*DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, just created the story below. All characters created by JK Rowling*

By the way, If your wondering if Blackburn is a real place, it is. I researched this. Don't understand why I'm telling you this? Read on, and you will very soon. If you go on the net and find Surrey in Great Britain, you won't find Blackburn nearby, but if you look up Little Whinging, you'll find it near by. By the way... Privet Dr. does not exists in neither the City named Surrey, nor the City named Little Whinging.

Chapter 4

Traumatized?

Hermione woke up and felt something around her waist. She looked at it and noticed it was Harry's arm, she smiled. She looked up and saw Harry, asleep.

'He looks much too cute asleep' she thought. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.

'The ball was last night... that means... well, for one, it'll be summer in just two weeks. For two, Harry will have to go back to those awful Dursley's all summer, or at least most of it... Has Harry ever met my parents I wonder? No, probably not. I wonder... Let's see... I live in Blackburn... That's really not all that far from Surrey. All right, so... it's what, maybe an hour drive or something? Let's see... maybe if we...' her thoughts were interrupted by Harry waking up. It was Sunday, so they didn't have to go to any classes, but... they could go to Hogsmeade! Yes, perfect.

"Harry, let's go eat breakfast," she said to Harry. He mumbled something. Hermione loosened herself from Harry's grasp, stood up, and pulled on his arm to get him up.

"Gah Harry, no wonder Ron complains about having to wake you up! Come ON!" she said. He finally got up. They changed out of their dress robes and into their regular uniforms, then went down the the great hall. They ate at a normal pace, then Hermione convinced Harry to take her to Hogsmeade. Once there, Hermione left Harry at the Quiditch store and left to find other things. Harry stood staring at the newest broom. Hermione slipped away and walked into a small store.

"Yes, I would like three stone Taloc necklaces, one emerald, one ruby, and one sapphire and three locator image watches," Hermione said to the lady behind the desk. She nodded and left, coming back a few moments later with what Hermione had asked for.

"Now, I assume you want one of those for yourself, and two for others, correct?" the lady said. Hermione nodded.

"Names?" the lady asked, looking to Hermione.

"Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasely," she replied. The lady looked up at the name 'Harry Potter' but wrote down the information.

"Now then, I will need a hair from each person" the lady said. Hermione frowned.

"Be right back," she replied. She ran over to Harry and told him to go back to Hogwarts through the secret tunnel, find Ron, pull out one of his hairs then run back. he asked why but she told him not to and go already. he did so and returned in fifteen minutes with one of Ron's hairs. He told her that Ron hadn't been quite happy about it. Hermione ignored the commen, took the hair, then pulled out one of Harry's and ran off again. Harry stared off to her with a confused expression. Once getting back to the store, Hermione handed the lady each of the hairs and then Hermione gave her one of her own.

"Could you identify who each hair belongs to and whom is getting which stone?" she asked.

"Mine's the longest, the light brown, Harry's is the brownish black one, and Ron's is the bright red. I'm getting the ruby, Harry's getting the emerald, and Ron's getting the sapphire," she replied. She nodded and set back to work. About fifteen minutes later she returned. She handed Hermione her watch, as Hermione put it on. Then handed her the necklace. Hermione put that on, as the lady got out two bags and dropped a watch in each, then dropped one of the necklaces in each. She then wrote on each bag, the name of the person the items were supposed to be delivered to and handed the bags to Hermione.

