Disclaimer: For all of you guys who have read the 5th book….all of my story is based of the 5th book except the fact that Sirius died…I really enjoy penning that character too much to kill him off for my story…so Sirius never died…they still fought at the Ministry and everything…except Sirius never died….Dumbledore told Harry everything…except Harry didn't have quite the fit…because chants Sirius never died….if you have any questions still about it…I will address it in my story hopefully or leave a comment about it, and I'll address it in an author note. And thanks for stopping in! Hope you enjoy!

Give long speech of legal jargon I don't own Harry Potter or any other Characters I write about so don't sue me or anything it's all thanks to J.K. Rowling this story even exists. Alright now to the story.

Summer Holidays

Harry Potter was lying on his bed and staring out the window out at the beautiful sun, trees, and grass and longed to be outside. He rarely ever came out of his room; though the Dursleys had quite changed their tone from last summer. They still loathed his existence, and he preferred to stay out of the way if he could help it. So he stayed in his room with Hedwig and the occasional Pigwideon as company. On this particular Saturday afternoon he particularly missed his friends and wondered why Professor Dumbledore would not let him stay at the Weasley's over the summer. He had longed to hear from somebody, as Hedwig was not much of a conversationalist. He had just written Ron a couple days ago and still hadn't got a reply and he didn't want to seem desperate or annoying, so he wrote to Hermione this time. This was a desperate measure in itself, he hardly wrote Hermione during the summer, he never knew what to say, he sounded so unintelligent when he wrote to her, and boring. She seemed to always usually have exciting and interesting summers.

Hermione,

How are you? I've been really bored lately. The Dursleys just kind of ignore me except for Dudley who usually wants to beat me up so I spend most of my day upstairs in my room. Don't worry I got Hedwig as company and I get letters from Sirius all the time. My scar hasn't even hurt that badly at all. I supposed Voldemort is laying low for a while. I just reckon I haven't heard from you in a while.

Harry

He carefully rolled up the parchment attaching it to Hedwig's leg and sending her out the window. Then he threw himself back on the bed and continued to stare out the window, dreaming he was someone else, and somewhere else. It was a long couple of days until Hedwig came back with a response, from Hermione, and another small excuse for an owl came barreling in with a response from Ron as well. Harry tore open Hermione's letter excitedly, reading each word carefully and consciously, drinking it in so he would have something sustain him for the next couple lonely days.

Dear Harry,

I'm doing wonderful, thank you for thinking of me. I'm so sorry the Dursleys ignore you, but I'm glad to hear you have been writing to Sirius, how is he? Has your scar been hurting at all, I know you said that it didn't hurt that bad but Harry please be careful, even a little pain probably means Voldemort is thinking of you. Well I just recently picked up our schoolbooks from Diagon Alley: they are absolutely fascinating. I can't believe we will be taking N.E.W.T. classes this year! I better do some extra studying, you and Ron as well. Please write back about your scar. Though I do imagine I might be seeing you soon.

Love,

Hermione

Harry laughed at Hermione's letter. He knew perfectly well that she knew that he and Ron wouldn't study for anything until the last second. He shuddered at the thought of late nights of potions cramming. At least he'd be at school though. He now turned to Pigwideon who was happily zooming around the room like a wild owl. Harry had to chase him around the room and catch him to get hold of Ron's letter. Hedwig was staring at Pigwideon with ultimate dislike. He started reading Ron's letter, too excited by now, to try reading it slowly.

Harry,

How are you? Probably not so good with the muggles, but good news, Dumbledore said that you can come stay with us the rest of the summer. We'll come pick you up by an umm…. a muggle…faxi…. or taxi, I'm not sure but It's a normal muggle way of traveling so we don't scare your muggles this time. We'll be here to pick you up at 2:30 on Wednesday afternoon, then we are going to pick up Hermione. I reckon I'll see you then.

