Harry flopped onto his twin size bed and sighed. He was missing his friends already. Though Hogwarts had just released its students for the summer, they still had quite a bit of homework to do over their summer vacation. Harry started his homework the day after he got back from Hogwarts because seventh year was to be the toughest yet. He was also listening to Hermione's advice that she always gave him; Never put it off to the last minute. He could imagine her lecturing him and Ron about not doing their homework. By third day of vacation, he still didn't have half of it done yet. Harry began to pack up his homework; he needed to take a much needed break from his work as the phone rang downstairs.
"Boy, you have telephone call," barked Uncle Vernon.
It's probably Hermione thought Harry to himself as he trudged down the stairs. Ron learned to stay away from fellyfone, as he so called it, because of that phone call years ago. Hermione was also one of his few muggle-born friends. He took the phone from Uncle Vernon and Uncle Vernon muttered, "Make it quick talking to your freaky girlfriend."
Harry thought of Hermione right away and the thought made him a little uncomfortable. He wasn't supposed to think about her like that; she was one of his best friends. He was about to think more about why that thought made him uncomfortable when Hermione broke his train of thought.
"Harry, are you there?" she inquisitively asked.
"Yeah, I am. I was just thinking about something. Now, what was it you called me for?" Harry answered.
"Well, before we left school, I talked to Dumbledore. I asked him how long you had to stay at your aunt and uncle's house. He told me you only have to stay there for three days for the blood protection spell to work. Seeing that the Weasley family is on vacation in Romania visiting Charlie, because of Arthur's raise, I thought you would like to get out of that house as soon as possible," explained Hermione.
"Well, I asked my parents and they have given permission for you to come to my house for the remainder of the summer," she explained. "I called to ask you if you want to."
Before Harry could answer, she clarified a few things that she thought Harry might wonder regarding his stay.
"There will be Aurors patrolling the house at all times. Our post will be gone through. You will have your own room. We can't go many places but I know you are a pretty private person anyway. I do want to try to go to a few places though if that's ok."
Harry was thinking this couldn't come at a better time.
"Of course I want to stay at your house, anything is better than staying at the Dursleys' house. When will you pick me up?" Harry exclaimed.
"My parents and I will pick you up at five o'clock with our car today," replied Hermione.
Harry and Hermione said their goodbyes and hung up. Harry sighed and went to tell Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon when he was going. Uncle Vernon's response was as expected.
"Finally, we get rid of you, you ungrateful maggot," Vernon said smirking.
"Good because I am never coming back," Harry retorted.
He went to his room and finished as much homework as he could. For some reason, he wanted to impress Hermione. He fed his faithful owl, Hedwig, whose cage was on his cheap looking desk. Harry looked at his bare walls and heaved a sigh and then started packing his trunk that stood at the end of his bed. After he put the quills he had left, parchment, ink, and other miscellaneous things he had accumulated over the years, he came across a photograph he hadn't seen for a long time. He had forgotten he even had it. The picture had Hermione, Harry, and Ron in it. Hermione was hugging Harry and they were both laughing. Ron was standing right next to them with his arms crossed, but he was still smiling too. Harry beamed at the picture.
Harry finished packing and took a quick shower. He tried flattening his hair after the shower but it didn't work as usual. He was lugging his trunk down the stairs when the doorbell rang. Dudley answered the door and left, holding his buttocks, after he saw it was Harry's scary friend. Harry was in front of his trunk going backwards down the precariously steep stairs. When he heard the doorbell he began to hurry down the stairs, a huge mistake as it turned out. The weight of his trunk slammed into his stomach; sending him flying down the last seven steps and onto his back with an "umff". Hermione whipped out her wand and shrank his trunk before it landed on top of Harry and could cause anymore damage. Harry had the wind knocked out of him and his eyes were closed; when he could breathe correctly again he dared to open them.
Hermione's chocolate colored eyes looked into his majestic green eyes.
"Hey, there," whispered Harry.
"Are you all right?" Hermione whispered back to Harry.
"Yeah, I guess I am," said Harry.
She held out her hand to help Harry up. He willingly took her hand and stood. Hermione picked his now small trunk up and put it in her pocket. Harry yelled out goodbye for the last time to the Dursley's who didn't answer.
"Wow, it feels good to get out of that house!" exclaimed Harry.
They walked down the walkway towards Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Tonks.
"Wotcher, Harry," said Tonks.
Mrs. Granger, a dainty, but sturdy woman with curly brunette hair and blue eyes, right away knew she liked Harry and gave him a big hug. Mr. Granger was a tall man with wavy dirty blonde hair and Hermione's chocolate brown eyes. He looked questioningly at Harry. He looked over Harry and put a smile on his face. The two males shook hands and then got into the car. The car, looking almost brand new, was forest green and had a leather interior. Mr. Granger got into the driver's seat and Mrs. Granger got into the passenger seat. Tonks, Harry, and Hermione, all had to fit in the back seat. It was about a two hour drive to her house, and the two friends talked for the first hour. At the midpoint of the trip, they stopped in a small town to have dinner.
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