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Written by: RR, TP, and CN(no real names)

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CHAPTER 4

Harry walked down to the living room and sat with his back to the fireplace. It was a real one now. Uncle Vernon had tried to fix the electric one in fact he was doing so now.

He sat and thought about the letter from Hermione. It had been two weeks, and he didn't get any reply to the letter he had sent her, asking what was going on. It looked as if the summer may be like last year.

Whump!

He looked out the window, outside to Uncle Vernon and the fragmented electric fire. Then he felt warm. He looked behind him, and saw the fire place blazing. He looked around, but couldn't see anyone who would have done that.

"Harry!" A voice whispered.

He pulled his wand out of his pocket, and spun towards the fire before reluctantly sticking his wand back into his pocket. If it was someone who would attack him they wouldn't have said his name, and he wasn't allowed to do magic if it wasn't.

He saw Hermione's head.

"What? Hermione?"

"Shh, we don't want the Dursley's to notice me."

He lowered his voice , "Why are you here?" He asked.

"My parents have to go to my cousins house in Florida. He has cancer, and may die soon." She whispered. "They wanted me to stay at the home, but I bought some floo powder and came here instead."

"Oh," he said quietly, "the Dursley's wouldn't agree."

"They don't have to know."

"When are you coming?"

Her head disappeared, then her whole body reappeared, holding a bag. She delicately stepped out of the fireplace.

"Now." She dusted off a speck of ash, then smiled at him.

"Uh, okay?"

"What?"

"I only have one bed."

"Oh," she blushed. "I didn't think of that."

"I can sleep on the floor," Harry suggested.

Hermione only nodded, her face flushed to more of an extreme than Harry had ever seen on her. She usually didn't get flustered.

"BOY! DINNER!"

Hermione's eyes widened, and she bolted up the stairs, right before Uncle Vernon walked into the room.

"Who were you talking to...why is the fire started?" He paused. "And what the Bloody Hell is THAT!?"

Harry looked to what he was pointing at. Hermione's wand. He reached down and picked it up, accidentally grasping it by the tip. It sparked spectacularly, and then a cluster of daisy's popped out.

Uncle Vernon immediately backed up, pressing his bulk to the wall. "Get that thing away from me, boy!" He roared, then looked towards the kitchen. "Petunia, HE cursed ME!"

Aunt Petunia stuck her head into the room, giving him a severe look.

"That's not yours," Dudley commented, looking in as well. "Yours is darker. And longer."

"Umm... I got a new one?"

"I saw it yesterday," he said smugly. "You really shouldn't leave your door open. I could've found a way to steal all your books.

"Who's been here?" Aunt Petunia demanded.

"I don't know what you mean."

She flung the door to the cupboard under the stairs open, the continued the procedure upstairs. "I smell perfume. And It's not my own, and unless you, boy, have started wearing it, someone else is here."

She opened Harry's room cautiously. She saw nothing, and flung the door open with a sweep of her arm.

Thwack!

Hermione's head appeared on the floor, her brown eyes squinting up at them.

Dudley gasped. "It's a head! He's killed someone."

Hermione sighed and threw off the invisibility cloak. "Sorry about that, I didn't know you were going to open the door that quickly."

Vernon stepped iup the stairs.

"It's your girlfriend," Dudley said snidely. "Is she here to sleep with you?"

Harry pointed Hermione's wand at him, more out of embarrassment than out of a real wish to curse him

He whimpered and clamped his hands over his large posterior

"Hermione is staying here."

"Of course," Vernon mumbled, "Dinner, Now." He gave Hermione a glare. "We'll discuss you leaving after that."