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Author's notes: Wow thankyou guys so much. I wasn't expecting the response that I have gotten. I wasn't aware there are so many Hr/H shippers out there.

To I will definitely be adding drama and love so stay tuned

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CHAPTER 2: Coming Home.

Harry raised his head taking in the vastness of the familiar steps in front of him. He remembered his first day like it was yesterday and today he feels like he did 11 years ago. "You can do this, Harry" he whispered to himself. With one quick intake of air he positioned his foot on the first step and steadied himself.

McGonagall met him in the hallway and he could see a slight smirk form upon her lips. "Welcome back, Harry." Harry could no longer hold in his excitement…was excitement the right word? Or was it fear? He couldn't tell but he knew that this is place he wanted to be.

"Thankyou Professor" he replied with his boyish charm that he used to show around his professors.

"Please, Harry, call me Minerva when we are not around the students. You are a professor now too." Harry gave a quick nod and made a mental note to remember to call her by her first name. "Follow me and I will show you to your living quarters." Harry followed McGonagall, feeling slightly sheepish as he had to run beside her to keep up with her pace. They stopped at a frame with a 15th century young woman sitting in a beautiful green garden. McGonagall sternly spoke "lemon toffee" and the woman slightly nodded while the frame flung open. McGonagall gestured for Harry to walk inside the dorm.

"I trust that you will make yourself at home, Potter?" although it was more of a statement than a question. "I will be back to check on you in 30 minutes for dinner." She turned on her heel and was about to shut the door when Harry blurted out the question he has been dying to ask since the moment he arrived.

"Where is Hermione?" Before McGonagall had the chance to answer he continued "Does she know I'm here?"

"Hermione is taking a class at the moment, third years I believe. As for her knowing you're here, she isn't even aware that you were coming."

Harry was baffled, how did she not know he was coming? Why didn't McGonagall tell her? "Professor…" Harry called out but she had already left the room. "Bloody Hell McGonagall, you are as secretive as Dumbledore was." He shook his head and began to unpack his belongings. His hands grazed over his photo frame containing a photo of him, Ron, and Hermione in sixth year just before a Quidditch match. Ron had his ridiculous helmet on and Hermione was dressed head to toe in their house colours. They were all so happy, so unaware of the events that were about to unfold in the next few months. He placed it carefully on the table next to his bed before he reached into his bag to pull out the photo of his parents. Harry began to wish that his parents could've met Ron and Hermione, they would've loved them.

Harry heard a light tap at his door, he looked up to see McGonagall standing there. Had it been 30 minutes already? She spoke softly "time for dinner, Harry." Harry rose from his bed and followed her out of the dormitory. He trailed behind her down the hallways; he had forgotten how big the castle was. He ran into Nearly Headless Nick who simply stated "Welcome back Harry" before he flew down the corridor. Just like old times, he laughed to himself.

They entered the Great Hall and it looked exactly the same as it used to. McGonagall took her seat in the headmaster's chair and gestured for Harry to take the seat next to her. It was every weird for Harry to be seated facing the opposite way than what he was used to. He was so used to looking up at his teachers and now he is looking over the students. The students began to file into the Hall and soon the Hall was full. There were whispers everywhere and Harry knew they were about him. Most of the students recognized him straight away while others took a few takes to realise who was sitting in front of them.

Harry was scanning the tables when he saw a small figure wearing teaching robes walk into the Hall. Her curly brown hair framed her face and fell just below her shoulders. It took Harry a moment to register who it was…Hermione. She looked the same; just her hair was just a few inches longer. Hermione only made it half way down the aisle when she froze. Harry could see her eyes widen as she realised that her best friend sat at the table. Harry gave her small smile but she didn't return the gesture, instead she took in a sharp breath and turned on her heels. Harry quickly rose from his chair but he was too late, she was already running out of the door.