Disclaimer: see chapter one.

Chapter 3

*8*8*8*Harry's POV*8*8*8*

**** Harry doesn't have a diary yet. He might never have one.

September 1

I dialed Hermione's number. I didn't want to endure Vernon's "I don't see the point" from Privet Drive to King's Cross, like every year.

"Hermione, do you think you parents could give me a ride to King's Cross"

"Of course, we were on our way."

I hung up and pulled all my luggage to the entry. (unfortunately) Dudley stopped me.

"Tell me about Hermione," demanded Dudley.

"We already had this conversation," I declared, hoping he would be stupid enough not to remember I never had the conversation with him, but with Victor (sp) Krum in 4th year.

"When" he frowned.

"During 4th year, with Krum," I shrugged.

"Oh."

More stupid than that, you DIE.

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