Granger's house. Hermione inside the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs Granger are at work. She makes herself more comfortable before school begins.

She can't wait to go back to Hogwarts.

Her eyes up on the small tv corner of the kitchen table while cutting bell pepper on top of the chopping board.

Today she cooked her favorite dish, spaghetti and meatballs. She loves the bell pepper on top of it.

As she grows, she becomes more beautiful. She and Krum are still friends and they always exchanged letters. How Krum felt towards her... bla and bla.

Tap! tap! tap! As the chopping continues.

"Oh come on. This is ridiculous, which episodes will you find out that is your dad".

She babbled. Television series she and Mrs Granger like to watch. "He's your dad. I should hex you right away".

"Hermione?" She turned to the window. Mrs Kerbie stood. "I brought your family a pie". Hermione left the chopping board, she washed her hand then ran towards the door. "My dear.. meat pie".

"That wonderful thank you Mrs Kerbie. Mum and dad are still at work. Would you like something to exchange or something you need before you go home".

Mrs Kerbie shook her head no. "I was wondering.. I saw a man, who was wearing black robes, standing right there". She pointed at the street.

"He was staring at this house". Hermione looks up from Mrs Kerbie's face, eyes wandering on the street. "Be careful dear. He was probably a criminal the police had been searching for".

"Thank you for reminding me. And thanks for the meat pie".

Moments later. After Mrs Kerbie left the house, Hermione locked every door, and window. She couldn't use her magic outside the school. So she did it manually. Everything is safe, locked and waiting for her parents to come home.

Spaghetti and Meatballs are done and to be eaten.

Hermione scooping the spaghetti inside her plate, about to eat. Someone rings the doorbell. Grunts. She look up at the time. 12.15pm in afternoon. The doorbell is still ringing, pushing the chair she walks towards the window, taking a peep behind the curtain.

"What?!" She shouted. Mrs Kerbie was right about a man wearing black robes, the stranger standing right in front of her door now.

What is it he wants? She couldn't see his face clearly.

"I'm calling the police if you do not leave this place you evil slugs!"

The stranger knocked at the door. Miss Granger? Her eyes wide, she knew that silky voice, she knew that tone. What merlin is he doing here?

"Professor Snape?" she said behind the curtain. "What are you doing here?" She reached the knob, swung the door open. Stood Severus Snape in front of her. His eyes studied her. "Sir?"

"Good afternoon Miss Granger".

Later that. Hermione laid the plate in front of Snape, probably as hungry as Hermione expected. She poured him spaghetti and meatballs on his plate, gently he reached the fork and ate it with pleasure.

Hermione hears him humming. "You cook this Miss Granger?" ask Snape. She nods. "It's delicious".

"Granger's recipe". She watch Snape eat. "What are you doing here Professor, is my friends okay? Harry, Ron. Are they alright?"

"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter are fine".

"Oh.. so what brought you here?"

"Visiting".

"Do Hogwarts teachers always visit their students during the school holidays?"

Snape sighs softly. That's all Snape could say, finish his food. He made himself comfortable in Granger's house, washed the plate on the sink, he didn't use his magic.. everything he'd done is manual. Hermione's jaw dropped. He turned to her.

"I know something bad happened to Harry. Since You-know-who is returning. I've got a letter from Dumbledore, he made us.. I mean he made me and Ron promise not to write anything to Harry. Harry must be upset as I know, because I ask him to.. write to each other and Dumbledore".

Snape took his previous seat, his eye never left on hers. "So you wrote to Durmstrang boy. Interesting.. not Mr. Potter but the shark boy".

"Are you jealous, Professor?"

"Quite.." Snape pushed Daily Prophet to Hermione where the Skeeter's lady wrote about her. "I kept that in my office".

Hermione scowled. "She's outrageous! Out of her mind! I should have punched her face that time".

"Is that the Weasley owl?"

Snape points at the window. Hermione turns, walks to the window, and reaches the letter. The owl flying off after Snape gave treats.

"How do you know it was a Weasley owl?"

"When I was in Dumbledore's office, the same owl came with the letter to Dumbledore. That is the time he says that owl belongs to the Weasley".

"Oh". Gently Snape hands her the letter as he makes his way to the door. "I have a nice pleasure in here".

"So you want to argue with me again, sir?"

Snape turns to her. "Did I say, how beautiful you are Miss Granger". She shakes her head no. "Then you heard it now. Thank you for the Spaghetti".

He shut the door behind. She can hear him apparition. Hermione read the letter, it must be Ron who sent her letter.

π·π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π»π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘’,

π»π‘œπ‘€'𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦? 𝐼'π‘š 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘π‘™π‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘€π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π»π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦. π·π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘ π‘˜ π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œ, 𝐼 β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘ π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘  π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œ.. π·π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ 𝑒𝑠 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ.