"Make sure you give the correct bag to the correct person. If you were looking for Mr. Potter, you would tap on your watch with your wand and say his name. A green dot will appear on your watch showing where he is from where you are, it will also show a red dot, that's you, and you will know when you are close for your dots will be overlapping. If he is at an important location, it will also say the name of the location at the bottom. To speak with Mr. Potter, tap on your stone with your wand. The watch will start sending you his picture if you tap on it twice, but you must activate the necklaces first. As soon as you do this, Mr. Potter will also hear and see you. Mr. Weasley's colour is blue, Mr. Potter's is green, and yours is red. That goes for all three of you. If you do not wish to talk to someone who is trying to contact you through the necklaces, just tap on your necklaces three times. Unless you or someone else activates your watches our necklaces, your necklaces will be normal necklaces, and you watches, will tell the time, date, and day of the week. There is another thing too. If you tap your watch twice, without activated the necklaces first, it will list each of your names, and have a dot beside each name. Now, for your watch, it would list Mr. Potter, and Mr. Weasley. If Mr. Potter was unhappy, it would have a purple dot by it. If Mr. Weasley is happy, it will have a yellow dot. If Mr. Weasley was dead, it would have no dot. Oh, and you can do a three-way as well. If you want to speak to both, since they are the only ones on your list, all you would have to do is tap your necklace twice with your wand, and say your own name, and the image space on your watch, if activated, would cut in half, on one side would be Mr. Potter, on the other, Mr. Weasley," said the lady. Hermione said thanks, paid the lady and left. She ran to Harry, and they went back to Hogwarts. She got both Ron and Harry in the common room, and gladly it was empty. She handed one sack to Harry (the one with his name), and one to Ron (the one with his name). They took the objects out.

"Thanks Hermione," said them both. Ron and Harry put on the watches, and the necklaces. Hermione made them promise never to take neither of the two objects off, then taught them all of what the lady had told her, except what the necklace did, and the visual on the watch; she figured she would save that for later.

"Now neither of you can forget the day, and you won't be late for classes. As long as you don't take them off," she told them. They all laughed. They spent the rest of the day together, and then rested. Hermione decided to write a letter to her parents that morning.

Dear Mum, and Dad,

I'll be seeing you soon, you know that. Anyway, I was wondering if a friend of mine could spend the summer with us? You remember me telling you about him don't you? Harry Potter? Anyway, I really can't bring myself to let him go back to the people he stays with! And their his Aunt and Uncle too! For the first eleven years of his life he lived in a cupboard! Now, well, don't mention this to him if you say he can come, but last summer they got abusive, he came back to school, with one broken wrist, one broken arm, and another wrist that was sprained. Along with his glasses broken, and bruises and scrapes. I just can't bring myself to let him go back there! So, can he spend the summer with us? If you say yes, then, I've already got a plan on getting him out. They really don't care about him, as long as they think they won't be seeing him for a long amount of time, they'll let him come. Please write back soon.
Love,

Hermione

A bout two days later Hermione got her reply.

Dear Hermione,

Of course he can stay! Doesn't sound much like his Aunt and Uncle are... family like, but from what we here from you, he's a much better boy than them. See you at the train dear

Love,

Your Mum and Dad

Hermione practically squealed with delight. A week, and a couple days later, they were on the train. When they got off, Hermione waived to Harry and told him not to worry and that she'd see him soon.

*At the Granger's*

"all right, now, I'm thinking, that we go to Surrey, and find his house, don't worry, I can help with that. Then, we go there, and make up some excuse, like, wanting you wanting to talk with them about the business Harry's Uncle owns. Then, we can, if needs be, tell them about me, they already know about witches and wizards. Harry's mother is his Aunt's sister. They're not wizards and witches though. I think Harry's mother was Muggle-Born like me. As long as we mention that you're like them, and not like Harry and me, they'll probably go along with it if you mention 'Harry, gone, long time'. They might not even mention Harry to you. He just acts as their slave for the summer, and during the school year, Harry says they say he goes to St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys," said Hermione as she rolled her eyes. Her parents looked at her oddly but agreed to the plan.

"Are we just going to drop by or are we going to contact him?" her parents asked.

"Oh, well let's see... we should contact him, but I want to leave tomorrow, so I don't want to have to owl him, or use regular post. I wouldn't dare calling him... so... aha! Be right back," she said. she ran to her room and came back with her wand.

"Aren't you not allowed to do magic out of school yet?" her parents asked sceptically.

"Nope, we're not, but this won't count as Underage Wizardry," she said as she tapped her wand on her necklace.

"Harry Potter," she said aloud. Then she tapped her watch twice. She looked down at her watch.

"Hello Harry, look down at your watch Harry," she said. She saw him look down.

"Hermione?" he said sceptically.

"Who'd you think it was?" she said, sarcastically.

"Uh... actually, I thought I might be going crazy," he replied. She laughed, then paused.

