After finishing her letter to Remus, (Yes. Hermione called Remus a dingus. Hey, that rhymes!) Hermione yawned and leaned back a bit against the wall. Almost ten minutes later, her owl flew back into the room with a letter in his beak. Hermione anxiously untied it from its claw and unfolded it. It read:
Congratulations. I didn't expect you to learn telekinesis until two weeks later. I was extremely impressed. In no time at all, you'll be finished with your training. Keep up the good work. I'll see you tomorrow morning and we cab continue with your lesson.
Hermione smiled at Remus' praise. Though she had humbled over the past months, it was still wonderful to hear praise about her intelligence. She looked down and noticed that there was a very small, tiny sentence at the bottom of the letter. She squinted and read:
Oh, and by the way, Harry's coming to Grimmauld Place today.
"WHHHHHAAAATTTT???!!!???" She screeched, toppling off the bed. Her owl watched with an amused glint in its eye as she attempted to stand up and adjust herself.
Harry was coming. To Grimmauld Place. Today. Hermione glanced at her watch. It was exactly six 'o clock. Would Harry be coming to Grimmauld Place during dinner? She wasn't so sure how she would react when she saw him. Sure, part of her was exhilarated to find out that one of her most close friends was coming to live at the house she was staying in. But part of her was mortified. And she had very good reasons to be.
Her father was Lord Voldemort, the very man who killed said close friend's parents and caused the so called Dark Ages of the wizarding world and whose sole purpose in life was to kill said close friend.
She had elemental and telekinetic powers that allowed her to perform magic that normal witches and wizards her age were not capable of.
Her parents were dead and she didn't know how to explain their death if Harry asked her about them.
She looked like a goth poser.
Hermione wondered if maybe she would have enough time to prepare herself physically and mentally for her best friend's arrival.
"Maybe I can just perform a glamour spell on myself. I've read about them in books and I'm a fast learner. I can probably do it correctly if I have enough time. Maybe I can just-"
DING-DONG!
"...or not..."
Oh good God. Harry was here. Hermione ran downstairs without thinking and ran down the hallway.
"Scum! Mudbloods! Running amok in MY house!" called a voice from where the portrait of Sirius' mother was.
Hermione ignored the portrait's cries and wrenched open the door. And there stood Harry in all his Boy-Who-Lived, savior of the wizarding world glory. Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or cry.