Title: As The Time Turns

Author: Kurizu

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Harry Potter. Anything else? No? Good.

A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! And for adding to your favorites and alerts! It inspired me to write another chapter! Anyways, on to the story!

Chapter Three

Leaving

Harry had barely slept at all the past night. He was busy thinking about Hermione's house. What would it be like? What would her parents think of him? Who was the boy she liked? Also, he was thinking about Aunt Petunia. She had said she was a witch. That couldn't be possible. But then, how would she known about Dumbledore? He hadn't told her.

He was thinking about where she had said she had gone to school too. Hanshew School of Witchcraft And Wizardry... Why would she have gone to a school all the way in Alaska? If not Hogwarts, she could have easily gone to Durmstrang or Beauxbatons.

But he did fall asleep eventually. When he woke up the next morning, he was excited and anxious. Would Petunia let him go? She sure had been sort of... nicer lately. Aw, hell. Let's go see. He headed downstairs and found Aunt Petunia sitting on the couch reading a novel.

"Aunt Petunia? My letter was from my friend Hermione. She wanted to know if I could come over to her house for the rest of summer. Er... do you think that would be alright?" he asked tentatively, hoping she would say yes.

She eyed him for a moment, then glanced into the other room as though wondering what Uncle Vernon would say. "Well, yes I suppose that would be ok. How will they be arriving?" she said.

Harry let out a long breath. "Thank you Aunt Petunia. Don't worry, her parents are Mug- normal." he had almost said "Muggles" a word for non-wizarding people.

"It's ok to talk normal when nobody else is around Harry. When will they be here?"

"Um... on Sunday." Harry said.

Petunia nodded and went back to her book. Harry took that as a sign he could leave. As he went back to his room, he was stopped by Dudley. "What were you talking to my mum for?" Dudley asked viciously.

"I am going to my friends house for the rest of the summer, so you shouldn't worry about me bothering you." Harry repied cooly.

Dudley looked at him strangely, then went to find his mom. Harry continued up back to his room and wrote a letter to Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

Yeah, I can come! Thank you so much! So, who's this boy? Is he in Gryffindor? Heh... If you need help getting a date with him I can help! Anyways, you're still getting me on Sunday right? See you then!

Love, Harry

Harry was so happy. He was leaving the Dursleys and going to Hermione's house! He hadn't been this excited sice... who knows when? His life hadn't had much to be excited for lately. Maybe Hermione could help him find out about that Hanshew school. There was just something about how Aunt Petunia went all the way to America...

On, Sunday morning, Harry woke up at 7 o clock. He gor out a clean pair of clothes, brushed his teeth, and tryed to flatten his hair. Like usual, he wasn't succesful. He went back to his room and changed. Went he was done, he went downstairs to go wait. This is going to be a long seven hours...

After two hours, Uncle Vernon got tired of Harry sitting on the couch not doing anything, sh he yelled at Harry and he went outside. Not having anything to do, Harry decided to go to the park he used to amuse himself at. When he got there, only one of the swings were left, from Dudley's gang's vandalism, so he went and sat on it. As he sat there, rocking back and forth, he noticed someone watching him, from across the street. He couldn't see them clearly, but the person walked closer, and Harry recognized eho he was. It was the strange boy from the mall!

The boy reached the park and stepped near Harry. Harry sat on the swing, wondering what the boy was doing. Then, the boy spoke. "So... you're Harry Potter. I've heard a lot about you."

Harry was not surprised at this, as he was "The Boy Who Lived". Quite a while ago, he had gotten used to people staring at him like he was a king or something. But there was something different about this boy. He wasn't staring at Harry. Actually, it looked a lot like he was staring into space.

"Yeah, that's me. Who are you?" he asked, hoping to learn the boys name. The boy finally looked at him, and Harry saw the bright green eyes that looked so much like his.

'Do you actually need to know that right now? That could be one of the most insignificant things right now..." the boy answered.

Harry stared blankly at him. "Well, is there a first name I can call you by then?" he tried again.

The boy spoke so quietly that Harry wasn't sure he had caught it. "Chris. You can call me Chris."

"Chris. Well, nice to meet you Chris." Harry said, holding out his hand. The boy looked at it, then slowly reached out and shook it. Then the boy nodded his head and turned to leave. Harry sat there for a while, wondering about the boy. He had never seen him before, but he looked vaguely familiar... Then he heard aloud shreek, and before he knew it, all the breath was knocked out of him.

It was Hermione, hugging him so tightly that it was hard to breath. "Her-Hermione! I can't breath!" he gasped.

She let go of him, grinning. "So, Harry! How have you been?" she asked him.

"Well, I've been about as good as I could of been, being stuck here and all." he replied.

'Let's go get your stuff." she said, and they started off towards the Dursleys home. "Mom and dad are already there. I actually thing your Uncle is being civil to them, what with them being Muggles and all." she told him.

They got to his house, and they both went up to his room, seeing that Uncle Vernon was busy boasting about his job to the Grangers. "Well, they seem to be getting along quite well, actually." Hermione said. Harry nodded and pushed open his door.

"So this is your room. it's kinda messy." Hermione said. She smiled at him, and he started putting stuff away. In a couple of minutes, he was finished.

'Well, I'm done. Shall we go now?" he annonced to Hermione.

"Sure." she replies, and they headed downstairs. "Mom, Dad, Harry's done. Shall we go?"

The Grangers went over to Harry and shook his hand. "So, nice to meet you Harry. Hermione's told us all about you."

Harry smiled and looked over at his friend, to see she was smiling too.

He was leaving this place for good.

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