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The Letter
"Hermione, dear, it's time to wake up!"
"Mphff...no I don't want to go to Transfiguration...mphff."
"Hermione Anne Granger! You get up this instant!"
"Just five more minutes," I mumbled as I drifted back to sleep.
"No you don't young lady! You've had about ten "five more minutes" and I've had quite enough already. You're getting up if I have to drag you out of bed," was my mother's heated reply. A firm tug on my white, goose down comforter told me that my assailant meant serious business.
"Fine I'll get up! It's not like I have anything to do today, as usual. Neither Harry nor Ron have bothered to send me an owl and I'm about to go stark raving mad," I complained to my mother's retreating footsteps.
After wriggling around in bed and thumping my pillow a few good ones I proceeded to rustle around in search of a suitable outfit for the day. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a faded blue t-shirt I headed for the bathroom adjoining my room. The cheery yellow walls did nothing for my "good" mood and I slammed on the shower with more than the required amount of force. Sidling over to the mirror I set my elbows on the counter and glanced at my reflection. Straight brown hair...big golden brown eyes...fairly nice lips and cheekbones.
"As good as it's gonna get I suppose. The hair is a definite improvement," I announced encouragingly to my reflection. While perusing the Hogwarts library last year during one of my frequent visits I had discovered a very handy straightening charm that had permanently done away with the "rat's nest" that was once my hair. I would forever be in debt to Selendrista Skissors for her brilliant book on hair charms for the "hair impaired". Turning away from the mirror I slipped out of my pajamas and busied myself with preparing for the day.
An hour or so later I found myself perched on a kitchen barstool in a significantly improved mood. I had never been a morning person but a nice, warm shower can do wonders for me. Taking a sip of tea from the chipped mug clutched in my hand, I picked up the Hogwarts letter I had received a few days before. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the institution I had been going to for the past six years of my life. I was about to start my seventh year at Hogwarts and I was looking forward to becoming a full-fledged witch. Glancing at the silver pin attached to the letter I felt pangs of joy at knowing that I would indeed be Hogwart's Head Girl this upcoming year. Of course my initial elation had been short lived once I realized that I had no one to share my news with. After having sent numerous owls to my two best friends, Harry and Ron, I had finally given up on them. I hadn't spoken to either of them since leaving Platform 9 3/4 at the end of our 6th year. The Dursleys (Harry's insane muggle family) could be the reason for Harry's lack of response but the fact that Ron hadn't replied either sort of bothered me. I hadn't heard a peep from anyone in the magical world. I was beginning to wonder if it all hadn't vanished but judging from the lengthy list of supplies in front of me that wasn't the case. Deciding that a trip to Diagon Alley would put some of my fears to rest, I set my cup of tea down and glanced up from the thick parchment in my hand.
"Mum, I need you to take me into London tomorrow so I can buy my supplies for Hogwarts. If you don't mind," I said knowing that she wouldn't refuse.
"Of course sweetie. Oh my little baby off for her final year at Hogwarts. You've grown up so fast," was all my mother could get out before she broke into sniffles.
I could see pools of tears forming in her eyes and I quickly shifted my gaze so as not to provoke her into hugging me. My father, who was situated at the kitchen table, gave an exasperated "harrumph" and headed off to his study mumbling about "menopausal women". Deciding that some fresh air was in order I told mum I would be back in an hour or so, grabbed some money out of my room, and headed out the door. Breathing in the smell of mum's rose garden, I made my way toward the gravel path below and was about to head toward a nearby pond when what appeared to be a tennis ball with feathers collided with my stomach. With a resounding smack the tennis ball flopped to the ground and emitted a strangled hoot.
After realizing that the small puff was in fact an owl I screeched, "Pig! What are you doing here?" Gently plucking the tattered bird off the road I headed for the rose garden, set the exhausted animal atop a round glass table, and went in search of something to sit on. Spying an old iron chair, I drug it up to the table and brushed off the dead rose petals that had accumulated on the seat. Settling my self into the chair I once again directed my attention to the minute owl in front of me. Apparently fully recovered, the tiny owl named Pig fluttered up to my shoulder and poked out its skinny leg. Glancing closer, I noticed a small roll of parchment that had previously eluded my notice. Untying the yarn binding the slip to the animal, I unrolled the message and immediately recognized the untidy scrawl within.
Dear Hermione,
I'll have to make this short and to the point. Don't know if you'll get this or not. I got all your messages but post is pretty tight right about now. The Ministry has taken over owl post and is monitoring the mail being sent out. I can't say much more about it or they'll never let me send this to you. I'll be in Diagon Alley on August the 13th. If you get this in time try and meet up with us at the Leaky Cauldron at 8 o'clock. Harry will be there. Hope to see you soon.
Love,
Ron
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. Depending on the response I get will determine where I go with this. Please please please review. The next chapter will be up soon hopefully. If you haven't already guessed this is my first Fan Fiction so constructive criticism is welcome! :)
The Letter
"Hermione, dear, it's time to wake up!"
