"Another! Why...why in the world again, now? I thought it was that whole movie thing that caused this, but I haven't seen any sappy love movies lately. Then what caused this?" Harry thought to himself. He couldn't understand these two dreams he had of love, with Hermione nonetheless.

This latest dream made Harry even more confused. It couldn't be the movies that was causing his dreams, as he hadn't seen any all week. Was his mind trying to tell him something? Did he feel that way and just not know it? Harry couldn't come up with a solution to the dreams.

As the days went by, Harry fell deeper and deeper into thoughts of the two dreams he had of Hermione. Through all the explaining he could do, he still couldn't come up with an answer for why he had the dreams.

Harry felt even worse though by the fact that he hadn't received a letter from either Ron or Hermione since he sent his last letter declaring his intentions not to go to the Burrow. Harry couldn't understand why they hadn't written something, as he told himself, "they sure could write something when I didn't want it." Even though he didn't really want their letters, he couldn't help but feel a little selfish in at least wanting something from one of them saying they acknowledged his decision, or even that they'd see him on the Hogwarts Express. "I'll see them soon enough, so I'll have my answer soon. That's if I decide I want to see them."

Harry's last day at Privet Drive consisted of him gathering all his belongings and getting ready to summon the Knight Bus. The Dursley's paid little attention to the fact that Harry would be leaving. Harry even wondered if they even knew he was still there, as he was usually gone by this time of the year.

As Harry gathered the last of his belongings, his photo album dropped from the books he was carrying. Harry picked it up, feeling odd as to whether or not to view the contents. He slowly opened the album, and the first picture he saw was of himself, Hermione, and Ron, all smiling and beaming in the picture. It had been taken during there second year. Harry quickly scanned through the photos, and something struck his attention at the back of the album. He noticed there was a new picture.

Harry hadn't put any photos in the album all summer, though when he came to thinking about it he hadn't really looked at the photo album that summer at all. He hadn't looked at it since he left Hogwarts for the summer. The new picture was of him and his godfather, Sirius. Harry took the photo out of the cover to have a closer look of his godfather and himself beaming in the photograph.

As he took the photo out, he noticed there was writing on the back. It was a note written by Hermione. Harry quickly read the note:

Harry,

I know how you must feel right now after having just lost your godfather. I'm truly sorry for your loss. I hope this picture will help you focus not on the loss of your godfather, but on the good times you and him shared together. Harry, you gave your godfather the chance to spend nearly the last three years of his life free from Azkaban. You presented him with the one gift he wanted most of all, to be with you.

Harry, Sirius cared for you deeply which is the reason he came to your aid on the night he was killed. He gave his life for the safety of yours.

If you ever need anyone to talk to Harry, please write. I care for you, and I hope that in time you will be able to go on with life as normal.

Love,

Hermione

Harry felt a single tear roll down his cheek. Through all his grief and anger towards his friends, he never had taken the time to see how they truly cared for him. He suddenly realized that it was he, not the others, who had caused himself so much grief and anger over the summer. He allowed himself to continue focusing on the negative that he had made it impossible for himself to open up to the chance of healing.

Harry couldn't help but think his friends would never talk to him again after the way he had treated them. He had nearly said everything he could to give them the impression he no longer cared what they thought. He couldn't help but feel he had gone too far this time with his temper.

"This must be why they haven't written to me. They must have had the last straw with me and decided they no longer want to be my friends. It's my own fault I guess." Harry felt deeply saddened. He felt now that he had lost everything in the world.

"I wish I could apologize, but they'd probably just throw any letter I send into the fire. Why did I have to go and make a mess of things?"

Too add to it, Harry felt even worse that it was Hermione who had written the kind words on the picture, and was the one who had given him the picture. "I've treated her terrible all summer. I've ruined everything between us now. I wouldn't be surprised if she hates me." Harry thought to himself.

"All she tried to do this summer is help get me through this, yet I just kept pushing her away like the rest of them." Harry felt he would now never have any friends again, and he faced the prospect of going to Hogwarts without anyone who liked him at all.

He gathered his photo album and placed the picture of him and Sirius carefully back inside. He decided to look at the good times he had spent with his friends in the past.

Harry came upon a picture of Hermione and himself alone. He suddenly realized what a beautiful girl Hermione had become. "I can't believe I treated something as beautiful as her in such a way as I did. All she wanted to do was help, but I had to go and feel sorry for myself. Things will never be the same."

Now that he was to never be friends with Hermione again, Harry realized his true feelings for Hermione. Without thinking of her as the girl with books loaded over her back or the girl whom had been best friends with, he saw Hermione in a different light. "She's...well...um er...gorgeous. There I said it, okay. She really is, beautiful."

Harry knew it was all for naught though, as she would never forgive him for the way he treated her. He just wished he could find out what they were thinking of him, and why they hadn't sent him a letter.

Harry couldn't help but feel he'd never get the answer. Then suddenly he had an idea overcome him. "There still may be a chance for me to find out if they do still possibly have any care left for me, or if they do in fact hate me. It may not be to late to see if they'd accept my apology." He would enact his plan on the ride to Hogwarts.