A/N: So this is going to be a Harry/Hermione Story! To the ones, who have read my previous stories, this will not be a very big surprise,

since I am a Harry|Hermnione shipper. This is a project that came to my Mind in the gym a week ago. This will be a summer-project, but I

don't know, when it will be completed, and I don't know, where it will lead. Neither do I know, when it will finish, it starts in the summer

before secound year. I'll try not to do any Bashing, since I want to keep it as realistic as possible. Also I have to note, that I like Ron, unlike a lot of

other Harmony-Shippers. And last but not least: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did, I'd be rich. And Harry and Hermione would be together.

Enjoy reading!

Why he likes her

Chapter 1 - Dobby

Harry Potter was sitting in his room at the Dursleys. Back to Privet Drive. He had a hard time believing, that his first year at Hogwarts wasn't a dream. He felt sad. His two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger hadn't sent him any letters. "Great best friends they are" Harry thought misarably. He missed Hogwarts. To him, it was his first real home. He was accepted there. Not crashed with hatred every day. Okay, his owl was up in his room, one indicator it wasn't just a dream. But he still didn't understand, why he had to stay here again. With people that hated him so much, with people that didn't like magic or anything "not-so-normal". He thought back a month ago, when he defeated Voldemort again. He looked back at his entire last year. Sleeping in his four-poster beside Ron. Waking up and beeing annoyed by Hermione to do his homework or not to fight with his enemy, Malfoy. Now he was sitting up here, barely enough to eat. He thought of the big feasts at Hogwarts. He got even more hungry and miserable. Hedwig was making a lot of noise, as she was very annoyed of beeing locked up in here cage all the time. "I can't let you out Hedwig, you know I'm not aloud to use magic outside of school, besides if Uncle Vernon -" "HARRY POTTER" "Great, now you've done it!". Harry got up and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. When he entered he saw Petunia, prepairing desert for the Maisons, who were about to come this evening. "He's in there.", Petunia said and pointed out into the living room. He went to Uncle Vernon, who was fixing up Dudley. "If you can't get that bloody owl of yours under control, it will have to go!", he barked. "But she's board. If I could only let her out for an hour or two." Harry explained. Vernon didn't seem to care, he was getting harsh. "So you can send those bloody friends of your's secret messages? No sir!" he almost yelled. Harry tried to stay calm. He replied sadly: "I havent gotten letters from my friends at all. Not one. All summer.". Dudley came up to him and sneered: "Who'd want to be friends with you?". "Ohh look at the time, the Maisons should be here any minute. Get prepared! Petunia you will be in the Lounge, okay? Dudley you will be standing by the door! Open up, when they come!" Vernon paused, then looked at Harry full of hatred. "And you?" he said darkly. "I'll be in my bedroom, won't make a noise and pretend not to exsist." Harry answered in a board voice.

When Harry opend the door to his room, he couldn't trust his eyes. A well - what was that? It was jumping on his bed. When it saw Harry and bowed. "Who are you?" Harry asked. "Sorry sir, I am Dobby, Sir, Dobby, the house-elf!", Dobby replied. "Sorry, but this isn't a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bedroom." Harry said a bit annoyed. "Dobby understands, Sir! Dobby just came to say, it is difficult, Sir. Dobby wonders, where to begin."

"Why don't you sit down?", Harry asked. "Sit down? S-Sit down?" Dobby started crying like someone had offended him very badley. Harry was extremly confused. "Sorry, Dobby. I didn't mean to offend you or anything -" "Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of Harry Potters greatness. But never has Dobby been asked to sit down - like an equal." Harry chuckled. "You can't have met many decent wizards then.", he said thoughtfully. "No, I haven't!", Dobby replied. Then his face fell. "That was an awful thing to say!" Dobby started banging his head against his cupboard. Harry panicked. Hopefully the Dursleys didn't hear that downstairs. "Dobby, STOP!", Harry said very frightend. Dobby said: "Dobby almost spoke badly of his family. The one that Dobby is ought to serve for the rest of his live!". Dobby contionued: "But Dobby is here to warn great Harry Potter, that there is a plot! A terrible plot - at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry! Terrible things are bout to happen this year! Dobby came home to tell Harry Potter, he must not go back to school!". Harry was confused once again. "What kind of plot are you talking about? Who is it?" Dobby started groaning: I can't - tell - if master finds out - can't tell" - he jumped up on Harrys nightstand - "can't tell". Harry got annoyed. "Okay - I understand you can't tell - it's okay." Dobby wasn't listening to him though. He started banging his head with the lamp on his lamp and started yelling. Suddenly Harry heard noises of Uncle Vernon come up the stairs. He grabbed the Elf and put him into his closet. Just in time. The door opend and Vernon barked: "What the devil are you doing up here?". The door of the closet opend a bit. Harry pushed it back. "You are about to ruin my carreer. One more sound and your are gonna wish you have never been born, boy!" he said angrilly. "And fix that door!" He left and slammed his room door. Harry let Dobby out again. "See? That's why I have to go back! I can't stay here, I'll go nuts! All my friends are there by the way, I don't have one single friend here!", Harry told the elf. "Friends that do not even write to Harry Potter?", Dobby asked. "Well I suppose they have just been - hold on! How do you know that?", Harry eying the elf closely. Dobby looked a bit scared. "Harry Potter must't be angry with Dobby", he said. "Dobby thought, that if Harry Potter believed his friends had forgotten him, Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir!" Dobby pulled out a pile of letters. Harry was very angry, like Dobby would have guessed. "Give me those - now!", Harry said qiutley. "NO", Dobby roared and ran away. He opend the door, ran down the stairs, followed by Harry. He reched the kitchen and looked at the pudding, and Harry said: "Dobby, please, don't!" Dobby had snipped his fingers, now the pudding was hovering one meter above the ground. He snipped again, the pudding flew slowley in to the living room. "DOBBY" The elf looked at Harry. "Harry Potter must say, he isn't going back to school!", Dobby whispered. "I can't", Harry whispered back. "Dobby is very sorry then" He snipped the finger a third time and the pudding fell down on Mrs. Maison. She didn't look Happy.

To be continued

A/N: Don't worry, this is just the beginning, and I know, it is only retold, but I thought it might be good to make you feel the atmosphere of the book and movie once again. Of course there's not going to be another part like this. Chapter's may change in how long they are, just enjoy them. Hope you liked the first chapter. I'll be updating soon, in the coming days. Looking forward to when Harry meets Hermione? Yeah me to! See you, folks!

And sorry for spelling mistakes!