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Chapter 1

Hermione sat in her bedroom, anxiously looking out of the window.  She had entered in a Muggle contest, and the results were to return today.

"Oh please, please, please…" she said to herself, drumming her fingers on her desk.

          'This is pointless. I should do something to pass the time,' she thought to herself.

          She got up and dug through her trunk. She pulled out her Game Boy.

          'Three levels away from the mothership, and I still can't concentrate. Maybe I should study or something.' She thought.

          She pulled out Magical Healthcare: Cure Curses and Heal Hexes, Volume V, and began to read.

'My God, how boring. Who wants to know 6 remedies for the pineapple hex?' she thought.

          She heard a faint tapping on the window.

          "Yes!" she exclaimed.

          She went to the window and let the scrawny post owl in. Her mum had given it to her for her birthday. The owl yelped as she hastily shut the cage door on the poor thing's leg. 

          "Sorry," she murmured as she ripped open the envelope.

NEW!

Carlton Cleets's quick money earning program!

Fix up old homes and sell them for more!

Profits reported up to TWO THOUSAND GALLEONS!

Order now!

"Arrrrgh!!" she screamed, as she tore the letter into two thousand pieces. "How could I have been so stupid? It wouldn't come by owl…"

"Honey?" she heard her mother shout up the stairs.

"Yes, Mother…" she half-sighed.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was greeted with a concerned look from her mum.

"'Mione, is everything alright? I heard you yell," she asked.

"It's alright, Mum," Hermione answered. "I just got another one of those Carlton Cleets things in the mail. I've been getting those ever since the incident with-"

"Oh!" Her mum interrupted. "In the mail! That reminds me. You got this today." She handed Hermione a neat white envelope.

Hermione ran back up to her room and tore open the envelope. 'You selfish git, you forgot to tell your mum thanks,' the nasty little voice inside her head said.

"Oh, shut up," she replied, and started reading.

Dear Miss Granger,

          You have been entered in our sweepstakes to attend and be a contestant on High Stakes Trivia. You are… a winner! Please invite two (2) of your friends to participate in the show also. Attached are two (2) forms on which the other participants will enter their information. The show will be on Tuesday, June 8th, at 6:30 PM. Please return the attached forms by Friday, May 30th.

          Sincerely,

                   Robert Gohort

"Yes, yes, yes!!" Hermione screamed as she jumped up and down. "I'm gonna be on the sho-ow, I'm gonna be on the sho-ow!" She sang, and she danced on her bed.

She raced down the stairs and hugged her mum, making her spill hot gravy all over the stove.

"Mum! I won! I won!!" she screamed.

"That's great dear…" She began, but Hermione had already run off to tell her dad.

          Hermione sat down at her desk. She was still overly excited, but she calmed down enough to hold her quill.

          'I guess I'll have to send a letter to Dumbledore in order to get Harry, so I guess I'll write Ron's first.' She thought.

Dear Ron,

          I won my sweepstakes! My letter said that I could invite two friends to be on the show with me. It's a television show. A television is a little box that has moving pictures and is run by electricity. Well, never mind, I'll explain it when you get here. You're coming. You know that, right? You're coming whether you like it or not. You might as well spend the rest of the summer holidays here, too. I need to send a letter to Dumbledore asking him if it's okay for Harry to come, too. My dad wasn't too thrilled with having two boys over for the whole summer, but he agreed, only because it was you two. If you can come, please come on the sixth. We would come to get you, but I don't think we could find our way. And besides, your neighbours wouldn't be to happy if a rusty old Muggle car drove up in your… erm… yard. If the Dursleys don't let Harry come, can you get Fred or George to get him? He's definitely coming, too. Well, I guess that's all. See you on the sixth!

                Hermione

P.S.- Hope you're having a good holiday so far!

          'Good enough,' she thought. She folded the letter and tied it to her owl's leg.

          "Give this to Ron, okay?"

          The owl squawked as a reply and flew out the open window.

          Hermione proceeded to write a letter to Dumbledore.

(A/n: Sorry this chapter doesn't really have a point, but it's just an introduction. I have half of chapter two written, and it will be up soon. Please check back often. It will most likely be up by Christmas! Happy holidays, guys!)