"Dragon Heart"
Chapter One
"Accepting Who You Are"
The morning started with a fresh golden sun peeking over deep purple mountains.The valleys and hills below were suddenly painted in the rich and warming glow of the sun.Sleepy flowers stretched toward the cloudless morning sky to address the coming of another hot but gorgeous summer day.The clear and cheerful song of an early morning bird played softly high in an elm tree next to a cozy little home.The house was a small but a comfortable two-storied home painted in a fresh coat of virgin white surrounded by holly bushes.The dark green window shutters were open to reveal clear and clean windows with delicate summer flowers blooming out of the flower boxes.A single window on the second story was opened to let in any breeze that past by.A woman in her early forty's walk by.She was a short,average sized women with shoulder length deep hazel hair and warm cinnamon eyes.She was wearing a knee-lenght lavender colored dress accompied by a pair of matching sandels.She stopped outside an old oak door and knocked gently.
"Hermoine,my dear.It's time to get up.You don't want to miss the train to school."said the woman in a sweet voice.
A sound of a muffled yawn and a shuffling of feet came to the door.The door slowly opened to reveal a sleepy young lady with long bushy hair and cinnamon eyes.Her name was Hermoine Granger and she was the fresh,ripe age of seventeen.
"I'm up."said Hermoine.
"About time.This is your last year at Hogwarts,my dear.Soon you'll be out of the house and on your own."said the woman."Now go an get ready.We're supposed to meet Harry and Ron at the train station in an hour."
Hermoine turned back into her room and shut the door.She slowly etched her way toward the bay window in her room to open the curtains.A fresh touch of morning sunlight filtered through the room.Hermoine turned around to look at her room.Everything was neatly arranged.Three oak bookshelves rested by her bedroom door.Tons of books littered every shelf and a single mantel clock rested upon one of shelves.A corner nightstand crowned with and old burgandy Victorian lamp rested in a corner next to a canopy bed hidden by beige lace curtains.Her school things stood next to her closet door which a large,oval mirror with a golden frame and legs stood in a corner..Crookshanks,her large orange cat,slept peacfully upon the cushioned window sill.Hermoine rested a delicate hand uopn the cat's head and began to pet him.
"Time to rise and shine."Hermoine said.
Crookshanks opened his olive-colored eyes and began to stretch and yawn.
"I must get ready."Hermoine said as she looked at the old mantel clock that rested on one of the bookshelves.
She walked over to her closet and grabbed her school uniform.She stripped of her long white summer nightgown and put on a pair of clean unmentionables.She then quickly put on her school uniform and brushed her hair back.She glanced in the mirror.Her reflection showed a pale yet strong young woman.Her hair was still bushy but her teeth were still straight and white.Her figure was still that of a young girl,small,thin,and very little curves, and for that,Hermoine disliked herself.She quickly looked away to avoid any further investigation of herself.She knew that what her parents inheirited to her was what she must be thankful for.Though she received a genius brain and quick thoughts,which she was gladly thankful for,she wished that she could have been blessed with a more lustrous body.But she knew that one way or another,she would have to accept who she was.
Chapter One
"Accepting Who You Are"
The morning started with a fresh golden sun peeking over deep purple mountains.The valleys and hills below were suddenly painted in the rich and warming glow of the sun.Sleepy flowers stretched toward the cloudless morning sky to address the coming of another hot but gorgeous summer day.The clear and cheerful song of an early morning bird played softly high in an elm tree next to a cozy little home.The house was a small but a comfortable two-storied home painted in a fresh coat of virgin white surrounded by holly bushes.The dark green window shutters were open to reveal clear and clean windows with delicate summer flowers blooming out of the flower boxes.A single window on the second story was opened to let in any breeze that past by.A woman in her early forty's walk by.She was a short,average sized women with shoulder length deep hazel hair and warm cinnamon eyes.She was wearing a knee-lenght lavender colored dress accompied by a pair of matching sandels.She stopped outside an old oak door and knocked gently.
"Hermoine,my dear.It's time to get up.You don't want to miss the train to school."said the woman in a sweet voice.
A sound of a muffled yawn and a shuffling of feet came to the door.The door slowly opened to reveal a sleepy young lady with long bushy hair and cinnamon eyes.Her name was Hermoine Granger and she was the fresh,ripe age of seventeen.
"I'm up."said Hermoine.
"About time.This is your last year at Hogwarts,my dear.Soon you'll be out of the house and on your own."said the woman."Now go an get ready.We're supposed to meet Harry and Ron at the train station in an hour."
Hermoine turned back into her room and shut the door.She slowly etched her way toward the bay window in her room to open the curtains.A fresh touch of morning sunlight filtered through the room.Hermoine turned around to look at her room.Everything was neatly arranged.Three oak bookshelves rested by her bedroom door.Tons of books littered every shelf and a single mantel clock rested upon one of shelves.A corner nightstand crowned with and old burgandy Victorian lamp rested in a corner next to a canopy bed hidden by beige lace curtains.Her school things stood next to her closet door which a large,oval mirror with a golden frame and legs stood in a corner..Crookshanks,her large orange cat,slept peacfully upon the cushioned window sill.Hermoine rested a delicate hand uopn the cat's head and began to pet him.
"Time to rise and shine."Hermoine said.
Crookshanks opened his olive-colored eyes and began to stretch and yawn.
"I must get ready."Hermoine said as she looked at the old mantel clock that rested on one of the bookshelves.
She walked over to her closet and grabbed her school uniform.She stripped of her long white summer nightgown and put on a pair of clean unmentionables.She then quickly put on her school uniform and brushed her hair back.She glanced in the mirror.Her reflection showed a pale yet strong young woman.Her hair was still bushy but her teeth were still straight and white.Her figure was still that of a young girl,small,thin,and very little curves, and for that,Hermoine disliked herself.She quickly looked away to avoid any further investigation of herself.She knew that what her parents inheirited to her was what she must be thankful for.Though she received a genius brain and quick thoughts,which she was gladly thankful for,she wished that she could have been blessed with a more lustrous body.But she knew that one way or another,she would have to accept who she was.