π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’-πΎπ‘›π‘œπ‘€-π‘Šβ„Žπ‘œ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘› π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘ π‘¦π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘ . π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘–π‘›π‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦ π»π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ 𝑒𝑝 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘ , π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘›π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘. 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘€π‘–π‘›π‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π»π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦. π·π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘–π‘›π‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑑 𝑒𝑝.

𝐼 β„Žπ‘œπ‘π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑀𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑀𝑒𝑙𝑙 π‘œπ‘“ π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’ 𝑖𝑓 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π΅π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€. π‘Šπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘€π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑀𝑒'π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘šπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘ƒπ‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’.

𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’.. 𝐺𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑦 π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. π‘†β„Žπ‘’ 𝑏𝑖𝑑 π‘Žπ‘›π‘›π‘œπ‘¦π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘›'𝑑 π‘ β„Žπ‘’?

π‘…π‘œπ‘›.

Hermione folds the letter then sighs. She forgot to eat where she left it. She quickly ate her spaghetti and meatballs, cleaned the kitchen, and rushed upstairs and packed her bag.

Until late evening Mr. and Mrs Granger returned home. Hermione said goodbye and fled to Burrow.

Another day later. Grimmauld Place. Night. Harry enters the musty entry hall. To one side is a staircase leading up to the next level. At the base of the stair is a dirty, graying sheet hanging on the wall, as if it were covering something.

Behind him, the other members of the order are entering. To make room, Harry steps to one side letting them pass. Behind the door at the end of the hall, Harry smiles as he sees Black, beside him is Lupin.

Mrs Weasley made her move by closing the door. The order is still in session. "Harry".

"Mrs Weasley".

Her plump figure hug Harry. "Heavens, you're all right. Bit peaky, but I'm afraid dinner will wait until after the meeting finishes".

Harry tries to talk but.. "Nope. No time to explain. Straight upstairs, first door on the left". Harry looks up the stairs. She watches Harry move. "Yeah".

He bumped into Black's house elf, Kreacher. As he reaches the knob and swung it open, Hermione throws herself on Harry in a large hug.

"Oh, Harry''. She lets Harry go and takes a deep breath. "Are you alright? We overheard them talking about the Dementor attack. You must tell us everything".

"Let the man breathe, Hermione".

She backed away a bit. "And this hearing at the Ministry. It's just outrageous. I've looked it up. They simply can't expel you. It's completely unfair".

"Yeah. There's a lot of that going round at the moment".

Harry looks around the room as he asks. "So, what is this place?"

"It's headquarters. Of the Order of the Phoenix. It's a secret society. Dumbledore formed it back when they fought You-Know-Who".

"Couldn't have put any of this in a letter, I suppose? I've gone all summer without a scrap of news".

Hermione and Ron look at each other. "We wanted to write, mate. Really, we did. Only..."

"Only what?"

Harry jerked. There is an awkward silence. Hermione turns to Ron then back to Harry. "Only Dumbledore made us swear not to tell you anything".

"Dumbledore said that? But why would he keep me in the dark? Maybe I could help. I'm the one who saw Voldemort return... the one who fought him, who saw Cedric Diggory get killed".

Suddenly Fred and George show up inside the bedroom using their magic. Harry jolted, looking up at the twin.

"Harry. Thought we heard your dulcet tones. Don't bottle it up, though, mate. Let it out. If you're all done shouting..."

"Do you wanna hear something a little more interesting?"

Moments later. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George leaned on the rail stairs. They use Extendable Ears invented by Fred and George, trying to listen in on the Order conversations, and trying to figure out what the Death Eaters were doing.

"Fred and George have invented this. They're really useful. Only we've had to stop using them lately because Mum found out and went berserk".

Hermione bit her lips. Harry nods. Below the stairs, the Order went through their conversation.

"If anyone has a right to know, it's Harry. If it wasn't for Harry... we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back".

"He's not a child, Molly. But he's not an adult either".

"He's not James, Sirius".

"Well, he's not your son. He's as good as. Who else has he got?"

Harry looks up as he feels another presence around them. "Hey, Ginny".

"He's got me".

"How touchingly paternal, Black. Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his godfather".

"Now, you stay out of this, Snivellus!"

Hermione and the others look up at each other. "Snape's part of the Order?".

"Git".

"...about your supposed reformation. I know better. So why don't you tell him?"

Suddenly, they all hear Crookshanks purring sound below, near the ears. Hermione looked down. Crookshanks try to catch the ears.

"Get off it".

"Quick".

"Get it up".

"Crookshanks. Stop it".

"Get off, you bloody cat".

"Crookshanks. Leave it alone". Hermione taps on the rail gently, not making any sound.

Fred and George struggled. "Get it up". With struggle, Crookshanks succeeded in its mission, the ears were gone, they couldn't hear anything.

"Hermione, I hate your cat".

"Bad Crookshanks!"