A/N: This is an H/H fiction based on JK Rowling's amazing Harry Potter
series. Enjoy my fic – and don't forget to REVIEW!
Chapter One.
Harry stared outside into Privet Drive. Looking at the familiar street and polished cars, he sighed. He was very lucky to be alive and he knew that Voldemort was back, out there and taking his time before he came for Harry to finish the task that he started when he was only a year old.
Harry knew that he was more vulnerable because the protection that his mother gave him when she died for him was now running through Voldemort's veins, also. That meant that Voldemort could kill him.
He wondered what Hagrid was doing with Madame Maxime in a far off land. And what dark things Lucius could be planning and plotting. And whether Cornelius Fudge – that idiot – was still oblivious…or rather, willing himself to be so.
He also wondered whether or not Ron and Hermione were safe.
Harry would never, ever be the same after he saw Cedric being murdered in front of him, never believing when people said that it wasn't his fault. He knew that he could never look Cho Chang in the eye again.
Harry sighed, took off his glasses and lay in bed, waiting for midnight to strike. He would be sixteen and when he thought about it, he was practically an adult.
When he first came back for the summer, his voice was high and squeaky for a week and then settled into a stable, considerably lower vocal tone. Being in the middle of his growth spurt and Aunt Petunia making him work in the garden for three pounds a day, he wasn't as skinny. In fact, Harry wasn't skinny at all, but fairly muscly. His hair was still all over the place and his green eyes that sparkled behind his glasses were as bright as ever. Dudley's voice hadn't still gone beyond the squeaky stage.
Ten minutes…five minutes…two minutes…one minute…30 seconds…20….10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…Harry sang softly under his breath, 'Happy Birthday to me…' and opened his window to let in Hedwig, his own snowy owl, black amber-eyed one, two handsome tawny ones and a orange-ish green-eyed one.
He took an envelope and small parcel from one of the tawny ones and saw the Hogwarts's seal. He slit it open and shook out the letter and read it, a smile spreading on his face.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been elected as a prefect. Many congratulations. Please note that being a prefect you must set an example for the younger students and indeed those of the same age.
The other prefects and Head Girl and Boy are:
Hermione Granger – Griffindor Prefect
Ron Weasley – Griffindor Prefect
Justin Finch-Fletchley – Hufflepuff Prefect
Hannah Abbott – Hufflepuff Prefect
Jessica Barry – Hufflepuff Prefect
Terry Boot – Ravenclaw Prefect
Mandy Brocklehurst – Ravenclaw Prefect
George Klopher – Ravenclaw Prefect.
Draco Malfoy – Slytherin Prefect
Pansy Parkinson – Slytherin Prefect
Millicent Bulstrode – Slytherin Prefect.
Angelina Johnson – Head Girl
Roger Davis – Head Boy
You will notice that there are three prefects for each house.
Many congratulations once again, and see you in the first carriage of the Hogwarts Express on September the first.
Yours Sincerely,
1.1 Minervra McGonagall
2 Deputy Headmistress
Harry flipped though the rest of the parchment finding the regular school lists and unwrapped the little parcel to reveal a shiny badge with Prefect written on it.
He placed it next to his alarm clock and took a bigger parcel and a card from the black owl.
Dear Harry,
How weird is it that we are prefects, I mean come on, how many rules have we broken? Mum was so happy and she cried and said maybe there would be another Head Boy in the family. Wouldn't that be good, she sobbed, three Head Boys in the family. Honestly, you'd think that I did something amazing.
Fred and George said that they might have to disown me and all that crap, but really, those two aren't that bad. D'you know that they gave me new dress robes that are scarlet and a Nimbus 2001? And they got Mum this owl, 'cause Errol's retiring. About time too, I reckon.
Hope that you like your birthday present and don't let the Muggles get you down!
From,
Ron.
He opened the parcel and pulled out a black sweater with a silver dragon emblazoned on it. He grinned again, he had told Fred and George to buy him the dress robes after he gave them thousand Galleons.
He put the sweater and the card down and opened yet another letter.
Dear Harry,
I can't believe that we are actually prefects! I think it's wonderful that we are prefects together but I don't know how that slime-ball, Draco got to be prefect. Probably, his slime-ball father cajoled, bribed and harassed them into picking him, the slimy git.
I hope that your holidays were good, and I did visit Viktor in Bulgaria (it's such a fascinating place with an amazing magical history) and I hope that my food parcels arrived.
