chapter 1-the reunion
It was a cold foggy day in which it is most likely you would start a fire and curl up in an extra blanket to read a book. That was not the case though. A tall Raven haired adult was walking casually down the street using long strides and he had both hands deep down in his pocket. His hair was whipping around his face making it more messy than it ever had been. Although he gave off the impression that he was one of those tall scrawny weaklings it wasn't true. He was a quidditch player which made him stronger than you could imagine. His face seemed to hold much wisdom as he looked at everything around him enjoying the sight of life being lived in peace. Much to the contrary to what life was like when he was in school.
Yes of course by now you know who this famous character is, the famous Harry Potter. He looked much wiser than the 20 years he has lived but at the same time he had a childish glow in his eyes from the exitement of seeing an old friend. Friend was too weak of a word. There was no word strong enough to fit the friendship that he and Hermione Granger shared.
Harry was walking briskly to the train station to meet Hermione after not seeing her for 2 years. They of course kept in touch but because of demanding schedules they were never able to make a trip to see eachother. That would finally change. Hermione had decided that her life as a researcher for a big time university was to busy and stressful. She wasn't able to enjoy life in big time London that way and she wanted to move away to somewhere more secluded.
She shared these thoughts with Harry in one letter and he wrote back quickly to tell her that she should come live with him in his cottage outside of a small village. It was out in the farming land of England and was very secluded and hard to find. There were reasons for this. Naturally, Harry Potter would not be able to live in the city where girls would always be falling at his feet and fans always wanting an autograph.
After hearing all of this Hermione quickly took the oppurtunity and went looking for a new job that was in that general area. She had found a teaching job at a near by muggle school. To her it would be very interesting teaching muggle students.
So everything was settled and Harry was off to the train station to pick her up. When he finally arrived he looked at his watch to see that he was late. 'Dang' he reprimended himself 'aren't you going to make a good impression. After not seeing eachother for two years you have to be late. Always late Potter.'
Somebody voiced that last part outloud though, as if reading his thoughts. He looked around trying to find the source of the voice. His eyes finally stopped and found himself staring at his long lost bestfriend who was only standing a couple feet away. The world seemed to stop as they just stared at eachother taking in how much each of them has grown. Harry's heart seemed to speed up a tad bit as he looked at Hermione in front of him. Her eyes were still the same chocolate brown and of course her hair was still bushy. Although it had been tamed somewhat it was still its same cute bushiness. Her face was a pretty complection and looked younge although it seemed to hold much knoledge of everything around her. She had grown taller although she only came to Harry's nose. Her figure wasn't perfect....but whose was?
Harry's stares were returned from Hermione. Her insides seemed to have done a flip flop as she looked up into Harry's face. He seemed to have matured so much over the years but held the same youthful love of life that he always had. His eyes that piercing emerald green were searching into her own and she seemed to be slowly drowning in them. The world was dissolving around them into nothing. She cought site that he was still the thin as ever Harry just only about 2 feet taller than when she first met him. Her whole body warmed at the thought that she was finally going to be living with Harry and be apart of his life again.
They were rudely pulled back to reality when a person not looking to where he was going rammed into Hermione shoving her into Harry who luckily caught her before she fell and put her up right. They finally was able to speak words.
"Somethings will never change Harry." Hermione teased.
"Like what?" Harry questioned.
"Always being late."
"Or always being a know it all."
"Or always being a bad procrastinator."
"Welcome back Hermione. I have missed you so much." Harry spoke softly and enveloped her in his arms.
"Nice to be back with you Harry." Hermione whispered back.
They finally pulled apart and they were reminded that it was extremelly cold outside and it would be best if they headed to the cottage. Harry helped Hermione with some of her stuff although there was not much. Harry was the first one to speak as they were walking out of the village. "You pack very light. Is this all you need?"
"Oh no, I am will summon it later when we get there. I have a special summoning charm that I looked up which has the object you are summoning become invisible for long distance journeys. How far is the cottage out of town?"
Harry just smiled at how Hermione had not changed a bit. Always talking about a spell she had just found in a book. "Well, its about 20 miles outside of town but we do not have to walk that far. About a block outside of the village there is a small grove of trees that people believe are haunted so no body dares goes in there. I find it a quite peaceful place to go think. It is safe to apparate to the cottage from the grove. Its funny how supersticious the whole town is. Nobody talks to me thinking I am some drifter that will go and murder them all in there sleep."
Hermione laughed at the thought that anybody could actually think that Harry could hurt a fly. Although they had a lot they wanted to catch up on they stayed silent until they arrived at the grove just enjoying the company of eachother. Hermione Oohed and aahhed at the grove. It was an old graveyard that had a grove built around it. The trees were very old and the branches were snarled and tangled into eachothers branches making it hard to see the sky. Hermione had to admit that it would be a peaceful place to think and had its own charm. Harry stopped and held out his hand for Hermione to hold so they could apparate together to the cottage. Hermione loved the warmth of his hand around own hand but she didnt have much time to think about it very long before there was a small pop and she was outside the most charming house she had ever seen.
Harry did not let go of her hand and gave her hand a small squeeze as he said quietly, "Welcome to the cottage."
(A/N) Well, there we go. The beginning of a story and I would if this story is like to know worth continueing. I was laying in bed last night not able to sleep and I was thinking of all the fluff stories I had read and I wanted to write one of my own. So this was what I had in mind. I already have a couple of chapters planned out and I should be able to write them over my winter break. I should be working on my other story but I like the fluff in this one. But i want to continue with my mystery. well please r/r and give me some input on whether I should continue with this story or not and whether people would read it or not.
