I do not own Harry Potter or any characters, events, or places associated with him as they belong to JK Rowling. I do not mean any offense in any of this writing, and of course it is a total work of fiction.
Author Note: This is my first HP fic, and it's H/H. I would appreciate any feedback, good or bad, but please no flames.
Prologue
The sky was a dazzling bright blue that seemed to stretch on for ages, never reaching an end. The occasional puffy white cloud lazily floated by as the sun shone down on the bright pink flowers along the sides of the two-story house. My house. Sighing, I leaned out of my bedroom window a bit, letting the summer wind blow through my curly brown hair. From here the world seemed so peaceful, so simple. 'If only this feeling could last forever,' I thought as I gazed out over the suburban neighborhood I had grown up in for the past 16 years.
The hooting of a tawny brown owl bearing a white envelope in its talons interrupted my peaceful trance. The bird flew straight to me, landing on my outstretched arm. Stroking the owl, I took the letter from it and allowed the animal to hop onto the thin pole that made up part of my headboard on my bed. Recognizing the Hogwarts symbol, I tore the envelope open, my eyes eager to find the contents.
I know what you must be thinking, and no, this was not my official school letter that I receive every summer. Neither was it a letter announcing I had been named a prefect. No, this was a response to a request I made of Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of my school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I wrote to the headmaster a week ago, asking for permission that Harry Potter, one of my best friends, could come to stay with me for the last few weeks of the summer.
As you are reading this, I assume you all know of Harry's history, of his parent's death, his marking by the dark lord Voldemort, and the many adventures, heroic deeds, and sorrows he has suffered through in the past few years. I feel no need to delve back into these at the moment; for me the thought of it all is too painful. To even imagine all of the things he has been through, that we've all been through...it's overwhelming.
I am worried about Harry, to tell you the truth. Harry is a very intense person, and everything he feels, he feels it with 100% of his being. The love that he had for his godfather, Sirius Black, is unspeakable. Harry saw him as a friend, a mentor, even a surrogate father; for Harry, Sirius was someone he could finally count on to take care of him after all those years of neglect from the Dursley's. And for a while it seemed like Harry would get that wish. That is, until the fateful night at the Ministry of Magic when Sirius fell into the black veil of death while battling some Death Eaters. After that, I think Harry's world began to fall apart. I am worried about his state of mind as well as his physical well being. We have owled each other a few times, but he won't talk about what happened, and sticks to "safe" topics that let me know nothing about how he is feeling. I've been dying to see him all summer.
Needless to say I was ecstatic to read Dumbledore's reply to my letter.
Dear Miss Granger,
I have carefully considered your request, and after reviewing the current situation, I have decided to allow Harry to spend the remaining weeks with you and your family. I will contact Harry to make sure this is his desire, and to give him the details. If you do not hear from me again, then you may go ahead and pick Harry up on the 28th of July. Shielding spells and alarms of course, already protects your house, so I stand sure that Harry will be safe there. I do hope you have a good summer, and I look forward to seeing you at Hogwarts with the other students on the 1st of September.
Peace, Love, and Chocolate Frogs
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Shrieking with joy, I quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled a short letter out to Harry, who I had received only a few letters from over the past few weeks.
Dear Harry,
I have wonderful news! Dumbledore has agreed to let you come and stay with us for the remainder of the summer! I know you probably would have liked to go back to the burrow, but with the Weasley's off in Rome for that Ministry of Magic convention for the next few weeks, I thought maybe you might like to come here. I understand if you would rather not, but rest assured that my house is well protected with charms and such, so you will be perfectly safe here. Oh I do hope you'll come Harry! There's a fair in August around here, a mall, cinema, and I am sure we can find lots of other things to keep us entertained. And you could get a start on all that homework I'm sure you've not worked on yet. Dumbledore should be sending you a letter soon with the information detailed in it.
Love,
Hermione
I regarded the letter for a moment, wondering if it sounded weird, but in the end I just shrugged my shoulders and sent the bird off with instructions to find the famous wizard that I'd come to care so much about.
Sighing, I ran downstairs to inform my parents of the new developments, hoping that Harry would reply quickly.