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A/N: Here it is: the fourth chapter! Mind you, it did take me a long time to update (and I'm really sry for that), but it happened and now you can read it and pls, feel free to review me! The fifth chapter should be up sometime in 3 days tops... the fifth chapter is already in production, so I can tell a little about it.... Harry, Ron, and Hermione are on their way to Diagon Alley for their supplies and Harry is still worked up about the letter he received after Hedwig was intercepted. Who was it if the person wasn't a Death Eater? What purpose did they have in intercepting Ron and Harry's letters? What was he/she looking for? Okay, I know a lot of you are probably wandering (since this is a HermionexHarry romance based story) when they are going to show that they fancy each other... Now Harry and Hermione don't really even know, yet, about their feelings, so they've got to work on it a bit... but trust me, the fifth or sixth chap will defiantly promise you something on that! So just keep coming back and reviewing...

Anonymous Letters

Harry's legs buckled under him as his feet slammed in the grassy earth with a light thud, along with his trunk that clinked and clanked from it's contents. Hermione bumped into him as she, too, slammed into the ground with less grace. Harry caught her before she hit the ground by her knees and, dropping his trunk, lifted her by her arms upright.
"Thanks," she brushed herself off and picked up Hedwig's cage that lay on it's side on the ground, "I really hate using Portkeys," she was now picking up the towel ring and stuffing it in her pants' pocket. She rearranged her cloak and turned toward the Burrow's wooden gate; leading to the doorstep to the Weasley's house. Harry, whose glasses were now askew on his face, pushed them back in their proper place with his bandaged index finger, and, picking up his trunk again, followed. Harry guessed it was almost 12:00 a.m. because the moon was now almost directly above him, and he really doubted that all the Weasley's were still up.
Harry heaved his trunk through the gate, after Hermione had some difficulty unlatching the rusty latch ("It's not funny, Harry," said Hermione), and this time, he got a laugh out of it. She relatched the gate behind him and briskly walked past him, nudging his shoulder a bit as she past, as if mad at him, but he saw her smile through the corner of his eye.

Hermione walked up to the door and knocked...
"Mrs. Weasley, it's Harry and me," Hermione said through the door, before opening it and stepping inside. Mrs. Weasley, a short, plump woman, was sitting on a green armchair, that sustained several punctures, knitting what looked like another "Weasley sweater." Harry remembered when she began to send him one every Christmas, starting on his first year at Hogwarts.
"Harry, dear," she stood up as Harry placed his trunk by the door, "so good to see you again!"
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley, good to see you too." Heavy footsteps were heard from above Harry's head and he suspected it was either the twins, Ginny, Mr. Weasley, or Ron since they were not downstairs.
"Hello, Harry!" Ron was standing at the foot of the stairs with a toothily grin, "Good to see you again, mate." he said as he walked up to Harry and held out a hand. Harry took it.
"Same here," Harry grinned, glad to be with his friends again, as Ron took him into a brotherly hug. He released Harry and Harry noticed that Ron's hair was still the same, with his flaming red hair and his freckles.
"C'mon, lets go upstairs," Ron motioned Harry and Hermione to follow, and Harry glanced back at his trunk and dreaded carrying it again.
"Don't worry Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley picked up her wand that lay on the lamp table next to her, and pointed it at his trunk, "Locomotor trunk." the trunk, like it had done before with Tonks when she, Moody, Kingsly, and Remus had come to his house before his fifth year, rose from the ground and levitated up the stairs, "There you go, Harry. Now go upstairs and turn in- you too, Ron- We have to get up in no more than 10 hours to go to Diagon Alley." They all nodded and walked lightly upstairs as to not wake up the others.
"Good-goodnight, Harry...Ron" Hermione yawned as she entered and closed the door to Ginny and her room.
"She's been acting strange; wouldn't let me come get you, she wanted to it by herself..." Ron whispered as soon as the door closed. Harry felt a slight jolt in his stomach as he realized he still hadn't told Ron about his prophecy.
"Ron, I got something to tell you..."
Harry told Ron everything about the prophecy and what it meant for him after they reached Ron's room. Harry and Ron sat on Ron's bed while Crookshanks messed with the shoelaces on Harry's trainers that lay on the floor.
"Blimey, Harry, why didn't you tell me?" Ron asked him in awe.
"S'pose I forgot" Harry shrugged.
"You suppose?" Ron furrowed a eyebrow, "Have you told Hermione?" he asked while twirling the shoelaces of his shoes around his finger.
"Yeah," Harry said feeling really guilty for not telling Ron first thing last year.
"Is that why she wanted to go so badly by herself?" he looked up at Harry in puzzlement.
"I guess, at least that's what she told me..." Harry recalled her telling him so; she didn't seem to sure of her answer.
"I don't think that's the only reason she went to your house for. I think she had other reasons..." Ron said looking at Harry sternly.
"What are you getting at, Ron?" Harry asked raising a brow. Ron seemed to think before he answered from the look of foreboding on his face.
"I don't think I'm the one to tell you..." Harry looked at him questioningly and got up from his bed. He was awfully tired and his eyes watered and stung as he yawned and padded over to the spare bed provided by Mrs. Weasley. Harry sometimes felt guilty knowing that Mrs. Weasley went out of her way all the time for him, but he also felt grateful to her, for she had said before that she looked at him as another son.
"Well, goodnight..."
"'Night," Ron took off his shoes and enveloped himself in his covers. Harry followed Ron not too long after him, after he placed his glasses on the bed side table next to him, he folded the covers over him as well, but found it hard to sleep. What had Ron been talking about? What was Hermione's true intentions when she came to him? His brain suddenly fell silent and his eyes closed as sleep finally found him.

