A look at the Past
**Chapter 1**
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Hello every1! This is my 1st fic. Please tell me if it's good or not.
R for language and sexual content (but not in this chapter) ;)
DC: All Harry Potter characters belong to JKR. Joey belongs to me
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I'm glad I got away, thought 25 year old Hermione Granger. What a bitch Joey was yesterday. She stood up dusting off her chaps that she wore while riding her motorcycle. She hopped on her bike and strode off into the distance. Her two long braids danced behind her as she rode around the little town of Viean. She came to a sudden stop. 2 owls fluttered next to her. The bigger snowy white one dropped a package to the floor. The small brown one dropped a letter on top of the package. On the envelope of the letter was Hermione. "What the fuck is this?" she muttered to herself. She carefully picked up the letter and opened it. It read the following words:
Dear Hermione,
Please meet me at Diagon Alley on the 31st of
December.
There was no closing signature. Who was this from? Hermione thought. Should I go or stay? Will Mr. Wallace let me off for a month? She reached for the package when the sound a horse's feet were heard. Hermione turned her head. A horse was galloping toward her.
"What the-" The horse was two feet away from her now. It stopped next to her. Someone jumped off.
"Joey!" Hermione exclaimed. Joey Fleecier was Hermione's ex-boyfriend. "What do you want?"
"I have something to tell you Hermione… I'm not who you think I am. I am a wizard," Joey said looking ashamed. Hermione was astonished. "You don't believe in magic, do you?" Joey asked.
"I do. I'm a witch." Joey's mouth fell open.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"What is that?" he asked pointing to the package on the floor.
"I haven't opened it." What am I doing? Why does Joey have to know about this? Hermione thought. "Well Joey, I have to go." Hermione picked up the package and rode away.
"Wait!" Joey called. "You forgot this!" he yelled holding up a folded piece of paper. "Oh well." He stuffed it in his jacket pocket. He climbed back on his horse and walked in the opposite direction.
When Hermione got to her small house she opened the package. Inside were a picture and a stack of letters. Hermione picked up the picture. It was a picture of her, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley. She smiled not realizing who had sent it, but there were only two answers. Harry or Ron. She picked up the stack of letters. The words were in neat writing. She read the 1st letter. It was signed, 'Hermione Granger'. She smiled as she read the letters. Tears streamed down her eyes. She put her hand in her pocket feeling around for the letter. Not in the right pocket. Neither the left. Where is that damn letter? She asked herself. She looked in the saddlebag on her bike, but it was not there. Then it hit her. Joey had the letter. Or else it was still on the road. Hermione ran down the street to where Joey worked. Thankfully he was there. She rushed through the little camera shop bumping into the customers. She slammed her hands on the glass counter in front of Joey.
"Where is it?" she threatened.
"What?" Joey asked puzzled.
"You know! Give it to me!"
"I have nothing of yours!" he denied. She knew he was lying.
"Give it to me!" she demanded.
"I don't have anything!"
"Want me to sing for you? You know that song from ABBA? Gimmie gimmie gimmie my letter back because it is mine!"
"I have nothing of yours!" he yelled at her.
"YES YOU DO!!" By this the store was empty.
"NO I DON'T!"
"What is going on here?" came the sly voice of Mr. Dayo the owner of the shop.
"He's got my letter!" Hermione said.
"No!"
"He's denying it!"
"Ms. Granger! Mr. Fleecier! Calm down you two. Mr. Fleecier do you have something of Ms. Granger's?"
"No! Why would I steal something of hers?"
"Because you're a lazy, self-centered, son-of-a-" Hermione started.
"Ms. Granger what was it that you are looking for?"
"A letter. I had it in the fields when he came along."
"Fine! Take your stupid letter!" Joey said throwing her tiny ripped up pieces. "I already read it and tore it to shreads," he snarled.
"You are the lowest living thing on earth, you mother-"
"Mother what?"
"Fucker! Mother Fucker!" Hermione stormed out of the shop making the little bell on the door fall and make a loud noise. "Ass," Hermione muttered. She walked back to her house. She sat at the table where the letter and picture lay. She picked up the picture and smiled at it. "I'll go," she decided. "I think it was sometime at the end of December."
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As I said this is my first fic. Tell me if it is good or what I should do to make it better. Another thing to: If you think that Hermione is a complete OOC (I don't know what that means yet) I don't give a damn because this is fan fiction and she can be however she wants in this! I'll try and get the next chapter up soon.