A/N- This is my first fanfic everyone!! I hope you like it. Sorry about any mistakes. I don't have a beta so... Have fun and tell me what you think please.
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters you may know.
Harry looked out the small window in his small bedroom at Privet Drive. The rain was a calming noise to his anxious brain. Harry was not sure exactly what but he knew that something was most definitely not right. It had been two weeks since he had come back to the Dursley's for summer vacation. It had been two weeks and a half since his godfather, his most trusted adult figure, had died in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic.
Last week Harry had started to feel weird. His head had suddenly felt like it had been ripped open; it was not the kind of pain that he experienced when his scar would hurt, no, this pain was even worst. He had felt it throughout his whole head. The pain had only lasted about two minutes but it had been enough; he had had to spend the rest of the day laying in bed because he could not find the strength in himself to move.
Then just yesterday Harry had felt a ticklish sensation in his chest. It had started in his chest but it had slowly moved throughout his whole body. The feeling had lasted until just a couple of hours ago and now he could not feel his body. It was as if he was not part of his body. If he thought hard enough he could get his limbs moving but it took a lot of effort and energy.
Just when Harry was contemplating this thought he felt as if a great weight had just been applied to his chest. The weight started traveling through his body at amazing speed until his whole body was under the weight. As soon as it began it stopped and once again Harry could feel his body. And with the feel of his body came a strong feeling of nausea.
Without a second thought Harry jumped up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. Once he had discarded everything in his stomach he made his way to the mirror.
Harry looked the same as always. Messy uncontrollable short black hair, brilliant emerald green eyes that looked as through they had suffered too much to belong in the body of a fifteen soon to be sixteen year old boy, creamy white skin and too skinny for his own good.
Looking at his reflection for one more second Harry turned his back to the mirror and left the bathroom. He was feeling more energetic than he had felt all week. Unfortunately Harry had no way to burn his energy. Since his friends had threatened his relatives at the train station the Dursleys had decided that the best way to handle Harry without angering the 'freaks', as they called them, was to lock him in his room and only let him out to use the bathroom. For Harry this was not so bad, at least he did not have to face his relatives or do all the chores in the house.
Harry had written to the Order every three days as promised but none of them had replied. Harry decided not to think of his friends. Thinking of them only made him feel mad; they were doing the same thing that they did last year, leaving him isolated. If there was anything that Harry hated more than being stuck in this house it was to be left without news.
After all didn't he have the right to know what was going on? Wasn't he one of the most affected by what was going on in the wizarding world? Hadn't Dumbledore just told him that it was up to him to defeat the greatest Dark Wizard of their time? How o' how did they expect him to accomplish that when he did not even know what was happening around him?
Just thinking about this made Harry's blood boil with anger. He couldn't believe they were doing this to him again! Hadn't last year proved that leaving Harry without any news was a bad idea? In case Dumbledore had not noticed last year Harry had almost been expelled during the summer and worst of all he had gotten his godfather killed. Harry knew it was mainly his fault that Sirius had died but he couldn't help but think that if Dumbledore had told him of the prophecy sooner none of them would have gotten hurt.
Once again Harry decided to avoid that trail of thought. What happened happened and it was in the past. Harry gained nothing by thinking of what could have been. The reality was that Dumbledore had not told him and he had gotten his godfather killed.
Harry was interrupted from his depressing thoughts by the voice of his uncle.
"BOY YOU BETTER GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" by the sound of it his uncle was not happy. Wondering what he could have possibly done now to get his uncle into such a foul mood Harry slowly made his way down the stairs until he reached the front door.
He stopped dead in his track. Never in a million years would he had imagined that this was what had upset his uncle. Standing in the middle of the doorway was a young girl with bushy brown hair, hairy eyebrows, chocolate brown eyes and about an inch smaller than Harry, Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends at Hogwarts.
Before Harry could say anything his uncle started screaming at him. "What is the meaning of this boy? Have you not been writing to those freaky friends of yours? The only reason your aunt and I have let you take that ruddy owl of yours out of her cage was so that you could write!" his uncle was about to scream some more when Hermione helpfully interrupted.
"Sir, I'm sure there's and explication for all of this. May I please talk to Harry alone?" Hermione asked in her most polite voice. Vernon was about to respond when Aunt Petunia entered.
