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The next morning, when Harry woke up, it was to find that his bedroom window was open, and through it there came a light breeze to made the curtains moves very slightly. Sunlight was streaming into the room. Harry heard an owl hoot at the end of his bed, and he opened his eyes and looked.
"Morning, Hedwig," said Harry sleepily. He closed his eyes again, and again, Hedwig hooted. "What is it?" said Harry, reluctantly opening his eyes again and sitting up.
Hedwig came over to Harry, and there was a letter tied around her leg. Harry stretched out his arms, yawned, and began to untie it. Hedwig hooted again with impatience.
"IÕm tired, all right?" Harry said grumpily. "IÕm untying this as fast as I can." Geez, said Harry to himself. Whoever tied this must have had quite a bit of time on their hands.
Finally, Harry finished untying the letter, and Hedwig flew over to her cage, which was on HarryÕs desk, and began to gulp some water. Harry lay back down and opened the envelope. It was the list of school things that he would need for the coming year; his 7th, and last year.
'Dear Mr. Potter,Õ said the letter, ÔHere enclosed is a list of the school books that you will need for the coming year. Also, enclosed, is your Head Boy badge. Congratulations!
'Professor McGonagallÕ
Harry stared at the letter. Head Boy? He put the letter down and picked up the envelope and turned it upside-down, and sure enough, out of it fell a small badge. The badge was red, and on it, there was a small, but not too small, golden lion. The words 'Head BoyÕ were written on the golden lion in red letters.
"Wow!" said Harry. He put aside his Head Boy badge, and picked up the lists of school things that he would need.
'You will need all of the following for the year ahead,Õ said the list. 'NEWTÕs Advanced Potions, by Newt Schamander; NEWTÕs Advanced Transfiguration, by Emeric Switch; NEWTÕs Advanced Charms, by Peter Flitwick; and NEWTÕs Advance Defense Against the Dark Arts.Õ
Well, that shouldnÕt be too bad, thought Harry. I just need to get some more money out of my vault, get the books, and some more Potions ingrediants. And I need new robes.
With all this in mind, Harry got up and got dressed, and went down into the kitchen for breakfast.
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"Wow, Harry!" said Fred, chewing on some bacon. "Head Boy! Congrats!"
Harry had just told everyone in the Weasley household about getting made Head Boy. Well, almost everyone. Bill, Charlie, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had had to leave in the middle of the night to go to a meeting for the Order.
"Nah- itÕs a fake," said George. "How could you be Head Boy? YouÕve caused too much trouble!"
"George!" said Ginny indignantly.
"ItÕs okay, Gin," said Harry. Then he turned to George. "IÕm pretty surprised. But I suppose Dumbledore has his reasons. I wonder what they were?"
"Probably because youÕre 'the Boy who LivedÕ," Fred joked. Harry threw the muffin that he had been eating at him.
"Thanks, Harry," said Fred, finishing off HarryÕs muffin.
"You're gross, Fred," said Ginny.
"So, Ginny," said Fred, changing the subject as a couple crumbs fell out of his mouth. Ginny looked at her brother in disgust. "Have you received your school supply list yet?"
"Yes," said Ginny, but she didnÕt get to say anything more, because right them Mr. Weasley came out of the fire place.
"Morning, Dad," said George.
"Morning, Mr. Weasley," said Harry.
"Good morning," said Mr. Weasley. "Listen, you have to pack up your things, all of you."
"Why?" said Fred.
"Don't ask me why, Fred," said Mr. Weasley. "The Order has just found out from one of our spies that You-Know-Who is after all of the Weasleys, or anybody connected to Harry, here. We know that You-Know-Who plans to come here tomorrow night."
"Why is he after us, Dad?"
"WeÕll discuss that later."
"Where will we be going?" Harry asked.
"12 Grimmauld Place," said Mr. Weasley.
Harry fell silent. He didnÕt, after all, want to go back there, to 12 Grimmauld Place. It held too many memories of his late godfather, however, he knew he mustn't argue.
Mr. Weasley again told everyone to go and pack up their things. Harry headed up to where he slept, in his late best friendÕs room, and started packing all his things into his trunk. There was also a second trunk, which had been RonÕs, that Harry put everything in that he couldnÕt already fit into his own trunk.
