Disclamer: If i owned harry potter you think i would be relenting my feelings of depression in this fanfic? Of course not. Id be rich enough to hire the best phycologist in the world!
Chapter 2
The Weasley Express
The next day The Weasleys came to pick him up. They go to the car. "Hi! Harry" said Ron. "Hi!" said Harry. "What's up?" "Nothing much", replied Ron. "What about you? Just happy to be getting away from the Dursleys. And Happy to be going back to Hogwarts. "How come you're not talking much?" asked Harry. "Just feeling out of it", said Ron. I haven't been getting much sleep lately. Ron asks Harry to move over closer to him. He whispers in Harry's ear. "I keep thinking about Hermione." "I don't know whether to tell her or not how I feel about her". "Don't worry", said Harry. "You will find the right time to tell her" "But what would I say?" said Ron. "What am I supposed to do? Just walk up to her and say I like I like her. Just like that? "Maybe" said Harry. "Maybe you say something different." "When you find the right time to tell her you will know what to say" "You know what?" said Ron. "Sometimes you sound like a little like Dumbledore." Harry laughed. "All out!" said Mr. Weasley. "Last stop on the Weasley Express!" Everyone laughed. Harry got out of the car and stepped into Diagon Alley.