It was a cold foggy day in which it is most likely you would start a fire and curl up in an extra blanket to read a book. That was not the case though. A tall Raven haired adult was walking casually down the street using long strides and he had both hands deep down in his pocket. His hair was whipping around his face making it more messy than it ever had been. Although he gave off the impression that he was one of those tall scrawny weaklings it wasn't true. He was a quidditch player which made him stronger than you could imagine. His face seemed to hold much wisdom as he looked at everything around him enjoying the sight of life being lived in peace. Much to the contrary to what life was like when he was in school.
Yes of course by now you know who this famous character is, the famous Harry Potter. He looked much wiser than the 20 years he has lived but at the same time he had a childish glow in his eyes from the exitement of seeing an old friend. Friend was too weak of a word. There was no word strong enough to fit the friendship that he and Hermione Granger shared.
Harry was walking briskly to the train station to meet Hermione after not seeing her for 2 years. They of course kept in touch but because of demanding schedules they were never able to make a trip to see eachother. That would finally change. Hermione had decided that her life as a researcher for a big time university was to busy and stressful. She wasn't able to enjoy life in big time London that way and she wanted to move away to somewhere more secluded.
She shared these thoughts with Harry in one letter and he wrote back quickly to tell her that she should come live with him in his cottage outside of a small village. It was out in the farming land of England and was very secluded and hard to find. There were reasons for this. Naturally, Harry Potter would not be able to live in the city where girls would always be falling at his feet and fans always wanting an autograph.
After hearing all of this Hermione quickly took the oppurtunity and went looking for a new job that was in that general area. She had found a teaching job at a near by muggle school. To her it would be very interesting teaching muggle students.
So everything was settled and Harry was off to the train station to pick her up. When he finally arrived he looked at his watch to see that he was late. 'Dang' he reprimended himself 'aren't you going to make a good impression. After not seeing eachother for two years you have to be late. Always late Potter.'
Somebody voiced that last part outloud though, as if reading his thoughts. He looked around trying to find the source of the voice. His eyes finally stopped and found himself staring at his long lost bestfriend who was only standing a couple feet away. The world seemed to stop as they just stared at eachother taking in how much each of them has grown. Harry's heart seemed to speed up a tad bit as he looked at Hermione in front of him. Her eyes were still the same chocolate brown and of course her hair was still bushy. Although it had been tamed somewhat it was still its same cute bushiness. Her face was a pretty complection and looked younge although it seemed to hold much knoledge of everything around her. She had grown taller although she only came to Harry's nose. Her figure wasn't perfect....but whose was?
Harry's stares were returned from Hermione. Her insides seemed to have done a flip flop as she looked up into Harry's face. He seemed to have matured so much over the years but held the same youthful love of life that he always had. His eyes that piercing emerald green were searching into her own and she seemed to be slowly drowning in them. The world was dissolving around them into nothing. She cought site that he was still the thin as ever Harry just only about 2 feet taller than when she first met him. Her whole body warmed at the thought that she was finally going to be living with Harry and be apart of his life again.
They were rudely pulled back to reality when a person not looking to where he was going rammed into Hermione shoving her into Harry who luckily caught her before she fell and put her up right. They finally was able to speak words.
"Somethings will never change Harry." Hermione teased.
"Like what?" Harry questioned.
"Always being late."
"Or always being a know it all."
"Or always being a bad procrastinator."
"Welcome back Hermione. I have missed you so much." Harry spoke softly and enveloped her in his arms.
"Nice to be back with you Harry." Hermione whispered back.
They finally pulled apart and they were reminded that it was extremelly cold outside and it would be best if they headed to the cottage. Harry helped Hermione with some of her stuff although there was not much. Harry was the first one to speak as they were walking out of the village. "You pack very light. Is this all you need?"
"Oh no, I am will summon it later when we get there. I have a special summoning charm that I looked up which has the object you are summoning become invisible for long distance journeys. How far is the cottage out of town?"
Harry just smiled at how Hermione had not changed a bit. Always talking about a spell she had just found in a book. "Well, its about 20 miles outside of town but we do not have to walk that far. About a block outside of the village there is a small grove of trees that people believe are haunted so no body dares goes in there. I find it a quite peaceful place to go think. It is safe to apparate to the cottage from the grove. Its funny how supersticious the whole town is. Nobody talks to me thinking I am some drifter that will go and murder them all in there sleep."
Hermione laughed at the thought that anybody could actually think that Harry could hurt a fly. Although they had a lot they wanted to catch up on they stayed silent until they arrived at the grove just enjoying the company of eachother. Hermione Oohed and aahhed at the grove. It was an old graveyard that had a grove built around it. The trees were very old and the branches were snarled and tangled into eachothers branches making it hard to see the sky. Hermione had to admit that it would be a peaceful place to think and had its own charm. Harry stopped and held out his hand for Hermione to hold so they could apparate together to the cottage. Hermione loved the warmth of his hand around own hand but she didnt have much time to think about it very long before there was a small pop and she was outside the most charming house she had ever seen.
Harry did not let go of her hand and gave her hand a small squeeze as he said quietly, "Welcome to the cottage."
(A/N) Well, there we go. The beginning of a story and I would if this story is like to know worth continueing. I was laying in bed last night not able to sleep and I was thinking of all the fluff stories I had read and I wanted to write one of my own. So this was what I had in mind. I already have a couple of chapters planned out and I should be able to write them over my winter break. I should be working on my other story but I like the fluff in this one. But i want to continue with my mystery. well please r/r and give me some input on whether I should continue with this story or not and whether people would read it or not.