A/N- I'd say I'm sorry for that last chapter, but that would be a lie. This chapter isn't going to make you feel any better either, but I promise Hermione is back on her home turf next chapter. I know this is a slow start, but hang with me! Thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing...lots of love for you! FF is being really dumb and isn't letting me respond to everyone's reviews. If you didn't get a response, I apologize. I'm not ignoring you, I promise! Anyways, on with the show!

Disclaimer: I own Isobel Cockney, William Turner, George and Janine Albright, Terrance Smith, Kammy Ryder, Dillon Smarsh, and Tandy Rogers. Everyone else in this chapter belongs to J.K.R.

Chapter 3

July 20, 1995

Hermione hadn't cried in days. When she had reached Isobel's house the night her parents had died, she had fallen into the bed in the spare room, a room Hermione had stayed in a few times when she was younger and had cried her eyes out for hours. Some people exaggerated and said hours when it was really only an hour or so. This had been no exaggeration.

It had been late afternoon when she had laid down in Isobel's home and it had been well after midnight when she had finally ran dry and quieted. Isobel had checked on her often, had offered her food and drink, but Hermione had remained silent and continued sobbing heartwrenching sobs that would have broken even Voldemort's heart.

When she had finally stopped crying, she had laid awake for hours more, reliving every wonderful memory she had with her parents. There had been no more tears, but there was sadness abound. Completely drained and exhausted, she had dropped off to sleep around dawn.

Hermione hadn't shed a single tear since then.

Isobel had seemed excited and thrilled when she had finally risen the next day and her eyes were dry. Swollen, bloodshot, and red as hell, but dry. She had consented to drinking some orange juice, but had refused food altogether. Her parents would have had her hide if they knew she wasn't taking care of herself, but she really didn't think that she could handle food on her stomach when her anxiety levels were so high.

Isobel had been invaluable when it had come to helping her bury her parents. The details had fallen to Hermione, but since she was still a minor, she had needed someone of legal age to help her with the legal details. As much as she absolutely adored and appreciated Isobel, her heart wanted Sirius and Remus.

Nobody could ever replace her parents, but the two of them would have been a huge comfort to have in the moments where she felt like she was sinking below surface. It was already unbearably hard to go through your parent's last wishes so you could give them the funerals they wanted. It was made a thousand times worse by having to constantly hide the fact that she was magical and desperately needed to find a way to get a hold of the magical world.

Hermione didn't own an owl and she didn't know any wizards aside from Harry that had a muggle phone that she could ring. She had actually considered calling Harry, she had his number written down somewhere, but she knew that his relatives would never put her call through to him.

Therefore, she would have to take some time to herself when she reached her home today and try to figure out how to get ahold of someone that could get her help.

Jake and Miranda Granger's funeral had been held together and it had been packed full of friends, colleagues, and patients. Not a single family member aside from Hermione. Neither parent had any siblings and both had dead parents. Orphans in their own rights when they had met each other in dentistry school.

Hermione had dressed nicely in a new outfit purchased by Isobel. She hadn't wanted to dress up at all; she had wanted to attend in her bikini and jean shorts, the thing she usually wore in most of her happiest memories with her parents. The Gryffindor had refrained, however, and dressed as was expected. She didn't want to embarrass her mother on her official send off. to heaven.

The funeral had been far longer than she thought her parents would have liked, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Her parents had wanted there to be open speaking time so those who wanted to publicly remember them would be able to.

There had been so many that got up to the podium in the front of the room and shared their favorite memories of her parents. Hermione had smiled softly at the memories that were humorous, looked down into her lap for the memories that made her sad. Isobel had been at her side for the whole thing.

Hermione had considered getting up and sharing her favorite memories with her parents, but in the end, decided against it. They were HER memories and they were the only thing keeping her sane at the moment. She didn't want to share them with anybody yet. Therefore, she had remained in her seat until the preacher had said his final blessings and the funeral had come to an end.

The burial at the cemetery had been a special kind of hell. She had hoped that it would remain small and private, but that hadn't been in the cards. She and Isobel had been front and center to watch her parents be lowered in the ground, and it was so much harder to seperate herself from the rest of the people when they were so close to her that they could touch her.

When it was finally over, Hermione had never been more thrilled. She had never liked huge crowds of people, but since her parent's deaths, her anxiety had skyrocketed. Yet another reason she wanted Remus or Sirius. Both always knew how to make her feel better, even if it was in completely different ways.

