Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing more than… well… I don't own anything but maybe the penny that I found on the ground, wait, no I'm still in debt of five dollars to my brother, hmmm… but I definitely do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form that your imagination can see it!

Harry and I became fast friends in one night, and for the first time in months I felt good about this whole England situation and I actually felt the need to live life. It seemed almost every night I would be crying into Harry's shoulder, I was so weak, and he was so strong. As he got to know the loud, wild me, and I got to know the brave and stubborn Harry Potter. Whenever I thought about being the sister of Harry Potter I felt like royalty, but I definitely loved him for his sensitive self than a scar on his forehead. We look nothing alike, I had wavy black hair, but mine was dyed. He also had black hair, but it was untamable. He had a clear, pale complexion. I had blue eyes compared to his emerald green ones. I had freckles sprinkled across my nose and a rather feminine build, if I do say so myself. He had a slender build, not skinny, but not bulky. It was obvious he was an athelete.

Harry taught me everything about England and Hogwarts, he helped me out with all the homework, which we could do whenever we felt like it because I had heard about how Harry had to wait for them to go to bed, but I had threatened the Dursley's by saying that because I wasn't a citizen of England they didn't have my record, but really I was making up stuff as I went along, they totally bought it and let Harry have his supplies, as well as me and mine.

He taught me about all the awesome candy, and all the prank stuff… boy was this year going to rock!

I had been staying with the Dursleys for nearly a week now and I had already been in trouble with them too much for my taste. First I made fun of Dudley, talked to the neighbors, and shot Dudley's abnormally large whitey tightey's onto the roof… nobody in the family has realized why none of the neighbors have been coming over as often… It made me laugh when Petunia's book club had refused to meet at The Dursley's house.

Things were going very well considering my mom had just died, Harry and I made a pact that if I kept happy, so would he. I wouldn't want to see him sad. And It made me feel loved, I knew how much he missed our godfather, but he was keeping it all in to keep me happy. He was such a sweetheart. We were a support system for each other.

Harry,

Hello mate! I hope your summer has been good… I know I haven't been owling lately, but I felt like you needed some time to think since, well you know. Tell Haley I said hi.

I was wondering if you and her could come over for the last week is summer, which is coming up, I know its short-notice, but I wanted to give you some time like I said earliar. Just owl me and let me know soon, but it don't really matter, we're coming no matter what they say. Mum says we can set up a port-key… and so your family won't even notice when we take you away.

Much brotherly love,
Ron

Harry,

I know that you are telling me that everything is fine, but I really want you to know that I will always be here for you, if you need anything… anything, I'm an owl, or even a phone call away! Tell Haley I said hello… Ron has invited me to his house for the last week of break, he said he is inviting the two of you also, hope to see you there!

Love,
Hermione

These were just two of the letters that Harry had received, the most recent ones that had come today. Harry got many letters from his friends at Hogwarts… he sounded very popular, well he also was in America, they have fanclubs of him everywhere, and when I had brought this up with him he sounded surprised.

"Fanclubs? About me?" Harry asked, folding laundry.

"Of course! You and that Oliver Wood punk, those are the only ones that are from around here, well that are really big." I replied as if it was nothing while pairing socks.

"Sheesh! And I couldn't even get my first pick as a date for the ball!" Harry said, rather frustrated.

"Psh, you don't have a girlfriend? I could probably hook you up!"

"Well… I'm not really looking for a girlfriend right now."

"Don't be modest, don't worry I got your back!" I started to think, and if we were back in America I knew PLENTY of girls that would date my brother!

"So what do you think of that Oliver Wood?" Harry asked, curious.

"Well he is hott, but I don't date a guy purely on looks, they have to be a good person too."

"Believe me, Oliver's very kind!"

"You frikkin know OLIVER WOOD?" I said, almost freaking out.

But suddenly calming down when I realized I sounded so…what's that word… obsessed maybe?

"Erm, yeah, he was my Quidditch captain." Harry said as if it was nothing. "I didn't know he was that famous."

"Hell yes! The girls go crazy for him! And he's an awesome player."

"Wow, who knew?" Finally the laundry was finished folding and we left the clothes at their respectable areas.