Disclaimer: Just in case you didn't know, I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: I am so happy that I started this FanFic! I've got the whole story in my head so all I've got to do is get it onto paper, or in this case, a Word document.
Hermione was bustling about the kitchen, her bushy hair tied behind her. Harry, Ginny, and their children were to come over, and Hermione was busy preparing dinner for both families. She magically peeled carrots, sliced potatoes, and marinated the chicken, and yet she still had to stumble around doing the rest by hand.
As she drained the macaroni in the sink, she glimpsed a face. With a shriek, she dropped the colander on its nose, her scream covering up the sound of a loud pop in the background.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, panic escaping with his words. He had his wand drawn and at the ready as he approached Hermione. She simply stood paralyzed with shock, staring at where she had seen the face. Ron carefully edged towards the sink and looked in.
"What?" Ron questioned, loosening up just a little bit. Hermione hesitantly looked back in the sink before replying.
"I thought I had seen something." No. She KNEW she had seen something. It was bright and clear as day, but there was something peculiar about it, in a good way. Hermione had sensed, not magic, in the being, but something stronger, something radiant.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Ron inquired, seeing Hermione's pale face.
"Yes, Yes," she replied hurriedly, "Probably just a little stressed."
Ron offered in a concerned voice, "Maybe you should take a break. I can make-"
"No!" Hermione interrupted. Knowing Ron, she knew that if he took over the cooking, the house would be burnt down in seconds. "I can handle the cooking. Why don't you go clean up the house? We want it to look nice when Harry comes over," she suggested. Typically, Ron would argue, but he could sense that Hermione wanted to be alone right now so he made his way upstairs.
With a sigh, Hermione turned back to the sink and cautiously lifted the colander up, wand at the ready. There was nothing there. She took a breath and went back to cooking. She had a dinner to make.
AN: Squee! I'm seriously thrilled to be starting this. The only thing is that I have another story in progress so I'm going to try updating both every weekend now. Wish me good luck! Also, please review and thanks for reading!