"Harry, what ARE you WEARING?" she asked horrified.

"What I always wear for the summer? The Dursley's never bother to spend more money on me than food, and well, that usually gets eaten by Dudley anyhow. Anyway, they give me Dudley's old clothes. As you can probably see, Dudley's uhm... large..." he replied. Hermione looked horrified, yet angry. Her parents leaned over and looked in the watch. They agreed with Hermione, but didn't... show it as much.

"Horrid, absolutely HORRID. Anyway Harry, the reason I contacted you was so that I could tell you to expect me tomorrow. Do not tell the Dursley's Harry. When I get there, I don't know you, but if I start acting like I KNOW you, then you know me, but not otherwise. Understand?" she replied.

"Yeah 'Mione," he replied.

"By the way, who are the people behind you?" he asked. Hermione turned around.

"Oh, those are my parents Harry," she replied.

"Anyway Harry, I might contact you again, see you," she replied. She tapped on her necklace again, then tapped twice on her watch. She tapped twice on her watch again.

"Good, he's happy now," she said and smiled. Her parents gave her an odd look but nodded.

"So, when are we leaving tomorrow? Harry lives in Surrey. Number 4 Privet Dr., and if we get lost, I can help there, somewhat," she stated.

"Um... how about at eight?" her parents answered. Hermione nodded and went to her room. She tapped twice on her necklace with her wand.

"Hermione Granger," she said. Then she tapped twice on her watch.

"Hello again Harry, Hello Ron," she said.

"Hello 'Mione," answered Harry.

"Huh? Harry? Hermione? Where are you?" Ron asked to thin air, feeling stupid.

"Look down at your watch Ron," answered Hermione.

"Oh, hello," he replied.

"Oh, Ron, in case you were worrying about Harry, he won't be at the Dursley's very long," said Hermione. Ron showed a confused look. Hermione ignored it.

"Harry, I'll probably be at your house around... nine or ten, somewhere around there. Remember now, nothing to the Dursley's," said Hermione. Harry nodded.

"Oh, and Harry," she started.

"Yes 'Mione?" he asked.

"Once you get here, we're going to buy you new clothes," she replied, sounding almost feint.

"Hermione..." he muttered.

"Harry..." she replied giving her all time glare.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you two. By the way, to contact me or someone else between us three, well, say Harry, wanted to contact Ron, you'd tap the stone on the necklace with your wand and say Ronald Weasley. Then, if you wanted to see him, you'd tap your watch twice. Both you and Ron would get the picture, only Ron would see Harry, not himself. If one of you wanted to talk to the other two of us, you'd tap on the stone in your necklace twice, and say your own name, and for you Ron, you'd say Ronald, not Ron. Then of course, you can tap on your watch twice. To turn the necklace off, even if you were only talking to one person, you'd tap on your necklace three times. That will auto-matically turn off the picture as well. G'night Ron, Harry," she said and deactivated her necklace. She got off her bed and changed, climbed back into her bed and slept.

She awoke in the middle of the night. She tapped her watch twice and looked at Harry's name, it had a purple dot next to it. She activated her necklace, then her watch.

"Harry, are you all right?" she asked him. there was silence for a while. Hermione could see Harry was breathing hard and was sweating.

"I'm fine 'Mione," he answered. A tear ran down his face.

"Harry, you had another nightmare, don't bother lying, I KNOW you had one," she stated. He nodded.

"Want to talk about it Harry?" asked Hermione gently.

"No, that's all right, since you know, I imagine you know exactly what happened as well," he replied. She nodded.

"Well, G'night Harry, see you in a couple hours, do you know what time it is? Oh it doesn't matter, see you Harry," she said to him as she deactivated her necklace. She went to sleep afterwards. At around seven thirty Hermione woke up and went downstairs to have breakfast.

"Morning Hermione," her mother said.

"Morning mum," she replied.

"Hunny, were you talking to someone last night?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, Harry had a bad nightmare so I contacted him to see if he was all right. It's just that... when he has nightmares, well... he sometimes, you can't wake him up, and he's stiff, and he mutters things in Par--err--snake language. It's really quite frightening," she replied.

