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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