"As long as you stay in his room and don't cause any trouble you may stay a while." she said in a stern voice. Harry was a little shocked by his aunt's permission but decided that he would just go along with it.
"Thank you Mrs. Dursley." Hermione said. She had not moved and that was when Harry remembered his manners.
"Come on in Hermione." he said. He distinctly heard his uncle growling but he was not going to pay attention to him. Hermione went over to Harry and he silently led her to his room.
As soon as they were both inside the room and Harry had closed the door Hermione threw herself at him and hugged him for all she was worth. Harry awkwardly rubbed circles on her back when he noticed that she was crying on his shoulder.
"Hermione what's wrong? Please don't cry. Tell me what's wrong." Harry felt at a loss. He had no idea what to do. He had absolutely no experience with crying girls, well except for Cho, but that didn't count. Harry kept rubbing circles on Hermione's back until she had calmed down enough to stop crying and faced Harry.
"Oh Harry I'm so happy to see you." Hermione said as soon as she had released Harry.
"So am I Hermione but why exactly are you here?" Harry asked. Sure he had missed his bushy haired friend but he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing here.
"Harry why haven't you written to me? Why have you not answered none of my letters? I've written to you at least half a dozen times and you have not answered a single letter." Hermione said now glaring at him as through it was his fault that she had been so worried.
But Harry had no idea why his letters had not reached Hermione. He had written letters to both Ron and Hermione every three days. And what did Hermione mean when she said she had written to him? He had not received a letter all summer.
"Err… Hermione I have written to you. I've written every three days. You are the one who hasn't sent me a letter. In the two weeks I've been here I have not received a single letter from none of you. Not Ron, not Remus, not you, no one." Harry was sure that his voice contained an ounce of accusation in his voice. He had not meant to but it was nearly impossible to hide the hurt he felt when he thought his friends had abandoned him.
"Impossible Harry, I have written to you every couple of days. I have received no letters from you. I received a letter from Ron a couple of days ago telling me that he had heard from you and that you were okay but I have heard nothing from you. I started to get worried because you usually keep your promises and you promised us that you would write. I was worried something had happened to you."
Harry did not like the sound of this. This had to mean that someone was intercepting Harry's mail to Hermione and Hermione's mail to Harry.
"Hermione I think someone intercepted our mail. If you wrote to me and I wrote to you and neither of us received the letters that must mean that someone is obviously intercepting our letters to each others. You got Ron's letter and Ron got mine so that means the problem is between you and me." Harry said. At once Hermione's eyes widened.
"Harry, it could be anyone! It could be a Death Eater!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry at once covered her mouth with his hand. He did not want either his uncle or aunt coming into his room and forcing Hermione to leave.
"Sorry, I just don't want my relatives to kick you out." Harry explained once he released Hermione's mouth. "Hermione I don't think Death Eaters are behind this. If it were Death Eaters they would surely intercept my letters to Ron, wouldn't they?"
Hermione took a second to think this over before answering Harry. "If it's not Death Eaters then who could it be?" she asked suspiciously.
"I have no idea." Harry answered. They fell into silence both thinking about who could possibly be intercepting their mail.
After fifteen minutes of the two teenagers absorbed in their own thoughts Harry decided to change the subject into a lighter topic.
"Hermione how did you get here?" he asked her.
"My parents dropped me off. They said they would come and pick me up when I call them." Hermione answered looking around Harry's small bedroom. Hermione had been told the year before last by her parents that she was adopted. It really did not make a difference in their relationship, Hermione loved them as if they were her true parents and the loved Hermione as if she was their flesh and blood.
Suddenly Harry remembered the occurrence of the past week. All thoughts of what had happened lately had been forgotten by the arrival of Hermione but now they came back and Harry wanted to ask the smartest witch of her age if she knew anything that could cause that.
"Hermione do you happen to know what could cause a massive headache and then shortly after that a ticklish sensation in your body followed by a great weight throughout your whole body and then you feel a burst of energy?" if anybody would know it would be Hermione, Harry was sure of that.
Hermione gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. At once Harry grew worried.
"Oh Merlin, Hermione what is it? It's really bas isn't it? Is it fatal? Oh God, I'm going to die before I can destroy Voldemort!" yes, Harry was panicking.