"How'd you know he had a nightmare?" her father asked.

"Er... well, I can't really explain that, I just know," Hermione replied.

"He mutters in snake language?" her mother asked.

"Mhmm," Hermione said back.

"Meaning, he SPEAKS to SNAKES?" her father looked incredulously at his daughter. She nodded.

"Strange... It isn't normal for wizards and witches to speak to snakes is it?" her mother asked.

"Well, actually, no. Only Slytherins can... usually, and not most Slytherins neither. In fact... only ones I know of are Salazar, and Volde--err... Tom Riddle, and Harry of course, but he's not a Slytherin," she replied.

"And Harry is a...?" her father asked.

"Gryffindor," she replied.

"So why can he speak to snakes?" her father asked.

"Uh... well... he got that from Voldemort... err... Tom Riddle, when he tried to... kill Harry," she replied shakily.

"KILL Harry!?" her mother asked.

"Uh... yeah... see, Voldemort--err--Tom Riddle, is the... bad guy, in the wizarding world. In the Muggle World too as a matter of fact. He's a lot like Hitler, only, worse," she replied.

"Why did he want to kill Harry exactly?" asked her mother.

"Well... I... I don't really know... Let's just go, and I'll give you a basic background on the way to his house," she replied. Her parents nodded.

*In the Car*

"Well, let's start out, with famous Harry Potter," she started.

"Famous?" her parents asked.

"Well, yeah, everyone in the wizarding world knows his name. Anyway, his parents, were Lily, and James Potter. Lily, was a muggle-born, and James, a 'pureblood' so to speak. They had a son, named Harry. Voldemort came and killed Harry's parents when he was one years old and tried to kill Harry too, with the Avada Kedavra curse. He shot the curse at Harry, but it didn't kill him, and almost killed Voldemort himself. Instead of killing Harry, it instead gave him a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. This is why Harry's famous, because 'He's the boy who lived'. Harry lived with the Dursley's, his mother's sister's family, until he was eleven in a cupboard. The first sign of magic he showed was at the zoo. He was talking to a python, as well as made the glass walls disappear long enough for his cousin to fall in, then the glass came back. That was an accident, but still. At Hogwarts, after he had gotten his letter, in the first year, he faced Voldemort again, and, defeated him, once again. In second year, Harry defeated Voldemort again, along with saving Ginny Weasley's life. He also defeated a basilisk, that's like a giant snake. Now, Voldemort's name is really Tom Marvolo Riddle, but he made himself a new name, if you switch the letters around, it says I AM LORD VOLDEMORT. In third year he saved his Godfather's life, and in fourth year he won the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and faced Voldemort, again. That wasn't the perfect time for Harry, because his parents, along with some other people's ghosts came out of Voldemort's wand that night. While winning the Tri-Wizard Tournament, he also saved someone's life. In the summer before fifth year, Harry fought two dementors, and then, in fifth year, his godfather died at the hands of Lestrange, a deatheater. Harry, me, and a bunch of other students fought deatheaters that year, and Harry, once again came upon Voldemort. Along with finding a prophecy, but I won't go into that. Last summer, his 'family' started abusing him, and he had nightmares all the time throughout the year. There, that pretty much sums it up. Besides Harry having to deal with his emotions and Malfoy's comments," she finished.

"Wow, seems like he's accomplished quite allot, along with had a nasty
childhood," was her parent's response.

"Mmhmm. He's saved my life countless times really. Like that time in first year, we weren't even friends yet, hadn't really met. He saved me from a troll that year, that's really how we met," she answered.

"Wow..." was her parent's reply.

"Uhm... I wouldn't talk to Harry much about his nightmares, or him being famous, or Voldemort... he... For one he doesn't like too much attention, for two, umm... well, I think you can understand him not wanting to think much about Voldemort, him killing his parents and all. Don't mention his godfather either. And his nightmares... well... their mostly about Voldemort anyway," she stated.

"Of course dear," her parents nodded. A long while later...

"David, get out the map and try to find Privet Dr." her mother stated. Hermione father pulling out the map.

"Yes, yes I see it. Let's see... we're over... here... go straight... then left, right, then left, right, and another right," he replied. Hermione tapped her watch with her wand and said his name, then slipped her wand back in her pocket. She looked at the locator.

