This is my first fanfic! And im not the best writer, so any mistakes pointed out to me would be greatly appreciated. So please R&R!!

Chapter Summary: The story starts two days after the funeral with Harry waiting for the owl of his best friend Ron Weasley, but getting something else instead...

Disclaimer:As much as it pains me to say it, I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter or anything in his world.

The Smallest Bedroom

It had been two days since the Hogwarts express left Harry at platform 9¾, two days since he'd seen anyone, even heard from anyone. He was expecting a letter from one of his best friends, Ron Weasley, anytime now though. Ron had told him that he would owl him in two days to check up on him and tell him the exact date and arrangements for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Harry looked at his bedside clock, he groaned, it was only 8:30 am, and he knew how bad Ron was at getting up in the mornings. He felt his stomach rumble with hunger, so he decided to go down for some breakfast, and being a Saturday, all of the Dursleys slept in till at least 10 am, so he knew he would not be disturbed.

After a nourishing breakfast, he went back upstairs to await Ron's owl, which, he decided wasn't going to get here till early afternoon so, to pass some time, he decided to read the book on occlumency that he got from the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library. Madam Pince had been reluctant to let him borrow it for the summer, but Harry had argued with her saying that if she was in any way displeased with the condition in which he returned it, he would buy 5 more replacing it, which seemed to keep her happy. He had taken to reading it during the last two days to keep his mind off everything that has happened over the last year at Hogwarts. He was already quite a way through it and he had already achieved the first stage of emptying of all his thoughts and emotions for a short time, which, according to the book, was the easy part. Well, he knew this wasn't going to be a walk in the park. So he got his book out from his trunk at the end of his bed and sat down, but just as he was about to open the book, Hedwig gave a loud, ear piercing screech. So Harry walked over to Hedwig's cage, opened it, and out came Hedwig, now just hooting in a happy fashion while flying in a circular motion around the room.

"Well go on then" said Harry, "Didn't you want to go out?"

As he said that, the hooting Hedwig flew out the window, only to turn around and come back into Harry's room.

"What's the matter with you?" Harry asked.

When he only got a hoot in reply, Harry went to the window to have a look out, and to his surprise, saw another owl on the horizon, flying towards his open window.

"Oh so that's what your so happy about, ay?" Harry said as a huge grin crept onto his face, this could only be the owl that he waited for, after all, nobody else had any reason to write to him this early in the summer.

He watched as the owl he recognised as Pigwidgeon fly through the open window, drop the letter on Harry's head and fly to Hedwig's cage for some well deserved drink and rest. As soon as the letter dropped on his head, Harry grabbed it, and he saw the neat, tiny writing, that of his other best friend, Hermione Granger. Feeling a bit confused, he tore it open and began reading…

Dear Harry,

I hope your well, and that you have been keeping busy since you got back to the Dursley's. I only just arrived at The Burrow myself, and having awoke Ron, he knew that you would be awake, so, after shouting at me for waking him up, he told me to write to you to say that we will be visiting you around mid afternoon, about 4 pm if that's alright? Ohh, and be ready to leave! Hope to see you soon,

Love Hermione

P.S Ron passed his apparition test yesterday, he's really chuffed but I'm not supposed to tell you so just act surprised when he tells you please! Thanks!!

This made Harry think about the relationship between his two best friends, he knew they liked each other, ever since the disastrous events of the Yule ball in forth year. He wondered that if there was anything going on, it would most certainly have been Hermione who made the first move, or said the first word to start the relationship between them. Although, he was worried if it would effect the relationship between the three of them if they were to have an argument or a fight. He decided he would talk to them when they got here later on.

Harry realised that Pig was waiting for Ron and Hermione to arrive instead of flying all the way back, so he gave the two, very different owls an owl treat each. Harry watched with amusement as Pig tried to scoff the owl treat in one, as weird squeaks came from his mouth.

"Stupid Pig" joked Harry, as he went to release the owl treat from the miniscule bird,

"Ginny's name for you is quite appropriate isn't it?"

Harry stopped after he said that, thinking of Ginny hurt him, the feeling of absence in his gut came every time he'd thought of Ginny since he got back, which only returned to normal after an extensive session of stage one Occlumency.

Harry then set his alarm clock to go off at 3:50 pm, as he was usually in a trance-like state when he practiced occlumency, and he wanted to get packed and be ready for when Ron and Hermione came. So he then turned to the book on the end of his bed, opened up to his last page, and began following the steps he had come to recognise these last two days, and began emptying his mind.

If Harry had been in a normal state of mind, he would've heard the two pops of apparition into the alleyway across the street from him. As he was, however, he did not hear them, and the two people that magically popped into Little Winging, took one look at Harry's window, then disappeared and reappeared into Harry's small bedroom with four little pops.

Harry would not have woken from his trance-like state had it not been for the fact that the two people didn't know where exactly they were going in Harry's bedroom, so one of them landed on Harry's lap, while the other landed on the edge of the bed, and toppled it right over, as the combined weight of Harry and the person on his lap added to the weight of the other person on the edge, was just too much. Everyone landed on a heap on the floor with an almighty THUD, followed closely by another loud THUMP of the bed landing behind Harry and the two guests, making the owl's cage rattle a bit.