[[Harry remembered the food parcels he relied on while he was here, because of Dudley's diet. He was getting thinner Harry admitted to himself, and turned back to her letter.]]
I haven't done any of my homework yet, I can't be bothered so I'll guess I'll have to get cracking before September the first.
Ron said the some nutter donated one thousand Galleons to Fred and George's Joke Shop. I thought it might have been you? That was very nice of you.
I'll be in Diagon Alley on August the eighteenth and I thought that maybe we could meet there? Keep in touch, Harry.
Love From,
Hermione.
Harry smiled to himself again and shook his head. Trust Hermione, the cleverest person in his year at Hogwarts to figure that out. Unwrapping a neatly packaged box, Harry found an ornate cologne bottle with a spicy, rich smell.
Harry opened another letter.
Dear Harry,
How're you doing? I've sent some stuff from Australia – not saying that I'm there or anything.
[[Harry smiled, Hagrid was terrible at keeping secrets.]]
I'm on a trip with Madame Maxime and that's all I'm telling you! I may be back for part of the school year but nothin' is confirmed yet. Seem's to me that it's better that way.
'Course Dumbledore is still at Hogwarts and while he's there I'm not to worried. You make sure you look after yourself, now Harry and don't do anything silly, will you? I know you won't.
I hope that your holidays go well and if anything goes wrong, owl me…or at least owl Dumbledore.
Keep yourself well.
Hagrid
Harry opened the package and he found a brown cowboy-like hat. Harry remembered them being called slouch hats or something. He also found some bread-like stuff which, in a postscript said that it was damper. Harry sampled the damper cautiously (being well-aware of Hagrid's cooking) and found he liked it. There was also a opal-studded armband.
Harry opened the last letter.
Dear Harry,
How are you doing? You better be keeping watchful and remember what I said about your scar hurting. I hope that the Muggles are treating you well, and make sure that you remind them about your 'escaped convict' godfather. That does come in handy, doesn't it?
I am on business with Snape, and really I guess that he isn't that bad. Well not as bad as that Draco and his father. Snape is not rotten to the core, just a little rotten on the edges, but when you get to know him, he is a fairly well-read, agreeable and clever man.
I've never told you this Harry, but I used to have a sweetheart at Hogwarts named Shirley Figg and I met her the other day on Hogwarts business. I can tell you how hard it is to keep meetings strictly professional!
I'll keep in touch Harry, and you tell me if anything, ANYTHING happens to make you uncomfortable.
Yours truly,
Sirius,
Sirius was Harry's godfather. Friendly, sometimes paranoid, funny and a wrongly-accused-escaped-convict, hey what else could a teenage boy want? Harry told Mr. and Mrs. Dursley about his godfather being an escaped convict, of course, but conveniently forgot to mention the falsely accused part. His mean uncle and aunt lived in fear of him, knowing that Sirius could turn them into toads if Harry asked them too.
Harry opened Sirius's package and found a champagne glass with James and Lily written on it in frosted flowing script. Another note fell out of it.
Harry – this is the glass that your mother and father shared on their wedding day. It is untouched and exactly how it was after their last sip. I found it in a box in my house after I was finally allowed to go there. Enjoy. – Sirius.
Harry stared at the glass, turning it around and around in his hands. He examined every inch of it finding a lipstick mark on it. It still smelled sweet from whatever was inside it.
Harry placed it on his bedside table and stared at his reflection in it for awhile. Then he sank back into his pillows and slept peacefully.
Harry stepped out of the Knight Bus, thanking Stan and Ernie – the conductor and driver. He walked through Diagon Alley, looking for Ron and Hermione. They had arranged to meet in front of Flourish and Blotts. He walked over to Flourish and Blotts and saw Hermione looking at some quills.
His jaw dropped.
The characteristically bushy brown hair that had been her trademark had given place to shoulder length, silky curls with golden streaks glistening through it. Her straight, even teeth were very white and her eyes (which Harry hadn't noticed before) were brown with gold glints and the whites were very white. She was about two inches shorter than him and her skin was tanned and smooth and there was a pretty flush of pink on her cheeks and her lips were pink and glossy.
She wore a white halter neck top and a fairly short pink skirt with white low-heeled sandals. Carrying a white handbag, Harry realized that the girl he remembered had turned into a complete knock-not.
Flicking some hair back she smiled shyly. 'Hi Harry.'