"Yes, we're getting close," she said. Hermione's father turned around and stared at her. Hermione rolled her eyes and brought her watch over to where her father could see it.

"We're the red dot," she said.

"Oh, well, then yes, we are getting close," he replied. They arrived a couple minutes later. They got out of the car (Hermione disactivated the locator so it would look like a normal watch) and walked to the door. Hermione's father pushed the door bell. They heard someone yell from inside.

"GET THE DOOR, BOY!" Hermione shuddered.

"Definitely sounds like the place," she stated. Her parents stared at her in disbelief. They heard the pounding of someone running down the stairs quickly. The door knob turned. Hermione smiled. Harry looked at them and smiled and turned around.

"DOOR'S FOR YOU AUNT PETUNIA," Harry yelled. He invited them in.

"Don't say the word 'magic'. They treat it like the most foul word you could say," Harry whispered. Hermione raised an eyebrow but nodded.

"Hello, and who are you?" asked Aunt Petunia.

"Uh, I'm Mr. Granger, this is my wife, Mrs. Granger, and this is our daughter, Hermione," Mr. Granger answered.

"Right. And why are you here?" she asked.

"Just wanted to speak with Mr. Dursley about his... business," he replied.

"Right. VERNON, COME HERE," she screached. Hermione shuddered again.

"Boy! GO AWAY!" she yelled at Harry.

"Yes Aunt Petunia," he answered and walked upstairs. Hermione felt anger flood through her, but shoved it down.

"Sorry for him. He's my late sister's son, isn't quite all here. He's usually at St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys, but he comes home for the summer," she said. Hermione rolled her eyes. A large man, followed by an almost equally large boy entered the room.

"Vernon, the Grangers, Mrs. and Mr. Granger, my husband. And this is my son Dudley," she stated. Hermione got the point of how large Harry's cousin was. Harry came downstairs and started making lunch for everyone.

"So what's the boy's name?" asked Mrs. Granger.

"Who's? Oh, you mean HIM... Name's Harry. Harry Potter," she spat as though it was venomous saying the name.

"Well hello Harry, come here, let's meet you," said Mrs. Granger. Harry came over and shot nervous looks between Hermione, and his Aunt and Uncle.

"H--Hello," he said.

"This is our daughter, Hermione," Mrs. Granger said to him.

"Hello Hermione," he said, trying to sound as if he didn't know her.

"Nice to meet you Harry. Nice to meet you indeed," she replied, looking somewhat mischievous.

"Well, while were talking, Hermione and Harry can, get to know each other," said Mr. Granger.

"Uh... I'm supposed to be making lunch, then I have to clean the garage, the gutters, the cars, and trim the hedges, then mow the lawn," he said, nervously looking at his aunt and uncle. Hermione stared at him in disbelief.

"Well, I'm sure your aunt and uncle wouldn't mind if you took a break to... entertain our daughter while we spoke," spoke up Mr. Granger.

"No, of course he wouldn't, WOULD you boy?" said Uncle Vernon, eyeing Harry, giving him an evil glare.

"No of course not Uncle Vernon," Harry replied as if he was trained to do that.

"Good, why don't you take Hermione to the backyard or something?" he said.

"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry replied again, taking Hermione's hand, leading her to the back. Once they were outside and were in no danger of Harry's 'family' hearing or seeing them, Hermione stared at Harry.

"You didn't mean all that about that long list of chores did you?" she asked. Harry sat down on the ground at stared at a piece of grass.

"O'Course I meant it. That was today's list. I cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and anything else they can think up," he replied. She just stared.

"That's crazy, not to mention CRUEL," she answered. He shrugged his shoulders. She paused as if thinking, then looked up.

"You can COOK?" she asked.

"O'Course, having a personal slave for fifteen years or so, did you think they would make all their own meals, or teach me how to cook?" he replied. She gawked.

"Insane," she replied.

"So how are you planning on getting them to let me come with you? They think I met you two minutes ago," he asked.

"Oh I dunno, if we have to, I'll tell them I'm a witch, but otherwise, I dunno, their doing the talking for now," she nodded in the direction of her parents. He nodded.

