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The sweetness from the rose herself, Sweet Roses! KISSES

(A/N Um also, you may be wondering… what happened to the whole crazy Voldemort thing and him coming after Harry. Well I know it's a big part of the story, but he just doesn't fit in it… and besides, I'll leave the whole "Voldemort vs. Harry" thing to the all wonderful Joanne Rowling! Who knows what going on better then I do! I also don't own anything but the plot for this particular story.)

Chapter Two

Never Enough

There's not much you could do or say to please me

People think I'm a little bit crazy

I get it from all angles

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Supper was a hearty meal that Harry had been looking for to ever since he got the first letter from Ron. Ever since his second year, he knew that Mrs. Weasley was an amazing cook.

After Supper Harry, Hermione and Ron decided to go for a walk and catch up on the things that they have missed.

'Harry, did you happen to start you reading yet?' Hermione asked, looking at Harry and then at Ron with anticipation. Harry gave an inaudible answer and looked down at his feet.

'Come on Hermione, the summer vacation has just started. Have you gone completely mental to think that Harry, or me for that matter you have started reading anything?' Ron said.

'Well, I'd think that Harry would have plenty of time on his hands to do so living with the his Uncle and Aunt.' Hermione stated defensively.

'I just looked over some spells from last year Hermione, that's all.' Harry told her truthfully.

'Oh.' She replied sounding a little disappointed. 'Anyway, we're going to learn a lot of new things this year, but I guess since you two don't do extra reading you will have to wait for school to start.' She said matter-of-factly.

'Or you could just tell us.' Ron said and Harry laughed a long with him.

'Hmm. I believe that will make you suffer by waiting, or perhaps you could READ. You know, those wonderful things that are bound with paper on the inside and contain writing of great and educational information.' Hermione was starting to quicken her pace as her temper started to rise and the boys were starting to lag.

'What exactly d'you think the new dark arts teacher will be this year? Or who he'll be.' Harry asked the two of them.

'I heard Mum and Dad talking early. Apparently the new dark arts teacher isn't a he, but a she.'

'What would a woman know about dark arts?' Hermione shouted angrily, which caused both Harry and Ron to stop and stare at her in disbelief.

'Well, think about it. Every teacher we've had has been a male besides Professor Umbridge, who may I remind you, was a pretentious git and really didn't know anything!'

'May I remind you Hermione about Professor Lockhart and how much of a git he was!' Rod said. Harry didn't really laugh, he remembered seeing him last year in St. Mungo's Hospital.

'Anyway, it doesn't really matter.' Hermione said, brushing off the subject. Ron looked at his feet and continued to lab behind Hermione so that she wasn't able to look him in the face.

'I can't wait until we go back.' Harry finally said at last after a long moment of silence.

They all stopped in a field and lay down in the grass.

'I know where you're coming at' Ron said dreamily. 'You know, I heard Dad talking about a surprise this year… but last time there was a surprise, I had to wear a moldy old dress.'

'Are you still complaining about that Ron,' Hermione scolded, 'that was two years ago, get over it.'

'That's easy for you to say, you got to wear a dress and not be made fun of.'

'First off, of course I wore a dress because I'm a girl and second of all it was a dress robe, not a dress Ron. You. Wore. A dress robe!'

'Guys, you fight like an old married couple.' Harry was lying on his back looking at the gray clouds move towards the burrow. This happened to shut them both up from speaking and both Ron and Hermione's cheeks wore a pinkish hue.

'I think it may rain.' Harry mentioned, still looking at the dark clouds. It was starting to bring him down. It was one of those moments where he felt like everything he once had was gone. Everything he loved and never known. He felt that the sky was a reflection of the abyss in his mind.

Once again he was thinking of Sirius and how he was helpless in saving him. He knew that he could have done more to save him. It was his fault that he was dead. Dead. Gone. Lifeless. And it was his fault. He was to blame. He destroyed the only chance he had of having a half decent life. Again.

Harry felt wet on his face and then snapped back to reality. He realized that it had started to drizzle lightly and that Hermione and Ron had already started to get up off the ground.

'Harry, are you going to come back with us?' Hermione's voice came, followed by Ron's.

'Yea, sometime today.'

'Sorry, I was just thinking. That's all.' Harry said and pulled himself up off the ground too.

By the time they got out of the field and back on the road the rain was pounding down hard and the three of them ran as fast as they could towards the house.

They opened the door and Mrs. Weasley confronted them, shouting at them to stay there and not come in any closer.

'Oh not look, you're going to get the floor all wet. Now don't move any of you.' Mrs. Weasley took out a wand and gave it a flick and their cloths were once again dry. 'Well, don't leave the door open. Come in.' The three took their shoes off and scurried all the way up the long, steep and crooked stair case up to the top floor where Ron's room resided.

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The night came soon, nearly after it had rained. Harry had a hard time sleeping. This was what his summer had been like; all he did was toss and turn. He sat up and looked around the room. He could hear the soft breathing of Hermione and the not so quiet breathing of Ron. He sighed.

'Harry?' came a whisper. He jumped. When he looked behind him Hermione was awake and looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

'Hermione? Would you have time to come with me? I really have to talk to someone about… you know Sirius. Hermione nodded and headed downstairs with him.

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Okay there is the second chapter… It will get better:)

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Sweet Roses