Okay. You can grill me, kill me (though I wouldn't suggest it because who would finish my story?), find me and hunt me down, whatever you want to do. I'm terribly sorry I haven't updated in ages... I've been so busy with the end of school year, Reading Olympics, and other stuff. Plus, I just got into a new series: Twilight, and I've been reading it twenty-four seven... so, yeah.

Since it's summer and I'll have more of a free summer, I plan to update more, though that plan might go down the drain. I'm going camping most of the summer, so if I have a campsite with internet, I'll try to write. It might not be often, though, because I have a couple of pages of AP homework to do. I'll try to write in the car ride to the campgrounds though, so watch your email! I'll try to update... remember, I love you all even if I don't update!!

Disclaimer- Do I really need to say it?

Hermione jolted up out of bed and leaped to her calender. August 24. Tomorrow, she, Harry, and John would be heading to Hogwarts for their fifth year. It would be odd for John since he would have to be sorted in fifth year and he'd have to take some remedial courses to get ready for Hogwarts and to make sure that what he learned at Durmstrang was actually useful. Hermione would help him, of course. She had told Harry about tutoring John, and of course, Harry wasn't happy with it, but he eventually caved due to some heavy begging from her.

Mione waltzed over to Harry's room, lightly tapping on the door. His snoring confirmed her thought that he was still asleep. She smiled and crept down the stairs to her kitchen. She grabbed a mug and poured herself some coffee. She walked outside to the deck and watched the sunrise while sipping the warm drink. She was about to fall asleep when someone wrapped their arms around her shoulders. She turned to find herself staring into a pair of green eyes. She chuckled.

"Hi Harry," she said, motioning towards the seat next to her. Harry obliged and grabbed her mug, taking a sip. His face contorted into a look of disgust. Hermione laughed.

"I didn't know you liked your coffee black," he grumbled. He glanced her way to see if she was still laughing. She was. "I'm glad you find this so funny," he mumbled. Hermione just kept laughing.

"So, how do you want to spend your last day of freedom?" Mione asked after she had stopped laughing. Harry shrugged.

"Preferably without John," Harry replied honestly. He grabbed her hand. "Why don't we go into town again today? It was nice the last tome we we re there. I want to go in that bookshop again. Oh, and don't we have to go to Diagon to get our supplies? Our owls should be coming in today..." he said, trailing off.

Hermione nodded, going off into her own world. Harry snapped his fingers in front of her face, causing Hermione to jump. Harry chuckled and grabbed Hermione's now empty mug of coffee. He walked in the house to put it in the sink. He then walked back out and kissed Hermione.

"Oh, and good morning Hermione."

After much tickling, laughter, and collapses, Hermione and Harry were finally presentable to leave the house. Hermione called her parents (who had left before the two had gotten up to go see Hermione's grandmother at the other end of town) and explained that they'd be out most of the day. On the table were two letters, one to her and one to Harry. She instantly recognized them to be Hogwarts letters, so she grabbed the both of them and stuffed them in her purse without opening them.

Hermione walked to the corner of her street and glanced both ways, making sure it was just her and Harry on the street. She gripped her wand and held it out, then fell backwards from the force of the Knight Bus that had just appeared. Harry jogged over to her to help her out as Stan Shunpike lazily pulled out a piece of paper and started reading it in monotone. Harry pulled Hermione up and while she was brushing herself off, he coughed, trying to get Stan's attention. Stan glanced up and blinked a couple of times, then jumped like he was shocked.

"'Arry, is that really you? My, 'uo've gotten 'all! And 'oo is this li'l miss?" he asked, sticking out a grubby hand. Hermione shook it wearily.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger."

Stan looked between Harry and Hermione. "Is she... 'ou know..."

Harry gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, Stan. Hermione's my... my girlfriend."

Stan gave Hermione and toothy grin. "So, where 'ou two 'eadin' off to?"

Hermione opened her mouth to answer, but Harry cut her off. "Diagon Alley," he said.

Stan nodded and Harry pulled out some coins, handing them to the conductor and then receiving a ticket. Hermione moved to pay for her ticket, but Harry moved her hand and gave Stan Hermione's fare. Stan smiled again and leaned back to talk Ernie, the driver.

"'Ey Ern? Diagon Alley."

Hermione and Harry clambered to the back of the bus, avoiding the chairs and people with baggage. Suddenly, the bus lurched forward, thrusting Harry and Hermione spiraling towards the floor. Harry threw a hand out and grabbed a nearby pole, wrapping his other hand around Hermione's waist. Unfortunately, she slipped out of his grip and fell face-first on the floor. She then unexpectedly burst out laughing. Harry tried not to laugh, yet in a few moments was on the ground too, laughing.

Stan raised an eyebrow at the two and then looked back down at the Daily Prophet in his hands. He turned around to look out the windshield and saw an old lady walking in front of the bus.

"ERNIE!" he shouted. Ernie slammed on the brakes, sending Harry and Hermione sliding towards the front of the bus. They collided with the bus with a huge thump. That shut the both of them up. Harry held out a hand for Hermione and the two found two seats and sat down, as silent as night. Then, they broke out in laughter, tears rolling down their faces.

Stan shook his head and turned the page.

"Thanks Stan!" Hermione shouted as she and Harry climbed out. Harry grabbed her hand and glanced at her.

"So... what do you want to do?" Harry asked. Hermione's eyes got wide and she dug through her purse, dragging out the two letters from earlier that morning. She handed Harry his and started to open her own.

Dear Ms. Granger,

Enclosed are your requirement list for your fifth year at Hogwarts and a train ticket to the Hogwarts express. Please meet at Kings Cross Station on August 25.

Hope your summer has been nice,

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster.

Hermione pulled out the second page of the letter and unfolded it, her eyes scanning over the list. She looked over Harry's shoulder to find his Hogwarts letter a little longer than hers. Apparently, he had another class, a special meeting once a week with Dumbledore. Harry noticed Hermione over his shoulder, so he flicked her nose.

"Nosy little miss, aren't you?" he joked, smirking. Hermione wriggled her nose.

"Did you have to do that?" she whined. Harry chuckled and grabbed her hand again.

"I guess we have to go supplies shopping, huh?" he asked. Hermione nodded and dragged him off to Flourish and Blotts.

Suddenly, someone screamed in the next road over. Hermione and Harry drew their wands instinctively. Figures shrouded in black appeared a few feet ahead of the couple. Hermione and Harry raised their wands at chest level just as the figures noticed them.

"Death Eaters!" Hermione gasped. Harry pushed back his retort and moved to cast a spell.

"AVADA KADAVRA!"