Harry woke up to the urgent shaking of his shoulder in what seemed only seconds after he had fallen unconscious.
"Harry, c'mon, let's go," Ron shook more violently at his shoulder, "Harry! C'mon, mum'll have a fit if we're not down there in a hurry!" Ron whined scarcely.
"Eh?" Harry rolled over to the blurred picture of Ron looking distraught in front of him, "Alright, Ron... I'm up..." he groped the bed side table for his glasses, "Where-"
"Here," Ron handed Harry his glasses and turned toward the door, "Don't take too long, Harry." Harry nodded as he pushed his glasses on his nose with his bandaged finger as Ron turned on his heel and padded down the many flights of stairs. He looked down at his index finger and grimaced as fresh blood seeped through the soaked bandages. He swore under his breath and got up tiredly to get changed into another pair of Dudley's old clothes. He pulled out a two sizes too big red T-shirt and a seriously large pair of faded jeans and changed hastily. He glanced at the mirror on the wall and tried his best to tame his untidy hair, but eventually found it pointless. He was now heading for the door, but the door swung open before he could get to it. WHAM
Harry's nose collided with the door with such force, Harry thought he saw the door come off it's hinges.
"What the- Oh, Harry! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Ginny's face peered from the other side of the door that had hit him. Harry clamped his hands over his nose and felt his eyes water with pain and he grimaced at Ginny through tears.
"I'm-I'm fime Gifnny," he said through his fingers, "What ish it?" he started to wiggle his nose a bit to make sure it wasn't broken.
"Um... Hedwig's here..." Ginny pulled a face at him as though she felt the pain as well.
"What?" Harry stopped wiggling his nose and was now speeding down the stairs in a hurry. His nose still throbbing, Harry reached the bottom of the stairs to see Hedwig resting on the windowsill in the kitchen window; Ron leaning against the table away from him; and Hermione in the living room, sitting on the couch.
"Harry, He- Oy, what happened to your nose?" Ron looked almost like Ginny as he grimaced at Harry. Harry touched his nose and found blood smeared on his upper lip and he frowned at Ron.
"Ginny... she hit me with the door..." he tilted his head back to keep the blood from dripping everywhere and was feeling around for the bathroom.
"Here..." Harry turned to see Hermione holding out a wet cloth.
"Thanks," he took it and dabbed it on his upper lip as she smiled at him blankly.
"I'm just repaying for when we arrived..." she turned on her heel and rejoined Crookshanks, her bandy-legged, ginger cat, on the green torn couch, and stroked his ears affectionately. Harry looked at Ron, who was rolling his eyes at the ceiling as though exasperated. The bleeding eventually stopped and Harry motioned Hedwig over to him.
"Come here," he called to her, and she open, and spread her wings and flew over to him and nibbled affectionately on his ear, as she had done so many times before. To Harry's incredulous belief, there on her scaly leg, was a faint violet envelope. Harry and Ron exchanged looks of puzzlement and Harry untied the string that was wrapped around Hedwig's leg with shaky fingers. Hermione, who had just noticed the letter got up from Cookshanks and walked into the kitchen and watched in the door way. He stared at her, and she toggled from him to the letter and nodded faintly as if that decided the matter. He returned his gaze a the letter and peeled back the flap and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. He unfolded it and the words didn't look familiar at all to him and read over it three time before looking up at them and reading aloud:

