Stella: Glad you like it. Q: is he going to ask voldemort about the bushy hair he remembers/is he going to see Hermione? A: Good question, even I don't know everything. It depends, I'm still debating on some small aspect and that will determine what happens next….
Q: is Harry using occlumency without knowing it? because if he wasn't, wouldn't voldemort be able to know what he was thinking? A: Ah, Good question. I really don't know how to answer that one as I do not know the answer myself. I believe so, but the last few (and next 2) all came from the dream I had. I'm merely writing it down as it happened there. Chapter 9 starts my own writing without that help…does that make any sense? But Yes, to your question as Voldemort has now clue about Harry's thoughts. (Maybe I'll address that in the end of this chapter or in the next…)

Q: shouldn't Harry's scar be hurting? A: I've kinda covered that with the headache. Harry hasn't been able to see a mirror, so he has no clue he has the scar, so I left it as a headache to kind of touch on that aspect of his character.

I hope that answers your questions…I really don't know how to answer them any other way.

On another note: Just came back from seeing The Grudge, and if you're looking for a creepy movie, I recommend it. It's right up there with The Ring. Anywho, enough about movies and onto why you're really here. Here's the next section, hope you enjoy… (And I hope no one seems too out of character, I try, really I do…)

Chapter 6: 2 Days Later

Hermione sat up in her room. She sat on her bed reading over old letters Harry had written her. She knew she should be doing her summer homework, but she could not bring herself to concentrate. She kept having thoughts of Harry and it always broke her concentration and left her feeling sad and alone.

She heard a rustling and looked over by her desk where the noise had come from. Hedwig was sitting there, perched on top of her cage. The owl seemed as glumly as she felt.

Hermione got up from her seat on the bed and crossed over to the owl that once belonged to her friend. Correction still belongs to her friend. She corrected herself. She reached out and petted the owls' smooth feathers. James and Lily had gave her Harry's prized owl, saying he would want Hermione to have her. Crookshanks was not that thrilled at having the owl living with her, but they got along ok.

"I know you miss Harry girl. I do too." Hermione said, continuing to stroke the owl.

She looked up as she saw another owl fly in. She recognized it as the 'Daily Prophet' Owl. She quickly grabbed her money, paid it and took her paper, sitting down on the bed again and began to read.

She scowled when she saw the front page headline. It read 'Wizarding World in Shock over Harry Potter's Death'. She scanned the article, seeing how Fudge chose to deal with that one. Surprisingly, most of the facts were true. The comments at the bottom made her angry. Comments from people who knew nothing about Harry were saying things like "The boy-who-lived didn't live this time…" She threw the paper across the room, scattering sections all over her room. She didn't care, she was too angry to care. She startled Hedwig and woke up Crookshanks from his nap at the end of her bed.

The tears threatened to fall again. Harry isn't dead. She thought angrily. I know it. He can't be. Trying to convince herself of the fact. She knew the others thought of her in denial, but they don't understand. No one understood her connection to him.

She sat on her bed, lost in her thoughts, memories dancing across her brain. Harry when she first saw him on the train, Harry jumping on that stupid broomstick in first year just to prove a point to Malfoy, Harry in second year when the blunger hit Harry's arm, Harry as he stood close to her so she could work the time turner so they could free Sirius, Harry laughing at Ron, and Harry's face as he fell out of the train-

Her thoughts were interrupted when another owl flew into her room and landed next to her on her bed. She immediately recognized it as Ron's owl, Pig. She untied the letter and opened, reading what Ron had wrote.

Dear Hermione,

Have you seen the Prophet?! What a load of

crock! It made me so mad! I can't believe all

The stuff they said!

How are you? Mum went by the Potter's

Earlier to see how they were holding up.

Mum says she's worried about them. She

Thinks they might do something drastic.

(That was a word she used. ;))

I gatta go, Mum needs me to go and de-

Gnome the garden. Talk to ya later.

Ron

Hermione sighed as she finished the letter. She crossed to her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper and pen. (Saving the parchment and ink for her school work). She gave Pig an owl treat and shooed him away, as she was going to send Hedwig out. She hoped the owl would deliver the letter for her. She sat down at her desk and began to write her reply.

Dear Ron,

Yes, I saw the Prophet. And I do agree

They could have said nicer things but

What can we do? We know the truth

And so do those who matter.

I'm sorry to hear about the Potters.

But think Ron, they just lost their only

Child. Wouldn't you be upset?

I still think Harry's alive out there

Somewhere. You can think what you

Want, but I know the truth. He'll come

Back. I know it. I've been ok so far.

Nothing to brag about. Just so you

Know, Lily gave me Hedwig. She said

Harry would want me to have her. L

I'm hoping she will deliver this to you,

Hedwig's been so depressed.

I can't stop myself from wondering, if

Harry's alive, why haven't we seen him?

Where is he? I hope that…you know who

Doesn't have him.

I have to go. My parents will be home

Soon and I know I'll hafta help unload

Groceries.

Talk to ya later:

Hermione

Hermione finished her letter and tied it to Hedwig's leg.

"Take this to Ron." She told the owl. Hedwig seem to almost glare at her and flew out the open window. Moments later, she heard her parents pull into the drive way. She sighed and turned away from the window.

Two days ago I was talking to Harry about staying here the summer. Two days ago everything was more or lessly normal. Two days ago, I knew there would be hope for us someday. Two days ago, our worlds were shattered. I should have done something else. Insisted harder to find him. Two days ago, my heart left me with Harry's so called death. Two days ago, I was actually living.

"Hermione!"

Hermione was pulled out of her thoughts and she left her room, yelling "Coming" as she trotted down the stairs of her family home.

"Can you help us unload the car?" Her mom asked her arms full of grocery bags.

"Sure." She said, and left the house, and walked out to the car.

Two days ago, my only worry was of my O.W.L. scores.

She picked up a couple of bags and started to walk the bags into the house.

Two days ago, I could say that I was happy.