Coming Home
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other related indicia, they belong to JKRowling. The best author of all time.
AN: Hey, Millie here to haunt you again YEY!!! does happy dance it's my Winter holidays now, only two weeks, but it's enough to get some work done on my fanfics ey? please read. I hope you enjoy, I'll try and update asap
CHAPTER 1 - Letters -
Hermione-
How have your holidays been so far? Mine have been, as usual and as to be expected, pretty boring and dull stuck here at Privet Drive. So I sincerely hope that your holidays are better than mine.
Have you been in contact with Ron or Ginny? I've written, but I haven't gotten a response. I've also been keeping in contact with Neville, and you'll never guess who else wrote to me! Luna! She's a strange one that girl, but both her and Neville say they are fine which is good. I also wrote to Professor Lupin he hasn't written back either though.
Sorry I haven't already written to you, but I'm not sure where you are and I know this has never stopped me before, but I don't believe that your parents would appreciate hundreds of owls flocking in and out of the house if you're at home. So again, sorry.
I hope that you are alright and I hope that you reply. It feels like last summer all over again, but this time I understand and I know what's going on. So I'm not angry or hurt, just miserable and bored.
Anyway, I gotta go. Uncle Vernon's yelling something at me from downstairs. Hope you're well. – Harry
A soft smile found it's way to Hermione's face as she ran her delicate fingers over the words that her best friend wrote.
'Oh shut-up!' she exclaimed playfully as her parents oohed and aahed over Hedwig.
'Darling, why couldn't you have gotten yourself an owl like this? You've sent her with letters to us before,' her mother countered.
'Exactly.' Hermione replied simply as she pulled out a fresh roll of parchment. 'I wanted a cat. I knew an owl would be useful, but I always just use my best friends owl here, her name is Hedwig.'
'What, the owl or the best friend?'
'Oh honestly dad! The owl!' Hermione said in an exasperated tone as a bemused expression crossed her face at the one of puzzlement on her fathers.
'Honey ...' her mother began, a question clear yet undecipherable on her face.
'Hmm?'
'That girl with the red hair, Ginny is it?'
'Yeah ...' Hermione nodded slowly.
'I presume that she is the one who is your best friend, I mean you've never actually told us before who is your best friend? They're only ever referred as "your best friend".'
'The reason I've never told you is because I know you'll make a big fuss.' Hermione replied absently.
'Why is that?' her mother queried snappishly.
'Because I actually have two best friends; the one who owns this beautiful owl here is Harry, and the other one is Ginny's older brother Ron.'
'Boys!' her father exclaimed.
'This is exactly what I mean! I'm not a child daddy. I'm now sixteen, it's only a year 'til I'm of age! These boys are really nice boys, they've never hurt me and I doubt they ever will and before you even mention it, I'm still a virgin and they've never tried to have sex with me! I mean for crying out loud, I think they're still virgins! We don't even have conversations like that! They are just my friends!' Hermione exclaimed as she emphasized every syllable in her last sentence, getting rather flustered.
'Honey ...' her mother began, but Hermione grabbed her stuff and walked out of the room. She climbed the flight of stairs before turning down another corridor to which her room was at the end of. Upon reaching her bedroom, she closed the door and locked it, then walked over to her bed and sat down, beginning to write when Hedwig flew through the open window.
Harry! Of course my parents don't mind the owls, they've just spent half an hour fawning over Hedwig and scolding me for not buying an owl like her! So it's about time that you wrote, mind, perhaps I'm better off waiting for your letters, that would have to be one of the longest letters you've ever written to me, and that's saying something!
Anyway, I'm fine but my holidays have been boring. And not having an owl, I couldn't write to any of you! Speaking of which, Ginny wrote me a short letter, all it said though was that they were back at headquarters, it was mayhem, and they'd have guards to come pick us both up within the next two weeks. That was nine days ago though, so hopefully any day now they'll be here and we can see everyone again.
Oh! Ginny also told me to tell you she's sorry for not replying, as is Ron. She also said that they have a surprise for both of us, and that we're gonna hate it to bits. There are apparently loads of new order members and now there are a lot of them living at the headquarters. It should be interesting. I'm sure that its better than being stuck with your Aunt and Uncle.
You and Ginny are the only ones who have written to me, and yes, you're right. Luna is extremely strange, and even that is an understatement.
I can't wait to see you again! I miss you so much!
Sorry about that little outburst but it's the truth. I'm glad to hear that it sounds like you're holding up these holidays and that you're coping.
Me on the other hand...