Looking forward to meeting you, keep out of trouble till then

Harry looked up from the parchment and Ron and Hermione switched glances of foreboding.
"Who sent it?" Hermione whispered to him as though someone would over hear a secret.
"Doesn't say..." for a split fleeting second, it sounded like something Sirius would write, but Harry knew that was impossible and felt a slight tug of sadness.
"Well, it sounds like a bit of rubbish to me... I think it was just a joke..." Ron declared.
"Harry, do you think that was why Hedwig was missing?" Harry opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly a object came whizzing by his head in a blur and her heard Ron's short intake of breath.
"Pig!" he raised his arms so that Pigwidgeon could land on one of them, "Come here, you little..." Pigwidgeon finally settled on his arm and hooted excitedly at Ron and stuck out it's right leg and there, too, was another violet envelope.
"Mum, Pig's back!" Ginny, who was just arriving from upstairs, ran back upstairs to Mrs. Weasley. Ron gave Harry and Hermione a nervous look; untied the letter, opened the envelope, took out the parchment and read aloud:

Look after Harry and stick by him this year

"Harry, you've got a stoker!" he whimpered.
"Oh, Ron, stop it!" Hermione said exasperated and she shook her head at him, "He doesn't have a 'stoker,'" she finished in a monotone. "Like I was saying, Harry, do you think this is why Hedwig and Pig were missing?"
"It's possible, but why would they write a letter back?"
"I dunno," she answered while nodding her head, "The real question is: Who sent it and why?" she pointed out professionally.
"Alrgiht, are we ready?" Mrs. Weasley walked in, followed shortly by Ginny, and gave Hermione the red cloak she had wore before, "Harry, hurry along and get your cloak." Harry nodded and hurried off, upstairs. That was no Death Eater who sent that... But who did? Harry pondered as he ran up the stairs two at a time. He rummaged through his trunk and found his black cloak and put it on; he made sure it was on securely and went back down the stairs. His finger with the gash was throbbing continuously as he ran down the last flight of stairs and he made a mental note to ask for a new bandage later.
The Weasley's, spare Mr. Weasley, and Hermione were standing around the fire place, waiting for him in earnest.
"Alright, Ginny, you first," she held out the jar that contained the green floo powder and Ginny took a handful and stepped into the fire place. She held out her hand and said...
"Diagon Alley!" she shouted and she disappeared in a whirl of green fire.
"Alright, now you, Ron," he too grabbed a handful and stepped into the fire place.
"Diagon Alley!" and he disappeared too.
"Hermione..." she grabbed some floo powder, stepped into the fire place.
"Diagon Alley!" and she was gone.
"Harry, dear..." he stuck out his hand and grabbed a handful of floo powder and was about to step into the fire place when Mrs. Weasley grabbed his shoulder. "We'll tend to that bandage when we get back..." she smiled at him.
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," he smiled back.
"Anytime, dear," she then let go of his shoulder and stood back.
"Diagon Alley!" and the warm sensation that he was so used to, crept over his body and he smile at Mrs. Weasley again, before he was engulfed by the green flames, and swung in circles as the floo powder transported him to the world he belonged to, at Diagon Alley.

A/N: alright, i've already began production of the fifth chapter so just keep reviewing! The next chapter is gonna promise HarryxHermione action so just pls be patient...