DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry potter, just characters I may make up. No harm intended to J.K. Rowling or Warner Brothers.
Post-Order of the Phoenix. Harry/Hermione (More if I get good suggestions.)

Prologue Once upon a time there was the boy who lived; he was only a baby when the evil wizard known as Lord Voldemort tried to kill him. Harry potter the boy in question for some still unknown reason was able to resist the killing unforgivable curse Avada Kedavra and only came away with a scar on his forehead that would forever be his bane and his salvation.

Chapter 1-
Friendship and Maybe More

16 years later Harry Potter, "The Boy Who Lived," was lying outside his aunt's house in the back garden on a hammock that was tied between two very old oak trees. Harry was lazing there with the afternoon sunlight casting a warm feeling over him, when he heard a screech from an owl. Harry looked up and saw his owl Hedwig flying over the roof tops of the houses next to Number 4 Privet Drive. Harry got up and put out his arm. Hedwig glided effortlessly onto his left arm and Harry took the envelope that she had in her claw and stared at it for a moment, looking at the handwriting that was on it where written in metallic blue, looping handwriting was the following:

Mr. Harry J. Potter The hammock in the garden No 4 privet drive Little winging Surry

From Cornelius Fudge Minister for magic London England

Harry looked at the letter apprehensively as the last time Harry had got a letter from the ministry of magic Harry had nearly been expelled from Hogwarts School of witchcraft & wizardry, for doing the patronus charm last summer to defend himself and his cousin Dudley from there attack. Harry opened the seal on the envelope and read the letter:-

Dear Mr. Potter,

I have good & bad news for you, you may be wondering why the minister for magic himself is writing to you? Well, it's because of the nature of what I have to give you & inform you of as well (Harry at this got a little bit scared) as you are well aware thirteen years ago when he who must not be named was defeated by you the now deceased wizard Sirius black was found guilty of killing over 100 muggles and 6 witches and for this he was sent to Azkaban on the evidence that peter Pettigrew was obliterated all apart from a finger.

Well I am pleased to inform you that evidence had come to light thank you to the auror, Alastor "Mad Eye" Moody, we have been informed that Peter Pettigrew is not only not dead, but very much a death eater, and as a result your former godfather had been posthumously acquitted of all charges, and compensation has been awarded to his heir.

That brings me to my second bit of information, under the decree for underage wizardry until yesterday there was no way that an under age wizard could claim an inheritance of any kind how ever yesterday the wizengamot and myself passed a law that states if wizards bequeath there estate to a minor/under age wizard, then as long as they are of school age 11 and above and have no direct wizards as guardians, then they can claim the estates and also become legal adults according to our laws.

It gives me great pleasure in asking you, Mr. Potter, to attend your godfather, Sirius Black's, will reading one hour from now at the Leaky Cauldron in London, where I have asked Tom the innkeeper to prepare a room for us.

You may bring one other with you as a companion, as long as YOU TRUST THEM! As secretive information will be discussed, I await your arrival.
Yours sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge Minister of Magic

Harry looked back down the letter in shock, re-reading it one more to make sure he had read it right, which of course he had. He ran from where he was and went straight to the fireplace and rummaged around in his pocket. He found his "ESCAPE" floo powder and threw it in the fire. It puffed green for a second, and Harry stepped into the fire shouting "The Granger Household!" Harry felt like he was going to be sick, until suddenly he flew out of the fire at the Granger house and straight into the Hermione, his best friend's, lap. At this, Harry got to his knees and, while blushing a deep shade of magenta, apologized.

Harry also noticed that Hermione had gone a light shade of pink and was staring at him in a strange way that Harry had never seen her do before. Suddenly he snapped out of his daze and grabbed Hermione's hand and said, "We have to go to the Leaky Cauldron NOW!" And without asking her whether she wanted to go or not, grabbed floo powder from Hermione's fireplace shelf and threw it in saying, "The Leaky Cauldron!"

I know it's a cliff hanger but it's my first fiction.
Please R&R no flames please )
Gregbear