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Secrets

Hermione took no joy in the fact that she was named head girl. She was preoccupied with the fact that her parents had kept secrets from her for her entire life. Another reason that she took no joy is because the boy we love to hate was named head boy. She sat back on her bed in the room she was sharing with Ginny. Her mind went back to the walk she had taken with the boy's earlier, how her original intent had been to tell them what she thought, she decided at the last minute to wait until she had some proof of whether or not Harry even had a sister. Then she could worry about whether or not she was in fact his sister.

Meanwhile in Ron's room there was suddenly a loud cry coming from the lump that was Harry. Harry sat up breathing heavily, while Ron leapt to his side. Then Hermione burst into the room. The first question on her lips was "What's wrong with Harry? Has he had another dream about You-Know-Who?"

Harry nodded and gulped for air. "He was almost dancing for glee. A new death eater found something called the Slyvern Grimoire. Do you know what that is?"

"Not that particular one, but a grimoire is a book kept by the oldest and most powerful pureblood families. Each grimoire contains certain spells and potions that no one outside the family knows, usually very dark curses."

By the time Hermione finished Harry looked grim and Ron just looked pale. "We have to warn Dumbledore about this", Ron said.

After they sent Hedwig off with a letter to Dumbledore they went back to sleep. Harry feared what he would see when he closed his eyes, but eventually exhaustion took over and he knew no more.

After an idyllic summer it was finally September first. Amid the hustle and bustle so common to Platform Nine and Three quarters they somehow managed to say their goodbyes and boarded the train. The train itself was something of a surprise. Dumbledore had it painted in the colors of all the houses. It gave Hermione a mild headache to look at it for to long.

At eleven sharp, the whistle blew and they were off to another exciting year.