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Chapter 2: Hermione's

It was Friday afternoon and Harry was getting ready to go to Hermione's house. He constantly checked, rechecked, and checked again every square inch of his room to make sure that he didn't forget anything. His robes, books, quills, and everything else he needed for Hogwarts was packed. He specifically made sure that he had his Hogsmeade permission slip was filled out weeks beforehand as not to have a repeat of his third year.

Hedwig was in her cage, hooting gently. Closing his trunk, he sat on his bed and stared at his alarm clock. It was only 5:00 and he wasn't supposed to leave until 8:00. Harry sat for a while trying to imagine what Hermione's house might look like. Hermione, being muggle born, wasn't going to have anything in her house that he couldn't find in the Dursley's house. She wouldn't have a ghost in her attic, or a clock that doesn't tell time, but tells you where your family was.

No, Hermione's house would most likely be like every other muggle house in England, and her parents would be like any other muggle parents. That was another thing Harry worried about. Harry had only seen Hermione's parents a couple of times. He had never really spent any time with them like he did with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. He hoped that his parents liked him and Ron.

Harry's thoughts had taken over his mind and the next time he looked up at the clock it was 7:30. Jumping to his feet, Harry shoved all of his stuff next to his door and crept downstairs to check on the Dursley's. Sitting in the parlor, Dudley watched television, Uncle Vernon read the newspaper and Aunt Petunia chatted on the phone with one of her friends, if she even had any.

Harry went back to his room and grabbed his trunk and Hedwig, then slowly dragged his items down the stairs. Opening the front door, which had recently been oiled, he brought himself outside. He almost didn't believe it. Harry had made it outside without anyone noticing. He walked to the corner and signaled the Knight Bus which appeared out of nowhere.

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Harry woke up the next morning just before his stop. He had some cake that he saved from his birthday (from Ron) out of his trunk and had breakfast. The bus pulled to a halt and Harry jumped off. He stood staring at a beautiful blue house, about the size of the Dursley's. He walked up to the door after walking through a pathway surrounded by wild flowers and knocked.

"Harry!" Hermione yelped as she opened the door. She gave him a hug. "Here let me help you with your stuff."

"Hey Hermione. How's your summer been?"

"Oh, good! And you?"

"Um… well…" Harry stood there thinking of what every summer at the Dursley's was like.

"Oh yeah. Sorry Harry. Sometimes I forget that you live with the dreaded Dursley's," she said sympathetically. "Come on! I want to show you your room." Hermione lead Harry up a very elegant staircase and brought him into a room with two twin-sized beds. There was a gigantic window that looked out to a lake surrounded by a lush, green forest.

"It looks like a painting," stated Harry in awe.

"Yup!" chirped Hermione with a big grin on her face. That's why my parents bought the house. You'll be staying in here with Ron."

"When is Ron supposed to be here anyway?" asked Harry, still in shock of the magnificent view.

"Noon, I think. When he gets here, I want to show you guys something!"

"What is it?"

"You'll see," said Hermione with a look of extreme mischief on her face that he had never seen before.

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