Disclaimer: I forgot before, I do not own any HP characters unless I decide to create one and then he will be mine. But if the others were mine, I'd be rich and wealthy and rude and talented . . . but that's beside the point. Please read and review.

The feeling of flying on his broomstick was exhilarating for Harry. He hadn't ridden in weeks but it felt like years. The night air relaxing but the chill in it was keeping him awake. It was a long ride to his destination, so he needed to stay awake. For his own safety.

To his luck it was a cloudy night so he didn't have to worry about being spotted by muggles. As he flew, he checked to make sure he was still going the right way and hadn't gone off his course. After what seemed like hours he checked and realized he was within walking distance of his destination. He looked for an alleyway, landed there and unmounted his broom.

He shivered as the wind blew, the dementors made it dreadfully chilly even in the summer. Harry quickened his pace, bringing to almost a jog.

"Lumos." He mumbled. It got darker as a cloud blocked the little moonlight he was getting. It seemed like it took forever to reach her house. But finally he made it there. It was a large house, anything was better than the Dursley's. He knew for sure it was the house he was looking for. He made his was to the back of the house and began looking for a few small pebbles. When he found some to his liking, he began throwing some at the middle window in the back. After a few seconds he saw some brown bushy hair appear and then disappear in the window. He sat down in the grass, grateful to relax for a few minutes. Just as he began really enjoying the area the back door was opened and he was greeted by a familiar face and a reprimanding voice.

"What are you doing here so early? You said you were leaving your aunt and uncle's at midnight, it's barely twelve-thirty and it takes about and hour to get here. Harry, come on in." Hermione Granger finally said.

"Hello to you to Hermione. My trip was fine." Harry said with a smile. He and Ron were used to her yelling, she had become something like a mother to him and another one to Ron. Not that he needed another one. Mrs. Weasley was enough mother for anyone.

"You've got to be quiet, my parents are sleeping." She whispered.

Harry still hadn't gotten his smile off of his face. He was so happy to see her. He was always happy to see his friend. They were about the only thing that made his smile now.

He crept up the stairs behind Hermione into her bedroom where she had an overly large and deformed knapsack stuff with who knows what. Crookshanks purred and rubbed himself against Harry's legs.

"Hey Crookshanks, it's good to see you too." Harry said as he reached down and rubbed the ginger cat.

"If you would have come when you said you were, I would have been able to finish." Hermione remarked.

"Finish? You're not done?" Harry replied.

"No! I still have to pack my other things. I mean who knows how long we will be gone! I mean, Harry, you can't think this will be a quick thing. This is Voldemort we are talking about, and R.A.B. whoever that may be." She exclaimed.

"I have an idea who R.A.B. is. I think it is a Black. Sirius' brother."

"Well you can't expect it to be easy, Harry. We might be gone for a while." She said with a sigh.

"I know Hermione. But please pack so we can sleep a little tonight at Ron's house. It is," He glanced at his watch, "1:15. Please Hermione." Harry begged.

She sighed, "Alright Harry. I will hurry." She said.

She went into the bathroom and I heard her looking for things thewn she put a handful of stuff into her bag and then grabbed a quill, some ink and a piece of paper, then she began to write. Harry did not question her because if she wanted him to know she would have told him. He laid his back against the wall and closed his eyes and envision this journey. He would have preferred to do this alone but the demanded to be taken along and the threatened that if he didn't they would go looking for him and probably get killed in the process without his help. Yes, it was a little drastic, but they were his friends.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered.

"Yeah." Harry replied.

"I think I'm ready." She said with the fear obvious in her voice.

When he looked up her eyes where red as well as her eyes. She must had been crying as she wrote whatever she wrote. Probably a letter to her parents, Harry thought.

"Well grab your bag and Apparate us into the back yard." Harry stated.

"Wait. Apparate us into the back yard." She asked.

"Well, no I have a better idea," She exhaled, "Apparate us into Ron's bedroom."

"What? Harry, I can barely Apparate myself anywhere! What makes you think I can Apparate you too? I have never done this before." She cried.

"It can't be too hard if D- . . . "He stopped. He almost said his name it was hard enough to think about Sirius but to say his headmasters name was too much.

"All you have to do Hermione is hold onto me and don't let go and them focus. You have to unless you want to ride on the back of my Firebolt and you say I fly to fast . . ." Harry said.

"Alright I will try to. If we get splinched its your fault. I never did this before."

"Okay, I doubt you will though." Harry said confidently.

"Oh yeah and Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Happy Birthday." She said as she kissed Harry's cheek and grabbed onto his arm tightly and before he could smile or say thanks, he was feeling that very uncomfortable feeling and the next thing he knows, he was standing in the middle of Ron's dark room with Hermione holding onto his arm for dear life.

"Wuzzgoingon?" Mumbled a sleepy Ron.

And that goofy smile was once again on Harry's face. He was with his friends once again.