Chapter 2 Reconnected
At 6 o'clock, Harry went downstairs to fix the Dursley breakfast. They would be leaving today, and he would have the house to himself. That brought some joy to him.
All to soon, Vernon came down and sat at the kitchen table. "Boy hurry up with our breakfast, we have to leave soon!"
Five minutes later, Harry was serving breakfast to the full Dursley family and went to load up the luggage in the Dursley's car. Harry was happy to do anything he could to get them out of the house.
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Hermione's Home
"Mom! Dad! Come tell me bye, I'm about to leave!" Hermione yelled from the living room. As she yelled this out, she saw Hedwig come through the window. She quickly took off the letter and read it. After she read it, she couldn't help but smile to herself. She could let him know she was alright quicker than he though.
"Coming Sweetheart. Now you take care of yourself. Help Harry get better." Hermione's mom replied. "We expect you to call us everyday to let us know you are alright, and if you need anything at all just let us know."
"Thanks Mom. I really appreciate this. Well, I best get ready my portkey will activate in few minutes."
"Alright now take care!"
"Love you, Mom, Dad." And with that Hermione felt the familiar tug on her navel, and she was off to Harry's house. She really hoped that Dumbledore came through, and the Durlseys would be already gone.
Hermione landed a little ungracefully but remained standing in Harry's 'summer' home. She looked around and saw a unnatural clean place. You wouldn't think anyone lived in this home it was so clean. By the looks of it, the Dursleys had left. She decided to look for Harry and surprise him. She started to climb the stairs when she heard someone crying. She started to pick up her pace when she heard someone say "Why me?? Why is it always me???" Hermione ran to Harry when she saw him. She instantly pulled him into one of her famous bone crushing hugs.
"Shhh, it'll be okay. I'm here now." Hermione said, trying to soothe Harry's pain. To Hermione's surprise Harry recoiled.
"What are you doing here? If you stay here, you'll get killed. You better leave now if you know what's good for you!" Harry replied fiercely, but his eyes deceived him. His beautiful emerald eyes were full of pain and loneliness.
"No, Harry. I'm not leaving. I love you, and I'm staying here. You can't make me leave." Hermione's heart skipped a beat when she said this. She always loved Harry, as a best friend of course, but over the last few weeks, it had developed into something more than that. That scared her very much. "Everyone who's ever loved me has died. It's not safe. All because of that stupid prophecy."
"Harry, I'll love you no matter what. You should know that by now. Wait what are you talking about, though, the prophecy? I thought it got smashed."
"It did." Harry replied. He didn't want to tell her the prophecy, he knew she would worry if she knew, but he had to tell someone. Hermione was the best person to tell. Now, what happened to just cutting himself off from everyone?? Well, it had just gone out the window. He needed Hermione, and it was obvious she wasn't leave. He had one option in his mind, and that was to tell Hermione the truth. He was ready to tell her everything, but at the same time he wasn't. He looked up to her and saw her beautiful brown eyes gazing into his. Her white tank top framed her body, and her short blue jean shorts showed off her pretty tan legs. Her was held back by a pair of sunglasses and it her hair seemed more tame. She looked really hot! Wait, where was all this coming from??? When did he start thinking of his best friend as beautiful, pretty, and HOT?
"And????" Hermione questioned him further.
"And nothing." Harry lied. Quickly looking down to hide the redness in his cheeks over the thoughts he just had of Hermione.
It took only one look at Harry to see he was lying. "You know I know you better than that. I can see the pain in your eyes Harry. You need to talk about whatever is going on. Maybe I can help! I know your upset about Sirius dying, and I also know you are blaming yourself. You can stop that right now. It wasn't your fault. Sirius chose to come. It's the way he would want to die, in a battle."
"But Hermione if I wouldn't have fell for Voldemort's plan, he wouldn't be dead right now! You wouldn't have gotten hurt as well as Ron, Ginny, Luna, or Neville! How is it not my fault!?! He was there to save me!"
"Harry, you just said it! It was Voldemort's plan, it is his fault! Not yours, nor anyone else's!
"Hermione," Harry began, ready to make her see it his way. It was his fault, but he also knew how stubborn she was. Before he could continue Hermione cut him off.
"Harry, don't even. You know I'm right. You have to accept this Harry. It's for your own good. Now I know you have something you are hiding from me, but if you don't want me to know and you don't trust me enough, that's fine." She was using the guilt trip on him. It was so cute, and she caught him.
"Hermione¾ " Harry stopped mid-sentence. He heard someone coming up the stairs. He looked to Hermione as if to confirm his thought of someone else in the house who wasn't suppose to. Harry pulled out his wand, and Hermione followed. Then, someone slammed the door open.