A/N: Well, hey everyone. Well, I suck at author's notes, and I don't think
I'm very good at writing. That's why I'm asking you to take 5 minutes out
of your day to read and review my fanfic. Please please PLEASE?
OK, now for the summary- This is a fan fic about Harry, Hermione and Ron. It's going to be their last year at Hogwarts and there are plenty of surprises-good and bad-in store for them. Relationships are, of course, key here. I am a romance fanatic, but I understand that sometimes I go a little overboard, and will keep the romance to only the half I gave it in my story summary.
Have I forgotten anything? Oh, yes. The disclaimer. My Golden Sun obsessed friend, Omniflyer, uses this method-I disclaim ONCE, in this chapter. If you need one per chapter then you can come back again and again. If it can work for GS, it can work for HP, right?
All right, here goes-I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ron stared out his bedroom window, staring out the blurry glass. He had never seen it rain such a storm before-pouring in buckets, the lightning solely the source of light to the evening sky, the rolls of thunder piercing through the night. He then felt a small, cool piece of water slide down the back of his neck. 'Great' he thought, looking up at the ceiling, where yet more water was collecting. 'How can we have any fun if the Burrow gets flooded?'
He got up and put a pot under the dripping spot, then looked at his watch. Five to Five. He'd better be going soon if he didn't want to be late.
The seven-teen year-old moved the pot to the center of the spill, grabbed his jacket and some odd-looking sand, and headed into the fire...then was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione fiddled with her bangle earring, then slowly slipped it in. She hoped it wasn't too much, but ever since her birthday, she never left the house without them. They seemed to go with everything she wore-even her muggle clothing-jeans and her favorite T-Shirt.
Slowly, she turned around and surveyed her room. It looked so bare- there were no clothes in her closet, no pictures on her desk, no books on her bookshelf. Her bed was made and neat, and not a speck of dust was to be found anywhere. It looked as though it were already missing her. She would miss her house, of course-and her family, and her parents. But she longed for Hogwarts as she had never felt before-she couldn't explain it. All she knew was that this was her last year, and she would never see it again after that. Unless, of course she became a teacher...but she knew it would never be the same.
She her eyes settled on her digital alarm clock. 4:57. She had 8 minutes until Ron came to take her-and Harry, who would already be with him- to the Burrow for the last couple of weeks of summer vacation. She picked up her suitcase and headed downstairs to say goodbye to her parents, and wait by the fire.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry threw his last item, his invisibility cloak, into his suitcase. He then attempted to get it shut-it wouldn't close! Harry tried two more tries- he sat on it and jumped on it-but it wouldn't close. Then an idea occurred to him. He put a blanket on his things, then yelled down the hall.
"Dudley!"
"What?"
"C'mere!"
"Why?"
"Just do it before I hex you."
Harry had never seen Dudley move so fast. He heard the china plates rattle downstairs as he trundled across the hallway. Harry had taken the liberty of telling the Dursleys that as it was his last year, they were aloud to experiment with magic outside of school. At first Pentunia had argued, but after she did, Harry asked her if she really thought that the "mad-house" would chuck him out after working so hard on developing his skills?
Harry chuckled silently as Dudley stopped at his doorway, doubled over, catching his breath.
"What took you so long?" Harry asked mockingly.
"What do you want?" growled Dudley.
"Sit" Harry said simply, pointing with his wand towards his trunk.
"Co-Come again?"
"I said, sit" said Harry.
"Why?"
"Just do it"
"Fine, then"
Dudley sat promptly on his suitcase. Not surprisingly, it shut tightly.
"Thanks, Big D." Said Harry, zipping it up.
"Don't call me that" said Dudley, hopping off. "Was that all you wanted?"
"Well, unless you wanted to-"
Harry heard a loud blast from downstairs, followed by a high-pitched scream.
"Told him not to arrive by Floo Powder." Said Harry with a wicked smile. "I must remember to thank him..."
And the boy who lived grabbed his suitcase and bird cage and left, leaving a bewildered muggle wondering what had just happened.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Harry! Great to see you again, mate" Ron said, grabbing his friends trunk. "You've gotten taller."
