Harry Potter had never felt so lost. Dumbledore had just left Grimmauld Place and as usual Harry felt confused. He had a sister. A sister who was being raised by Severus Snape. A sister who had technically been a Death Eater. She hadn't been involved in any of it, Dumbledore had said. It was more to keep her safe than anything. She went to school in France which meant that she had been pretty sheltered from it all. But as it stood Harry Potter had a sister who had no idea that she was his sister. A sister who would be starting her final year of school at Hogwarts. Because of the war everyone would be repeating the previous year, which meant she would be in the same year as Harry because her schooling hadn't been interrupted. So tomorrow he would leave 12 Grimmauld Place and would hopefully get to meet his sister for the first time.
In the mean time he had a lot of things that he needed to think about. First on his agenda was to get Hermione out of her room so they could go get their books. She had been shut up there for days and he was starting to worry.
After the war they went straight to Australia to get her parents only to find they the Death Eaters had found them after all. Hermione was devastated over her loss and the fact that her parents had died without even knowing she existed. Harry was just glad she had agreed to go back to school. She had even been made Head Girl.
Almost as if he had known Harrys intentions, Kreacher came into the kitchen and informed him that Hermione was in the library. Getting up he made his was to her favorite spot in the house. He walked into the library and sat down on the chair across from her, taking a moment to look at the woman that was his best friend.
"Hermione?"
After a moment she raised her head from the book she was reading and waited for him to continue.
"Do you think you would be up to going and getting our things for school? If not I could always send Kreacher." He was really hoping she would agree. But also knew there was a very good possibility that he would be sending his house elf to do the shopping for them.
Hermione nodded her head once and he knew that was as much of an answer as he was going to get out of her. The only time he heard her voice anymore was when she was screaming in her sleep. It would seem that the world had been as against her as it had been against Harry.
Without a word Harry got up to retrieve her jacket and took her hand leading her out of the house.
