The next morning Harry was wakened by something flying over his head, screeching and his butler Niles yelling.

Niles wasn't a wizard, he was a muggle, but he was good at his job. Like an English butler ever he never asked too many questions, or at first, he didn't. Now everyone living under the same roof with Harry Potter were his employees but also his friends. Harry just was not good at having people work for him and keeping the relationship formal in the process, he became friends with them.

At this particular moment, somebody or something was sitting on his head and Niles simply stated: "I could not stop her, Sir. She just FLEW in." Harry moved a little and Hedwig flew off, making unsatisfied noises.

"Hedwig! Come on! Don't be mad at me!" The snowy white owl took its place on Harry's shoulder while he untied the letter.

Harry

Was the little "incident" at the last quiddich match his handiwork? You better not even dream about taking this crazy person on alone! I'll see you in two days!

Ron

Incident? Nice way of putting it. Loonatic? Two days! Two days? Two days! He thought Ron would come, if ever, in a week or so. Now he'd have to write to Hermione fast enough. Ron might be good at doing whatever he is doing but he couldn't manage it alone. He needed help and Harry knew he'd never admit it but the Dream Team just wasn't the same without the puffy-haired know-it-all.

Harry jumped out of bed, raced to his writing desk and reached for a peace of parchment, quill and ink.

The last time he had seen Hermione was on the Platform 9 ¾. They had hugged said 'goodbye' and promised to write as soon as either of them had any news. For Hermione that was, if she finally got the job she wanted. She had dropped Harry a few letters about not being able to decide weather or not to take the Ministers offer and work for him, but after the announcement that she and Krum were getting married, was made, the letters stopped. Soon after Victor retired from Quiddich for good and considering the fact that he was no longer an interesting character to the press, he was not heard of ever since.

In her last letter Hermione had made little sense altogether and Harry thought that the letter had been written before an intense job interview, so he waited for the next one to come along but it never did. The note said something about psychology and that she likes it and maybe she'll take extra time to take a Wizards and Witches Psychology course so she could have a job in The Ministry as the Minister of Psychology. Harry had never heard of anything like that, even the Muggles didn't have anybody like that in their Government. He had thought later, that maybe he should have replied, but he hadn't had the slightest idea of what to write. What the hell were you talking about in your last note? Not too nice of a thing to ask in a letter, now was it?

If Hermione really had something to do with psychology she could be even of more help to him and Ron. Harry smiled, thinking what would happen if the two would finally meet with Harry and realise that the both of them were asked to help. They would probably try to hex him. He had to think of something to prevent that, but now his first concern was the letter to Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

I know you are surprised to hear of me after all those years, but I'm in need of your help. I do not know if you've heard what happened at the last Quiddich match, but somebody is out to get me. The person claims that he/she is a big fan of me and at first the mysterious letters that came with the rest of the mail, were friendly. Nevertheless now, it has got serious. I was almost thrown to the ground after I caught the snitch at the last match. Wood by the way thought that it was my best trick yet and that even he believed that I was actually falling. If possible, please come tomorrow.

With best wishes,

Harry

He called out to Hedwig who loyally came, sat on his shoulder and waited patiently until the letter was tied to her foot.

"Take it to Hermione, okay?"

Hedwig hooted softly and flew out of the open window, crossing the meadows with graceful wing strokes. Harry sighed heavily and let his head fall into his hands. He nearly jumped up and cursed Niles as he stepped into the room holding his breakfast-tray.

"Sir! Is everything alright?"

"JESUS, Niles you startled me!"

"Well I could tell by the way you held THAT out to me and let a beam of red out of it towards me!" He said looking suspiciously at his wand.

"Life is better here with the weird people that wave pieces of wood at you, they call wands, than handling the Smiths children."

"The Smiths?" Harry queried studied his butlers face curiously.

"Well yes. The place I worked at before I joined your humble staff, Sir."

Niles looked as if he did not want to talk about the subject much and Harry most definitely wasn't the person to push him. He knew better. All those people that had asked him about his mom and dad and Voldemort. The fact was that whatever he knew and no matter how much it hurt him, he didn't want to be the one to tell the tale.

"Niles!" Harry bellowed as he looked at his breakfast in amazement. The butler's head appeared in the doorway. "Is this all? Is this all of my breakfast?"

"Well why yes Sir."

"Now, let's get this straight. I get Cornflakes and milk for breakfast? What do you want me to do? Fall off my broom in practice? I understand that cooking is not among your duties but you used to make breakfast all the time."

"And lunch and supper and…"

"Right, right. I mean, what is the matter now? Why no more?"

"Well quite frankly doing your laundry, and fixing the place up everyday takes most of my time if you haven't noticed. Which brings me to the fact that the new cook said that he'd be here tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! What are we supposed to eat? Beans?

"I wasn't quite sure Sir, but now that you said it…Beans it is!"

The day passed quite normally for Harry. Breakfast, then practise, home to lunch, reading some fan mail. He could not have handledreading all the fan mail alone so he had help to do that.

Actually, the day had passed normally until reading the mail. There was one invitation to an art gallery opening, then a bunch of letters from "The Potter Fan Club" and two letters: one from Hermione and the other one from a certain fan of his. He opened the letter.

Harry, my friend. You didn't miss me now did you? Good practise today. Especially liked your Wronsky. I must admit you have got to be pretty good at it. Much better than you were at school. Are you scared yet? NO! The great Harry Potter and scared? You had to take on Volty so many times and yet you beat him. Impressive. Mighty impressive.

Have you already thought what would happen if you died at the next match. To who would all this wealth, that you have gained, go? Sirius? Ron? Hermione? The Weaslys? Hogwarts? One of your ex-girlfriends? I hardly think that any of them would accept. Maybe if you split it fare and square between your girls. Yeah, that's what I'd recommend you to do. Now you think I'm after money, but I'm not. I'm after one thing and that is your corpse in a coffin.

See you around, Harry Potter.

Harry touched his forehead that was covered with cold sweat. He could not believe it –The guy had really got under his skin. Guy? It could also be a woman. So now she was no longer threatening, she was following Harry and knew his daily planner. She must have been after him a while.

She? He? No clue, to who or of what genre, that fan of his was, came out of the letters. No typical girlie words. Corpse in a coffin, nice choice, Harry thought. He opened Hermiones letter, not knowing what to expect of it.

Dear Harry,

Have you told anyone else about this? If not, then keep a low profile and I will be there tomorrow 12 AM sharp. Keep your wand tucked under your pillow just in case. You can never tell with those people – they are either pulling your leg or they mean it. Most of them are just fans, angry hat you haven't replied their letters and now are just in the mood of scaring you a bit. I will have to see the letters for myself, otherwise I cannot tell. The last Quiddich match? You know I don't follow Quiddich, besides are you sure, you did not just slide off your broom? If it was planned then your new "friend" has got angry. Just keep your ass inside and you'll be fine.

PS: Hedwig was exhausted so I used my owl instead and taking her with me tomorrow

Love,

Hermione

Just keep your ass inside? Since when does Hermione say ass?

Harry skipped supper (beans, as promised) and left for his bedroom. He did not fall asleep though. Instead he stayed up and thought about the people he could have hurt that bad, that they would want to see his 'corpse in a coffin'.