Johanna Potter and the Whole of the Moon Prologue&In Which It's Just Another Day, a harry potter fanfic

Johanna Potter and the Whole of the Moon

Prologue: In Which I Am Confused By Myself

Hey, everyone! Johanna here with the second installment of my epic tale of epicness. Hope you enjoy the epic! Also epic. Epic.

RandomFandom: Stop saying epic or I'll take over doing the opening ANs for this one.

Johanna: Eep. Oh yeah, and the stick in the mud up there doesn't own Harry Potter.

RandomFandom: Stick in the mud?! Why you—*starts chasing Johanna, pauses to talk to you for a second* Read on! *resumes chasing her OC*

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One thing you need to know about me is that I like the things I hate.

For example, I like Potions. I'm good at it. I hate it because of Professor Snape. I like Slytherins because of one of my best friends, Charlotte DuCrall (or, as everyone calls her, Charli). She's a Slytherin, and one of the nicest people I know.

So, my point is, I refer to a lot of stuff as "the best and worst." One of them is my second year (two others are my seventh year and the year after Harry's seventh, but I'm not going to get into that right now). I liked it because I learned a lot about myself. I learned that I like being busy. I learned that Muggle stuff is better than wizard stuff. Also, I learned that I'm secure. I'm proud of who I am, and I wouldn't want to change a thing. Not even—but that comes later in this story.

And so, as I said before...enjoy!

Chapter One: In Which It's Just Another Day

Most people were inside at 5:45. They didn't want to see the sunrise. They didn't want to go outside before the day heated up.

But then again, we had never been "most people."

Which is why, at a time of morning when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and Percy were asleep, we sneaked around the side of the Burrow to our bikes and rode out of the yard and up the road.

We stuffed items such as sunblock, packs of crisps, sandwiches, and changes of clothes into our bike baskets. We were rarely the kind of people to plan ahead. This was one of the occasions when we did.

The construction site was about a mile away. We (meaning me, the twins, Ron, and Ginny, by the way) rode our bikes there. We got off and stood there, just admiring. It may not sound special to you, but it housed something amazing.

We carefully picked our way over the piles of rubble. Well, at least Ron and Ginny did. The twins and I just scrambled over rocks and tried to get to the pool faster than the others.

It wasn't a pool, really. It was more of a pond. It was actually a glade. It was just behind the construction site, and just beyond a filthy rubbish-covered highway. That's why we called it The Oasis, because that's what it was, an oasis. It was concealed from view by trees. There was only a small circle of trees because the others had been chopped down to make room for the highway. Inside the trees was a garden. The light was dappled. The grass was soft and bright green. The wildflowers popped up unexpectedly beneath our feet. The pool...it was amazing. We thought someone had enchanted it or something a while back. The waves swished gently back and forth. It was relievingly cool. The summer was wildly hot, and we needed a place to cool our feet, and what better place than our special place?

We arrived there. I instantly took off my shoes and jumped up to climb a tree. Not to brag, but I'm the best tree-climber in Ottery St. Catchpole. I rule over the trees. Trees cower before me. I don't know why I'm talking like this.

There was a small cliff by the side of the pool. It was only about ten feet above the surface of the water, and a narrow piece of rock stretched out about ten feet also. It was our diving board.

I decided to be a daredevil. "Watch this!" I holl-ered. I stood up on my thick branch. I took a deep breath and sprang up. I turned over and over in a flip before I hit the water hard. Fred and George clapped and whistled. Ron and Ginny stared at me in awe. I smirked. He didn't put his elbow in the butter when I talked to him, but I get the feeling that Ron had a bit of a crush on me. That is, he did, until a lee-tle someone came into play (*cough* Hermione *cough cough*).

I doggy-paddled over to the edge of the water, put my elbows up on the grass, and rested my chin on my arms. The twins slid down the rock they were sitting on and landed Indian-style on the ground in front of me.

"Hey, Johanna," whispered Fred, leaning in. "We've been pretty low-key for a few weeks." I grinned mischievously.

"What should we do this time?" We had been pretty bored all summer, since it was the summer after our first year and we hadn't gotten used to not being at Hogwarts yet. Well, we never would until after we "graduated." Anyway, as always, we only had two things to keep us occupied. One, "science experiments." That's what we called it when we attempted to make joke shop products in our shared room that always ended in explosions. Two, pranking the others. Mainly Percy, because, you know, he's a ginormous prat and everything.

