A Letter From Hermione

The summer was as long as ever. As the days slowly trickled by, Harry Potter couldn't help but stare longingly out his window. He was so lonely without his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger that it was almost unbearable. It was especially awful for one reason imparticular. Since it was the summer and during the school holiday people tend to visit each other, Dudley had bullied Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon into letting his friend Piers spend the month of August with them. Today was August the first and Harry, as to not wanting to be used as a punching bag, had taken to his room as soon as he had finished his measly breakfast. Then to Harry's dread he heard Aunt Petunia's voice from downstairs.

"Dudleykins, Piers is here," she cried.

Harry's heart took a tremendous fall. He had given a final thought just a minute ago that maybe Dudley's bone headed friend would become ill or do something that would postpone his arrival for at least some amount of time. As Harry sat down on his bed, thinking about how the rest of the summer would be, something outside his window caught his eye. A brown tawny owl was flying towards the room. After a few minutes he was reading a letter that had been delivered to him from Hermione. He couldn't believe that she had written to him.

Dear Harry,

I have missed you a lot this summer and I was hoping that your aunt and uncle might let you come to my house for the rest of the summer holiday. I asked Ron as well but he is very busy at home and couldn't make it. If you can come send owl immediately and we will be at your home to pick you up on August fourth. Please write me back as soon as possible. Hope to see you soon!

Love From Hermione

Harry couldn't believe his luck. It was too good to be true. Spending the rest of the summer away from the Dursleys was wonderful, but to be spending it with Hermione, that would be even better. To tell the truth, it was she that he had been thinking about all summer. Hermione was always in his thoughts and he had come to realize that he felt much more for her than he had ever felt for Cho. Harry suddenly had a great idea. If he was going to hopefully see Hermione maybe he could tell her how he felt. All he had to do was get Uncle Vernon to say yes and he would be out of Privet Drive in the blink of an eye.

Quickly he ran downstairs and found his uncle in the kitchen.

"What do you want boy?" said Uncle Vernon in a nasty voice. He surveyed his nephew as if he were the most vulgar thing he had ever seen. But Harry, unfazed by his Uncle's glare continued to proceed with his request.

"I was invited to a friend's house for the rest of the summer and I figured I should ask you permission," Harry replied, "so may I go or not?"

Uncle Vernon stood silently thinking hard about the decision that he had to make. Finally after several minutes he gave his answer.

Uncle Vernon said with a snarl, "Fine, but they had better find some way to collect you that won't cause me any inconvenience or problems of any sort."

"Fine," agreed Harry quickly. Then before anymore could be said on the subject, he dashed back up to his room and found some paper and a quill to write Hermione's return letter. He quickly found what he was looking for and scribbled down his answer.

Dear Hermione,

My Uncle has agreed to let me come. Thank you so much for inviting me. You don't know how much this means. Well see you on the fourth.


"This is amazing," said Harry to himself, "Maybe I can finally have a truly good summer holiday."