"I know I set my alarm, but this take the piss!" Harry said as he disentangled himself from somebody he couldn't quite make out yet, then he noticed the bushy hair and the slender figure of Hermione,

"Ah, at least it was you and not Ron that landed on my lap, my legs hurt badly as it is, let alone if it was Ron instead! Especially the amount he eats." Harry said with a chuckle. He bent down, offered both Ron and Hermione hands to get up, and dragged them up to their own two feet.

"Sorry Harry, I haven't been here before so I was just going on what Ron told me, obviously he was wrong." Hermione said with a glare at Ron.

"Hey, its not my fault that Harry changed his room around since the last time I was here, how was I supposed to know?" Ron said as he brushed off his jeans.

"Anyway, how are you Harry?" Ron asked merrily.

"You know me, I love being cooped up at the Dursley's with nobody to hold a civil conversation with." Harry replied with a wide grin. Harry then noticed that were holding each other's hand.

"Ha ha, very funny, I see being cooped up with the Dursleys didn't change your sense of humour." Ron replied with an equally wide grin

"Yeah, well it's only been two days isn't it? I've been cooped up much longer before, haven't I? Anyway, you two seemed to have worked out everything." said Harry with a look of knowing on his face.

Ron gave Harry a sheepish grin and then suddenly became fascinated by his shoes. Harry looked to Hermione for the answer he knew was coming.

"Yes, as you can see, me and Ron have worked it out and come clean about our feelings for each other." At this, Hermione gave Ron a quick smile, and Ron looked up from his shoes to return the smile.

"It's about time, that's for sure." Harry said, winking at Ron, "and congratulations, you two deserve to be happy."

With this said, Hermione let go of Ron's hand and gave Harry a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then she rounded onto Ron and pulled him into her embrace and started snogging with a passion.

Harry let them continue for a minute or two before he couldn't take it any more.

"Alright alright, I said I approve, but don't go snogging in front of me if you can help it please, I don't want to remove any of my memory if I can help it." He added with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Your one to talk! What was all that about last year with my sister, ay?" Ron replied with an ear to ear smile on his face.

Harry's face dropped at the mention of Ginny, that absence feeling in his gut coming back again. Ron obviously sensed Harry's discomfort, because he added

"Sorry mate, I didn't think. Oww Hermione, that hurt!" He moaned, as Hermione hit him in the arm "But now that we breached that subject," Ron continued, "Ginny told me that she wants a word with you as soon as possible. Then she walked off mumbling something about being noble and hexing, if I were you, I'd come back with us for a night or two, and have a private chat with her about all of this. Me and Hermione have been talking about it, and we thought that…" At this point Ron looked at Hermione for some help, egging her on to continue,

"Me and Ronald thought that maybe to help with the situation between you and Ginny, perhaps you could tell her everything? About the horcruxes, the prophecy, everything! That way, she might come round to your way of thinking, and understand more about why you want to keep her at arms length." Hermione actually disagreed with what she had just said, but if it helped him with Ginny and their relationship, then she was willing to tell him this one little lie.

Harry was just standing there, taking in what Ron and Hermione were telling him,

"I'm not sure, I'll need to think about it. But wouldn't that put her in more danger? Having that knowledge isn't exactly safe, and its a lot to take on as well, I think I've only managed it because it came in two parts, not all at once, imagine what Ginny would be like if we unloaded all that information onto her? I wouldn't be surprised if she collapsed or fainted somehow." Harry's face must have shown concern because Hermione spoke up,

"Well, we could just tell her about the prophecy to begin with, then after a couple of weeks, or maybe months, we could tell her the rest?"

"Yeah that doesn't sound too bad, I think. Anyway, we can talk about this later. What's happening now? Are we going to the Burrow?" Harry inquired.

"Yeah, we better hurry up, we told mum that we'd only be about 5 minutes. You ready?" Ron asked.

"Ready? Do I look ready?"

Harry really didn't look ready, books were lying all over the place, robes were strewn all over the room and his trunk was just a mess.

"I told you to be ready to leave!" Hermione said to Harry.

"Yeah, but you said be ready to leave at around 4 pm, its not even 3:50 yet!"

"Yeah, well someone wouldn't stop bugging us, asking if she could come along. I think seeing the room of'the boy who lived' would greatly please a certain red haired Weasley girl." Hermione said with a mischievous grin on her face, much to the dislike of Ron.

"Oh well, you'll just have to wait until I finish packing. It wont take long."

So the next 10 minutes was spent searching every nook and cranny of the smallest bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive. Once every hole had been emptied, Harry turned to Ron and said

"No offence, but I think I should go with Hermione, while you take my trunk to the burrow, I want to have both my eyebrows when we arrive"

Ron laughed as he remembered his first attempt at the apparition licence.

"Ha ha, very funny. Come on then, ill take the trunk, while Hermione takes 'the boy who lived' " Ron added with a grin, then he apperated away with Harry's trunk.

"Ohh he'll pay for that one, come on then, lets go home. Ohh wait..I should leave a note for my aunt and uncle, to tell them that I will be back, much to their displeasure, otherwise ill come back and this room would no longer be recognisable." Then Harry grabbed some ink and parchment, scribbled a quick note and pinned it to the outside of his bedroom door. He then took Hermione's arm and they felt the uncomfortable feeling of being squeezed into a pipe, and the smallest bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive whirled out of their view.