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A/N: Just a quick thanks to friendly-mione and uglinessrox55. They were my first two reviewers!! Now, on with the story!
At Hermione's.
When Hermione heard the light tapping noise, she all but flew out of bed to the window, throwing it open. Hedwig, slightly shocked, entered her bedroom and sat still, allowing Hermione access to the letter. She ripped the envelope apart, and read the reply quickly, before breaking into a smile and dancing around her room. After a few minutes of this, she finally settled down enough to write back to Harry. After writing the letter, she put it in an envelope, attached it to Hedwig's feet, and set her off on her way. She watched the snowy owl fly farther and farther into the distance unable to wipe the grin off her face.
The next morning at Harry's house.
Harry awoke to a ticklish sensation on his face. He opened his eyes to find Hedwig perched patiently on his chest, wanting him to free her of her burden. "Well, good morning to you too, Hedwig," he said as he reached for the letter. He opened it and read-
Dear Harry, We can get you at 4 o'clock today. Oh, and I forgot to tell you in my last letter, Ron's coming too! I figured we could just hang out at my house for a week and a half or so and then go to Diagon Alley until school starts. Well, you better get packed!!
With love, Hermione
"Yes! Ron's coming too!" he exclaimed, but then he thought silently, "Although, it might have been fun to have Hermione all to myself for a while." He laid there in his bed, thinking about that time last year when Ron had been mad at him. Hermione had still stuck by him, and he had never forgotten that. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure if he had ever actually thanked her for that. Truth was that was the time when he started to see Hermione in a different light. A smile slowly crept up over his face before he realized what time it was. "Oh man, she's going to be here in 2 hours!! How'd I sleep that late??"
A few hours later.
Hermione took a deep breath, and thought, "We're here. Come on! Get a grip on yourself Hermione! It's Harry for crying out loud!" but her brain reminded her, "Exactly.it's Harry." It took another second or so for her to realize she hadn't yet exhaled. Breathing out, she forced herself to get out the car, walk up to the door, and ring the doorbell. She heard some faint mumbling, and a few seconds later the door was opened by Harry's uncle. Surprised at how composed her voice sounded, she managed to say, "Hello, Mr. Dursley, I'm here for Harry." Vernon simply glared at her before finally turning around and yelling for Harry to come down, and come down he did. A few seconds and a lot of thumps later, Harry was crumpled on the floor next to his trunk which, thankfully, hadn't broken and the owl cage which contained a very unhappy, but unhurt owl. As his face turned beet red, he managed to get himself up, gather his things and head toward the door. He looked up at Hermione and his breath was taken away.
A/N: Just a quick thanks to friendly-mione and uglinessrox55. They were my first two reviewers!! Now, on with the story!
At Hermione's.
When Hermione heard the light tapping noise, she all but flew out of bed to the window, throwing it open. Hedwig, slightly shocked, entered her bedroom and sat still, allowing Hermione access to the letter. She ripped the envelope apart, and read the reply quickly, before breaking into a smile and dancing around her room. After a few minutes of this, she finally settled down enough to write back to Harry. After writing the letter, she put it in an envelope, attached it to Hedwig's feet, and set her off on her way. She watched the snowy owl fly farther and farther into the distance unable to wipe the grin off her face.
The next morning at Harry's house.
Harry awoke to a ticklish sensation on his face. He opened his eyes to find Hedwig perched patiently on his chest, wanting him to free her of her burden. "Well, good morning to you too, Hedwig," he said as he reached for the letter. He opened it and read-
Dear Harry, We can get you at 4 o'clock today. Oh, and I forgot to tell you in my last letter, Ron's coming too! I figured we could just hang out at my house for a week and a half or so and then go to Diagon Alley until school starts. Well, you better get packed!!
With love, Hermione
"Yes! Ron's coming too!" he exclaimed, but then he thought silently, "Although, it might have been fun to have Hermione all to myself for a while." He laid there in his bed, thinking about that time last year when Ron had been mad at him. Hermione had still stuck by him, and he had never forgotten that. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure if he had ever actually thanked her for that. Truth was that was the time when he started to see Hermione in a different light. A smile slowly crept up over his face before he realized what time it was. "Oh man, she's going to be here in 2 hours!! How'd I sleep that late??"
A few hours later.
Hermione took a deep breath, and thought, "We're here. Come on! Get a grip on yourself Hermione! It's Harry for crying out loud!" but her brain reminded her, "Exactly.it's Harry." It took another second or so for her to realize she hadn't yet exhaled. Breathing out, she forced herself to get out the car, walk up to the door, and ring the doorbell. She heard some faint mumbling, and a few seconds later the door was opened by Harry's uncle. Surprised at how composed her voice sounded, she managed to say, "Hello, Mr. Dursley, I'm here for Harry." Vernon simply glared at her before finally turning around and yelling for Harry to come down, and come down he did. A few seconds and a lot of thumps later, Harry was crumpled on the floor next to his trunk which, thankfully, hadn't broken and the owl cage which contained a very unhappy, but unhurt owl. As his face turned beet red, he managed to get himself up, gather his things and head toward the door. He looked up at Hermione and his breath was taken away.
