Disclaimer: Nothing's changed. I still don't own Harry Potter.

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Chapter 2: Memories of a first year nothing.

IT SNOWED! The ground is covered with at least two feet of pure white snow. I love it when it's like this.

Hagrid is standing in the snow, with a bunch of raw, bleeding meat. I wonder why. Oh! The thestrals need feeding. Ghastly creatures, really. But kind of beautiful in their own bizarre, twisted way. I miss not being able to see them. Wow, I sound really cheesy.

Look, it's Hedwig! Harry is writing! I wonder why, he never has before. I better find out. I take the letter from the bird. As soon as my finger tips brush the paper, I feel the odd sensation that you get when you touch a portkey.

What if Harry's owl was intercepted and someone turned it into a portkey? I don't know where I'm going! My feet hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Shhhh!" I whisper to them. I don't want to make too much noise. All of a sudden, a pair of hands covers my eyes. I'm about to scream when I hear "Guess who!" from a very enthusiastic, familiar voice.

I whirl around, my hair getting in my eyes. "Harry!" I practically scream in excitement. He smiles that Potter smile, grabs my hand and says "Come one, I have something to show you!"

I nod, and run as he pulls me along.

"You're gonna love it! Come on!" He keeps saying. He's so happy, like a little child.

I don't know where we are, but it's cold here. I'm glad I was wearing my sweatshirt.

It's beautiful, wherever we are. It's dark, cold and wet, but beautiful. It's pitch black, except for the ceiling. It has stars all over the top, twinkling happily. I can hear water dripping softly, echoing across the entire cave.

Other than that, it's silent. It's so pretty. Oh! They weren't stars. They're snowflakes! Now they're softly falling, hitting my face lightly. I stick my tongue out, and let the little frozen droplets of water melt onto my tongue.

The snow is glowing slightly, and has dimly lit the whole cave. And right there, in front of me is a sleigh.

"Merry Christmas, Hermione." Harry grinned, his messy hair flopping into his eyes.

A smile took over my face. "Merry Christmas to you, Harry."

He smiled again. "Well, let's go! It's lovely weather-"

"-For a sleigh ride together with you." I finish. It's nice to have a friend who grew up in a muggle home. Heck, it's nice to have a friend at all.

We climb into the sleigh. I conjure up a blanket, and the sleigh started moving.

Harry and I sat there, covered by the blanket, laughing about a bunch of random stupid things. It kind of reminds me of when life was good. Harry, Ron and I were always doing fun things like this. But I have a feeling that life will never be that good again.

The sleigh ride ends, and we get off. "See you Hermione." He says sadly, his head bowed.

"Not quite yet. I have a present for you too." I pull out a tiny present.

"Engorgio." The package swells.

He unwrapped it to see a pensive. A beautiful, marble pensive. It cost me a lot of money.

"There's a special memory that is in there for you. I thought it might help you through some rough times." I said, hoping that he'd like it.

He prodded the silvery substance. Two figures rise from the liquid. One of me, one of him. We were very young, in our first year.

"Hi, I'm Harry." He said at the same time as I said "Hi, I'm Hermione."

In unison, we both said "Want to be friends?" Our pensive selves were blushing and laughing.

Then, came our voices saying "Really? I've never had a friend before!"

Real Harry was grinning. "I'll be your friend. I like you." Came two small voices from the pensive.

Real Harry had grabbed my hand. "I remember this part." He said, grinning like a mad man.

Then, four voices (real us and pensive us) spoke at the same time.

"Then we'll be friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Just friends. Forever." The people in the pensive faded away. Yes, not something that happened to the average eleven year old boy and girl. Then again, whoever said that Harry and I were average?

I stood "Bye Harry. Merry Christmas."

He just looked at me, and didn't say a word as I grabbed the portkey to get home.

I fell into the head common room, right on the couch. I lean back, and think about what just happened. I hear footsteps and look up. There's Malfoy, staring at me from the door way.

He must've just gotten out of the shower. His white-blonde hair is dripping water into his face. He looks really good… Ah! What am I saying?

But, really, he's a lot nicer than usual. Today he helped me tack something to the wall. And, I don't feel a burning hate for him anymore. His eyes have gotten a lot softer. Now that they aren't blocked by hate, you can really appreciate the piercing silver stare that he gives.

Maybe I'll try talking to him…
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Hi! Ok, first of all, THIS IS NOT HARRY/ HERMIONE! They love each other, but in a brother and sister kind of way. And, that little trip down memory lane IS relevant to the plot, which you'll find out later. Oh yeah, and I know that's not ACTUALLY how Harry and Hermione met, but let's just pretend! REVIEW!