A/N: Okay, I'm going to have to skip over a month or two. I am not writing what they do in the summer!!! Well, sort of. Here just think of this, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie play quidditch! How's that! Yeah that was their summer! Ok! This next opening is maybe a day or two after last chapter. Or night should I say? I dunno, don't ask me! Ask Bob Killingsworth. He's the man inside my head!

"Ron, come over here," Hermione called. He uttered a distant "Coming!" Hermione layed out on the picnic blanket, basking in the sun. Crookshanks was cuddled at her side, purring as loud as a tractor. He had certainly gotten fat this summer.

Ron's backyard was beautiful. Mrs. Weasley was doing such a great job with it. All Hermione's favorite flowers were blossoming around her, even the one that bloomed in winter. The tree she sat under was full of shade, and not a garden gnome was in site. It was perfect.

As Ron sat down on the blanket, he leaded over and kissed her. She sighed. He was so romantic. She looked around for any other Weasley, maybe spying behind a bush. There were none. The sun shone brilliantly over the clouds . . .

Not anymore. Darkness swept over the beautiful garden. The flowers died, the trees grew taller and mocked them. Their branches turned all flowy and reminded her of snakes. Wait, they were snakes; great brown ones, trying to bite at her and Ron.

Mad laughter caught her ears and she turned. Scabbers skittered across the now dead grass. Slowly it began to transform into Bellatrix. Her wand was held out in front of her, pointing to Ron. "Say Goodbye," she said. Ron's face was contorted into pure horror. Hermione tried to block it, but she was to late. "Avada Kedavra!" the evil Death Eater called out. And with a flash of purple and silver, Ron was dead. Bellatrix then disappeared, her mad laughter continuing after she faded away.

Hermione sprang over to Ron. She held his lifeless body in her arms and began to cry. Why didn't she do anything? Why didn't she jump in front on the curse to sacrifice her life for her beloved Ronald? Why? She sobbed and sobbed.

She looked up. Pig was tapping on the window to the Weasley's house.

Hermione's eyes popped open. She was holding her pillow squeezing and crying. Realizing it was only a dream she wiped the tears away from her face. There was a tapping at her window and she smiled as she saw Pig, fluttering outside of it. She threw back her covers, rose from her bed, and opened the window.

Pig scuttled in, flying madly around the room. Hermione took her wand from her bedside table and uttered "Acio letter." The letter disconnected itself from Pig's foot and floated to her hands. Reading it, she smiled.

Pulling out her quill and a bit of parchment, she replied:

Dear Ginny,

My parents have already given me permission. I would love to come. The end of summer sounds great. Why don't you give me the date that you are going to Diagon Alley and I'll meet you there? Flourish and Blott's has a new book coming out that I am dying to read. Have a good summer, also.

Love from,

Hermione

Hermione could not wait till the end of summer.

"Wake up boys!" his mum called from downstairs. Ron drowsily rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. He sure was hungry.

Not waiting for Harry, he put on his robe and went down stairs. The whole first level smelled of sausage. His stomach grumbled and he hurried to the kitchen. His mother was already serving him a plate. When he sat down at the table, she placed it in front of him. "Eat up now," she told him. "We've got a long day ahead of us."

Ron looked at her confused. "Like what?" he said, his mouth full of eggs.

"Well Diagon Alley of course," she said amazed. "Start of term begins in a few days. Did you think you were going back to Hogwarts without any books or supplies?" Ron sighed.

Ginny and Charlie came down the stairs, both fully dressed. "Morning mum, Ron," he said taking the plate their mother handed them. "Beautiful day isn't it?"

"I'd say so," Ron said looking out the window and seeing the dark sky and rain clouds. Harry came tromping down the stairs lazily. His hair was messed up more than usual and he did not look awake. He yawned and took the plate from Mrs. Weasley. "Well, good morning," Ron said to him. Harry just grunted and started eating.

"Good morning Weasley's," Bill said coming down the stairs. He looked wide-awake. "And Potter's," he added when he noticed Harry at the table. Harry just grunted again. Bill laughed at Harry's state and took a plate from his mum.

"Oh Bill, will you conjure up another bed in Ginny's room for Hermione?" mum asked. Bill nodded.

Ron choked on some eggs. "What!" Mum looked at him strangely.

"Didn't you know? She responded about two moths ago," she said.

"Oh yes," he said glancing towards Ginny. "Must have slipped my mind." He glared daggers at her. She gave him an innocent smile. "I'll go get dressed," he said pushing his plate away. Suddenly, he had lost his appetite. "Come on Harry." Harry merely grunted again, and followed.

A/N: Yeah, yeah! I know it's short but sometimes, you just gotta let these things go. Do any of you watch Stargate? Well, if so, what's your favorite episode? I only know a few names so you might wanna describe what happens. Just wondering! I can't wait tillJanuary 21!!!Tehehe! Ok, chapter eight . . .