Disclaimer: Place and characters still aren't mine. They belong to the genius that is J.K. Rowling. I just wanted to have some fun with the characters by twisting their reality to please my warped mind. Again, please don't sue. I'm just a broke college kid who has nothing much to offer anyway.

A/N "" These are for dialogue, ''these are for thoughts, and this * is for emphasis. Now, back to the story.

Chapter Two: Beginning Frustrations

Tap Tap Tap - Harry awoke to the soft repetition. He lie there, eyes still closed, willing the noise away. It was too early. He could still hear Dudley's roaring snore coming from across the hall. Tap Tap Tap He realized it was coming from the window. Slowly he opened one unfocused eye and peered in the direction of the obtrusive noise. He could make out Hedwig's form on the other side of the glass. That's when he remembered the letters he sent the previous night. 'Have they sent a response already? Or maybe Hedwig didn't want to wait around for them to write out a reply,' Harry was hoping for the former. He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and soared out of bed. As he crossed the short distance to the window he could see that, sure enough, a piece of parchment was attached to her left leg. He let her in and removed the letter before showing the owl to her tray of water. Unrolling it he saw it was from Hermione.

Harry.

I really wish I could talk to you in person right now, however since that isn't possible this letter will have to make due. I know you miss him Harry. We all do. I'm just not so sure this is a good idea. I know it must sound good, but remember, you have to be careful when using a Time-Turner. Otherwise they can become dangerous. Considering the events of that night I don't think using one would be very wise. Now don't go getting mad at me for saying this. I'm just trying to help. Since I'm sure you won't listen to me anyway then *please* at least talk to Dumbledore first.

Hermione

Harry wadded us the parchment and threw it against the wall. Who does she think she is? He finally found a way to get Sirius back and all she can do is say, "Don't do it." And she claims she misses him too. She must not miss him very much. Otherwise she wouldn't be so quick to shut this down. 'Fine,' Harry thought, his fists balled tightly at his sides. 'I don't need her help. Ron and I can manage just fine without her.' Unlike Hermione, apparently, he knew he could count on Ron to stand with him no matter what - or at least he hoped. "I'll bet *he'll* be much more helpful." he muttered to himself.

He was startled from his thoughts when a loud pounding came from the door. "Would you pipe down in there!" came his uncle's rough voice. "It's too early for all that racket!" Harry realized that his anger had turned his pacing into more of a stomp around the room.

"Sorry sir." Harry replied.

"Open that door and come out here where I can see you." Uncle Vernon growled. Harry opened the door and glared at him. His uncle in turn looked him up and down suspiciously. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Don't you lie to me boy." He said with a quiet rage. "I heard all that noise. You're up to no good!"

"Seeing as that's what you always believe, I would have thought you to be used to it by now." Harry threw back. The crimson of his uncle's face deepened.

"Don't you take that tone with me! I've nearly had it with all the trouble you've cause this family!" Harry had to bite his tongue so as not to say what he really wanted. However he had a feeling that using some of these choice words in front of Uncle Vernon, much less to him, would only get him locked in his room again. Although he wouldn't regret an excuse to stay away from his family, he really didn't want to be confined to only a few square feet. So instead he settled for more glaring.

"Your aunt is about to start breakfast. If you want to eat, then you better be at the table in time. If not then you can go without." At that he turned and stomped off. Harry watched as he went down the stairs and into the living room. Well Hermione may be a royal pain in the bum at times, but she was still loads better than any of the Dursley's.