Sirius would have been cracking jokes about the whole situation and pointing out the wardrobe malfunctions of all the people who had attended both events. He would have wrapped an arm around her shoulders and told her that he knew what it was like to have no parents and would have promised to always be there for her.

Remus would have sat right next to her, arm thrown around her, and literally growled at anyone that got too close to her. He would have been able to smell how uncomfortable the people made her and he would have kept them at bay. He would have whispered in her ear how much her parents loved her and that they would never really leave her, something she desperately wanted to hear from someone that knew exactly what she was. It probably didn't make much sense to anyone, but there was nothing else for it.

Now, she and Isobel were headed to her parent's barrister so they could hear the reading of the will. Hermione had a feeling that it was going to bring a new level of complete hell to her life. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with her parent's lives and amassed fortune being handed out like it was nothing.

When they reached the Office of William Turner, Hermione got out of Isobel's Fiesta. The older woman came around and laid an arm around her shoulder and stood there with her silently for just a few moments. Hermione enjoyed the peace of the moment while it lasted.

Once Hermione had heaved in a deep breath, she turned to Isobel and nodded. If she didn't jump in feet first, she'd lose her courage and go on home. The pair opened the door and made their way to check in with the receptionist. The middle-aged blond woman gave them a smile and told them it should only be a moment since Mr. Turner was expecting them.

The receptionist was true to her word and the door to the conference room opened up. William Turner beckoned them into the room, offering his hand to both of them once they were inside.

"I'm William Turner, Jake and Miranda's barrister for the last twenty years. I just want to say how sorry I am that they were taken from you so soon." Hermione nodded, but remained silent. She had heard so many condolences in the last three hours that she couldn't even muster the good manners to acknowledge his words. He seemed to understand, however, and ushered her to the seat next to the head of the long glass table. Isobel sat next to her and Mr. Turner began thumbing through the documents in front of him.

"Now, Hermione, I know this is going to be hard for you so if you need a break, just say the word. It's very common for this to occur." She still remained silent, but nodded her understanding. She wasn't going to stop unless she had to. She wanted this travesty over with as soon as possible. Mr. Turner took no notice of her rude behavior and began.

"Hermione, your parents didn't leave an extensive will. They both agreed wholeheartedly on what they wanted done with their belongings. The first thing that comes up is a matter of your custody. I understand that neither Jake nor Miranda had any family so they named someone else to stand in as your caretaker until you come of age. Does the name Albus Dumbledore mean anything to you?" This was the first statement that caught her attention and kept it. Her head came up and she spoke for the first time.

"Absolutely. He's the Headmaster at the school I attend." Mr. Turner nodded, smiling slightly at the fact that she was finally joining the conversation.

"Yes, that's what they have listed. Now, since he's granted as your caretaker, it is now his job to find you lodgings and so forth. They did not, however, give him power of attorney over their finances. The only other thing that they asked of him was that he secure their home so it could be kept for you if and when you decided to move back into it or if you decide to sell it." Mr. Turner folded his hands in front of him.

"However, we've tried dialing the number that was listed beside his name and we're having quite the time getting ahold of him so he can come pick you up. Do you have a way of contacting him?" Hermione was unsure of how much to say. She finally settled with a vague version of the truth.

"I'll look into it once I get home and see if I have another number for him. I would suggest you keep trying though." He gave her a resolute nod.

"We'll do that. As for the financial part of their will, I strongly recommended for them to go a different route. I told them that minors didn't have the maturity to handle their own finances, but they were certain that you could handle it. Therefore, you are now currently in charge of their rather large bank accounts. After the insurance payouts, their bank notes paying themselves off, and so on and so forth, you've now amassed just over three million pounds. The oddest thing is that they have down to have the whole sum transferred to a bank called Gringott's. Have you heard of it?" Hermione nodded.

"It's the name of the bank in the town I go to school. They probably wanted to make it easily accessible for me." Hermione was astounded that her parents had dared to put so much of the wizarding world in their will. She could only hope that Mr. Turner would just take her word for her explanations, otherside her life could get a lot more difficult than it already was.

Mr. Turner did rattle off a few other things that her parents had wanted to bequeath to their friends. Their neighbor, Mr. Halsey, had been given the prize vase that he admired every time he came over to their home, Isobel had been left a sizable sum of money that she hadn't seen coming. Hermione thought that she deserved it, if for nothing else than putting up with her since her parents had met their untimely deaths.