'Hey…you've changed…what have you been up to?' Harry said.
'I went to Bulgaria…that's about it. You've changed too…' she said, '…not as runty-looking.'
'Hey!'
She laughed, 'Just my little joke, Harry.'
'HERMIONE!' shouted a voice, 'HARRY!'
'Ron?' Harry guessed.
'Yeah, yeah it's me. Bloody hell, Hermione you've changed.' He seemed to have spotted her short skirt. 'You've lost you identity!'
'I have not.' muttered Hermione, tugging her skirt towards her knees.
'What happened to our bookworm, huh, Harry?' asked Ron.
'I have no idea.' Said Harry. 'She looks great, but.'
'I can't look down my nose at you now Ron. You're too tall.' Complained Hermione.
'You never could.' teased Ron.
'What have you been up to then, Ron?' asked Harry.
Ron hadn't changed that much though taller, less freckled and his hair darkened into auburn rather than red. OK, so he had changed quite a bit.
'Oh.' Said Ron, off-handedly. 'This and that.'
'Looking good, Hermione!' said Seamus.
'What have you been up to?' asked Dean suggestively.
She smiled, 'Not much. And you aren't four aren't looking that bad either.'
'Boy you're lucky,' said Harry, 'You'll have us escorting you everywhere – you'll be the envy of every girl.'
Hermione rolled her eyes.
'Whose that babe your chatting up, Potter?' said a voice.
It was Malfoy.
He came from behind Hermione so he didn't know who she was.
Harry leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. She smiled and turned around slowly, flicked her hair and flashing a smile.
Malfoy raised his eyebrows and whistled impressively. Then he realized who it was. 'Granger!'
'Malfoy.' She said calmly. 'Looking more snidely everyday, I see.'
Malfoy look gobsmacked.
'Draco, close your mouth. It isn't attractive.' Said Hermione. 'See you, boys.'
She waved flirtatiously and sauntered off, swaying her hips.
'Mudblood…' said Draco, very dazed. And he left.
After he was out of sight, Ron called Hermione back.
'Hey, Hermione! He's gone!' he shouted.
'Very nice.' said Harry. 'I'm impressed.'
'OK, why don't we get our school stuff?' suggested Hermione.
Ron rolled his eyes, 'Some things never change.'
Chapter One.
Harry stared outside into Privet Drive. Looking at the familiar street and polished cars, he sighed. He was very lucky to be alive and he knew that Voldemort was back, out there and taking his time before he came for Harry to finish the task that he started when he was only a year old.
Harry knew that he was more vulnerable because the protection that his mother gave him when she died for him was now running through Voldemort's veins, also. That meant that Voldemort could kill him.
He wondered what Hagrid was doing with Madame Maxime in a far off land. And what dark things Lucius could be planning and plotting. And whether Cornelius Fudge – that idiot – was still oblivious…or rather, willing himself to be so.
He also wondered whether or not Ron and Hermione were safe.
Harry would never, ever be the same after he saw Cedric being murdered in front of him, never believing when people said that it wasn't his fault. He knew that he could never look Cho Chang in the eye again.
Harry sighed, took off his glasses and lay in bed, waiting for midnight to strike. He would be sixteen and when he thought about it, he was practically an adult.
When he first came back for the summer, his voice was high and squeaky for a week and then settled into a stable, considerably lower vocal tone. Being in the middle of his growth spurt and Aunt Petunia making him work in the garden for three pounds a day, he wasn't as skinny. In fact, Harry wasn't skinny at all, but fairly muscly. His hair was still all over the place and his green eyes that sparkled behind his glasses were as bright as ever. Dudley's voice hadn't still gone beyond the squeaky stage.
Ten minutes…five minutes…two minutes…one minute…30 seconds…20….10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…Harry sang softly under his breath, 'Happy Birthday to me…' and opened his window to let in Hedwig, his own snowy owl, black amber-eyed one, two handsome tawny ones and a orange-ish green-eyed one.
He took an envelope and small parcel from one of the tawny ones and saw the Hogwarts's seal. He slit it open and shook out the letter and read it, a smile spreading on his face.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been elected as a prefect. Many congratulations. Please note that being a prefect you must set an example for the younger students and indeed those of the same age.
