There was a rapping on his door one morning. Harry hated being woken up so early. With no bedtime or curfew, he stayed up as late as he possibly could. He ignored the knocking, but it refused to stop, and he finally got up. He was beyond annoyed when he put on his glasses, and walked towards the door until he opened it. Hermione finally arrived two days before they were due to go to Hogwarts. His annoyance melted at the sight of her in front of him. Her hair was longer and lighter. Her face was still the same, pretty.