After those bequeathments had been read, the appointment had wound down pretty quickly. Mr. Turner had promised to continue trying to get ahold of Professor Dumbledore and she could only hope that he had more luck in reaching him than she would.

Hermione let Isobel lead her back out to her old Fiesta and she got in before strapping her seatbelt around her. Before they took off, Isobel turned to her.

"You know you're welcome to stay with me until this Dumbledore fellow can come get you." Hermione gave her a genuine smile.

"Thank you so much, Isobel. I don't know what I would have done without you." The older woman patted her shoulder and they started on their way back to the Granger home. Hermione had decided the night before that she needed to go back and at least gather some clothing so Isobel wouldn't have to keep buying her clothes.

It was a twenty minute drive in the heavy London traffic. Hermione was hot and thirsty by the time they pulled into the familiar driveway. Her mother's car was still parked inside the garage while her father's car had been totaled out when the drunk driver had hit them.

Hermione and Isobel both crossed the shaggy lawn and made their way to the front door. Hermione found the hidden key and unlocked the front door. When they opened the front door, the familiar scent of her parents washed over her and she almost burst into tears.

Nevertheless, she was a true Gryffindor so Hermione squared her shoulders and raised her chin before she strode through the door and into the familiar warmth of their living room. Her living room now. She stood there for several minutes, cataloguing all the things in the room that screamed her parent's presence. She turned each one over in her mind and did her best to push past them.

Once she found that she would survive the living room, Hermione stepped forward and started for the hallway. It led to all the bedrooms in the house along with the informal bathroom. Her room was where she was headed, and she told Isobel that she shouldn't be long in gathering her clothes. Isobel nodded and took a seat on the couch to wait patiently for Hermione to finish.

Hermione stopped and studied every last picture that was hanging down the hallway of her childhood home. Most of them were of her, but there were several that were of her parents on holiday, their wedding photos, their travels before they had had Hermione. It was always something she had taken for granted, but no longer. She savored each and every picture and vowed to come back and take a couple when Professor Dumbledore came to fetch her.

Hermione finally made it to her room and opened the door. It was probably the only safe room in the house that didn't hold any of her parent's presence. She shut the door behind her quickly so she could pack her clothing in peace. However, she was startled out of her silence by a soft hoot. Hermione started with a small squeak and was thrilled beyond measure to see Hedwig. Finally, a way to get ahold of the wizarding world even if it was through Harry.

She unrolled the parchment from Hedwig's claws and stuffed the letter in her pocket. She would read it later. Right now, she had to write a quick letter to Harry and send it back with Hedwig before Isobel came in and saw an owl in her room.

It took her only five minutes to scribble out a letter and reattach it to Hedwig's leg. She gave the owl a friendly pat and apologized.

"I'm sorry, girl. I don't have any treats. I need you to take this to Harry as quickly as possible. It's a bit of an emergency." Hedwig hooted softly before she nipped her fingers affectionately. Without further ado, Hedwig flew back out the open window located next to Hermione's bed.

Deciding that she needed to get a move on, she grabbed one of her old duffel bags that had served as a riding bag when she was younger. Hermione began to just randomly throw some of her clothes in the bag. Most of her intimates were thrown in. She had just gone shopping two weeks before with her mother to update her wardrobe. This train of thought had almost brought on an unwelcome bout of didn't want to cry anymore until she was with someone that would understand. Now that she had seen Hedwig, she realized that she wanted Harry more than anyone else.

When her bag was bulging, Hermione stepped out of her room to hear voices in the living room. She quickly made her way down the hallway so she could see just who had come to visit the second she had stepped foot in her family home. When she turned the corner and saw a pair of bobbies speaking heatedly with Isobel, she knew things were about to go from completely horrible to beyond abhorrent. The bobbies turned and saw her entrance, one of them instantly heading her direction. It took every last nerve she had to not draw her wand out of her hair and stun them so she could run.

She didn't, however. Hermione allowed them to approach her, but she didn't fix them with a friendly gaze. She had never purposely glared at someone other than Malfoy when he was being a complete prat to her, but this was the first time she had do it to adults. Not even Professor Snape had warranted this behavior. One of the bobbies stopped just short of running into her and reached out to try to take her bag. She held fast to it, her glare becoming darker. He sighed as Isobel stepped forward.