We discreetly got out some balloons and filled them with water from the pool. We tied them and stored them in the basket of my bike. We planned to throw them at Percy later on.

"Look!" said Ginny suddenly. We looked. The sun was coming up over the side of the hill that led down to the highway. Not to sound smushy or anything, but seeing the sunrise was my favorite part of the day, other than midnight. I felt that the two times had some key things in common. Not many people were awake to see them. One was the official start of a new day, and one was the universal start of a new day. But most of all, they were both peaceful. Still. Quiet. Nobody made them happen, they just...happened.

The others sat completely still until the sun was fully in the sky, then we jumped around cheering. I always climbed with the sun without realizing it. I slowly stood up, crossed the grass, and climbed a tree. I was up in the sky with the sun when we started cheering.

My gaze swept over the hill and the highway. I turned to look over at the construction site. It was mine. My territory. Well, our territory. Nobody other than us was allowed to think about it, enjoy it, like we did. We were fiercely protective of our turf.

After about three hours, we went home. We crossed the construction site and grabbed our bikes. Well, Ron and Ginny and the twins did. I insisted on bringing my bike to The Oasis. I didn't know why. I just liked to. We rode back, dumped our bikes behind the house, and ran inside.

I think of the Burrow as the definition of home. That, Hogwarts, and the memories I still have of the house in Godric's Hollow. The Burrow is just...it's where you dump your bike. It's where you can leave your stuff strewn all over the floor and do "science experiments." It's where you can run through the door and scream, "GUESS WHAT!" and you won't be chewed out by irate prefects. Well, Percy doesn't count. It's where the heart is. It's where you're forced to eat seconds and thirds at dinner. Basically what I'm saying is, it's where you have a real family.

The Weasleys, in turn, were my definition of a family. Seven kids and an adoptive daughter who's also two of those kids' best friend may not be your idea of family, but they are the family I have, not counting Harry and, of course, not counting the Dursleys. Bill was the oldest. We didn't get mad when he bossed us around. He was the one who broke it up when our fights went too far.

Charlie was the laid-back one. He basically let us do whatever we wanted. He told Bill to lay off us when he was particularly bossy. Bill was cool, but Charlie was cooler. He wanted to be a dragon-trainer.

Percy, of course, was the one that we always made fun of. We screeched, "HE SHUSHED ME!" when he shushed us. He hoped to be Minister of Magic. He was the one that laid down and let everyone walk on him, though he pretended he didn't. He was the one that could get serious damage done by Ginny.

Ron was the dork. He walked around with his finger shoved up knuckle-deep in his nose, thinking we didn't see him. He couldn't walk and chew Drooble's Blowing Gum at the same time. Sometimes he inexplicably had dirt on his face. We insisted on calling him Ickle Ronniekins because it irritated him.

Ginny was a tomboy for sure. Granted, she was less of a tomboy than me, but I knew she sneaked out and stole our brooms because the others wouldn't let her play Quidditch with us. She could take care of herself, that Ginevra (if you're reading this, Ginny, I called you Ginevra as a joke. Please don't hurt me).

As the chappie title suggests, it was just another day.

Johanna: *is eating gummy bears, not paying attention*

RandomFandom: Johanna...

Johanna: *still not paying attention*

RandomFandom: Johanna...

Johanna: *starts re-braiding her hair*

RandomFandom: JOHANNA POTTER, IF YOU DON'T START DOING THE AN THIS INSTANT I WILL TAKE EVERY SINGLE GUMMY BEAR IN THIS ROOM AND EAT IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE!

Johanna: *finally responds* ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! Don't hurt my babies! *leaps to protect her gummy bears*

RandomFandom: Well, get your butt over here and ask for reviews! *starts to storm out, but turns around in front of the door* And don't threaten the readers!

Johanna: Fine! *huffs* Review. Please. It'll make four-eyes over there in a better mood.

RandomFandom: YOUR BROTHER HAS STUPIDER GLASSES THAN ME!

Harry: I do not!

RandomFandom: SINCE WHEN ARE YOU ALLOWED IN HERE?! OUT! OUT!

Harry: I defeated Voldemort and you expect me to be scared of you?

Johanna: Harry, NO!

RandomFandom: *lunges for Harry*

Harry: *runs screaming*

RandomFandom: *turns back calmly* Review, please. It would make my day. *resumes trying to kill the Potter siblings*