of her face. "Hermione!" he wrapped his arms around her again. He felt her shaking again, but this time, she didn't sob, she started laughing.
"What-? Hermione!" he laughed slightly. He pushed her off. "What?" she playfully tried to keep his arms around her. They both started laughing. He put his hand on her shoulder to keep himself standing he was laughing so hard. His foot slipped off of the porch and he fell to the ground, pulling Hermione with him. He landed on his back with her right on top of him. They started laughing again until they realized how close they were to each others face.