"They're here for you, Hermione. They said that the great city of London doesn't allow underage children to live on their own even if they're waiting to get ahold of their caretaker. I told them that I was willing to keep you for as long as it took, but they said since I'm not liscenced through the city, they can't allow it. They're going to take you to a temporary foster home." Hermione's worst fears were recognized and she could do nothing but internally curse Dumbledore for not giving reliable contact information.

There was nothing to do for it though. Hermione knew that fighting the inevitable would be a waste of time and energy. It was a very Slytherin take on the situation, but she found that she didn't have the energy to deal with much more. She nodded once before she spoke to Isobel.

"I'm not sure when I'll see you again, but I want to thank you for keeping me and helping me with everything. I couldn't have done it without you. I'm sure I'll see you again so please don't worry about me. If Mr. Turner contacts you, tell him what's happened and that he needs to continue to try to get ahold of Professor Dumbledore." Isobel teared up at her words and came forward to hug her.

"Anything you need, sweet girl, you just let me know. Anytime. You hang in there and remember that time heals all wounds." Hermione nodded in the older woman's shoulder. When they separated, Hermione beckoned for the two bobbies to lead the way.

Hermione was now heading into a system that was well known for being hostile, violent, and full of thievery. She decided that while she could obviously buy more clothing, she needed to make sure that her wand was on her person at all times. In no world did she want to part with her wand by having it broken or stolen.

Isobel locked up the house behind them and she watched from the porch as Hermione was herded into the back of the car with the bobbies. Hermione hadn't caught their names and frankly, she didn't care to. They were simply a stop on the map for her. Once Dumbledore got his arse in gear, she would be gone before she could say quidditch. Harry would come through for her, she knew it.

The ride to her new home was much longer than she had anticipated. The home was located in the slums of London, much to her didn't consider herself snobbish in the least, but she was aware of what happened to young women in this part of town. The fact that she would be living there made her extremely nervous.

When the bobbies finally stopped, they opened the back door for her. Hermione stepped out of the car and eyed the house she would be staying in with only a small amount of disgust. It was tiny and ill-kempt, but the woman smiling at her on the porch looked warm and inviting, reminding her ever so slightly of Molly Weasley.

The bobbies escorted her into the house and the woman hollered up the stairs for everyone to come downstairs. When everyone had appeared to have arrived, the woman spoke.

"My name is Janine Albright, and that's my husband George Albright. We have four foster kids aside from you. Kammy Ryder and Tandy Rogers will be rooming with you, they're ages sixteen and eight. The boys bunk together also, they're Terrance Smith and Dillon Smarsh. They're seventeen and eleven."

Hermione surveyed her new "family" and knew she didn't like what she saw. The oldest boy was covered in tattoos already and had a large spike through his bottom lip. The younger boy didn't seem to look the part of a thug, but he had a sneer on his face that reminded her of Crabbe and Goyle.

The oldest girl, Kammy, reminded Hermione of Millicent Bulstrode. Very large-boned and heavy set, not really fat, but very solid. Her large midriff was exposed and she had bright pink hair. Hermione thought that she was average at just under five foot four inches tall, but this girl made her look like a midget. She was easily six feet tall.

The younger girl was absolutely gorgeous. Long black hair that reached her waist, pin straight, with ice blue eyes and red lips. A sprinkling of freckles colored her nose and Hermione was jealous of the woman she would become.

While Hermione considered herself no great beauty, she knew that she had a decent figure and her intelligence drew away from her awful hair and face. The youngest girl would give Hermione a complex if she let her.

Hermione decided to start out giving everyone a chance. She gave them a soft smile before she spoke.

"Hello. My name is Hermione Granger and I'm almost sixteen years old." The older boy leered at her openly and Hermione felt a shiver of revulsion. Her wand would definetely be in arm's reach at all times while she was stuck here. The older girl stepped forward and threw a very heavy arm around Hermione's shoulders, fake smike wide on her features.

"Oh, we're almost the same age! We're going to be the best of friends." For some reason, Hermione had a feeling that the exact opposite was going to happen.

The bobbies seemed happy with the outcome of their visit so they tipped their hats to Janine and turned to leave. Once they were gone and the door was shut, the sweet woman persona disappeared. She turned to Hermione and laid down the law with a voice of iron.

