A/N: Okay... my new story... it is NOT a sequel to the last one... I though I made it clear that there won't be one...
I do not own Harry Potter... etc...
Chapter 1 - A Lucky Surprise
Harry sighed and thumped his head on the window.
"What were you doing in there?" He asked Ron and Hermione, who had just stepped out of the closet in his small room at Number 4 Privet Drive.
Once they had arrived at the station at the beginning of summer, they had basically forced themselves past their parents with a very concise explanation of:
"Going to Harry's. Bye."
The Grangers and Weasley's had caught up to them right outside of King's Cross Station, where the Dursleys had stopped, noticing that there were two extra wizards following them out to their car in the parking lot. Hermione and Ron explained why they were staying with Harry to their parents and to the Dursleys. After insisting that they really didn't care what their parents said; they were still going, the Weasleys and the Grangers relented.
The next problem was the Dursley's. This was easily solved when Harry reached into his waistband and slid his wand halfway into view. The next thing he knew, they were piling into the Dursley's smallest car. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all squashed into the backseat of the car and sat with their arms attempting to fuse together, for the ride to Privet Drive.
They had then spent the next two weeks talking about the Horcuxes, Voldemort, Snape, and Bill and Fluer's upcoming wedding, as well as Harry sitting, bored out of his mind, during one of Hermione and Ron's frequent visits to the closet in his room, which they did not let him enter. He decided that either they were snogging, or hiding something from him.
Ron and Hermione carefully closed the closet doors, carefully ignoring Harry's inquiry.
"What were you doing in there?" He repeated, looking from Ron to Hermione.
"Oh… nothing," Hermione smiled mischievously, closeing the door, as she did every time he asked.
Harry rolled his eyes. This was really starting to annoy him.
Hermione looked at Ron and they both smiled.
"I mean it! What we you guys doing?" he demanded, "Snogging?"
They both turned pink.
"Uh… no," Hermione squeaked.
Harry rolled his eyes again, stood up, and walked over to the thin wooden door. With a quick punch, he smashed it open. Inside was a cauldron, filled with a thick, bubbling golden liquid.
"Oh…" he trailed off.
"Sorry…" Hermione said.
"I'm sorry guys…" Harry said softly. "But why didn't you tell me?"
"It was a surprise obviously," Ron mumbled.
"When did you start making it?"
"Back at school. Fred and George sent us the experimental containers. They freeze a potion that is being made in its current state, for transportation."
"Wait…" Harry though for a second. "Hermione, you said that you couldn't even make Felix Felicis. You said it was too complicated"
He turned to her, with an extremely angry look on his face.
"You didn't."
"Harry…" Hermione pleaded, "this could really help us."
"You know what he did!"
"I know Harry, I know."
"Give it to me!"
"What? Harry, please…"
"Give. It. To. Me." he demanded.
Hermione reached into the closet, and reluctantly handed Harry the large tattered potions book.
A/N: By the way... this will make sense... trust me...