I got only 2 reviews!!! How sad was that?!?!?!? Oh well, anyway I decided to continue the story even though people out there doesn't appreciate my work...:'( Oh well. I dedicate this to my 2 reviewers. I love you both. And I also dedicate this to my long lost friend who was the one who introduced me to Harry Potter in the first place. Love you so much. Come home soon. ^_^ Anyway, as it goes, read on peepz!

~*~*~*~*~ Harry looked up the sky and saw nothing but the roof of weird leaves that was devoiding him of the moon's guiding light. He also hold a stick on his right arm, its tip was encrusted with flame. The odd thing is the stick isn't catching fire unlike ordinary wood. Harry wiped his sweating brow and frowned. Why was he standing in the middle of an unknown forest, in the dead of the night, and feeling like his body has been through an earthquake, a storm, a fire, and Uncle Vernon's beating all rolled in one? It has something to do with a girl...

Harry shook his head, trying to push away the thought from his mind. "I'm outta here." Harry said aloud, and started to turn to the different direction he has been facing.

And then he heard it. A scream of a girl, probably his age. It was followed by the muffled yells. A boy this time. Harry stopped. His hand grasped the ends of his already messy black hair and pulled it slightly. 'What's going on?' Harry asked himself. More screams penetrated the silent air, sending goosebumps on his back. More yelling, a lot of scruffy noise, and a manical laugh followed. Harry groaned and started to run toward the voice. He can't leave him here. He may be a punk, but he is also a person with a heart. These 2 people, whoever they are, they're in danger. He can feel it.

Twigs whipped his face, but he pushed them away impatiently. The only thing that is on his mind is that he need to help them, and that some bunch of branches whipping his face will certainly not stop him. The forest was getting denser every minute but he doesn't care. Finally, after running for a long time, he reached a cave. It was so dark that his flame torchy thingy doesn't help him. Gathering all the courage that remains in him, he stepped inside the cave. Something was gripping his shoulder, but he shook it away impatiently and ventured deeper into the unknown cave. The screams rang out clearly this time, and it sounded oddly familiar. Gripping his hold on the stick, he peered around a corner and gasped.

"Get up, you lazy bum. We need to do some shopping."

Harry felt a hand made contact with his left cheek, and it left a stinging sensation. Harry groaned and sat up, his bed feeling oddly comfortable. An outline of a woman was sitting on his bed. Groggily, he felt around for his glasses, and found them lying next to his bedside table. 'Funny, I don't remember having a table in my cupboard.' He rubbed the glasses against his woolen night shirt, and once again it surprised him. Never did he owned such clothing. "Aunt Petunia? What are you doing here? And why did you slapped me?" He put them on but kept his eyes closed. Seeing the bony face of his aunt scowling at him was not exactly the first thing he wanted to see in the morning. "Oh please. First off, I slapped you because you have been sleeping like a log. Second, I can enter this room whenever I please. And third, I'm not your aunt."

Harry's eyes popped open at the voice. It certainly wasn't the high pitched nasal voice of the woman he has grown to hate. It was very sarcastic and a teenager's voice. And it's musical. It took Harry a minute to take in the bushy hair, Almond set eyes, that sarcastic smile... "Hermione?!"

Hermione laughed and seated herself at the edge of Harry's bed. "Yep, the one and only. Tom, the innkeeper, has already prepared breakfast in a private parlor. After you get dressed, go down stairs and enter the first door you see. Meet me there."

With that, the witch laughed and left the astounded Harry with the billowing of her deep blue cloak and his very confused thoughts. He shook his head and got up from the bed.

"Weird girl." He muttered then headed for the mirror nest to a huge closet.

~*~a few minutes after~*~

Hermione was sipping her cup of coffee when Harry came barging in the room, his emerald eyes shocked and confused. He was panting, which apparently meant he had ran. Hermione watched, amused, as he leaned on the maple door, trying to catch his breath. She chuckled and returned to reading her copy of the Daily Prophet.

"What was that?"

She didn't looked up as Harry grabbed a chair across her on the small, exquisite round table set up by the innkeeper. "What was what?" She asked, taking a second sip from her coffee.

"I saw this huge hairy thingy outside the door, Mione. He was huge, and hairy, and he grasped my arm! He was giggling! And he keep trying to drag me towards the other room!" Harry glared at her. "I don't suppose you set up that Mammoth?"

Hermione laughed and set down her paper, meeting Harry's furious jade orbs with her own bespectacled chocolate brown eyes. "Potter, that wasn't a 'Mammoth' as you charmingly put it. She was a half giant, and I supposed she acted like that since she was all too ready to, uhh, spread her species around," a smirk played across her pink lips and settled her eyes on the paper again. "and you happened to be a guy who caught her at a very horny moment."

"She wanted to SHAG me??" Harry shivered at the thought. "Wait, Mione, where's breakfast?" He scowled at a single blood red rose on the center of the table. "Are you expecting me to eat that?"

"Oh, yeah, here you go." With no interest at all, Hermione withdrew her wand from the sleeve of her robe and flicked it on Harry's direction. A golden plate landed neatly in front of him, loaded with eggs, bacon, cheese, and toast with butter. A goblet of orange juice appeared to his right.

Harry hungrily grabbed the bacon and chomped down on it, looking like a man who haven't eaten in months. He waved a slice of bacon on Hermione's direction, but she shook her head and pointed at her coffee. Harry shrugged as if to say "Whatever." and continued to wolf down his breakfast.

As Harry was gulping on his juice, Hermione flicked her wrist and the now clean plate zoomed out of sight. She took a long list from her shoulder bag and inspected it. "Oh dear, we are behind the schedule I made. Thanks to you." She rolled her eyes and let go of it. It rolled itself and placed itself neatly in Hermione's bag once again.

Harry set down his juice and stared at Hermione. "Mione, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, as long as it not something stupid."

"Why did you came for me? Why did you rescued me from the Durseley's? Are you part of some organization that protects human rights or what?"

"No, it's nothing like that." Hermione sighed and pulled her hair into a ponytail. "Even if I explain everything to you right now, you still won't understand. You see, I hardly knew everything myself. Both of our memories were erased."

Harry's eyes grew wide. "But who such thing?"

"It was Albus Dumbledore."

"So this Dumble-something guy, was he the villain after all?"

"No!!" Hermione said with much force that Harry jumped. She towered over Harry, her knuckles turning white as her hands gripped that table in anger. "Professor was one of the greatest and most humblest wizards ever known! How dare you say such a thing like THAT?!?!!?" Hermione's nostrils were flaring angrily. Harry threw his hands in alarm.

"Whoa, Mione. Chill out girl. I didn't know, all right? My bad."

Hermione returned to her chair, still fuming.

Harry cleared his throat nervously and reached over the table for her hand. "I'm sorry, all right? Please don't be angry at me."

Hermione withdrew her hand and tucked the stiffly on her lap. "I'm not angry. I should also apologize, but don't say things about Professor Dumbledore like that on my face."

"I'm really sorry Mione."

"It's okay." Hermione drank the rest of her coffee in one gulp and abruptly stood up. She carefully avoided his. "Let's go Potter. We have a lot to do."

Harry also sighed and stood up. He held the door open for her all the while ignoring the flirtatious looks the giantess was throwing him.

"Oh, and Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Stop calling me 'Mione' or I'll hex your balls off."

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Okay, this chapter is lame, but so what?!?!? I updated!!! Wohooooo!!!!!!! I love you peeps!!!!!! Take care and God bless!

P.S: I promise the next one wouldn't be as lame as this one.^_^ much love!