Nose buried in the tome of "Hogwarts: A History", Hermione was pondering over the terse owl post that was just delivered by Harry's white owl, Hedwig. Harry hardly ever writes more than three lines. All the letters were all the same.

"dear HErmione Love,
Please don't worry about ME. I'M fine. Miss yoU. TakE care.
love, harry."

No matter how long a letter she wrote to Harry, all she got were these four little sentences in reply. Boys will be boys. However, Harry had wrote such nice letters during the previous summers but these new letters sounded very stiff and they were written in such funny looking printed letters. It almost didn't look like the way Harry would write his letters, but the letter "H" was a very prominent dead giveaway. Harry always write the letter "H" in a certain Harry's way. Hermione just wasn't sure what was wrong with Harry. Maybe he needed something but the muggles he was staying at were looking at all his correspondence. Maybe Harry needed some time alone. Hermione knew she had to stop thinking about this. Professor Dumbledore said that it was dangerous for Harry to even step foot outside of that little Whinging village in Surrey. The Weasleys couldn't even invite Harry Potter to The Burrows as the Death Eaters had been very active.

Hermione's dark thoughts were broken when Ron came rushing into the girls' room in The Burrows. Hermione had arrived just the day before to spend some time with the Weasleys as her parents were away for an extended seminar on dentisry in America.

"Hey, Hermione! Stop hiding your pretty little nose in that dusty old tome of my dad's! We need a hand here for some of those old tomes we just received in some of the boxes that was just delivered. They are from one of my very distant relative who had bequethed these to dad. You would be interested in some of the titles of the books. They sounded a little too dark to me."

"Really?" Hermione dropped the "dusty old tome" with a thud, not noticing that Harry's note had fallen to the floor. She eagerly followed Ron to the living room.

"Hermione, could you help me braid my hair? I would love to hav-" Ginny walked into the empty room just seconds after Ron and Hermione left. Her words faltered.

"Oh, she's not here. What's that?" On noticing a white note lying on the floor between her bed and Hermione's. She picked up and recognised Harry's writings at once.

"Love? Hermione? Harry loves Hermione? No! I don't believe this! No! I won't believe this!" Ginny cried in agony. Crushing the letter in her hands, she sat down on her bed blankly.

After several moments, Ginny opened the letter again and the words on the note were all crushed, except for the letters writing in capitals, all the rest were all unreadable. The letters she saw were "HE L P ME I'M M U T E." She stared at these letters, stunned for the moment.

She immediately scrambled up from the bed and started running towards where all the sound of clatters were, which was in the living room as all the Weasleys were now unpacking the boxes that had arrived in their humble abode.

"Hermione! Did you see this? Harry was asking for help!" Ginny screamed at the top of her lungs and waved the note in the air. Everyone stopped and looked at her stunned.

Hermione hurriedly came and snatched the note from Ginny. She immediately saw what Ginny meant and gasped, "Oh no! Harry can't speak!"