"So have you. How's Ginny?"
"Why do you ask?"
Harry blushed. "I didn't mean it like tha-"
"Course you didn't, I'm just foolin' with you. Ginny's fine. She actually seemed kinda eager for company-'specially Hermione. She was dead disappointed when she didn't show up. I guess it's tough with all of us home and all, and she's the only girl, mind you, so-"
"You're all home? Bill and Charlie too?"
"Course. Didn't you get my letter about the wedding?"
"What wedding?"
"Didn't think you would. I've no idea where Pig is, haven't seen him since June..."
"Who got married?"
"Bill. I've got the coolest sister~in~law-"
"Fleur?"
"Yup. She's been teaching us french. So far I can recite 40 verbs and-"
"No offense, Ron, but shouldn't we be going? Hermione's probably waiting for us."
"Good point, mate. Let's go. You got Hedwig?"
"Yup." He turned around, getting the cage. As he did he saw the Dursleys, huddled together on the couch, pretending to read a newspaper. Harry could see that they'd cut two eye holes in it. He laughed, turned around, grabbed some soot, and walked into the fire, shouting, "1824 Rosewood drive!"
~*~*~*~*~
"We'll miss you, Hermione"
"It's only for 10 months!"
"Of course. But it'll be the last time we can say this, right? " Her father replied with a grin.
"Oh, Daddy." She kissed his cheek. "I doubt you won't say that again..."
"Really, David, I wish you wouldn't joke about something so serious..." Her mother said as she gave Hermione a tight hug.
"It's not that serious, Mom." Hermione gasped through her mother's grasp.
"Not that serious???? Hermione, this is the year who will define who you are, the year you will chose your career path, the year-"
Luckily, Hermione was saved by a sudden swoosh behind her. Crookshanks hissed and darted from his place on the rug, as Harry stumbled onto it.
"Harry!" Hermione said "How are you? You've certainly gotten a lot taller,"
"You sound like Mrs. Weasley," Harry smiled, picking up her suitcase "How're things?"
"Great...hey, where's R-"
At that very moment, Ron burst out of the fireplace, looking a little fazzled but very much enthusiastic. He held in his hands a muggle camera.
"Sorry I'm late" he said. "But I had to drop off Harry's things at the Burrow, then Dad made me take this" He held up the camera. "Said he wanted some pictures of a muggle house. Would you mind if I...?"
"Go right ahead" Said Hermione. "No doubt your father will enjoy them...but shouldn't we be getting back to the Burrow?"
"Oh, just one or two should do it," Said Ron, sapping away at the upside-down camera, his finger covering the flash. "That ought to do it." He said, looking extremely proud of himself for using a muggle device. "Shall we?" he said, scooping up Crookshanks.
"Sure." Said Harry. Still carrying Hermione's suitcase, he grabbed some Floo Powder, and walked into the fireplace. He took off his glasses, tucked them into his pocket, and shouted "The Burrow!"
~*~*~*~*~
"Hallo Harry, Hermione" Said Mrs. Weasley when they as soon as they'd stepped inside. She seemed to be sturring something very thick, with difficulty. She sighed and stopped, putting the bowl aside "How lovely to see you again. My, Harry, you've certainly grown. So have you, Hermione but not as much.." she trailed off as she wiped her hands on a towel. "Ron, could you show them up to their rooms?"
"They know where they're staying, Mum, they've been here for years...." Said Ron with a confused look on his face. "Are you feeling OK, Mum? You look kind of distracted or something..."
"It's nothing"She said quietly after a pause. Hermione considered what could be wrong, then put it out of her mind. Mrs. Weasley's goings- ons were none of her business.
"Could you three lay the table after you've gone put your stuff into your rooms?" she said, standing up a little taller.