"Do they always treat you that way?" she asked.

"Huh? Treat me How? Oh... that... I can't remember. I grew up with that. You and Ron were my first people to treat me like I was human that I can really remember... Wait... I... I don't know, it almost seems like I knew someone when I was young... before my parents were killed..." he replied. She nodded but was digusted.

"BOY!" they heard someone shout. Hermione looked to Harry. She thought she would see someone rolling their eyes or something, but instead, she saw a kind of pure fear. He got up quickly hurried to the voice of his uncle. Hermione followed him, though not as quickly.

"Hello again Harry," said Mrs. Granger as calmly as possible.

"How'd you like to come stay with us Harry? Give a new chance of scenery?" asked Mr. Granger. Harry looked to Uncle Vernon. Hermione watched Harry, not believing it was the Harry from school. Infront of his Uncle he cowered. In front of evil wizards and evil snobs he conquered. Except at emotional moments, which didn't seem to come by very often. She thought of how she had said that he rolled his emotions into a ball for later and hid them in his pocket.

"Uhm..." Harry muttered.

"Are you sure you'd even think of wanting to? I mean..." Aunt Petunia muttered.

"Of course, besides, Harry is one of our daughter's best friends Isn't he
Hermione?" said Mrs. Granger. Hermione nodded, smiling at Harry.

"They only just met, they couldn't possibly be friends yet, or ever," growled Uncle Vernon. Hermione watched as Harry retreated somewhat behind her and to the right, trying to get far away from his uncle.

"No, no, I think Hermione's exactly like Harry, don't you think so Hermione?" said Mr. Granger with a tone that implied something.

"You're, you're one of THEM, aren't you?" Uncle Vernon growled.

"Them? No no, I, nor my wife, are 'one of them' as you call 'it'. Hermione however, I believe is almost exactly like Harry here," he replied.

"Potter is nothing more than a delinquent. A criminal," he replied.

"No, I think Harry's more than that. Aren't you Harry?" replied Mr. Granger. Harry just slipped further away.

"I don't see what you're getting at," Uncle Vernon growled.

"Oh I think you do. Harry's a wizard, and you know it," replied Mr. Granger.

"THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS-- AS-- THEM, OR IT!" Uncle Vernon growled.

"Hermione dear, you want to speak?" asked Mr. Granger.

"I'm a witch, if you get my meaning, and Harry's a wizard. We go to Hogwarts; you know what Hogwarts is, don't you Mrs. Dursley? You sister went there, am I right? You absolutely hated James didn't you? You can't do anything about Harry being a wizard. If he wasn't a wizard, you could kill him, sure; but he is. You know what he's got in his pocket quite well, along with what I've got in mine, and I assure you I've had just as many years of schooling as Harry has," she stated. She looked to Harry for a sneer or something, but that wasn't quite what she saw. She walked over to Harry and dragged him next to her. She put her arm around him and rubbed his back to comfort him.

"So then, can Harry come with us?" asked Mr. Granger. Uncle Vernon growled.

"Fine... He's not coming back any time soon though, or I will have my way," he grumbled.

"Good then, Harry, go get your stuff, you might want to help him Hermione," said Mr. Granger. Hermione pushed Harry up the stairs slowly. He walked up and instinctively went to his room.

"Harry... are you all right?" she asked.

"Fine..." he mumbled. Hermione knew that wasn't true but left it at that. He had already packed so Harry grabbed his suitcase and Hermione grabbed Hedwig's cage. They got down stairs and placed the stuff near the bottom of the stairs.

"Ruddy bird," muttered Mr. Dursley.

"Well, I think we'll be going then," said Mr. Granger. Harry picked up his suit case, Hermione grabbed Hedwig's cage, and they walked outside to the car. They put Harry's case in the trunk. They then opened Hedwig's cage and told her to go to Hermione's house and wait there. Then they put Hedwig's cage in the trunk. Harry and Hermione sat in the back and headed back for Hermione's house, back in Blackburn.

The car started and they were off. Hermione looked to Harry.

"Hey Harry, are you all right?" she asked him.

