A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far everyone! I greatly appreciate them. I've updated two new chapters. Hope you like them.

Harry got up from his bed to open the window and let the brown owl in that had carried Hermione's letter. He quickly untied the letter, and the owl took off into the night. The letter was most unexpected, especially after what had just ensued in Harry's dreams. He tore open the letter and began reading the contents.

Dear Harry,

Why haven't you written all summer? Ron and I are very worried about your lack of response, and we wonder whether it has to do with the night in the Ministry. Harry, you must realize and accept that what happened that night was not your fault. We all followed you on our own free will realizing the dangers, and you were only acting out of worry and love for Sirius.

Harry please, I beg you, write back. We're worried, I'm worried. Please Harry, I care for you and can't stand seeing you this way. Please write back.

Love,

Hermione

"Typical," Harry mumbled to himself. He didn't plan nor want to write back anytime soon, and quickly tossed the letter to the side. He received the sympathy letters from Ron and Hermione at least once a week. He didn't want to hear what they had to say because they weren't him, and they couldn't tell how he felt. Though, Harry did feel a little odd with this one due to its timing, as he had just had an odd dream about Hermione and himself.

Harry asked himself, "why did I dream of myself and Hermione like that? I...I don't think of her, Hermione, in that way. Maybe I should respond." However, that idea quickly died as Harry could only imagine himself writing, "Dear Hermione, you told me to write and well hear it's, I just had a dream about you and me in love together." Harry knew he wasn't going to be doing this anytime soon and quickly returned to bed.

Harry began wondering though what would happen if he did write back, even though he knew he wouldn't. What would Hermione say? What would she think? Harry began thinking then found himself saying, "but that doesn't matter anyway, you don't think of her that way, or do you?" But Harry didn't have time to answer himself as he fell asleep.

"Oh Hermione you're so beautiful," Harry confessed to Hermione, as they sat outside enjoying the sunset. "You're my world, and without you, I don't know what I'd do," Harry told her. They both sat together, hugging and sharing the moment.

"Harry, I cannot imagine myself without you," Hermione told Harry, to which Harry quickly smiled. "Hermione I love you," Harry confessed.

Harry bent his face down, and was about meet Hermione's lips when he suddenly awoke and found himself kissing air. "What in the world was that about! What are these dreams supposed to mean?" Harry was at a loss for words, as he had now had two love dreams about Hermione in one night, not to mention the letter she had sent oddly enough. And to confuse Harry even more, another owl had appeared at his window with another letter from Hermione.

"What in the world, that's two letters in one night, with all this happening nonetheless. What's she spying on my dreams or something?" Harry quickly opened the window, untied the letter, and quickly began reading.

Dear Harry,

This is getting stupid and ignorant. Don't pretend that what either I write or others write to you is junk or not the truth. Harry we do care and we don't hold you responsible in anyway for what happened. This time I'm not asking you to write back, I'm telling you to write back.

If you don't respond, I will send an owl every hour, every day until you do. And I know how your uncle is with owls.

Love,

Hermione

"What in the world is up with this girl? She wants me to write back, okay I'll write back then and see how she likes it." Harry quickly snatched a piece of parchment and quill and went at it. "She wants to hear from me, well now she will!" Harry wrote furiously until he was through. He picked up the finished letter and read it over:

Hermione,

You want me to write, well here it is. I don't think you or anyone who has written to me about what happened that night has a clue right now. You have no idea what I feel and what I'm going through. Please leave me alone, you and all the others, it's bad enough that I have to return to school in two weeks and have all those people gawking and gossiping about me. Your just a stupid girl who keeps sticking her nose way too deep into others personal business, trying to inject your stupid book knowledge. Go read a book or something, maybe that will clue you in to how I feel. Now for the last time, leave me alone! Harry

Harry quickly tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and told her, "Take this to that girl Hermione. Go. NOW!" He didn't know why he yelled at Hedwig, he just did. Hedwig quickly left, leaving Harry alone in his room.

"That should take care of her and those stupid dreams I've had." Harry thought to himself. Though the subject of the dreams still lingered on his mind. Why was he dreaming of love, especially with Hermione? "It has to be that stupid movie I just saw. Yeah that's it, it just was stuck on my mind, and she just happened to be thrown into the mix. Yeah it's nothing really," Harry told himself over the matter.

"I just need to get it off my mind. Yeah that's it. I'll go see another movie and that should put an end to this nonsense." Harry told himself over the subject of his dreams. He quickly got up, changed, and headed out to the theater.

On the way, Harry began thinking of the letter Hermione had sent him and the spark of anger it caused inside him. "Who's she to tell me what to do, and demand me to write back? Does she think she's my mum or something? Think I can't handle myself or deal with something on my own? Why can't she just stay out of others business for once and stop trying to add her stupid comments? Well she wanted to me to write, and I gave it to her. That should shut her up." Harry thoughts kept swirling and causing him to fume that he didn't realize he had reached the theater.

