Harry and Hermione Chapter II

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The ride to Number 12, Grimmauld place was sad, yet comforting. Returning to the house of his dead godfather, Sirius Black, Harry felt like he was going to Sirius' grave. Kreacher! he thought. I'll kill him myself, that little- His train of thought was broken by a loud screech from Hedwig, who was airborne above him, enjoying her freedom. Through the dimness of the night he saw a grey and white speck coming closer and closer. It finally flew in and perched itself on the shaft of Harry's Firebolt.
"Crysallis! Hermione.." Indeed it was Hermione's new owl, and Crysallis stuck out her leg to show that she had a message.
Harry slipped the rolled-up parchment from it pouch and read in muted moonlight:

Harry,
July 10
I'm so glad your Uncle let you come! How in the world did you persuade him? Well, I assume he was happy to rid of you at the least. No offense-you know what I mean. I've contacted Lupin, Moody and Tonks, they know you're coming. I plan to be there tomorrow morning. Hope the flight goes well!
Love,
Hermione

Harry hastily stuffed the note into his pocket, fully aware now that his broom was veering slightly to the left with the unbalanced weight of his trunk. He straightened the Firebolt's course and held his wand out flat in this palm murmured Point Me. Reassured he was going the right way, he let his mind drift from thought to thought.Hermione.Sirius...

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Harry arrived at the door of Number 12 Grimmauld Place a little after one in the morning. Very conscious that he would surely be waking somebody, he raised his hand to knock on the door, but Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody suddenly appeared in the doorway. Smiling at the mildly surprised look on Harry's face, Moody pulled out his wand, pointed it at Harry's trunk and muttered the spell Mobiliarbus. The trunk hovered in the air for a moment, then floated up the stairs.
"Don't tell me you forgot about this, eh Potter?" he growled lightheartedly, pointing to his magical eye, which was swerving madly in its socket. "How've those relatives of yours been treatin' you?" Moody asked, a little more forebodingly.
"The same as always. Getting out of the house was easy, all I had to do was threaten my uncle-it's an advantage that they fear magic like that. You, Lupin and Tonks' talk with him at the train station helped too. The flying was good, there were enough clouds to not be seen my Muggles." Harry found himself being escorted to the kitchen while he talked.
There sitting at the table was Lupin. The corners of his mouth lifted to reveal a smile that at once abolished the weary, tired look of his face. "Hello Harry," he said. "How are you? I'm sure the flight here was no problem." Harry nodded. Lupin pointed to a woman sitting on a stool holding a butterbeer with long, wavy blonde hair. "There's Tonks over there." The woman named Nymphadora Tonks beamed and waved at Harry. Harry would have never have recognized her unless Lupin had told him-the last time Harry had seen Tonks, she had bright pink spiked hair.
"So, it's gonna be you and Hermione spending the summer together? Ron's not coming? I see." she grinned knowingly. "Well, I'm done for the night," she yawned and took a last swig of butterbeer. An instant later she was the spiky haired klutz Harry had seen the first time he met her. Tonks walked past Harry, Lupin and Moody, stumbling slightly. Harry could have sworn he heard her mutter "I knew it was gonna happen.the two of them." She looked at Harry with such mirth and amusement dancing in her eyes it made him blush and wonder if it was smart to come to Grimmauld Place. Oh well, he thought. Hermione'll be here soon.
Lupin stood up, brushing off his shabby robes, fighting the urge to laugh. "Well, I'm sure you'll want to be taking a leaf out of Tonks' book, Harry? I'll take you to his room." Harry didn't need to ask whose room his was. He and Lupin clambered up the stairs, hearing the faint shrieking of Sirius' mother's portrait.
Lupin stopped in front of a door. "This was his room, but you can have it now. Have a good rest, Harry. I know how you feel." And with that he closed the door, and left Harry to his thoughts.
Hid trunk was sitting open on the bed, and there was a piece of parchment lying on the pillow. It was from Lupin.

Harry-
Welcome to Sirius' room. I hope you're not-uncomfortable in here. Go ahead and rummage through some stuff, but be careful: Sirius' mother. Kreacher probably, er, neglected to clean everything. If anything looks suspicious, don't touch it and find me or Moody to check it. In this house, you never know. Remember him, Harry. Don't ever forget your godfather. We'll talk more in the morning. Good night.
-Remus Lupin

Harry pulled his trunk off the bed and sighed. He flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't uncomfortable at all-it was the most comforting thing Lupin could have done for him.

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