You know what, I never realized this, but you know I've never ever told my parents that you and Ron were my best friends, I guess subconsciously I knew that when they found out they'd go spare like they did just a few minutes ago. You know, the whole deal of I am their daughter and only child so they are really protective of me. For me to have male best friends I think struck them with shock. I did make sure to tell them though, that you guys would never hurt me. I just hope that they trust me on this one.
Oh well. I hope that you are well.
With all my Love,
-Hermione
She looked over her finished work, proud of it. She rolled it up and attached it to Hadwig's leg before opening her window once again to let her out. Hermione stood by and watched as Hedwig flew off into the distance.
She decided that she had now had enough time to cool down and so had her parents, so she went downstairs to be greeted with imminent death. At least that's what she thought she'd be greeted with. However, upon arrival in the lounge room she saw her parents sitting on one of the couches quietly discussing things over a cup of tea. She timidly walked into their view not wanting to disturb them, however, as she was walking past her mother stopped her discussion with her father.
'Hermione.' She said sternly making Hermione groan inwardly.
'Yes mum?'
'Love, look. I'm sorry your father over-reacted earlier,' her mother threw a sharp glance in the direction of her father, 'however, it really doesn't bother us that much that your best friends are male. We're sure that you are capable of making the right decisions for yourself and we should have more faith in your decisions. If these boys have never yet hurt you and you feel that they won't ever hurt you, than we have no problem with it.'
Hermione could tell as her mother finished her pathetically lame lecture... apology... whatever, that her father was gritting his teeth something shocking. However, Hermione took this in her stride smiling broadly at her parents.
'Good, I'm glad. Because any day now they'll be here to pick me up and take me back to Ron's place for the rest of the holidays.' She finished before walking off into the kitchen to get herself some afternoon tea, leaving her parents a little dumbstruck.
'Honey?' her mother called from the lounge room.
'What?'
'How come you have to leave so soon? And why didn't you tell us this earlier?'
Hermione rolled her eyes, 'mum, Ron's younger sister Ginny, wrote me and told me she'd be here in the next few days to pick me up. I thought I'd tell you later.'
Hermione spun around with shock as she heard a giggle sound from behind her. 'Typical, go blaming it on little ol' me!'
AN: Well? What do you think ey? Pretty lame, but it's only the first chapter. Promise the next one will be longer please in the mean time RR , e-mail me ( stargirl14bigpond.com ) and check out and register at my forums to discuss my fics you all,
Millie
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other related indicia, they belong to JKRowling. The best author of all time.
AN: Hey, Millie here to haunt you again YEY!!! does happy dance it's my Winter holidays now, only two weeks, but it's enough to get some work done on my fanfics ey? please read. I hope you enjoy, I'll try and update asap
CHAPTER 1 - Letters -
Hermione-
How have your holidays been so far? Mine have been, as usual and as to be expected, pretty boring and dull stuck here at Privet Drive. So I sincerely hope that your holidays are better than mine.
Have you been in contact with Ron or Ginny? I've written, but I haven't gotten a response. I've also been keeping in contact with Neville, and you'll never guess who else wrote to me! Luna! She's a strange one that girl, but both her and Neville say they are fine which is good. I also wrote to Professor Lupin he hasn't written back either though.
Sorry I haven't already written to you, but I'm not sure where you are and I know this has never stopped me before, but I don't believe that your parents would appreciate hundreds of owls flocking in and out of the house if you're at home. So again, sorry.
I hope that you are alright and I hope that you reply. It feels like last summer all over again, but this time I understand and I know what's going on. So I'm not angry or hurt, just miserable and bored.
Anyway, I gotta go. Uncle Vernon's yelling something at me from downstairs. Hope you're well. – Harry
A soft smile found it's way to Hermione's face as she ran her delicate fingers over the words that her best friend wrote.
'Oh shut-up!' she exclaimed playfully as her parents oohed and aahed over Hedwig.
'Darling, why couldn't you have gotten yourself an owl like this? You've sent her with letters to us before,' her mother countered.
'Exactly.' Hermione replied simply as she pulled out a fresh roll of parchment. 'I wanted a cat. I knew an owl would be useful, but I always just use my best friends owl here, her name is Hedwig.'
'What, the owl or the best friend?'
'Oh honestly dad! The owl!' Hermione said in an exasperated tone as a bemused expression crossed her face at the one of puzzlement on her fathers.
'Honey ...' her mother began, a question clear yet undecipherable on her face.
'Hmm?'
'That girl with the red hair, Ginny is it?'
'Yeah ...' Hermione nodded slowly.
'I presume that she is the one who is your best friend, I mean you've never actually told us before who is your best friend? They're only ever referred as "your best friend".'
'The reason I've never told you is because I know you'll make a big fuss.' Hermione replied absently.