The other prefects and Head Girl and Boy are:
Hermione Granger – Griffindor Prefect
Ron Weasley – Griffindor Prefect
Justin Finch-Fletchley – Hufflepuff Prefect
Hannah Abbott – Hufflepuff Prefect
Jessica Barry – Hufflepuff Prefect
Terry Boot – Ravenclaw Prefect
Mandy Brocklehurst – Ravenclaw Prefect
George Klopher – Ravenclaw Prefect.
Draco Malfoy – Slytherin Prefect
Pansy Parkinson – Slytherin Prefect
Millicent Bulstrode – Slytherin Prefect.
Angelina Johnson – Head Girl
Roger Davis – Head Boy
You will notice that there are three prefects for each house.
Many congratulations once again, and see you in the first carriage of the Hogwarts Express on September the first.
Yours Sincerely,
1.1 Minervra McGonagall
2 Deputy Headmistress
Harry flipped though the rest of the parchment finding the regular school lists and unwrapped the little parcel to reveal a shiny badge with Prefect written on it.
He placed it next to his alarm clock and took a bigger parcel and a card from the black owl.
Dear Harry,
How weird is it that we are prefects, I mean come on, how many rules have we broken? Mum was so happy and she cried and said maybe there would be another Head Boy in the family. Wouldn't that be good, she sobbed, three Head Boys in the family. Honestly, you'd think that I did something amazing.
Fred and George said that they might have to disown me and all that crap, but really, those two aren't that bad. D'you know that they gave me new dress robes that are scarlet and a Nimbus 2001? And they got Mum this owl, 'cause Errol's retiring. About time too, I reckon.
Hope that you like your birthday present and don't let the Muggles get you down!
From,
Ron.
He opened the parcel and pulled out a black sweater with a silver dragon emblazoned on it. He grinned again, he had told Fred and George to buy him the dress robes after he gave them thousand Galleons.
He put the sweater and the card down and opened yet another letter.
Dear Harry,
I can't believe that we are actually prefects! I think it's wonderful that we are prefects together but I don't know how that slime-ball, Draco got to be prefect. Probably, his slime-ball father cajoled, bribed and harassed them into picking him, the slimy git.
I hope that your holidays were good, and I did visit Viktor in Bulgaria (it's such a fascinating place with an amazing magical history) and I hope that my food parcels arrived.
[[Harry remembered the food parcels he relied on while he was here, because of Dudley's diet. He was getting thinner Harry admitted to himself, and turned back to her letter.]]
I haven't done any of my homework yet, I can't be bothered so I'll guess I'll have to get cracking before September the first.
Ron said the some nutter donated one thousand Galleons to Fred and George's Joke Shop. I thought it might have been you? That was very nice of you.
I'll be in Diagon Alley on August the eighteenth and I thought that maybe we could meet there? Keep in touch, Harry.
Love From,
Hermione.
Harry smiled to himself again and shook his head. Trust Hermione, the cleverest person in his year at Hogwarts to figure that out. Unwrapping a neatly packaged box, Harry found an ornate cologne bottle with a spicy, rich smell.
Harry opened another letter.
Dear Harry,
How're you doing? I've sent some stuff from Australia – not saying that I'm there or anything.
[[Harry smiled, Hagrid was terrible at keeping secrets.]]
I'm on a trip with Madame Maxime and that's all I'm telling you! I may be back for part of the school year but nothin' is confirmed yet. Seem's to me that it's better that way.
'Course Dumbledore is still at Hogwarts and while he's there I'm not to worried. You make sure you look after yourself, now Harry and don't do anything silly, will you? I know you won't.
I hope that your holidays go well and if anything goes wrong, owl me…or at least owl Dumbledore.
Keep yourself well.
Hagrid
Harry opened the package and he found a brown cowboy-like hat. Harry remembered them being called slouch hats or something. He also found some bread-like stuff which, in a postscript said that it was damper. Harry sampled the damper cautiously (being well-aware of Hagrid's cooking) and found he liked it. There was also a opal-studded armband.
Harry opened the last letter.
Dear Harry,
How are you doing? You better be keeping watchful and remember what I said about your scar hurting. I hope that the Muggles are treating you well, and make sure that you remind them about your 'escaped convict' godfather. That does come in handy, doesn't it?
I am on business with Snape, and really I guess that he isn't that bad. Well not as bad as that Draco and his father. Snape is not rotten to the core, just a little rotten on the edges, but when you get to know him, he is a fairly well-read, agreeable and clever man.
