Grown-Up Christmas List
By Jasmyne Knight
Disclaimer: Yahdah yahdah yahdah. Do I really need to say that I came up with the plot and crap?
I Own:
Celeste Burdgess
Doctor
Nurse
Hospital
Real estate outfit
And the plot, of course.
J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter Characters, and Amy Grant owns "Grown-Up Christmas List."
There.
DONE.
Chapter 1:
History of Her Past
Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee,
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies.
Well, I'm all grown-up now,
And still need help somehow.
I'm not a child,
But my heart still can dream.
So here's my lifelong wish,
My grown-up Christmas list;
Not for myself,
But for a world in need.
No more lives torn apart,
That wars would never start,
And time would heal all hearts.
And everyone would have a friend,
And right would always win,
And love would never end.
This is my grown-up Christmas list.
As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree
Well heaven surely knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul.
No more lives torn apart,
That wars would never start,
And time would heal all hearts.
And everyone would have a friend,
And right would always win,
And love would never end.
This is my grown-up Christmas list.
What is this illusion called?
the innocence of youth?
Maybe only in our blind belief
can we ever find the truth.
No more lives torn apart,
That wars would never start,
And time would heal all hearts.
And everyone would have a friend,
And right would always win,
And love would never end, oh.
This is my grown-up Christmas list.
This is my grown-up Christmas list.
The little bushy haired brunette girl was standing patiently in line to see Santa Clause at the Westfield London Shopping Centre. She clutched her latest book to her chest, and gripped her letter tightly in one hand.
The small, crowded area was loud with excited children, and yelling parents. The whole place was bustling with Christmas Spirit.
Her parents were holding hands, and smiling at their six-year-old daughter. She didn't notice though; she was too busy thinking about Santa coming to her house, and hiding presents under the tree.
Soon she was sitting in Santa's lap. She handed her letter pleasantly towards him. He thanked her, and they got their picture taken.
Hermione gave him a hug, and went back to her parents who were waiting for her at the exit.
They continued their shopping, and then headed back to the car.
Hermione read her book in her car seat in the back of her parents car. Yes, she was reading at a young age. She was already in the Second Year, so, why not?
Four Years Later
Hermione was older now, and weird things were beginning to happen. Sometimes, as little kids often do, she threw a fit at her mom for making her go to bed early and caused the fire sprinklers to go off. Since her parents are muggles, they didn't blame her. Little did they know, two teachers at a special school were watching her with great interest.
Life During School
Life at Hogwarts was great. Her boyfriend was her best friend, and her boyfriends sister was in love with her boyfriends best friend. Hermione expected that after the war, and things calmed down, she and Ron would get married. Although, Hermione has no clue to the things that were about to come to pass…
Authors Note:
Hello! Sorry that I haven't been keeping up on much writing, I lost all my papers for Torn Between Two, and I have been struggling to get them written back up into shape. In the meantime, I have been writing this story between classes at school. So far, I have like four chapters written, and I plan on getting them all updated today. :D So, ENJOY!
~Jasmyne Knight
The song was "Grown-Up Christmas List" by Amy Grant. I will be referring to this song during individual parts of this story.