When Harry had again arrived in the kitchen (he had had to have Mr. Weasley carry his second trunk down the stairs for him), he found that Ginny, Fred, and George were already there, waiting for them with as many of their things as they could take with them.
"Dad?" said Ginny. "What about you and Mom? How are you going to get all of you things there?"
"IÕve shrunk all of them, and put them in this box that IÕm carrying."
"ThatÕs not a very big box," said George to Fred.
"Yeah, well..." said Fred.
Mr. Weasley held out some floo powder. "Here, Fred, you first."
Fred took the floo powder, threw it into the fire place, stepped in with his trunk, and shouted '12 Grimmauld Place!Õ, and was gone. GeorgeÕs turn came next, and then GinnyÕs. Finally, only Harry and Mr. Weasley were left, and Harry had both of his trunks in to fireplace.
"Mr. Weasley?" said Harry, before stepping into the fireplace himself.
"Yes, Harry?"
"What about Hermione? Is she going to be taken to 12 Grimmauld Place also?"
"Yes, Harry," Mr. Weasley replied. "SheÕs already there, infact. She was brought there last night."
"Oh."
"Now, go on. I daresay that she is very anxious to see you."
Harry smiled and stepped into the fire place; he shouted out '12 Grimmauld PlaceÕ and disappeared towards his destination.
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The first thing Harry felt when he stepped out of the fireplace was someone throwing themselves onto him in a hug. It was Hermione.
"Hey, 'Mione," said Harry.
"Hello, Harry!" said Hermione, standing back and smiling. Mr. Weasley just came out of the fire place, and he went over to Mrs. Weasley and kissed her. "I know I only saw you yesterday," Hermione continued, "but IÕm still really glad to see you. Oh, and I hear youÕre Head Boy! Congratulations! IÕm Head Girl!"
"Good to see you, too, 'Mione," replied Harry.
"Why donÕt you and Harry go upstairs, Hermione?" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Good idea..." said Hermione, picking up one of HarryÕs trunks; Harry picked up the other one, and together, he and Hermione headed upstairs to the bedroom that he and Ron had shared the summer before his fifth year.
"You need some help with that, Hermione?" said Harry. He had already reached the second landing, and Hermione, who was right behind Harry, was having a bit of trouble dragging HarryÕs trunk up the last step.
Harry went over to Hermione, and picked the trunk up for her. As he did so, his hand lightly brushed HermioneÕs.
"Thanks, Harry."
"No problem," said Harry. He dragged the first trunk into the room, and then came back out to help Hermione. He grabbed one end of the trunk, and Hermione the other end.
"WhatÕve you got in here, Harry?" said Hermione, struggling a little under the weight. "Books?"
Harry laughed. "Books? Me? YouÕve got to be joking." He put the trunk down, and sat down on his bed. Hermione sat down next to him.
"Why did you bring two trunks, anyway?" said Hermione.
Harry looked down at his feet. "One of then was RonÕs," he said quietly.
Hermione didnÕt respond. Harry looked up at her, and found her watching him.
"Does being back here...bring a lot of memories back to you?" said Harry.
"Yes," said Hermione. "Yes, it does. Memories of you, me, and Ron hanging out, of Sirius and you laughing your heads off at something..." HermioneÕs voice trailed off.
"I still miss Sirius," said Harry. "And what with Ron..." his voice broke. "Well, itÕs made coming back here all the more painful." He looked at Hermione.
"The same goes for me, too, Harry," said Hermione.
She looked at him. Harry saw a tear run down her face, and he reached up and brushed it out of the way. Then, as a second tear ran down her face, Harry brushed it out of the way, and rested it on her face, with his fingers right below her ear.
"Please donÕt cry, Hermione!" whispered Harry. He looked deeply into her eyes, and the next thing that he knew, he had his lips pressed against hers, and felt her warm breath on his face. Harry felt Hermione lean into the kiss a little more. He placed his other hand on her face, with his fingers right below her ear, and pressed his lips with a little more pressure. Then Hermione pushed him away. She looked distressed.
"Hermione, wha...?"
"IÕm sorry Harry," she sobbed. "I canÕt do this, I canÕt kiss you, not now." Hermione ran out of the room.
"Hermione?" said Harry, as she left.
