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Ch.2: A New Light Shines

Harry woke up early the next morning very tired and very angry and slightly blinded, the early morning sunshine pierced his eyes as it broke eagerly through the window. He sat up groggily, desperately hammering his head to see if he could remember the identity of his mysterious friend. Harry rubbed his eyes, ashamed of himself for having forgotten the person in the first place. How? He didn't know, but it was unusual. Harry had had only a few friends before he came to Hogwarts, but none of them had ever lasted that long for fear of Dudley. No-one enjoyed being his punch bag. But he was surprised all the same that he had forgotten one of them, and knew that he wouldn't be able to rest until he found out who it was.

Quietly, Harry pulled back the curtains that surrounded his bed. From the faint sound of snoring he guessed that his fellow room-mates were still fast asleep. Silently he tiptoed across the wooden floor to take a shower before heading down to breakfast.

"Maybe that'll help me remember the mystery friend," he whispered to himself.

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Hermione woke up frustrated. She hadn't been able to get back to sleep properly, and even when she did, she had slept a dreamless sleep. It was more than frustrating when you couldn't recall a memory or remember something that you knew was important. But Hermione was rather disappointed in herself, if she was so clever then why couldn't she even remember a friend from her past. She was sure that her brain held a ton of information, spells, curses, dates from history. . . the list was endless. She would gladly give up some of her knowledge to find out who it was in her dream.

"At least I got some homework done." As a result in her unsatisfactory ability to sleep, Hermione had finished her potions essay on the draught of the living, and had compiled a very detailed chart for her next runes class. All that along with her study timetable for the week, Hermione felt pleased that at least she would be able to go to sleep early that night.

Hermione sat up slowly, rubbing her tired eyes. Her face and arms ached, and her stomach rumbled rather loudly. Time for breakfast, she told herself.

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Harry helped himself to a slice of steaming toast, hoping desperately that it would wake him up. First up was potions with Snape and the Slytherins, and that was the last lesson that he wanted to fall asleep in.

"Good morning Harry." Harry jumped, not noticing the person standing in front of him. It was Hermione.

"Hello Hermione," he replied. She looked rather tired in his eyes; the bags were clearly evident under her large chestnut eyes. Her hair looked a lot bushier than normal as well, and she was carrying a book that looked far too heavy for her. "Catching up with a bit of light reading this morning?" he asked her as she sat down opposite him, grabbing a slice of toast rather harshly in her free hand.

"Haha Harry, yes I was actually. I was just searching for a potion that could help me with something." She replied before she took a rather large mouthful of her pasty ravenously. Hermione had thought about her dream carefully as she got dressed, and she was sure that she had read about a spell that helped with retrieving lost memories in a book somewhere.

"That's our Hermione," Harry replied with a grin as he watched her rather bemused as she gulfed her breakfast down in record time. "When in trouble, consult a book!"

"Well it's better than your method of solving problems, at least I try to solve mine."

"Anything that I can help you with?" he asked, wondering what on earth her problem could be.

Hermione hesitated, not sure whether or not she should tell him. Of course it wasn't embarrassing or anything terrible, but she wasn't sure how he'd react. 'What if he thinks that I might not remember him in a few years time? Then he won't talk to me or be friend and I couldn't stand that. I love him too much and I'd hate to loose him. Wait, did I just say I loved him?'

Harry watched Hermione slightly worried. She had been sitting silent for 5 minutes now, her eyes glazed over and not noticing him as he stared at her. It reminded him of the look of a trapped lion in a pen, the fire in the eye that slowly burns out .Even through this Harry couldn't help but notice that Hermione's eyes were a beautiful chestnut brown, sparkling in the light.

'Stop it!' he told himself firmly, shaking his head. 'She's your best friend. She's no Cho.'

"Hermione?" he asked timidly. "Are you alright?" He waved one of his hands in front of her face,

"Huh, oh sorry Harry! I . . . um, it's nothing to worry about it. . . it's um, just some trouble with my homework."

Now Harry was no idiot, and he knew that what Hermione had just said was a lie. She never had trouble on her homework, and if she did it would be because she was ill. And the second reason was that her nose kept scrunching up in a rather cute way; and it only did that when she was lying.

"Sure it's nothing, whatever you say. Anyway, I got a letter from Sirius last night. It came in the middle of the night and woke me up." He told her as she began to flick through the pages rather anxiously.

"That explains why you look so tired then," she replied as she reached out for another slice of toast. "If it helps, I didn't sleep very well either. Bad dream."

"He says he wants to meet us when we next go down to Hogsmeade. It sounds rather urgent."

"You don't think anyone's spotted him, do you?" Hermione asked him distraughtly.

"I hope not, but I don't think he's been down to the village a lot, and he always stays a dog. . . "

"I guess, but I'm still worried about him. I just wish that we could prove him innocent, and then you both would be happier because he'd be free and you could go and live with him." Hermione stifled a yawn, and began to look through her book again. Harry was content to just sit there in silence, watching her as she read, her delicate brows knitting together every now and then. In fact, it felt like-

"Morning guys," Ron plonked himself down next to Harry, reaching out for a slice of toast. He munched it noisily, with his mouth open for the world to see.

"Ron, please close your mouth when you're eating, it's disgusting to see your half chewed food."

Harry smiled, he was sat with his two best friends eating breakfast and looking forwards towards the weekend. He was truly blessed with having two great best friends, but sometimes he felt like he wanted something more . . .

End of Ch.2

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