"Rules in this house are simple. You eat what we serve or you don't eat. You show George and I respect at all times or we'll backhand you. You respect everyone else's property in this house, no stealing. No snitching. If I hear you snitching to me or George, you'll go without meals. It's pretty simple to survive here. You look like you're a gurl from privilege so you may find it to be a hardship, but you'll get over it soon enough." Hermione remained silent until Janine gestured for her to follow Kammy up the stairs.

"Like I said, you bunk with the girls. They'll show you where, but it's up to you to make it work." Hermione gave them a polite nod.

"Thank you, ma'am." Janine didn't even act like she had heard her so Hermione turned and followed Kammy and Tandy up the stairs. She could feel Terrance's eyes on her and she wanted to turn around and hex him.

The two girls led her into their tiny room that had a bunk bed and a single bed inside. There was one dresser that had three drawers and Hermione was guided to the bottom one. She began to reluctantly put her clothing away, mostly for the fact that she didn't want her clothing stolen. Neither girl seemed interested in her possessions though, so she went ahead with the task. She was sure that none of them were going to break the silence until Kammy spoke.

"Word to the wise. Stay the fuck away from Terrance. He's a twisted little prick that likes to force girls to be with him. He tried with me and I stomped him in the ground. He tried with Tandy here, but I made it clear that I'd kill him if he tried again. You don't look like a lifer so maybe you'll get out before he tries anything. Just heed my warning." Hermione nodded the older girl's way. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all if she was protecting the younger girl.

"Thank you. I'll keep my distance." Kammy snorted, but spoke anyways, and Hermione got the impression that it was a standard issue warning.

"You touch our shit, I'll break your face." Hermione gave her a small smile.

"I would never steal from you, I promise." Kammy laughed outright now.

"You're so fucking innocent looking I can't help but believe you." Hermione smiled again, but left the conversation there. She wouldn't be there for long and she didn't want to get too attached to people she would never see again.

Instead, she laid down on her bed and pulled out the letter that Harry had written her She had nearly forgotten it in the excitement of moving to her new "home".

Dear Hermione,

I hope this letter finds you well. I haven't heard from you in awhile so I figured that I would write and make sure that all is well. There is nothing really new to report here so that makes for a short letter.

I did get a letter from Ron and he told me that his family is going to be moving into "Headquarters", whatever in the bloody hell that is. I wonder if that's where I'll be taken when I can finally leave my aunt's house?

Anyways, I'm sure I'm bothering your pool time. I wouldn't want to interrupt your amazing tan! I hope you write me soon and let me know you're alright.

Love,

Harry

Hermione sighed. Reading his words only made her wish for him more. She settled down on the bed and decided that she wasn't going to go down for dinner. She had barely eaten in the last week, what was a few more days? Besides, she truly didn't think her belly could handle it and the last thing she wanted to do was insult her new "mother's" cooking by throwing it up.

Hermione snuggled down into her flat pillow and thin blanket and did her absolute best to drift off to sleep and forget this whole nightmare.

-O-

Harry was laying on his bed in Number 4 Privet Drive. He absolutely detested it there, but there wasn't much he could do about it short of running away. He had a feeling that that would be the dumbest thing he could do at the moment.

His homework had been done for ages. He had reread every single one of his textbooks from last year and even third year. He could kind of see why Hermione read through them several times. He seemed to pick up a new spell that he had missed the time before every time he read them.

His relatives had been duly threatened by Remus and Moody when he had been picked up at King's Cross. It had been somewhat satisfying to watch his family quiver in fear when the two imposing men threatened them.

Due to these threats, it actually hadn't been as terrible as usual there. Sure, he still had to do all the chores around the house, he still had to care for the yard, but he wasn't starved or beaten any longer. That in itself made for a much better holiday than he was used to.

It was late at night and he couldn't sleep. Harry was worried to death about Hermione. She had always given him a instantaneous reply when he would write her. He had come to count on it. Earlier that week, he had sent her a short note letting her know that he was still doing well (he knew she worried like a mother hen),and Hedwig had returned two days later with his letter still attached to her leg.

Instantly, he had written another letter while Hedwig got a drink and a treat. He had attached it back to her leg and told the bird to return to Hermione's home and wait for her, but no longer than three days. He had told himself that if Hedwig returned again with no response from Hermione, he would alert Sirius and make him go check on his best friend.