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The next morning, when Harry woke up, it was to find that his bedroom window was open, and through it there came a light breeze to made the curtains moves very slightly. Sunlight was streaming into the room. Harry heard an owl hoot at the end of his bed, and he opened his eyes and looked.
"Morning, Hedwig," said Harry sleepily. He closed his eyes again, and again, Hedwig hooted. "What is it?" said Harry, reluctantly opening his eyes again and sitting up.
Hedwig came over to Harry, and there was a letter tied around her leg. Harry stretched out his arms, yawned, and began to untie it. Hedwig hooted again with impatience.
"IÕm tired, all right?" Harry said grumpily. "IÕm untying this as fast as I can." Geez, said Harry to himself. Whoever tied this must have had quite a bit of time on their hands.
Finally, Harry finished untying the letter, and Hedwig flew over to her cage, which was on HarryÕs desk, and began to gulp some water. Harry lay back down and opened the envelope. It was the list of school things that he would need for the coming year; his 7th, and last year.
'Dear Mr. Potter,Õ said the letter, ÔHere enclosed is a list of the school books that you will need for the coming year. Also, enclosed, is your Head Boy badge. Congratulations!
'Professor McGonagallÕ
Harry stared at the letter. Head Boy? He put the letter down and picked up the envelope and turned it upside-down, and sure enough, out of it fell a small badge. The badge was red, and on it, there was a small, but not too small, golden lion. The words 'Head BoyÕ were written on the golden lion in red letters.
"Wow!" said Harry. He put aside his Head Boy badge, and picked up the lists of school things that he would need.
'You will need all of the following for the year ahead,Õ said the list. 'NEWTÕs Advanced Potions, by Newt Schamander; NEWTÕs Advanced Transfiguration, by Emeric Switch; NEWTÕs Advanced Charms, by Peter Flitwick; and NEWTÕs Advance Defense Against the Dark Arts.Õ
Well, that shouldnÕt be too bad, thought Harry. I just need to get some more money out of my vault, get the books, and some more Potions ingrediants. And I need new robes.
With all this in mind, Harry got up and got dressed, and went down into the kitchen for breakfast.
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"Wow, Harry!" said Fred, chewing on some bacon. "Head Boy! Congrats!"
Harry had just told everyone in the Weasley household about getting made Head Boy. Well, almost everyone. Bill, Charlie, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had had to leave in the middle of the night to go to a meeting for the Order.
"Nah- itÕs a fake," said George. "How could you be Head Boy? YouÕve caused too much trouble!"
"George!" said Ginny indignantly.
"ItÕs okay, Gin," said Harry. Then he turned to George. "IÕm pretty surprised. But I suppose Dumbledore has his reasons. I wonder what they were?"
"Probably because youÕre 'the Boy who LivedÕ," Fred joked. Harry threw the muffin that he had been eating at him.
"Thanks, Harry," said Fred, finishing off HarryÕs muffin.
"You're gross, Fred," said Ginny.
"So, Ginny," said Fred, changing the subject as a couple crumbs fell out of his mouth. Ginny looked at her brother in disgust. "Have you received your school supply list yet?"
"Yes," said Ginny, but she didnÕt get to say anything more, because right them Mr. Weasley came out of the fire place.
"Morning, Dad," said George.
"Morning, Mr. Weasley," said Harry.
"Good morning," said Mr. Weasley. "Listen, you have to pack up your things, all of you."
"Why?" said Fred.
"Don't ask me why, Fred," said Mr. Weasley. "The Order has just found out from one of our spies that You-Know-Who is after all of the Weasleys, or anybody connected to Harry, here. We know that You-Know-Who plans to come here tomorrow night."
"Why is he after us, Dad?"
"WeÕll discuss that later."
"Where will we be going?" Harry asked.
"12 Grimmauld Place," said Mr. Weasley.
Harry fell silent. He didnÕt, after all, want to go back there, to 12 Grimmauld Place. It held too many memories of his late godfather, however, he knew he mustn't argue.
Mr. Weasley again told everyone to go and pack up their things. Harry headed up to where he slept, in his late best friendÕs room, and started packing all his things into his trunk. There was also a second trunk, which had been RonÕs, that Harry put everything in that he couldnÕt already fit into his own trunk.
