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and WB and all them other people.
Together at last
Chapter 1
Harry's letter
Hermione sat at her desk, writing a letter to Harry. She delicately dipped her quill into some deep blue ink and finished:
Harry – If you don't come back soon, I'm writing a letter to Dumbledore. I can't stand it any longer. If You-Know-Who's got you — well, I don't want to think about it. Write back in two days or I'll tell Dumbledore you've gone after You-Know-Who.
Love, Hermione
Hermione sighed and sat on her bed, afraid she'd lost the most important person of her life.
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Two days later a Tawny owl tapped on the window of Hermione's small apartment in London. The fifteen-year-old girl ran over to it and let it in. It dropped the letter and flew out again. Hermione quickly opened the envelope and read:
Dear Hermione,
I'm fine, thanks for your concern. I met up with Voldemort quite on accident in Albania, where Snuffles is (Can't say his name, in case owl is intercepted). Snuffles tried his best, but he was knocked out. Voldemort couldn't duel me because of Prior Incantatem, so he tried to have another one of his Death Eaters do it. When he touched me, it hurt him, like before, and it hurt Voldemort too. He's not destroyed, but I've got this feeling that he won't be bothering us for some time. Meanwhile there are still the Death Eaters, but after their last encounter with Voldemort I think they'll be setting out to find him. So, yeah, I'm fine.
Thanks for keeping your word and staying quiet. I really appreciate it. I just felt I needed to go out there, and at least try to get Voldemort, because I feel guilty — like it's my fault he's back. And if anyone knew, I know they'd have tried to stop me. Thanks again.
I'm at the Burrow until term starts. Want to come along?
Love, Harry.
Hermione heaved a great sigh of relief and put the letter down. She ran her fingers threw her now not so bushy auburn hair and flopped down on the couch. He was safe. She couldn't wait to see him. She packed her things, told her parents she was staying at the Weasely's, and grabbed some Floo Powder.
"The Burrow!" she yelled and tossed the dust into the fire. She pushed her trunk in, grabbed Crookshanks' basket (there came an angry meow from inside), and walked straight into the fire.
A/N: I know this chapter is tres short, but I didn't have a whole lot of time and I felt I just had to put something up. Please review, but be nice — It's my first fanfic. ; )