Harry had always considered Ron and Hermione to be his equal best friends. He hated choosing sides between them when they argued and did his very best to never have to. This had changed this past year though.

Hermione had stuck by his side when the school turned against him, Ron included. Nobody but Hermione had believed him when he told them that he didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire. Sure, he had accepted Ron's apology for being a prat, but he always felt that betrayal in the back of his mind.

Hefmione had always been his rock. She had been the one person that he knew he could be weak in front of and she wouldn't judge him for it or hold it against him. Even though he hadn't held romantic feelings for her up until recently, she had been one of the most important people in his life.

His platonic feelings had vanished the day of the Yule Ball. She had descended the stairs so she could enter with Viktor Krum and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Parvati had elbowed him in the stomach because he had actually let his mouth hang open.

He knew that Hermione didn't think she was pretty. She couldn't have been more wrong. Yes, her teeth had been awful, but she had had Madam Pomfrey fix them for her. Her hair could be out of control if Hermione got sidetracked and forgot to care for it. She thought that her eyes were just a boring brown, but she couldn't have been more wrong. They were the same shade as firewhiskey and held more warmth in them than Harry had ever witnessed in anyone elses.

Harry was startled out of his daydream by a tapping on his window. He flew out of his bed and raised his window allowing Hedwig to fly in. The three days weren't up so he knew the letter clutched in Hedwig's claws was from Hermione. He made sure that his owl had plenty of owl treats and water in her cage before he ripped into the letter that contained the familiar tiny script that he had come to associate with Hermione. His eyes hungrily scanned the page and shock settled in as he read.

Dear Harry,

I've never been so glad to see Hedwig in all my life. My life will never be the same again.

Just a week ago, my parents were hit by a drunk driver as they were leaving their office. My father died shortly after reaching the hospital and my mother needed a kidney. I tried to donate one, but I wasn't a match. She died the same day.

I've been staying with a family friend that has been doing her best to help me with everything that comes with a death in the family. Harry, this pain is unimaginable and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm all alone, nobody knows that I'm magical and I feel like I'm hiding one of the most important things about me while trying to deal with this.

I just came from meeting with my parent's barrister. They gave custody of me to Professor Dumbledore, but they can't get ahold of him. Who knows how long it will take for a muggle to get ahold of one of the most powerful wizards in Britain?

Can you please send Hedwig to Sirius or Professor Dumbledore so they can come get me? I would owe you a great debt.

I hope that your relatives are treating you well. You don't deserve how they treat you.

I better go for now, I have to pack some clothes to go back to Isobel's.

Love,

Hermione

Harry couldn't believe what he just read. Hermione had lost her parents in a horrific accident just a week ago and she had been alone since then. He felt terrible for feeling sorry for himself while Hermione had been truly suffering. He decided that Sirius would probably be the best bet at getting a speedy response. Who knew how many other pieces of mail would come before his letter if he sent it to Professor Dumbledore.

Harry leapt into action and found his parchment and quill. He couldn't understand why he still used quill and parchment when he was in the muggle world, but he did. He knew Hermione used a pen and paper, but he just never did. He took a seat at his desk and began his letter.

Sirius,

I need you to do a huge favor for me, please. Hermione just wrote to me and her parents were killed in an accident last week. She's been staying with a family friend and has no way to communicate with the wizarding world.

Apparently, Professor Dumbledore is supposed to take over her custody, but nobody can reach him. Can you please get ahold of him and tell him that Hermione needs him?She didn't sound so good in her letter, she needs her friends right now.

Please, please, please, and thank you.

Love,

Harry

Harry stood and attached the letter to Hedwig's leg once again. She gave him a reproachful look, but Harry just gave her a beseeching look right back.

"I know you're tired, girl. I'm sorry. Please take this to Sirius. It's an emergency." Hedwig seemed to relent at his words and affectioneately hooted at him. Without any further delay, Hedwig took off out the window and Harry sat back and sighed.

Hopefully, Sirius could get Dumbledore in gear and they could bring Hermione home where she belonged. Harry could only hope.

A/N- Alrighty, I know this chapter probably didn't answer any burning questions y'all seem to have, but patience is a virtue! Hang in there! Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter even though it wasn't the most exciting. Leave me your thoughts, they're like whiskey shots ((:

Next chapter, Hermione is finally rescued from her foster family!

Love,

Alicia