A/N: Okay, this is chapter 2 for the story. I know its short but please bear with me. The chapter lengths will get longer as the story continues.

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“Mmm, Harry!” Hermione moaned as she pushed her lips harder against Harry's. They were snogging in what could only be described as the Weasley's broom cupboard.

Harry then broke apart and continued his assault on Hermione's milky white neck, with Hermione now moaning louder than ever. Harry pulled out his wand and cast a silencing charm on the `room' so no one outside would hear.

“Hermione, you're beautiful.” Harry moaned as he draped her bushy brown hair on top of him. His hands slipped up underneath her skirt, up her soft thighs, caressing them softly as Hermione let out a fresh batch of soft moans egging Harry to go further. His hand slowly slipped inside Hermione's knickers just before…

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Harry's alarm clock went off waking him from a rare nice dream. He shook his head wildly as he turned the alarm off. Partly angry at himself for thinking about Hermione that way again and partly at the alarm for waking him up from the nice dream, Harry got out of his bed.

Hermione is your best friend. Snap out of it! Ron would murder you.

Fuck Ron! He doesn't even care for her. He just has a…

But his thoughts were interrupted by Vernon Dursley screaming at the top of his voice. “BOY! Where is my breakfast?!”

Smirking to himself, Harry opened the door and went downstairs. Obviously the Dursley's didn't have a clue Harry was of age. `This will be fun' Harry thought.

As he entered the kitchen Vernon screamed again, “Where is my breakfast? I'm going to be late for work!”

“Make it yourself” Harry replied simply. That did it; Vernon rose from his seat preparing to hit Harry as hard as he could. “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Harry said coldly holding his wand out to Vernon.

Vernon smiled at the wand and said, “You're not allowed.”

Harry returned the evil smirk and said, “Obviously, you have no clue that my birthday is today. I turned seventeen today; which means I can hex you into oblivion if you don't shut up.”

Vernon's eyes flashed with fear and he sat down slowly. Harry smiled evilly. Then he continued, “I am leaving this house today forever. I will be leaving in five minutes.” Then he went back upstairs. In the kitchen all the Dursley's were taking breaths full of relief.

Harry went to his room and flicked his wand. Last year, he had mastered non-verbal spells. All the things in his room flew over into his trunk. He loved being able to use magic freely. Then he banished all his stuff to the Burrow.

Taking one last look at his room he continued downstairs. He made his way to the kitchen where his `relatives' were sitting. All three looked up at him as he came inside.

“So you're leaving? For good?” Vernon asked hopefully.

“Yes. I am. I just wanted to thanks for letting me stay here, however grudgingly.” Harry replied.

Vernon grunted in agreement and Harry said, “Well bye then.” Then he turned and with a soft `pop', he was gone, leaving three happy people behind.

Harry felt the sickening sensation of aspirating and hoped that he would get used to it soon. He opened his eyes to face the iron gates of Hogwarts. The gates were locked. Harry checked his watch; it was 10:50. There were ten minutes left.

Harry had only been waiting for a minute when he heard the unmistakable `pop' of someone apparating.

Harry turned around, his wand at ready. He was shocked to see a bushy-haired girl staring back at him. Her chocolate pools were filled with confusion. Slowly Harry lowered his wand.

God she looks beautiful

Shut up Harry! This is no time to be Romeo.

She ran over to him and gave him a loving hug and Harry fought the urge to kiss her right there.

“Hermione, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“I should ask you the same question.” Hermione replied.

“McGonagall sent me a letter yesterday asking me to come here.”

“Same here. Wait, how do I know you're really Harry and not an impostor?”

“Ask me anything that I should know.” Harry replied amused.

“What have I corrected you and Ron the most about in school?” Hermione asked grinning.

“Easy… no one is allowed to apparate inside Hogwarts. My turn; what do you, me and Ron know that nobody else knows?”

Hermione's face fell a bit and she bit her lower lip. She replied, “The Prophecy.” Then she caught Harry into another fierce hug.

“Hermione, it's okay. I'll be fine.” Harry consoled Hermione.

Hermione looked up, tears welled up in her eyes. “I'm sorry. Just being silly.” Then she smiled at Harry and asked, “So, what do you think McGonagall wants?”

“I don't know but we're going to get our answer soon. Here comes Hagrid.” Harry pointed to the gates behind which a huge form was appearing. He broke into a smile when he saw Harry and Hermione. Unlocking the gates he greeted them both with a hug.

“How are yeh two doin'?” he asked.

“Oh fine. Why did we need to be here?” Hermione asked.

“Yeh'll see.” Hagrid replied happily. “Now come on. Professor McGonagall needs teh see yeh two.” He led them inside the grounds and locked the doors once again.

They walked across the grounds to the castle. They entered the great oak doors. Neither of the two teenagers had seen Hogwarts empty as it was now. Hagrid led them all the way to Dumbledore's old office and McGonagall's present office.

“Salamander sweets.” Hagrid said clearly to the Gargoyle, which instantly sprang to life and let them inside the spiral staircase. Hermione, who had never been here before marvelled at the sight. The stairs stopped in front of door. Hagrid knocked and a voice said, “Come in.”

Harry opened the door to reveal the huge office of the head of Hogwarts. It looked exactly as before. Harry felt a pang of loss as he remembered that Dumbledore was gone. He noticed that Dumbledore's portrait was asleep, dozing peacefully.

Professor McGonagall was sitting behind the desk, waiting. She looked at Hagrid and said, “Thank you for bringing them Hagrid.”

“No problem Professor. I'll see yeh all later.” Then he turned back and headed out the doors leaving behind two very confused teenagers.

Harry and Hermione looked over at the former head of their house. Professor McGonagall started, “Now, I'm sure that you both are wondering why I've called you here today.”

Both Harry and Hermione nodded and McGonagall continued. “Well, I need your help in something. Anyway, first things first. I have made the decision to re-open Hogwarts.

“What?” Harry cried but McGonagall continued. “I feel that it is the best decision to make at the moment.”

“But what about Professor Dumbledore?” Harry protested angrily. `Did Dumbledore's death mean nothing to her?' he thought `He just got murdered, brutally murdered to be exact. Thrown off a 100-foot tower. Anyway, nobody was going to send their children back now with Dumbledore gone.' Harry was just about to open his mouth again when a bemused voice called out from the shadows of the office.

“What about me Harry?”

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