Chapter 1

Harry, a young lad of about 5 foot 9 inches, was nothing special to look at, unless you considered the oddly shaped scar on his forehead. At first look of about 50 feet away, you would think it was a bite mark or something of the like. But up-close you could tell that this was not the case. The scar was lightning in shape, and was the reason he was no normal boy.

You see, Harry Potter is a wizard like you or me, but with one very special twist. He is the reason that we all sleep soundly at night. Or did, until 2 years ago. As everyone now knows, He-who-must-not-be-named is back to power. Well, at least we are prepared this time. But that is a story for another time. Our story is about Harry Potter and his strange discoveries.

After Harry had gotten a chance to wake up, he also started to remember where he was. He was at Hermione's house for the summer! He had asked Dumbledore if He could stay at Ron's, but Dumbledore said that He-who-must-not-be-named would expect that and asked Harry if there was any other friends he could stay at. Of course, Harry had known that there was only one person he trusted as much as Ron, and that, of course, was Hermione. At the time, he hadn't planned on falling in love with Hermione. Then again, she also hadn't planned it.

As Harry went down for breakfast, he bumped into Hermione. Things had been getting very awkward this summer. Hermione had been getting more beautiful, Harry had gone through a growth spurt, and Harry had also gotten new robes to accommodate this spurt of growth. "Hey, er, what's up?" said Hermione, with a touch of embarrassment. "Well, I was gonna go see how you were doing, but I think you are alright" "unless I've hurt you" He added with a little bit of a blush. "Actually, I was just looking for you to tell you that you are in the paper again, and…"Hermione started, but was cut off.

"Mione, Harry, Mike, Breakfast" Called Hermione's mother from the kitchen. Harry realized with a start that he hadn't seen Mike since yesterday. Mike was Hermione's little brother. He was 11 years old and was almost as talented a wizard as Hermione, despite his age. He would also be starting school this year. Harry thought that if he were to have a brother, he would be like Mike. Mike was the only person in the wizarding world who didn't look at Harry as a savior or something. More, Mike saw him like any little boy would see an older brother, or someone else that they looked up to.

And what's more Harry liked to hang out with him. But Mike had been acting strangely since Harry and Hermione had started going out 3 days ago. As the 3 of them headed down to breakfast, Harry spoke to Mike. "Hey Mike, wanna hang out after breakfast?" He said in a whisper, not bothering to hide that he wanted Mike's help. "Sure" Mike said shortly. "Spells or girls?" he asked like one of those 1970's pimps. The look in Harry's eyes said everything. "My room, 12:30" Mike said.

When Harry had first arrived, there had been much debate over where he would sleep. "He might have to take a room with Mike" Hermione's father had said as a precaution in case anyone had any other ideas. "Ok" was the chorus that had responded.

"Well, Harry, I'm kind of messy" Mike had said to this in an off-handed sort of way. When Harry got in the room, though, Harry was Hysterical. "If this is messy, I wanna see clean" Indeed, it was messy, on the ceiling. "Hermione," Mike had screamed, "put my stuff back on the floor." And as suddenly as a waterfall, all the things fell from the ceiling to the floor. "Mo-om" Mike screamed, "mione put my stuff on the ceiling again". "Hermione, put it back" her mother had said calmly.

The atmosphere this morning though was much more suppressed. Today they were heading to diagon alley to get their school supplies, and everyone was on edge.

"We're gonna be late" Mike had said at least ten times that morning. Every time, he heard the same response. "There is no curfew!" Hermione had also said at least ten times that morning. "Now shut up" while she just happened to be looking at Harry, who was looking sick at the moment, because he had just resolved to ask her out at last. "Hermione, would you like to go out with me?" was what Harry had intended to say, but all that came out was "Hermione, wungoouwimee" "sorry, say again, Harry" Hermione said, slightly blushing as if she knew something he didn't, which was quite possible. "Well, what I meant to say was..." at this point he slowed down his speech so he could talk, knowing he could say it this time, since he had said it once already. As soon as he started to say it, Hermione ran up to him and hugged him in a hug that was meant to be embracing, but knocked Harry off his feet. "Harry, of course I will" she said, between breaths as she kissed him all over his face. Harry, who had been holding his breath since the words had passed his lips, breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he took a step back. "What do you think Ron will say?" Hermione looked at him for a second like she had never seen him before, but quickly regained his composure. "Who cares, as long as I have you with me?" Now it was Harry's turn to look at Hermione oddly. "I do care what Ron thinks, because even though I would never say it to him, he is more like family than I have ever had" Hermione took a step back. "I am so sorry, I never knew."

As she stood there, Harry thought for a moment. "I guess the only reason I picked on you in first year was that I always liked you, but never realized that you might like me in return." "Well," Hermione asked, "then why was Ron always picking on me?" "Well," Harry started, "I want you to realize that the only reason that I kept this from you is because Ron asked me to promise not to tell." "Okay then," Hermione said, slightly intrigued. "So, what was the reason?" "Well, Hermione, sit down for this, because I almost fell down." As she did so, Harry took a deep breath to steady him. "Hermione, Ron is gay." Hermione's jaw looked almost as if it would hit the floor.

"Oh My God. I had NO idea. And I even knew that Lupin was a werewolf." She managed to stutter before she got composure over herself. "Hermione, please don't say anything about it to him until him before I have had a chance to tell him that I told him." Harry begged.

"Oh Harry, as long as I know that you are not gay, I will keep my mouth shut unless I am kissing you." Hermione said this last part while she grabbed Harry around the waist to kiss him. For a while, they just stood there, staring into each others eyes, not needing to say anything because they both knew what the other was saying. They also knew that the other persons mind was open to them, and that they could somehow talk to each other through this link in their minds.

Hermione, always having been the one that could figure anything out, was the first to try it. Harry, can you hear me? She thought directly to him. Somehow, yes I can. Harry thought back. But how did this happen? He thought. I think I know what it is. Hermione thought at him. You ever hear about people having links with their soul mate, but only when they both realize that they are perfect for each other?

Honestly, no. Harry replied. But this is really cool. I can hear what you are thinking. Speaking for the first time since the phenomena had happened, Hermione said, "Harry, we need to talk to Dumbledore" "he probably already knows" Harry said. "Ever notice that when something happens, he is either there or sending someone to be there?" "now that you mention it, he was immediately after the stone was destroyed." Hermione said in response to this newest revelation. "and when we went to save Sirius, he already knew tha peter was the culprit". Harry countered.