I've never told you this Harry, but I used to have a sweetheart at Hogwarts named Shirley Figg and I met her the other day on Hogwarts business. I can tell you how hard it is to keep meetings strictly professional!
I'll keep in touch Harry, and you tell me if anything, ANYTHING happens to make you uncomfortable.
Yours truly,
Sirius,
Sirius was Harry's godfather. Friendly, sometimes paranoid, funny and a wrongly-accused-escaped-convict, hey what else could a teenage boy want? Harry told Mr. and Mrs. Dursley about his godfather being an escaped convict, of course, but conveniently forgot to mention the falsely accused part. His mean uncle and aunt lived in fear of him, knowing that Sirius could turn them into toads if Harry asked them too.
Harry opened Sirius's package and found a champagne glass with James and Lily written on it in frosted flowing script. Another note fell out of it.
Harry – this is the glass that your mother and father shared on their wedding day. It is untouched and exactly how it was after their last sip. I found it in a box in my house after I was finally allowed to go there. Enjoy. – Sirius.
Harry stared at the glass, turning it around and around in his hands. He examined every inch of it finding a lipstick mark on it. It still smelled sweet from whatever was inside it.
Harry placed it on his bedside table and stared at his reflection in it for awhile. Then he sank back into his pillows and slept peacefully.
Harry stepped out of the Knight Bus, thanking Stan and Ernie – the conductor and driver. He walked through Diagon Alley, looking for Ron and Hermione. They had arranged to meet in front of Flourish and Blotts. He walked over to Flourish and Blotts and saw Hermione looking at some quills.
His jaw dropped.
The characteristically bushy brown hair that had been her trademark had given place to shoulder length, silky curls with golden streaks glistening through it. Her straight, even teeth were very white and her eyes (which Harry hadn't noticed before) were brown with gold glints and the whites were very white. She was about two inches shorter than him and her skin was tanned and smooth and there was a pretty flush of pink on her cheeks and her lips were pink and glossy.
She wore a white halter neck top and a fairly short pink skirt with white low-heeled sandals. Carrying a white handbag, Harry realized that the girl he remembered had turned into a complete knock-not.
Flicking some hair back she smiled shyly. 'Hi Harry.'
'Hey…you've changed…what have you been up to?' Harry said.
'I went to Bulgaria…that's about it. You've changed too…' she said, '…not as runty-looking.'
'Hey!'
She laughed, 'Just my little joke, Harry.'
'HERMIONE!' shouted a voice, 'HARRY!'
'Ron?' Harry guessed.
'Yeah, yeah it's me. Bloody hell, Hermione you've changed.' He seemed to have spotted her short skirt. 'You've lost you identity!'
'I have not.' muttered Hermione, tugging her skirt towards her knees.
'What happened to our bookworm, huh, Harry?' asked Ron.
'I have no idea.' Said Harry. 'She looks great, but.'
'I can't look down my nose at you now Ron. You're too tall.' Complained Hermione.
'You never could.' teased Ron.
'What have you been up to then, Ron?' asked Harry.
Ron hadn't changed that much though taller, less freckled and his hair darkened into auburn rather than red. OK, so he had changed quite a bit.
'Oh.' Said Ron, off-handedly. 'This and that.'
'Looking good, Hermione!' said Seamus.
'What have you been up to?' asked Dean suggestively.
She smiled, 'Not much. And you aren't four aren't looking that bad either.'
'Boy you're lucky,' said Harry, 'You'll have us escorting you everywhere – you'll be the envy of every girl.'
Hermione rolled her eyes.
'Whose that babe your chatting up, Potter?' said a voice.
It was Malfoy.
He came from behind Hermione so he didn't know who she was.
Harry leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. She smiled and turned around slowly, flicked her hair and flashing a smile.
Malfoy raised his eyebrows and whistled impressively. Then he realized who it was. 'Granger!'
'Malfoy.' She said calmly. 'Looking more snidely everyday, I see.'
Malfoy look gobsmacked.
'Draco, close your mouth. It isn't attractive.' Said Hermione. 'See you, boys.'
She waved flirtatiously and sauntered off, swaying her hips.
'Mudblood…' said Draco, very dazed. And he left.
After he was out of sight, Ron called Hermione back.
'Hey, Hermione! He's gone!' he shouted.
'Very nice.' said Harry. 'I'm impressed.'
'OK, why don't we get our school stuff?' suggested Hermione.
Ron rolled his eyes, 'Some things never change.'