Harry quickly looked over the movies playing and decided he needed something action wise to get his mind off things. "Yea a good action movie should kill those stupid dreams and all that mushy crap," Harry thought to himself. He decided on the new war movie that had just came out. He quickly got his ticket and headed into the theater.

The movie hit the spot for Harry, as it had action and gore. Everything he wanted to get his mind off that other subject. He headed for the Dursley's in a good mood, believing he had squashed all that earlier nonsense.

However, things only became worse when he saw what was waiting for him when he reached his room. "Another letter! What the heck now?" However, Harry calmed down when he recognized it was Ron's owl, Pig. He opened the window, and took the letter from the happy owl, who seemed never to have a care. "Wish I could be like you and never have to worry about a thing, always happy all the time." Harry unrolled the parchment Ron had sent and began reading:

Harry,

What in the world did you write to Hermione? She just arrived here at the Burrow and I've never seen her more upset. She quickly ran and hid in a state of tears. Harry she really cares for you and only meant well. She can't, nor can I, stand seeing you like this in a sulking state. What has happened to the Harry we know and like? Please Harry just apologize to Hermione, saying you weren't yourself or something when you come here to the Burrow. Look forward to seeing you soon.

Ron

"Now he's on her side! Well that figures because of his little crush on her. What a fool." It had also completely slipped Harry's mind that Ron had invited him earlier that summer to the Burrow. However, he wasn't going to be going anytime soon. "Fat chance I'll be seeing you two soon. Good grief!"

Harry quickly took out some parchment and quickly wrote a letter in reply to Ron. He had finished, and quickly read the finished work:

Ron,

I will not be seeing you at the Burrow this summer. I've had a change of heart and do not want to come, nor will I accept to go. I will also not be giving out any apologies to anyone anytime soon. Goodbye.

Harry

"That should take care of that matter." Harry told himself, as he waited for Hedwig to return from her previous delivery, knowing she be here soon since Hermione had gotten his letter. He waited around, still fuming yet he didn't understand why. "Hermione and Ron are my friends, maybe they really do mean what they say?" Harry quickly shrugged this idea off, leaving it to that they, "only want to feel sorry for me."

Harry glanced over to window to see that Hedwig had returned. He got up from his bed to quickly take the letter over to her, and have her get on her way quickly so that Ron didn't have any ideas that he'd still be going to see him. "Quickly take this to Ron at the Burrow," Hedwig blinked in acknowledgement, but Harry could tell she was upset over him yelling at her. "Sorry about earlier," Harry told her.

Hedwig quickly took the letter and set off into the night. All the drama that ensued that day had left Harry unaware that it was already night. All the day's events had left him exhausted, and he quickly changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed.

"Those letters should keep those two off my back for now at least." Harry thought to himself, knowing though Ron would have no part of him not going to the Burrow. Harry was expecting to see Pigwidgeon there in the morning with a letter from Ron, telling him they were coming to get him anyway, even if they had to drag him away.

However, morning came and no letter had come. And the next few day passed without a single owl post. Nothing. Zero. Harry was beginning to wonder maybe if they had forgotten him, or if he had really struck a nerve. "Who care's though," Harry thought to himself, "this is what you wanted, to be left alone." Harry was pleased enough, for now, with the repsonse he had given himself.

The days slowly passed, now with only one week remaining before his return to Hogwarts. Suddenly though something struck Harry's mind, how was he going to be getting his school supplies and getting to the King's Cross Station to get onto the Hogwarts Express? He had almost always gone with Ron and Hermione, and had always gotten his books with someone, except his third year. Harry began wondering if maybe he should send an apology to Ron and Hermione, as he knew the Dursley's wouldn't take him anywhere for anything for his school.

However, Harry's mindset changed when he realized how he had gotten his supplies on his own in his third year. "The Knight Bus! That's it, I can take the Knight Bus up the day before to Diagon Alley, and get my supplies. Then I'll just stay the night in the Leaky Cauldron." Harry was glad he thought of this, as he hadn't planned on apologizing anytime soon.

Harry laid down in bed that night to go to sleep thinking how he'd show Ron and Hermione how he didn't need them for anything. "I can take care of myself. Yeah, that'll show them, I don't..." and Harry was quickly asleep.

Harry was now inside the ministry, along the path he had taken the night that had caused him so much pain. He was alone, or so he thought until he looked forward and saw a body lying on the ground. "Hermione!" Harry yelled out as he quickly rushed to her side. She laid there unconscious, bleeding, and looking as if she were dead. "No, you can't be dead. Not now, no Hermione! I lo...I...I love you! You can't leave me! This is all my fault! You can't die!"

Harry quickly awoke from his dream, sweating all over and breathing deeply. He had another dream of Hermione.