AN: I'm only 11 years old and just wanted to try out writing a story so cut me some slack if I did something bad or made spelling or grammar mistakes. Also this is my first fan fic. Hope you enjoy. I don't own anything.
Harry struggled to keep his incredibly stiff back rigid, him and Hermione had been sitting here for what felt like hours and they ached all over due to the "standards" they had to keep up with as teenagers in the 16th century. They had got bored in church, started horsing around and were now paying the price. They still hadn't got the hang of the fact that where (or to be more precise when) they were, children never disobeyed an order or went out of line or they faced serious consequences from their parents -if their parents were average- but thankfully Harry's mother wasn't that kind of person.
"I understand sir, it won't happen again sir."
The vicar left the house with one last disapproving look and harry's mother turned round to look at them both.
"Really I don't know what you were both thinking, you know we can't afford to draw attention to ourselves, do you want us to be burnt?"
Harry and Hermione knew she was kidding but it still brought a sense of the reality of the situation.
"Sorry Mrs Potter, we know it was bad but-" Hermione began.
"I don't need an apology I just need to tell you that it was a very foolish thing to do."
Hermione bit her lip, Harry knew that she hated having anything even related to her being called foolish but also knew that Harry's mum was right. Harry was still getting over the fact that his mum was here with them, not a vision or ghost. Though that didn't mean that he would forgive Hermione for what she had done
AN: What do you think for a first try? I know it was short but I am trying to do lots of chapters not really long chapters and only have two of them or something… Anyway. Please review!