You are nowhere and you are everywhere. You're sprawled on your bed, you're sailing the waters of the Caribbean Sea, you're dreaming about magic and how wonderful it would be if you could be like the characters in the fairytales you read. A princess, a prince and his white horse. You laugh at yourself. At sixteen you shouldn't be wondering about you're fairytale, but you are. It helps you get through you're reality.

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It's Saturday morning. Your mother comes to wake you up and she brings an envelope. It has a logo you don't recognize, which doesn't happen very often. She hands it to you and tells you to get ready for breakfast. No remark on the letter, like it didn't even existed.

You examine the logo. It's exquisite. Four compartments with same structure, an animal on a colored background. Left upper corner, a golden lion over scarlet. Right upper corner, a silver snake on green. Under the lion, a badger over yellow. Finally, across the badger and eagle over blue. You open it. Inside, the paper reads "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". You've never heard of it. You read it carefully and it says that you're registered to attend this summer camp, starting a week after you school year has finished and that a teacher will come to take you shopping for supplies and help with any questions you have. You can't believe your eyes. You can't actually see with the tsunami that has formed in your eyes. You've known teasing, but this was just cruel. How could people be so mean to the point of faking a letter from a school? A magic school, by the way. You know that there's no such thing as magic, as much as you want to…

When you get yourself together you put the letter on the nightstand and you get ready for breakfast with your parents. You realize you have your afternoon free, so you decide to text Harry. You tell him to come at 3 o'clock and you type your address, sending it without further thought. Careless and cold. You don't feel like being nice, you just want to get your mind out of what happened and the only way you know how to do it is working.

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It's almost 3 and you realize Harry hasn't answered your text. You worry that he was joking when he said he wanted to work with you. And mostly, you worry about him and all the possible scenarios that would make someone not answer a text. When you decided to start working without him, the bell rings. Immediately you jump of your chair and you run towards the door. You don't know why you're so happy to see someone you barely know, but you brush it of as soon as you see him and you feel your heart warming, like every time you two are close.

You let him in and motion the he should follow you to your bedroom. You pray that he actually knows something about your work and that the afternoon goes by quickly.

Harry managed a smile when Hermione opened the door. He didn't know why he always felt so awkward and at home simultaneously when he was around the brow haired girl.

As he followed her towards her bedroom, he started to feel a bit nervous. He didn't want to make a fool out of himself around the most intelligent person he'd ever met…

Hermione's room was a normal teenager girl room. Some pictures of her, a desk, a bookcase filled with books and a TV. While he was looking around, something caught his eye. A letter that was carelessly thrown to the nightstand. He couldn't make out the letters because the ink was smeared, like water had fallen on it. However, something about it was familiar to him, even if right now he couldn't point is finger at it.

"Are you ok?". Hermione asked when she saw Harry staring blankly at her nightstand.

"Oh, sorry. Yes, I am. I was just thinking about something, never mind." He offered a smile and she melted. "How about we start working? The work won't be done by itself". A joke to break the ice.

As the afternoon went by, both teenagers eagerly worked together. They were in perfect synchrony. Somewhere between the lines, even if they didn't know something bigger was starting.

By nightfall the work was done and Harry went home. Alone in their bedrooms, Hermione and Harry realized that they'd done the work very quickly and the rest of the time they were just talking and getting to know each other. It felt so good to have so much chemistry with someone. That night, Harry decided that he would make an effort to gain Hermione's friendship. From what he'd observed of her, that wouldn't be easy.

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