Chapter 1: The Encounter
A/N This story is based on a movie that I saw on t.v. It was in subtitles so I really don't think many people would have seen it. Anyway, while I was watching it I was like, "This would make a great R/Hr story, so I decided to go along with my instincts. I hope you enjoy and please review and tell me if I should continue this or not. If I do, then I promise the other chapters will be much longer.
Hermione Granger had been going up and down Diagon Alley amidst the Christmas rush trying to find the perfect Christmas gift for her youngest son, Alex. He was the last one on her list and she had no idea what to get him. He didn't like to read like Andrea did; he didn't like to pull pranks like, Jessica and Jake, he didn't like Quidditch as much as Kyle (which was a blessing in her eyes), and he certainly didn't like make-up and fashion magazines like Karen (which perturbed Hermione to no end). No, he was a complex and odd child and she couldn't find anything that would make this Christmas special. The only thing she truly knew about him was that he loved to eat his weight in sweets.
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On the other side of Diagon Alley, Ron Weasley was having the same problem, except this time it was with his oldest daughter, Natalie. It wasn't that he didn't know what she liked or disliked, its just that he wanted something super special for her. Ever since his wife died a year ago, Natalie had been like a second mother to all seven of her siblings. She always put her family first before anything else even herself. Ron wanted her to know that he loved her and appreciated all she's done for them. He'd already gotten Thomas a new guitar because his old one was broken by Theresa who had a fit when he broke her glasses by accident. Ron of course fixed her glasses, but the guitar was beyond repair. He had gotten Theresa a huge pillow with legs and arms and a cute, angelic face. That way if she got one of her infamous temper tantrums she would hopefully take it out on the pillow. He had gotten the twins, Mark and Matthew, all kinds of potions ingredients for them to experiment with. Lord, only knows why, thought Ron wearily, probably got it from their mother's side. As for Victoria, he had gotten her a set of little toddler toys that she had been eyeing (and crying and shrieking about) for weeks. And for the baby twins, he had gotten them a few pacifiers that magically changed into whatever flavor they were craving. That way, he thought, it would keep them quiet.
He stopped suddenly and came face to face with a beautiful black owl, with gorgeous amber eyes in the Magical Menagerie. Something about the owls' demeanor that reminded him greatly of his daughter and he immediately went in to the store.
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Hermione was finally getting tired and decided to buy Alex all of the sweets in Honeydukes when she stopped in front of the Magical Menagerie. She saw a beautiful black owl with amber eyes and she knew that that would be an ideal gift for Alex. There was just something about that owl that made her believe her son would absolutely gush over it. Granted he was a bit too young for an owl, but he did like animals as much as chocolate. She walked into the store and the saleswoman took down the cage that the owl was held in and brought it to the counter. 'Could she read my mind?' thought Hermione as she followed the woman. Then to her horror a man in front of her was paying for that very same owl.
"Hold on there," she shouted making both the man and the woman at the counter jump. She knew that he was there first, but that didn't stop her from wanting that owl and ending her exhausting shopping expedition.
"I'll be with you in a second," said the woman.
"No, you don't understand...I want that owl," she said firmly.
"Fat chance," said Ron, "I got here first."
"I want that owl and I won't leave until I get it," she yelled.
"Then I suggest you get a sleeping bag cuz you ain't gonna get it," said Ron immaturely.
"Aren't," corrected Hermione.
"No, I am and you aren't," said Ron oblivious to what she had implied.
"No, you said 'ain't' and there is no such word. The correct term is 'aren't'"
"Wait one damn second," shouted Ron causing most animals to scurry away, "you come in here and tell me that you have to have the owl that I bought first, then you have the nerve to correct my grammar! I don't believe this." The lady at the counter cleared her throat and gave Ron his change and the cage containing the owl. He took it, thanked the woman and walked out past a fuming Hermione with a smug look on his face. "You snooze you loose," he said happily. Hermione was just thinking about a good hex to send his way when the clerk came up to her and said, "Dear, if you want a pet for that darling little boy of yours," Hermione briefly wondered how she knew about Alex, but then she remembered the day he got lost and he somehow found his way into the Menagerie and spent the day playing with the animals, "let me suggest something small and adorable, like these puffskins," she said, pointing to the puffskin cage, "or a little kitten," she added quickly when she saw the look of distaste on Hermione's face. Hermione thought for a second then asked, "You don't have puppies by any chance do you, or Crumps?"