"Mphff...no I don't want to go to Transfiguration...mphff."
"Hermione Anne Granger! You get up this instant!"
"Just five more minutes," I mumbled as I drifted back to sleep.
"No you don't young lady! You've had about ten "five more minutes" and I've had quite enough already. You're getting up if I have to drag you out of bed," was my mother's heated reply. A firm tug on my white, goose down comforter told me that my assailant meant serious business.
"Fine I'll get up! It's not like I have anything to do today, as usual. Neither Harry nor Ron have bothered to send me an owl and I'm about to go stark raving mad," I complained to my mother's retreating footsteps.
After wriggling around in bed and thumping my pillow a few good ones I proceeded to rustle around in search of a suitable outfit for the day. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a faded blue t-shirt I headed for the bathroom adjoining my room. The cheery yellow walls did nothing for my "good" mood and I slammed on the shower with more than the required amount of force. Sidling over to the mirror I set my elbows on the counter and glanced at my reflection. Straight brown hair...big golden brown eyes...fairly nice lips and cheekbones.
"As good as it's gonna get I suppose. The hair is a definite improvement," I announced encouragingly to my reflection. While perusing the Hogwarts library last year during one of my frequent visits I had discovered a very handy straightening charm that had permanently done away with the "rat's nest" that was once my hair. I would forever be in debt to Selendrista Skissors for her brilliant book on hair charms for the "hair impaired". Turning away from the mirror I slipped out of my pajamas and busied myself with preparing for the day.
An hour or so later I found myself perched on a kitchen barstool in a significantly improved mood. I had never been a morning person but a nice, warm shower can do wonders for me. Taking a sip of tea from the chipped mug clutched in my hand, I picked up the Hogwarts letter I had received a few days before. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the institution I had been going to for the past six years of my life. I was about to start my seventh year at Hogwarts and I was looking forward to becoming a full-fledged witch. Glancing at the silver pin attached to the letter I felt pangs of joy at knowing that I would indeed be Hogwart's Head Girl this upcoming year. Of course my initial elation had been short lived once I realized that I had no one to share my news with. After having sent numerous owls to my two best friends, Harry and Ron, I had finally given up on them. I hadn't spoken to either of them since leaving Platform 9 3/4 at the end of our 6th year. The Dursleys (Harry's insane muggle family) could be the reason for Harry's lack of response but the fact that Ron hadn't replied either sort of bothered me. I hadn't heard a peep from anyone in the magical world. I was beginning to wonder if it all hadn't vanished but judging from the lengthy list of supplies in front of me that wasn't the case. Deciding that a trip to Diagon Alley would put some of my fears to rest, I set my cup of tea down and glanced up from the thick parchment in my hand.
"Mum, I need you to take me into London tomorrow so I can buy my supplies for Hogwarts. If you don't mind," I said knowing that she wouldn't refuse.
"Of course sweetie. Oh my little baby off for her final year at Hogwarts. You've grown up so fast," was all my mother could get out before she broke into sniffles.
I could see pools of tears forming in her eyes and I quickly shifted my gaze so as not to provoke her into hugging me. My father, who was situated at the kitchen table, gave an exasperated "harrumph" and headed off to his study mumbling about "menopausal women". Deciding that some fresh air was in order I told mum I would be back in an hour or so, grabbed some money out of my room, and headed out the door. Breathing in the smell of mum's rose garden, I made my way toward the gravel path below and was about to head toward a nearby pond when what appeared to be a tennis ball with feathers collided with my stomach. With a resounding smack the tennis ball flopped to the ground and emitted a strangled hoot.
After realizing that the small puff was in fact an owl I screeched, "Pig! What are you doing here?" Gently plucking the tattered bird off the road I headed for the rose garden, set the exhausted animal atop a round glass table, and went in search of something to sit on. Spying an old iron chair, I drug it up to the table and brushed off the dead rose petals that had accumulated on the seat. Settling my self into the chair I once again directed my attention to the minute owl in front of me. Apparently fully recovered, the tiny owl named Pig fluttered up to my shoulder and poked out its skinny leg. Glancing closer, I noticed a small roll of parchment that had previously eluded my notice. Untying the yarn binding the slip to the animal, I unrolled the message and immediately recognized the untidy scrawl within.
Dear Hermione,
I'll have to make this short and to the point. Don't know if you'll get this or not. I got all your messages but post is pretty tight right about now. The Ministry has taken over owl post and is monitoring the mail being sent out. I can't say much more about it or they'll never let me send this to you. I'll be in Diagon Alley on August the 13th. If you get this in time try and meet up with us at the Leaky Cauldron at 8 o'clock. Harry will be there. Hope to see you soon.
Love,
Ron
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. Depending on the response I get will determine where I go with this. Please please please review. The next chapter will be up soon hopefully. If you haven't already guessed this is my first Fan Fiction so constructive criticism is welcome! :)