Harry and Ron went down to breakfast that morning, to find that everyone except Mr. Weasley had dark circles under their eyes from last night. As both boys walked down stairs, they found a new member sitting at the table, and it was none other than- "Hermione!" Harry and Ron flew down the remaining stairs, and both enveloped her in tight hugs, before Ron planted a kiss on her cheek. "So, Hermione, how are you?" Harry asked. "The question should be, Harry, how are YOU? Anything strange been happening?" "Well, Hermione, come upstairs, and we'll tell you." Ron replied, grabbing some buttered toast. And up they went, to the top of the house, into Ron's neon-orange room. "So, Hermione, why don't I get any worried remarks?" Ron said, pouting, and then grabbing Hermione, and then kissing her properly on the mouth. "RON!" yelped Hermione, blushing. "Well, sorry Hermie, but I've been waiting to do that all summer!" replied Ron, also blushing. "Quit it, you too! Let's get down to business." "Right, sorry Harry," Hermione said, looking back at Ron, and mouthed I'll get you later! "K, guys, I have our letters. It says:
Dear Harry, Ron, and Hermione, As doubtless you may know, Voldemort has risen again, hence it is safer to write one large letter than to send three. Since it is your seventh and final year at Hogwarts School, of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I must inform you that you will be sleeping in the top two towers this year. I am also pleased to inform Miss Granger that she is the newest school prefect. At this, Hermione let out a squeak of happiness. Therefore, I expect no misuse of the Badge, and expect top marks as usual. I have included a list of school materials for your education. Also, this year will be another Banquet Dance, and the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will be attending. Now was Ron's turn to let out a squeak of unhappiness. I have also included forms needing parental signatures for your trips to Hogsmade and, the newest privilege, France. "All right!" The trio whooped into the air. I would also appreciate it if Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter would keep away from the trapdoor, and the stone gargoyle. Yours truly Professor Albus Dumbledor, and Professor Minerva McGonagall.

Enclosed was an information sheet and list of supplies for their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. It read: 1 new pair of dragon-hide gloves 1 new cloak, scarf, hat, and wizards robe set Mystical Mist, by Aidrienna VanHelsing The Big Book of Plants: Grade 7, by Henry Scooner The Grade 7 book of Transfiguration, by Miranda Goshawk Potions, Solutions, and More! By William Blaspher Ancient Runes, by Morey Calhan Defense, by Artimus Fowl "So, simple stuff then. Hagrid already gave me this Defense book for my birthday." "Harry! I almost forgot! Happy birthday!" And, with that, Hermione brandished a long, thin package, with a little card. Harry peeled of the card, laughing at the joke inside. Then, he slowly unwrapped the package. Init, he found, a limited edition, Sunbird broomstick. "Oh, Hermione." Harry could only gasp.