AN- This is my first fan fic, so if you like it, please leave me a review. This will be quite long. This is a H/Hr fic. This plot takes place in their fifth year at Hogwarts. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters in this story. I own only the plot presented below. All characters described in this story belong to author J.K Rowling of the Harry Potter Series.

Chapter 1- Trapped Until Now

Silence swept through the room as a young man sighed in the dust…

For that young man was the famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the boy who had suffered through every painful moment of torture, not only living through the rage and horror of Voldemort, but also every single summer he spent at the Dursley's house, with nothing to do but be their servant and listen to them yell out his name, to keep him doing more work, for that was basically all he did.

Harry had nearly forgotten the time, or what day it was, and he always looked out his window for Hedwig, his owl. Every day his window would be open waiting for her to arrive, hopefully with a letter from Ron or Hermione, which he desperately needed. It seemed like months before he finally got a letter from Hermione. By this time Harry was bored out of his mind, and he didn't even realize that Hedwig had entered his bedroom with a fresh letter for him. He had been sending out letters to his friends, but he never got a reply until that very day.

"Hedwig!" Harry yelped quickly taking the letter and offering his last cracker crumb to her. "Sorry girl, but that's all I've got," he added as he tore open the letter. Smiling happily, he read the note to himself:

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday Harry!

I am really sorry for not getting in touch with you. I hope my owl managed to carry your birthday card to your room. She's been really tired lately sending notes. Anyway, I hope your so-called relatives are treating you somewhere near decent. I would have sent you more notes, but I was on vacation for what seemed like an eternity. I don't know what you would do with yourself that long. I just hope you're alright, Harry. Please write back to me.

With Friendship,

Hermione

Harry quickly looked up and thought for a moment, trying to think why he never realized today was his birthday. There was no calendar or watch that he had, and the Dursley's never told him anything, so taking his quill and a blank piece of paper he wrote:

Dear Hermione,

Thank you so much! You are the most thoughtful person I know! The Dursley's never told me anything, although I never expected them to. I love the card you gave me, and I tried to find something to feed to your owl, but all I could find were some left over crumbs, which Hedwig was willing to share with her. So anyway, has Ron owled you yet? I never heard from him either.

Thank you so much,

Harry

Sending Hedwig out for the night, Harry laid in his bed and dreamed of his next year at Hogwarts…

The next morning a small white owl sat on Harry's stomach, tapping his chest with her feet, but it was not Hedwig. Another small piece of paper was tied around her leg, which was the one that was poking him miserably. Harry put his glasses on and then untied the note from what he thought was Hermione's owl. Sitting up in bed he read,

Dear Harry,

I hope you haven't waited to long to get this, but I have been begging my mom to let you come over to my house for the rest of the summer, and she said it would be all right for you to come over. And if the Dursley's say yes, then we will come over to pick you up early in the morning at about 5 O'clock. If they say no, then we will come over to get you anyway. So please be ready to go tomorrow. I would have sent this earlier, but my owl had to rest……Thanks for feeding her Harry. You're very kind.

Love,

Hermione

Grinning at the letter, Harry walked slowly down the stairs to the kitchen, where he served the Dursley's their breakfast. As Harry finally got a chance to sit down, he could hear Dudley chowing like a hog eating his sausages and eggs. Besides the fact that he had a usual of six sausages and three and a half eggs whopper sized a day.

The rest of the day was boring as usual; there was nothing to do but feed Hedwig his saved desserts and morsels of his lunch and supper. He didn't really ever get to have full, solid, good meals. Uncle Vernon just threw stuff in his room twice a day and told him to eat it. But lately, Harry hadn't been given much food and he had to save what was there and eat things sparingly.

So, after doing several chores and becoming quite exhausted with everything that day, Harry laid in his bed and drifted off to sleep, for his last night that summer with the dreaded Dursleys.