When Harry had again arrived in the kitchen (he had had to have Mr. Weasley carry his second trunk down the stairs for him), he found that Ginny, Fred, and George were already there, waiting for them with as many of their things as they could take with them.
"Dad?" said Ginny. "What about you and Mom? How are you going to get all of you things there?"
"IÕve shrunk all of them, and put them in this box that IÕm carrying."
"ThatÕs not a very big box," said George to Fred.
"Yeah, well..." said Fred.
Mr. Weasley held out some floo powder. "Here, Fred, you first."
Fred took the floo powder, threw it into the fire place, stepped in with his trunk, and shouted '12 Grimmauld Place!Õ, and was gone. GeorgeÕs turn came next, and then GinnyÕs. Finally, only Harry and Mr. Weasley were left, and Harry had both of his trunks in to fireplace.
"Mr. Weasley?" said Harry, before stepping into the fireplace himself.
"Yes, Harry?"
"What about Hermione? Is she going to be taken to 12 Grimmauld Place also?"
"Yes, Harry," Mr. Weasley replied. "SheÕs already there, infact. She was brought there last night."
"Oh."
"Now, go on. I daresay that she is very anxious to see you."
Harry smiled and stepped into the fire place; he shouted out '12 Grimmauld PlaceÕ and disappeared towards his destination.
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The first thing Harry felt when he stepped out of the fireplace was someone throwing themselves onto him in a hug. It was Hermione.
"Hey, 'Mione," said Harry.
"Hello, Harry!" said Hermione, standing back and smiling. Mr. Weasley just came out of the fire place, and he went over to Mrs. Weasley and kissed her. "I know I only saw you yesterday," Hermione continued, "but IÕm still really glad to see you. Oh, and I hear youÕre Head Boy! Congratulations! IÕm Head Girl!"
"Good to see you, too, 'Mione," replied Harry.
"Why donÕt you and Harry go upstairs, Hermione?" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Good idea..." said Hermione, picking up one of HarryÕs trunks; Harry picked up the other one, and together, he and Hermione headed upstairs to the bedroom that he and Ron had shared the summer before his fifth year.
"You need some help with that, Hermione?" said Harry. He had already reached the second landing, and Hermione, who was right behind Harry, was having a bit of trouble dragging HarryÕs trunk up the last step.
Harry went over to Hermione, and picked the trunk up for her. As he did so, his hand lightly brushed HermioneÕs.
"Thanks, Harry."
"No problem," said Harry. He dragged the first trunk into the room, and then came back out to help Hermione. He grabbed one end of the trunk, and Hermione the other end.
"WhatÕve you got in here, Harry?" said Hermione, struggling a little under the weight. "Books?"
Harry laughed. "Books? Me? YouÕve got to be joking." He put the trunk down, and sat down on his bed. Hermione sat down next to him.
"Why did you bring two trunks, anyway?" said Hermione.
Harry looked down at his feet. "One of then was RonÕs," he said quietly.
Hermione didnÕt respond. Harry looked up at her, and found her watching him.
"Does being back here...bring a lot of memories back to you?" said Harry.
"Yes," said Hermione. "Yes, it does. Memories of you, me, and Ron hanging out, of Sirius and you laughing your heads off at something..." HermioneÕs voice trailed off.
"I still miss Sirius," said Harry. "And what with Ron..." his voice broke. "Well, itÕs made coming back here all the more painful." He looked at Hermione.
"The same goes for me, too, Harry," said Hermione.
She looked at him. Harry saw a tear run down her face, and he reached up and brushed it out of the way. Then, as a second tear ran down her face, Harry brushed it out of the way, and rested it on her face, with his fingers right below her ear.
"Please donÕt cry, Hermione!" whispered Harry. He looked deeply into her eyes, and the next thing that he knew, he had his lips pressed against hers, and felt her warm breath on his face. Harry felt Hermione lean into the kiss a little more. He placed his other hand on her face, with his fingers right below her ear, and pressed his lips with a little more pressure. Then Hermione pushed him away. She looked distressed.
"Hermione, wha...?"
"IÕm sorry Harry," she sobbed. "I canÕt do this, I canÕt kiss you, not now." Hermione ran out of the room.
"Hermione?" said Harry, as she left.
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