Cats & Owls {Harmione Story}

Harry rushed out the door of the car, lugging his chest behind him. Hedwig made an unapproving hoot for moving so fast. Her cage was rattling rapidly. "Hurry up, Harry! The train's about to leave!" Cried Ron. He reached out a hand and helped pull Harry through the barrier. Finally his eyes were set on a beautiful, scarlet train.

"Happy to be back, Harry? Those Muggles you live with seem horrible!" Ron said, looking disgusted. Before Harry could answer his question, the door slid open. Hermione emerged. "Hello, Harry. Ron." She said promptly. She came and sat down beside Ron. "Hello, Hermione." They replied. "Have a good summer, Harry?" She asked, reaching for a book. "Honestly Hermione, as soon as you start talking, you pull out a book." Ron fussed, trying to grab the book out of Hermione's hands. "You're not taking yet another class, are you?"

Hermione scowled, and stuffed the book back in her bag. "Of course not." She said stiffly. "I'm not going through any more trouble with the Time Turner."

Harry remembered it well. Hermione had taken him by afar with the Time Turner, a device that can allow you to go back and possibly forth in time. They had used it to save Buckbeak the hypogriff and Sirius Black, who were both innocent, and soon going to face a horrible fate.

This was their fifth year at Hogwarts. Only one more year left. Harry would think to himself.

"Anyways," Ron said, breaking the silence. "Percy's just as stuck up as usual. He got promoted. Now I don't think he'll ever stop bloating."
Harry laughed, and glanced out the window.

Trees and lakes seemed smeared against the glass with the speed of the train. When he turned back around, Ron had finished a sentence. "...And that's why I'll never work in the Ministry of Magic." He sneered.

Hermione sighed, and looked in Harry's direction.
"Ginny sure does adore you, Harry." She grinned. "That's all she ever talks about. Harry Potter, the dark haired boy with deep green eyes." She joked. Harry turned a little pink. "It's sad, really." Ron snorted. "He's all she ever thinks about."

"Come on, Ron." Hermione said, crossing her arms. "It's hard not to think about him. He's a great wizard." Harry was taken afar by this. Ron looked disgusted, as if she just complimented a rotten piece of meat. "Great. You too?" He moaned. Harry turned even pinker.

"You think so?" He muttered.
"Of course." She grinned.