"Sure, Mrs. Weasley" said Hermione, putting down her duffel bag. Mrs. Weasley smiled at her weakly, and passed her a glass. Just before her hands could touch it though, it flew to the ground. Mrs Weasley groaned just as a black owl swooped down with a bright blue envelope. When she didn't pick it up right away, it started pecking her again until she picked it up and opened it. As her eyes flew across the page, her eyes got wider, and her skin paler. Almost immediately, the letter dropped from her hand. She bent down, to pick it up, and crumpled in a heap. Hermione, Harry and Ron witnessed in confusion Mrs. Weasley burst into tears.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cliffie! I'm evil, aren't I?
No, I didn't think so either.
PLEASE Review! Flame if you think it sucks, I don't care. I just want your opinions. Please?
Next chapter-5 unplesent surprises. Hermione has a lot to deal with this year-including something almost impossible..
OK, now for the summary- This is a fan fic about Harry, Hermione and Ron. It's going to be their last year at Hogwarts and there are plenty of surprises-good and bad-in store for them. Relationships are, of course, key here. I am a romance fanatic, but I understand that sometimes I go a little overboard, and will keep the romance to only the half I gave it in my story summary.
Have I forgotten anything? Oh, yes. The disclaimer. My Golden Sun obsessed friend, Omniflyer, uses this method-I disclaim ONCE, in this chapter. If you need one per chapter then you can come back again and again. If it can work for GS, it can work for HP, right?
All right, here goes-I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ron stared out his bedroom window, staring out the blurry glass. He had never seen it rain such a storm before-pouring in buckets, the lightning solely the source of light to the evening sky, the rolls of thunder piercing through the night. He then felt a small, cool piece of water slide down the back of his neck. 'Great' he thought, looking up at the ceiling, where yet more water was collecting. 'How can we have any fun if the Burrow gets flooded?'
He got up and put a pot under the dripping spot, then looked at his watch. Five to Five. He'd better be going soon if he didn't want to be late.
The seven-teen year-old moved the pot to the center of the spill, grabbed his jacket and some odd-looking sand, and headed into the fire...then was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione fiddled with her bangle earring, then slowly slipped it in. She hoped it wasn't too much, but ever since her birthday, she never left the house without them. They seemed to go with everything she wore-even her muggle clothing-jeans and her favorite T-Shirt.
Slowly, she turned around and surveyed her room. It looked so bare- there were no clothes in her closet, no pictures on her desk, no books on her bookshelf. Her bed was made and neat, and not a speck of dust was to be found anywhere. It looked as though it were already missing her. She would miss her house, of course-and her family, and her parents. But she longed for Hogwarts as she had never felt before-she couldn't explain it. All she knew was that this was her last year, and she would never see it again after that. Unless, of course she became a teacher...but she knew it would never be the same.
She her eyes settled on her digital alarm clock. 4:57. She had 8 minutes until Ron came to take her-and Harry, who would already be with him- to the Burrow for the last couple of weeks of summer vacation. She picked up her suitcase and headed downstairs to say goodbye to her parents, and wait by the fire.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry threw his last item, his invisibility cloak, into his suitcase. He then attempted to get it shut-it wouldn't close! Harry tried two more tries- he sat on it and jumped on it-but it wouldn't close. Then an idea occurred to him. He put a blanket on his things, then yelled down the hall.
"Dudley!"
"What?"
"C'mere!"
"Why?"
"Just do it before I hex you."
Harry had never seen Dudley move so fast. He heard the china plates rattle downstairs as he trundled across the hallway. Harry had taken the liberty of telling the Dursleys that as it was his last year, they were aloud to experiment with magic outside of school. At first Pentunia had argued, but after she did, Harry asked her if she really thought that the "mad-house" would chuck him out after working so hard on developing his skills?
Harry chuckled silently as Dudley stopped at his doorway, doubled over, catching his breath.
"What took you so long?" Harry asked mockingly.
"What do you want?" growled Dudley.
"Sit" Harry said simply, pointing with his wand towards his trunk.
"Co-Come again?"
"I said, sit" said Harry.
"Why?"
"Just do it"
"Fine, then"
Dudley sat promptly on his suitcase. Not surprisingly, it shut tightly.
"Thanks, Big D." Said Harry, zipping it up.
