Harry and Hermione Chapter I

Takes place during the summer after the 5th year. This is my first, so be nice please!

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Dear Harry,
July 8
I hope you are doing well. Aren't you glad it's summer? I suppose you're bored, though. Well, Mum says it's ok if you can come to my house for the rest of the summer. Of course, it's all right if you don't want to. You could spend your birthday here! Ron is going to Romania to visit Charlie with his family, so he won't be back until August. My parents will be happy to meet you, although I've tried to explain to them the story behind You-Know-Who-all right, I'll say it-Voldemort, but they still have a lot to learn about the wizarding world. Well, send your answer back with this owl, by the way, I got him as a present when Mum and Dad received my O.W.L. scores. Her name's Crysallis. Maybe she and Hedwig could become friends. So send me your reply or you can try to call me, but I don't know how that would go with your Uncle. Remember when Ron called you?! He still thinks it's a 'fellytone'. I hope to hear from you soon. I could tell you my address, or we could meet at Grimmauld Place. I've been thinking about you a lot this summer, Harry.
Love,
Hermione

Harry refolded the letter and laid it on top of his trunk. She had been thinking about him? Every year she was becoming different, somehow.but what was the change? Well, they were going into their sixth year, of course things would be different. Oh well, Harry thought. I'll figure it out sometime. He grabbed his quill (which Hermione had given him) and scribbled a reply on a spare piece of parchment.

Hermione,
July 10
Thanks for saving me. It's been hell here. I think I will just meet you at Sirius' old place. I'll try to fly there tomorrow. I have to talk to Lupin anyways. Sirius.. Well, see you soon.
Your friend,
Harry

He slid the note into the pouch on Crysallis' leg and carried her to the window. The grey and white owl gave one final hoot as she spread her wings into the dimming sky. He began to gather up his scattered books from the floor of his tiny room. Harry picked up Unfogging the Future. He recalled the day in his third year when Hermione stormed out of Professor Trelawney's Divination class. He smiled inwardly at the memory. She had grown braver over the years for one thing, he could tell.

Once his trunk was all packed, and his wand was stored safely in his pocket, he took his Firebolt and tentatively opened the door of his room under the stairs. He crept out to the hallway, and nearly collided with the fuming, fat, purple face of his Uncle Vernon.
"And just where do you think you are going, young man?!" he hissed.
"I'm leaving for a friend's house." Harry replied calmly.
"Not now, not ever you aren't. Your precious godfather's dead now, who can you complain to now?" Vernon sneered smugly. Harry pulled out his wand in such a quick motion that Uncle Vernon was taken aback. "Don't you ever-ever talk about Sirius! You'll never be half the man he was! It seems to me that you've forgotten what my friends said to you when I got off the train-you remember, there was Moody, the one with the magical eye and the bowler hat? And Lupin and Tonks.If you won't let me leave, I'll just send them an owl about how you're mistreating me, and they'll come on over to get me-and have a word with you, I reckon." He said menacingly. This--the aspect of seeing that Moody again, and Harry's wand pointed between his eyes--seemed to convince Vernon Dursley to let his nephew go where ever he wished, or he would pay. Harry walked to the door. "Well, now that that's cleared up, I think I'll be on my way." He turned to face Uncle Vernon. "Have a good summer without me!" And with that, Harry Potter slammed the door, settled his trunk on the broom (to his surprise the Firebolt held its weight, plus his) and kicked hard off the ground, soaring into the air-to the noble and most ancient house of Black.

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More to come-hope you like it! Please R+R!
Most faithfully yours,
Remus Black