'Why is that?' her mother queried snappishly.
'Because I actually have two best friends; the one who owns this beautiful owl here is Harry, and the other one is Ginny's older brother Ron.'
'Boys!' her father exclaimed.
'This is exactly what I mean! I'm not a child daddy. I'm now sixteen, it's only a year 'til I'm of age! These boys are really nice boys, they've never hurt me and I doubt they ever will and before you even mention it, I'm still a virgin and they've never tried to have sex with me! I mean for crying out loud, I think they're still virgins! We don't even have conversations like that! They are just my friends!' Hermione exclaimed as she emphasized every syllable in her last sentence, getting rather flustered.
'Honey ...' her mother began, but Hermione grabbed her stuff and walked out of the room. She climbed the flight of stairs before turning down another corridor to which her room was at the end of. Upon reaching her bedroom, she closed the door and locked it, then walked over to her bed and sat down, beginning to write when Hedwig flew through the open window.
Harry! Of course my parents don't mind the owls, they've just spent half an hour fawning over Hedwig and scolding me for not buying an owl like her! So it's about time that you wrote, mind, perhaps I'm better off waiting for your letters, that would have to be one of the longest letters you've ever written to me, and that's saying something!
Anyway, I'm fine but my holidays have been boring. And not having an owl, I couldn't write to any of you! Speaking of which, Ginny wrote me a short letter, all it said though was that they were back at headquarters, it was mayhem, and they'd have guards to come pick us both up within the next two weeks. That was nine days ago though, so hopefully any day now they'll be here and we can see everyone again.
Oh! Ginny also told me to tell you she's sorry for not replying, as is Ron. She also said that they have a surprise for both of us, and that we're gonna hate it to bits. There are apparently loads of new order members and now there are a lot of them living at the headquarters. It should be interesting. I'm sure that its better than being stuck with your Aunt and Uncle.
You and Ginny are the only ones who have written to me, and yes, you're right. Luna is extremely strange, and even that is an understatement.
I can't wait to see you again! I miss you so much!
Sorry about that little outburst but it's the truth. I'm glad to hear that it sounds like you're holding up these holidays and that you're coping.
Me on the other hand...
You know what, I never realized this, but you know I've never ever told my parents that you and Ron were my best friends, I guess subconsciously I knew that when they found out they'd go spare like they did just a few minutes ago. You know, the whole deal of I am their daughter and only child so they are really protective of me. For me to have male best friends I think struck them with shock. I did make sure to tell them though, that you guys would never hurt me. I just hope that they trust me on this one.
Oh well. I hope that you are well.
With all my Love,
-Hermione
She looked over her finished work, proud of it. She rolled it up and attached it to Hadwig's leg before opening her window once again to let her out. Hermione stood by and watched as Hedwig flew off into the distance.
She decided that she had now had enough time to cool down and so had her parents, so she went downstairs to be greeted with imminent death. At least that's what she thought she'd be greeted with. However, upon arrival in the lounge room she saw her parents sitting on one of the couches quietly discussing things over a cup of tea. She timidly walked into their view not wanting to disturb them, however, as she was walking past her mother stopped her discussion with her father.
'Hermione.' She said sternly making Hermione groan inwardly.
'Yes mum?'
'Love, look. I'm sorry your father over-reacted earlier,' her mother threw a sharp glance in the direction of her father, 'however, it really doesn't bother us that much that your best friends are male. We're sure that you are capable of making the right decisions for yourself and we should have more faith in your decisions. If these boys have never yet hurt you and you feel that they won't ever hurt you, than we have no problem with it.'
Hermione could tell as her mother finished her pathetically lame lecture... apology... whatever, that her father was gritting his teeth something shocking. However, Hermione took this in her stride smiling broadly at her parents.
'Good, I'm glad. Because any day now they'll be here to pick me up and take me back to Ron's place for the rest of the holidays.' She finished before walking off into the kitchen to get herself some afternoon tea, leaving her parents a little dumbstruck.
'Honey?' her mother called from the lounge room.
'What?'
'How come you have to leave so soon? And why didn't you tell us this earlier?'
Hermione rolled her eyes, 'mum, Ron's younger sister Ginny, wrote me and told me she'd be here in the next few days to pick me up. I thought I'd tell you later.'
Hermione spun around with shock as she heard a giggle sound from behind her. 'Typical, go blaming it on little ol' me!'
AN: Well? What do you think ey? Pretty lame, but it's only the first chapter. Promise the next one will be longer please in the mean time RR , e-mail me ( stargirl14bigpond.com ) and check out and register at my forums to discuss my fics you all,
Millie