Prologue
He sat there alone in the darkness of his room, thinking about Hogwarts. It had been a long summer for him. All he and his family did was go to London for a short trip to the Ministry of Magic. He thought is was just boring and there was nothing to do really. Unless you call boring magazines, and the Daily Prophet fun. He lay there, thinking about his friends Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He mainly thought about Hermione though. He liked her a lot, yet he couldn't tell her, so he pretended not to like her so much. He sat up, walked across the room, and turned the light on. It was one in the morning, he couldn't sleep, so he walked over to his desk, took out a quill, a piece of parchment, and began writing to Hermione.
He wrote how his summer had been going, and that he couldn't wait to see her when he met up with her at the Burrow, Ron's home. But as he sat there looking at it, he shook his head, tore the parchment, and threw it away. He was lonely. His parents weren't there, they were away in London doing their business with the Ministry. He looked around, then picked up another piece of parchment and wrote on it. It was a letter to Ron, it consisted of only eight words, followed by his signature:
Ron, can you come here and get me?
Alex
With that, he tied it to his owl's leg, and let the owl out the window. He walked over to the light, turned it off, and went to bed. This time, he fell asleep.