Sniff, no one gave me any reviews… no wonder I didn't post for ages, but anyway just to amuse myself, here is the next part. Maybe I'll get some reviews for this one yes?

Everyday for the rest of his stay at Hermione's Harry was expecting the door to burst open and a group of angry Ministry wizards to storm in and frogmarch him and Hermione straight to Azkaban.

As the days progressed he read the books, reading from the third person all about his first second and third years. He found it amazing, how could anyone know so much about him, his thoughts, and his feelings when he had never met them? He could also see just how much trouble the books could get him into, all the rule-breaking he had done while at Hogwarts, the Polyjuice Potion when he and Ron had tricked Malfoy and of course there were details on Sirius' escape, where he had been hiding during Harry's third year and how he was an anigmus.

The books made Harry gradually more and more miserable, there were too many secrets enclosed in them, anyone who read them would know every little detail about him. He felt none of his feelings were his own, nothing was private anymore, it was a final invasion of his privacy.

Hermione was curious as to why they had been left alone for so long, "It seems pretty obvious that it must have been us Harry. So why haven't they come looking for us?" She had sent a letter to Ron and she and Harry had been puzzled by his cryptic reply.

Harry and Hermione,

Can't say much now. Dumbledore knows, don't worry. Meet me in Diagon Alley on 3rd. I'll explain then.

Ron

I'm going to stop there for now; sorry it is so short- I have revision to do. But if I get any reviews on this chapter then I will post again very soon. SO LEAVE ME SOME REVIEWS!