Confessions of Ms. Hermione Granger

Harry--

How are things? Everything's fine here. My friend Robinson's lending me an egg with a unicorn. I'm not sure if I want to keep it or not. Unicorns aren't my style but you know I love animals so I guess I'm ready for it.

Cheers, friend!

--Hagrid

Harry sighed, and put his head into his hands and kept his head and his hands there for a long time.

He wasn't surprised to wake up in the same spot, and yawned.

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3 hours later

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Harry got out of bed at 10:00 and sat up. He undressed and then pulled on his jeans and an orange shirt. He could still hear the faint snores of Dudley and Uncle Vernon. Aunt Petunia was talking in her sleep. Harry decided he had best not wake them.

He went down the stairs three at a time. He had been incorrect about Uncle Vernon being asleep. Uncle Vernon's face was behind the newspaper which read, "Gas Shortage Taken Over Little Whinging!" Harry slightly flinched as Uncle Vernon's large, beet-like face appeared from behind the newspaper.

"Up late again, boy? You should have been up at six o'clock sharp getting us breakfast! Now, I've had to slave away at the stove and the microwave just for four people!" After a short pause, he continued: "Well actually I made one peach, which I bought at the store, and still, boy, I wouldn't have had to drive, which I might add is very hard work, and I could just come down at 2:00 PM, and you would have gotten my breakfast ready! But nooo! You had to be lazy!"

Throughout this whole "speech", Harry had been trying to keep his temper. But now, he unfortunately for him, lost it, and Uncle Vernon enjoyed what happened next thoroughly, for Harry angry amused Uncle Vernon.

"Who told me to wake me up at 6:00 AM? No one! And you still have to complain to me! And if you keep this up, my godfather will be hearing about this, and I'm serious! And still, after all that, you expect me to wake up at 6:00 when you would never do it even if they PAID you! And Dudley is still upstairs snoring away! You've never been fair to me, and now I've had it!"

"Boy--" Uncle Vernon started, and raised his hand in order to smack him across the face. But right before he did that, he caught the full meaning of what Harry had just said [took him long enough, LOL] and he paused, his GODFATHER. That Black bloke. And if he came here--well, Vernon couldn't bear to think of it. What he'd do to him, Dudley, and Petunia--

Harry backed up very quickly and the phone rang. Both of them jumped to answer it. Harry being 85 pounds, and Vernon being 200 pounds, Harry easily got there first.

"Hello?" Harry was out of breath.

"Hello, may I please speak to Mr. Harry Potter?" A familiar voice rang through the phone.

"Hermione!" Harry yelled. And then "Hermione?" he added, softer.

"Harry." Hermione was obviously happy, just more quiet.

"What's up?" Harry wanted to know.

"Well, Ron's already here, and, well, we were wondering...if you could stay for the remainder of the summer."

Uncle Vernon's face was filled with question, and even more purple than it usually was. Harry closed his eyes and tried to ignore it, though his face was burning through Harry's eyelids.

"I'd love to," Harry replied. "But," he added more softly, "I'm not sure what the," he was even more quiet this time, "Muggles would say."

"Well, ask them!"

"All right...but I don't know if it'll do any good..."

Harry put his hand on the phone mouthpiece and asked Uncle Vernon if he could go.

Vernon's face went red, then purple, then green. He rolled his eyes. He was obviously thinking. "All right," he finally said.

Harry screamed of happiness...in his head, of course! He picked up the phone again. "Hermione?" he said.

"Hello again Harry."

"Muggles say yes."

"That's marvellous Harry!! Ask them when Ron can pick you up!"

Harry covered up the mouthpiece again. "Uncle Vernon, when can Ron pick me up?"

"Today, if possible." Vernon obviously wanted to get Harry out of the house NOW!

"They can come right now, if you want." Harry knew this would make him think, and he was correct. If they came right now, they would obviously be using magic means, but they could get Harry out of there now if they came right now.

"All right, all right," Uncle Vernon sighed. "They can come now."

"Hermione? They can come now."

"Good! I know you can't Apparate...but we can try. How bad could it be? And they CAN get you fixed."

That made Harry's stomach jolt. "All right, I'll go."

"Good Harry! Fred, George, Charlie, Percy, Mr. Weasley, and Bill are going. They should be there in a second. All right, Mr. Weasley's gone. Now Fred. Now George. Percy. Charlie. Bill."

And sure enough, there were the people Hermione had just said, in the order she had said them. Mr. Weasley stepped forward, and shook Vernon's hand. "Good to meet you, Mr. Dursley. Very good indeed!" He pumped Uncle Vernon's hand very hard.

"Hello Harry. Are you ready to go?"

"No, I have to get my trunk and Hedwig. I'll be right back."

~*~*~*~10 minutes later~*~*~*

Harry wasn't accustomed to Apparating, so it made butterflies in his stomach. He took a deep breath, and the next thing he knew, he was right outside the Burrow.

"Welcome home, Harry," Bill said with a smile.

"I must go to my room!" Percy snapped. He stamped upstairs with his head high, shoulders back.

Fred and George silently snorted for a while until Mr. Weasley tapped them on the shoulder. Charlie went inside and so did George, gesturing to his sibling desparately. "C'mon, Fred!"

Bill and Mr. Weasley headed in the house as well, Harry at their heels.

Harry couldn't remember when he had been this happy!