"Yeah..." he replied. Hermione slid a hand behind his back and started rubbing his back again. Soon enough, they reached Hermione's house. Harry had seemed to perk up by this time, for which Hermione was glad.

'He seems somewhat traumatized... oh well... I guess... He shouldn't have to ever go back to the Dursley's, so it should be easy enough when he gets used to the idea that he's not there. It was scary seeing how Harry acted when he was around his uncle. He looked like he thought his uncle would hit him or something any moment. He probably did... Let's just try and get his mind off everything, that should be easy enough, right?' Hermione thought. They all got out of the car and grabbed Harry's things and went inside.

'Yes, Harry's perked up a lot more now,' she thought and smiled. Harry smiled.

"Well, shall I show you your room Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Sure," he replied. They walked up the stairs and Hermione opened a door and walked inside. She opened the window and Hedwig came flying in. The house was a two story, with two bathrooms, four bedrooms, a kitched, a living room, and an entertainment room. Most of the food around the house was quite healthy looking that Harry could see. Harry's room was a somewhat dark blue, with light blue carpet on the floor. There was a dresser, a nightstand, a large queen-size bed, and a chair in the room. Outside the window was a view of several trees, and several cars and houses.

"Hello Hedwig," she cooed, and smiled. She put Hedwig's cage on the night stand for now. Harry dropped his suitcase by the dresser. He walked to the bed and sat down.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you to unpacking Harry, the bathroom's in there, the door on the other side leads to my room..." she stated and left, to down stairs.

"He seems a bit... traumatized, doesn't he?" said Mrs. Granger. The father nodded.

"He'll be fine..." Hermione replied. She got out her wand and tapped her watch twice.

"See, he's happy," she said to them. Showing the yellow dot.

"Is he always like this then?" asked Mr. Granger.

"No... I've never seen him act that way. He's different at school. I mean, does a boy who's fought full grown dark wizards et cetera sound like he would be afraid of his muggle uncle?" she replied. Her parents shook their heads.

"Strange..." said Mrs. Granger. Hermione nodded, along with her father.

"After tomorrow, I think he'll be fine. I think that things just have to sink in for now. He has to get used to the idea, that he's staying here this summer, that he doesn't have to worry about... his uncle, that he won't have to see them again. After this summer, he'll go back to Hogwarts, he'll graduate, and then, he can live in his own house. He does own a house. It might be painful for him to live there though..." she replied.

"Why?" her mother asked.

"It was his godfather's," she answered with a frown. Her parents nodded understandingly.

"I figure, today we'll let him settle in, and tomorrow, we can go shopping for clothes. Harry's the size of a cat, compared to his whale of a cousin," she stated. Her parents nodded slightly. Soon enough, Harry was coming downstairs.

"G'morning," she said brightly. Hermione smiled. She walked over to him and hugged him.

"Glad you're here Harry," she whispered in his ear. She released him and dagged him over to her parents.

"Harry, my mum and dad," she stated.

"Hullo Mrs. Granger, Mr. Granger," he replied, shaking their hands.

"Call me Laura," said Mrs. Granger.

"Yes, and call me David," Mr. Granger replied. He gave a gentle smile. Harry nodded.

"Well Harry, what would you like for lunch?" asked Laura.

"Huh? Oh, doesn't matter," he replied. Laura nodded. She simply made sandwiches. Harry was quite obliged to help. Harry was acting much more normal now. When they finished, Hermione stood up and stretched a bit.

"Well Harry, what do you want to do?" she asked. He got a sly smile and stood up. Hermione raised an eyebrow. He walked over to her behind her and put his arms around her waist. She relaxed and looked up at him, still seeing a mischievous grin. Then understood why. He had started tickling her.

"Harry -- James -- Potter --" she said between outbursts of laughing.

"What's the magic word?" he asked smiling.

"I -- don't -- know!," she replied. She turned around and tried to tickle him back, but failed. He stopped and sat on the couch, grinning. Her parents laughed. Hermione put on a sly grin and sat down next to him.

"Best behave Mr. Potter," she said, trying not to laugh. He was still grinning.

"So, what do you want to do?" he asked. Her parents still in the kitchen.