Ron

P.S. We are feeding Pigwideon some new food that makes him more Hyper then Normal (Who Knew it was possible?). So feel free to throw him out the window, I know I would.

Harry looked at the owl that was now pecking on Harry's door. Harry looked at the letter again and took Ron's advice and threw him out the window. He laughed as the poor bird fell and almost hit the ground but managed to pull himself up and flew away. Harry couldn't wait to see his friends again, and at once started packing excitedly. Though he was excited to see his friends he was more excited to see Sirius, he knew how much his godfather hated being alone in the forsaken house of Black. He was in such a good mood that afternoon that he ventured a stroll out of the house, to torment Dudley's gang a bit, nothing could break his mood right now. He was walking on air.

Hermione woke up suddenly from sleep and looked at her alarm clock it was eight in the morning she loved being able to get up later than her usual five in the morning at school. Though everyone thought she enjoyed getting up at the crack of dawn to study, she was by no means a morning person. She stared out her window and jumped surprised to see a little brown fluff ball staring back at her then she realized it was Pigwideon, blinking back at her. She smiled as she opened the letter, pretty much knowing what it was about. She had figured this letter would be coming for a while now.

Dear Hermione,

Since there is only two weeks until school begins, Mum said I could invite you and Harry to our home. We'll be picking you and Harry up around 3:00 on Wednesday afternoon. Send an answer if you can come or not.

Ron

Hermione was delighted; things around a muggle house could be so boring sometimes. Even though they were going to the Order Headquarters and not really Ron's home, she was thrilled to get to see some magic, not to mention the excitement that ran buzzing in the headquarters. They still had to be careful when writing letters even though Voldemort seemed to have subsided for a while. She ran upstairs to ask her parents if she could go. They hesitated but gave in to her persistence, her promises to be safe. She ran to her room and quickly packed all her things, even if it was two days before Wednesday. On Wednesday afternoon, Hermione was sitting on the front steps of her house waiting impatiently. A taxicab pulled up in front of her house, with Harry, Ron, and Mr. Weasley piling out of it. Harry ran up to Hermione and she hugged him in greeting.

"Harry, Ron, it's wonderful to see you both," she said beaming at the both of them. "Why aren't you at work Mr. Weasley?" she asked Ron's dad politely.

"I have the day off today, and besides, how could I give up a change to ride in actual Muggle transportation. It's fascinating…completely amazing they are…" he responded carrying her bags back to the taxi.

"Bye Mom, Bye Dad" she called back at the front door, "I'll send you owls!" she yelled as all of them piled into the car, and drove off. After a very talkative and exciting car ride over then arrived at Grimmauld place, with the aid of Dumbledore's special note. Mrs. Weasley rushed to greet them at the door.

"Harry, Hermione, dears, how has your holiday been?" she asked them hugging them both.

"Wonderful, thank you," said Hermione brightly as Harry mumbled something about having a good summer.

"That is lovely, you know where your rooms are, why don't you take your stuff up and then come down and have some cookies and lemonade with us, I'm sure you are exhausted."

"Shall we go up to the room Harry," asked Ron.

"Sure," said Harry, so happy to know he was minutes away from seeing his godfather again…or at least he thought.

Ron enjoyed having his friends over it was so boring during the summer especially when you have to deal with your little sister and five older brothers.

To have Ginny giggling over his shoulder over every letter he got from Hermione. And Fred and George constantly trying new gags on him, luckily for him he never really saw Bill or Charlie because of Order business. It was only four brothers for the first weeks of summer, and then Percy came back to them after begging for forgiveness in a well-written apology written to his mother. Of course Mrs. Weasley was more then happy to have him back and then ended in tears of joy and mushy sentiments. Ron wasn't all that thrilled to have Percy back in the house, but his mother was a lot happier now a days. Ron sometimes despised having such a huge family; he thought Hermione was really lucky really. But now his friends were there and he didn't have to endure his family alone. The real holiday had finally started.