**ON HIATUS! I will be editing and updating this entire story once again. Please see the AN written in the last chapter.

I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter. Thank you J.K. Rowling for creating this magical world for us to play in.

A/n: This is the first story I have ever written, so please be kind. I am currently working on a couple of other stories as well and have no update schedule for you since this is still a WIP. I am slowly going through all of the chapters as we speak re-writing and editing. I ask all of you to remember one thing... This is my story, not yours. If you do not like a nickname and can't seem to read it without your blood boiling, then take my advice and do not read this story. This is a Harmony ship all the way and also has a few other pairings- Sirius/Amelia, Narcissa/Emma Granger to start. Also, this story is for a mature audience, so if you need to have your mommy read it first, then it most likely is a good idea just to skip it all together.

Chapter 1
"Normal Speech"
Thoughts
'Mental Conversations'

Harry has been back at the Dursley's for all of 12 hours and already is imagining his return to Hogwarts for his fourth year. "I wonder if this year will be as bad as last year?" Last year was pretty bad but, at least it wasn't as bad as his first two years. At least this time his Aunt and Uncle are away on holiday till the end of the month, and he doesn't have to worry about being locked in his room, being starved, or Dudley's favorite sport of Harry Hunting.

At that moment, he was lying on his bed when there was a sudden tap at the window. Getting up to see if Hedwig was back from hunting yet he noticed a beautiful grey owl waiting. Curious, he let it in and took the letter from it and handed over a couple of treats. Hmmm, it looks like I will have to make a trip to Diagon Ally soon. Breaking the black seal of wax he read:

Dear Harry,

I know we haven't been apart that long, but I had this strange feeling that I needed to write you. I can't explain it. Do you like the owl? She was a gift from Padfoot. Her name is Diana. How is everything at the Dursley's? I hope things aren't too bad for you. I tried to get Professor Dumbledore to let you come over for part of the holidays but was quickly reminded that it wouldn't be SAFE. I feel like there is something that Dumbledore isn't telling us and can't shake this feeling that he is up to no good and that we should be careful with who we trust.

I wish we could meet for this conversation to happen face to face; I am very worried about you. There is so much that I want to tell you. But the truth is I am really worried about losing you as a friend, especially since you are my Best Friend.

(Has she lost her mind? Why would I ever stop being there for her?)

I want you to know Harry, that no matter what happens, I will always be by your side. You were the first person to see me as a person, and not some bucktooth bushy haired know it all. I want you to know that I truly care about you. I feel like I am getting ready to start rambling, so this seems like a good place to end.

Always yours,

Hermione.

All Harry could do was sit there and blink for a few minutes. Once his brain was fully able to catch up with the rest of him, he started to think about those amazing brown eyes, her beautiful long brown hair. Yes, it was a bit messy, but that is what made it so amazing. All that chaos in the most organized and put together person he knows. And the way she would bite her lip when she was deep in thought always made his heart skip a little. Wait a minute, when did start thinking like this? Then it hit him. Second year. While she was petrified after he killed the basilisk, he walked up to her bed in the hospital wing and told her that no one hurts "My Hermione." With that final thought, he got up and walked over to his desk to respond to her.

Dear Hermione,

Believe it or not, all is amazingly quiet here. The Dursley's decided to go on a holiday and forgot all about me. Your owl is beautiful, just like her owner. Funny you mention a strange feeling, I usually don't keep my wand on me, but I also have this strange feeling that something could happen at any moment. Too bad you couldn't convince Dumbledore to let me come over. He will probably make me stay here until the end of July. I have the same feeling about being careful with who we trust.

I would love to meet up with you. I need to head to Diagon Alley to pick up a few things. Would you like to join me? I was planning on taking the Knight Bus. I could have them swing by before heading to London.

Look, about our friendship. First off, thank you. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for being you. You have always seen me as Just Harry. No matter what the future holds, I know that there is no path forward that does not have you in it.

With all my heart,

Harry

While tying the letter to Hedwig's leg, he looked over to Diana and noticed that it looked like she was annoyed. "Sorry girl, but Hedwig needs to work too. You two have a safe flight. Have some fun while you are out there."

Trying to decide what to do next, Harry walked over to his trunk to get out his books and homework. Hermione is right. It's too quiet. Before he got a chance even to open his trunk, there was a loud BOOM that shook the house. Quickly bringing his wand to the ready, he slowly opened his bedroom door and stuck his head out into the hallway. Once he felt it was somewhat safe, he slowly started to walk towards the stairs. While slowly descending, he made sure his wand was always in a firm grip. When he was halfway down, he slowly poked his head around and saw Remus Lupin standing in the hallway with a massive grin on his face.

"Profess…." was all he managed to get out before a huge black dog pounced on him and suddenly shift. "Sirius! What are you guys doing here?"

"Easy pup, we came to steal you! What makes you think that I am going to let my Godson stay in this dreadfully place?" Sirius said with a massive grin on his face.

"Professor, are you serious? Are you truly coming to break me out?" said Harry.

With a smirk on his face Remus replied, "No, he is. Yes, we are taking you away. And please, call me Remus."

All Harry could do was grin ear to ear. This was turning into one of the best days of his life! Starting to let his thoughts wander to what could happen this summer, he was drawn back to reality when Remus said, "Come, let's get your things together. We need to be going. There is a lot that you need to know, but that will have to wait. Quickly now, something does not feel right about this."

With that statement, Harry quickly ran back upstairs and was back down in less than five minutes. With his famous smirk, Sirius said, "That was quick Pup! Did you even bother to unpack?"

Grinning right back, Harry replied, "Nope, didn't want too. I had no clue if or when I would be leaving again. Dumbledore seems to like keeping me in the dark about my life." With that comment, he turned before he could see the looks exchanged between Sirius and Remus. "Harry, we are going to go out the back. We don't want anyone to notice your gone just yet." Said Remus.

With a curious look, he merely nodded his head and started towards the back of the house. Luckily, Remus had just shrunken his trunk and put it in his pocket when his head snapped up instantly alert. "Quick, get to the backyard, NOW!" With that final thought, all three of them took off at a run. Just as they got to the back door, all three made it to the door when they heard a clang. Without even thinking, Remus grabbed both Harry and Padfoot and quickly apparated with only seconds to spare before there was an enormous explosion and the house burst into flames with pieces of wood flying through the air.

Once the shrapnel stopped flying about, an older gentleman walked through the destruction wearing purple robes, half-moon spectacles and had a long white beard.

First edit: 6/29/2017

Second edit: 3/13/18