Chapter 3
Harry turned over and sleepily began to open his eyes. He looked up and saw the smiling face of Hermione looking down at him. She was standing by the side of his bed, dressed in her nightdress and dressing gown, and she was gently poking him.
"Wake up Harry," she said softly "it's 8:20 and breakfast is ready." She stood up and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Harry yawned, stretched and slowly sat up. He was at Hermione's house in Cornwall and he was staying in her spare bedroom. He had been there for the last 2 weeks and he was perfectly at home.
They had driven for 5 hours, away from Privet Drive and had eventually arrived at Hermione's seaside house. They were perched near the edge of a cliff, near the seaside town of Falmouth. Her house was large, old and perfect. It had a large open fire in the living room and the kitchen held a hefty range. Harry had settled in instantly and soon began to envy Hermione more than ever.
Mr and Mrs Granger were the kindest muggles he had ever met. They had treated him like their second child since the car journey down. They also just let him and Hermione do whatever they wanted to do.
It had been a sweltering summer and most days they had gone down to the beach all day. Harry hadn't had any swimming trunks, so they had gone down to Falmouth to buy some. He had turned a golden brown and Hermione had too.
Harry had realised that this was exactly what he had needed. The glorious days in the sun had taken his mind off what had happened before the summer. He hadn't completely forgotten Sirius though; he and Hermione had spent many hours of the long evenings talking about what had happened.
Hermione had helped him realise that it wasn't his fault that Sirius had died. He probably would have tried to escape another time anyway; it just happened to happen then. Harry pulled on a pair of shorts, pulled a new, red t-shirt over his head and headed downstairs. Hermione was waiting there for him in a short, flowery skirt and a plain white strappy top. He did have to say that Muggles did at least make some cool clothes!
Harry turned over and sleepily began to open his eyes. He looked up and saw the smiling face of Hermione looking down at him. She was standing by the side of his bed, dressed in her nightdress and dressing gown, and she was gently poking him.
"Wake up Harry," she said softly "it's 8:20 and breakfast is ready." She stood up and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Harry yawned, stretched and slowly sat up. He was at Hermione's house in Cornwall and he was staying in her spare bedroom. He had been there for the last 2 weeks and he was perfectly at home.
They had driven for 5 hours, away from Privet Drive and had eventually arrived at Hermione's seaside house. They were perched near the edge of a cliff, near the seaside town of Falmouth. Her house was large, old and perfect. It had a large open fire in the living room and the kitchen held a hefty range. Harry had settled in instantly and soon began to envy Hermione more than ever.
Mr and Mrs Granger were the kindest muggles he had ever met. They had treated him like their second child since the car journey down. They also just let him and Hermione do whatever they wanted to do.
It had been a sweltering summer and most days they had gone down to the beach all day. Harry hadn't had any swimming trunks, so they had gone down to Falmouth to buy some. He had turned a golden brown and Hermione had too.
Harry had realised that this was exactly what he had needed. The glorious days in the sun had taken his mind off what had happened before the summer. He hadn't completely forgotten Sirius though; he and Hermione had spent many hours of the long evenings talking about what had happened.
Hermione had helped him realise that it wasn't his fault that Sirius had died. He probably would have tried to escape another time anyway; it just happened to happen then. Harry pulled on a pair of shorts, pulled a new, red t-shirt over his head and headed downstairs. Hermione was waiting there for him in a short, flowery skirt and a plain white strappy top. He did have to say that Muggles did at least make some cool clothes!