"Harry" when Harry ignored her lost in his own thoughts of his death due to an illness Hermione tried again. "Harry!"
This time Harry heard her. "What?" he asked with a panicky look in his face.
"I don't know if you are going to die." Hermione explained.
"What do you mean? Then why did you act like that?" Harry asked now slightly more rational.
"Because Harry, those symptoms that you just described…. I had them… I had them this past week. I was going to ask you if you knew what could cause them. I'm sorry for scaring you, it's just that I was surprised." Hermione said in an apologetically tone of voice.
"So I won't die?" Harry asked.
"Not that I know of." Hermione responded.
Harry breathed a sigh of belief. "Thank Merlin"
"Yes, but Harry, why would you and I have the same symptoms?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"I don't know. Did Ron tell you anything about having any of this symptoms?" Harry asked, he was not worried no more. At least he knew that whatever he had was not deathly.
"No, I wrote to him and he told me he had never heard of anything like this and that he was not experiencing these symptoms." Hermione explained.
This did not sound good to Harry. Why were Hermione and him the only ones who seemed to be having this mysterious disease?
"Hermione, what are you doing tomorrow?" Harry asked out of nowhere.
"Well… I have nothing to do. Why?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"I was thinking that we could go to Diagon Alley and look for books about illnesses. Or ask around." Harry suggested. He was not such a huge fun of books as Hermione but Harry had to admit that he liked to read. In fact in primary school Harry was one of the smartest kids of his class.
"That's a great idea Harry but do you think your relatives will let you?" Hermione answered worriedly. Hermione may not know all the details of his 'family' life, but she did know the gist of it. It was not good.
"Yeah… even if they say no I'll go." Harry answered trying to placate Hermione.
"Oh Harry." Hermione exclaimed. Then she went quiet for a few seconds before speaking once more. "Harry if my parents come and pick you up would they let you?"
Harry thought this over. In one hand Hermione's parents were muggles. The problem was that the Dursleys had seen them in the train station picking him up. And honestly Harry did not want anyone to meet the Dursleys and even suspect the way he was treated. But Harry did not want to offend Hermione and tell her no.
"It's worth a try." he decided. Hermione smiled.
"Great, so at what time should we be here?" she asked.
"Don't your parents work?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"They don't work tomorrow. So at what time?" Hermione answered.
"Whenever you can." Harry answered.
"Is ten alright?" it looked to Harry as through Hermione was really excited to go to Diagon Alley.
"Sure." Okay maybe Harry was not so excited.
"It's settled then. So Harry what have you been up to?"
"Nothing really." Harry answered. He had literally been doing nothing except sitting on his bed.
"Have you done your homework?" Hermione asked accusingly as through she already knew the answer was 'no'.
"Err… not exactly." Harry said. How was he supposed to do his homework when his uncle had locked his trunk in the cupboard under the stairs?
"Harry school is really important. If you don't do your homework you'll never pass this coming year." Hermione scolded him.
Harry rolled his eyes. Some things never changed.
"You know you'll make a great teacher one day." Harry said with a grin on his face.
"I am not going to be a teacher." Hermione answered with a scowl on her face. "I do not have the patience to deal with a two hundred Ron's."
Harry laughed. Every time he mentioned that Hermione would make a great teacher she would get all defensive.
"Don't laugh. You'll one day make a great Healer." Hermione retorted. At once Harry stopped laughing.
"There's no way I'm going to be a Healer. You know how much I hate the Hospital Wing." Harry said.
"Yes but you know what they say… 'there's a thin line between love and hate'." Hermione answered with a smug smile.
"Ha ha" Harry laughed.
"Oh you know you love me." Hermione stated.
"Can't fool you can I?" and it was true Harry loved Hermione like the sister he never had.
Hermione was about to answer when Uncle Vernon's voice came from downstairs.
"Boy get down here and bring you're little friend with you!" he screamed.
Harry looked apologetically at Hermione before leading her downstairs. When they reached the floor landing it was to see Hermione's parents in the door way.
"I guess this is when I leave." she hugged Harry one more time. "I'll see you tomorrow okay?"
"Definitely." Harry responded with a small smile.