A/N This story is based on a movie that I saw on t.v. It was in subtitles so I really don't think many people would have seen it. Anyway, while I was watching it I was like, "This would make a great R/Hr story, so I decided to go along with my instincts. I hope you enjoy and please review and tell me if I should continue this or not. If I do, then I promise the other chapters will be much longer.
Hermione Granger had been going up and down Diagon Alley amidst the Christmas rush trying to find the perfect Christmas gift for her youngest son, Alex. He was the last one on her list and she had no idea what to get him. He didn't like to read like Andrea did; he didn't like to pull pranks like, Jessica and Jake, he didn't like Quidditch as much as Kyle (which was a blessing in her eyes), and he certainly didn't like make-up and fashion magazines like Karen (which perturbed Hermione to no end). No, he was a complex and odd child and she couldn't find anything that would make this Christmas special. The only thing she truly knew about him was that he loved to eat his weight in sweets.
*~~*~~*
On the other side of Diagon Alley, Ron Weasley was having the same problem, except this time it was with his oldest daughter, Natalie. It wasn't that he didn't know what she liked or disliked, its just that he wanted something super special for her. Ever since his wife died a year ago, Natalie had been like a second mother to all seven of her siblings. She always put her family first before anything else even herself. Ron wanted her to know that he loved her and appreciated all she's done for them. He'd already gotten Thomas a new guitar because his old one was broken by Theresa who had a fit when he broke her glasses by accident. Ron of course fixed her glasses, but the guitar was beyond repair. He had gotten Theresa a huge pillow with legs and arms and a cute, angelic face. That way if she got one of her infamous temper tantrums she would hopefully take it out on the pillow. He had gotten the twins, Mark and Matthew, all kinds of potions ingredients for them to experiment with. Lord, only knows why, thought Ron wearily, probably got it from their mother's side. As for Victoria, he had gotten her a set of little toddler toys that she had been eyeing (and crying and shrieking about) for weeks. And for the baby twins, he had gotten them a few pacifiers that magically changed into whatever flavor they were craving. That way, he thought, it would keep them quiet.
He stopped suddenly and came face to face with a beautiful black owl, with gorgeous amber eyes in the Magical Menagerie. Something about the owls' demeanor that reminded him greatly of his daughter and he immediately went in to the store.
*~~*~~*
Hermione was finally getting tired and decided to buy Alex all of the sweets in Honeydukes when she stopped in front of the Magical Menagerie. She saw a beautiful black owl with amber eyes and she knew that that would be an ideal gift for Alex. There was just something about that owl that made her believe her son would absolutely gush over it. Granted he was a bit too young for an owl, but he did like animals as much as chocolate. She walked into the store and the saleswoman took down the cage that the owl was held in and brought it to the counter. 'Could she read my mind?' thought Hermione as she followed the woman. Then to her horror a man in front of her was paying for that very same owl.
"Hold on there," she shouted making both the man and the woman at the counter jump. She knew that he was there first, but that didn't stop her from wanting that owl and ending her exhausting shopping expedition.
"I'll be with you in a second," said the woman.
"No, you don't understand...I want that owl," she said firmly.
"Fat chance," said Ron, "I got here first."
"I want that owl and I won't leave until I get it," she yelled.
"Then I suggest you get a sleeping bag cuz you ain't gonna get it," said Ron immaturely.
"Aren't," corrected Hermione.
"No, I am and you aren't," said Ron oblivious to what she had implied.
"No, you said 'ain't' and there is no such word. The correct term is 'aren't'"
"Wait one damn second," shouted Ron causing most animals to scurry away, "you come in here and tell me that you have to have the owl that I bought first, then you have the nerve to correct my grammar! I don't believe this." The lady at the counter cleared her throat and gave Ron his change and the cage containing the owl. He took it, thanked the woman and walked out past a fuming Hermione with a smug look on his face. "You snooze you loose," he said happily. Hermione was just thinking about a good hex to send his way when the clerk came up to her and said, "Dear, if you want a pet for that darling little boy of yours," Hermione briefly wondered how she knew about Alex, but then she remembered the day he got lost and he somehow found his way into the Menagerie and spent the day playing with the animals, "let me suggest something small and adorable, like these puffskins," she said, pointing to the puffskin cage, "or a little kitten," she added quickly when she saw the look of distaste on Hermione's face. Hermione thought for a second then asked, "You don't have puppies by any chance do you, or Crumps?"