"Don't call me that" said Dudley, hopping off. "Was that all you wanted?"
"Well, unless you wanted to-"
Harry heard a loud blast from downstairs, followed by a high-pitched scream.
"Told him not to arrive by Floo Powder." Said Harry with a wicked smile. "I must remember to thank him..."
And the boy who lived grabbed his suitcase and bird cage and left, leaving a bewildered muggle wondering what had just happened.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Harry! Great to see you again, mate" Ron said, grabbing his friends trunk. "You've gotten taller."
"So have you. How's Ginny?"
"Why do you ask?"
Harry blushed. "I didn't mean it like tha-"
"Course you didn't, I'm just foolin' with you. Ginny's fine. She actually seemed kinda eager for company-'specially Hermione. She was dead disappointed when she didn't show up. I guess it's tough with all of us home and all, and she's the only girl, mind you, so-"
"You're all home? Bill and Charlie too?"
"Course. Didn't you get my letter about the wedding?"
"What wedding?"
"Didn't think you would. I've no idea where Pig is, haven't seen him since June..."
"Who got married?"
"Bill. I've got the coolest sister~in~law-"
"Fleur?"
"Yup. She's been teaching us french. So far I can recite 40 verbs and-"
"No offense, Ron, but shouldn't we be going? Hermione's probably waiting for us."
"Good point, mate. Let's go. You got Hedwig?"
"Yup." He turned around, getting the cage. As he did he saw the Dursleys, huddled together on the couch, pretending to read a newspaper. Harry could see that they'd cut two eye holes in it. He laughed, turned around, grabbed some soot, and walked into the fire, shouting, "1824 Rosewood drive!"
~*~*~*~*~
"We'll miss you, Hermione"
"It's only for 10 months!"
"Of course. But it'll be the last time we can say this, right? " Her father replied with a grin.
"Oh, Daddy." She kissed his cheek. "I doubt you won't say that again..."
"Really, David, I wish you wouldn't joke about something so serious..." Her mother said as she gave Hermione a tight hug.
"It's not that serious, Mom." Hermione gasped through her mother's grasp.
"Not that serious???? Hermione, this is the year who will define who you are, the year you will chose your career path, the year-"
Luckily, Hermione was saved by a sudden swoosh behind her. Crookshanks hissed and darted from his place on the rug, as Harry stumbled onto it.
"Harry!" Hermione said "How are you? You've certainly gotten a lot taller,"
"You sound like Mrs. Weasley," Harry smiled, picking up her suitcase "How're things?"
"Great...hey, where's R-"
At that very moment, Ron burst out of the fireplace, looking a little fazzled but very much enthusiastic. He held in his hands a muggle camera.
"Sorry I'm late" he said. "But I had to drop off Harry's things at the Burrow, then Dad made me take this" He held up the camera. "Said he wanted some pictures of a muggle house. Would you mind if I...?"
"Go right ahead" Said Hermione. "No doubt your father will enjoy them...but shouldn't we be getting back to the Burrow?"
"Oh, just one or two should do it," Said Ron, sapping away at the upside-down camera, his finger covering the flash. "That ought to do it." He said, looking extremely proud of himself for using a muggle device. "Shall we?" he said, scooping up Crookshanks.
"Sure." Said Harry. Still carrying Hermione's suitcase, he grabbed some Floo Powder, and walked into the fireplace. He took off his glasses, tucked them into his pocket, and shouted "The Burrow!"
~*~*~*~*~
"Hallo Harry, Hermione" Said Mrs. Weasley when they as soon as they'd stepped inside. She seemed to be sturring something very thick, with difficulty. She sighed and stopped, putting the bowl aside "How lovely to see you again. My, Harry, you've certainly grown. So have you, Hermione but not as much.." she trailed off as she wiped her hands on a towel. "Ron, could you show them up to their rooms?"
"They know where they're staying, Mum, they've been here for years...." Said Ron with a confused look on his face. "Are you feeling OK, Mum? You look kind of distracted or something..."
"It's nothing"She said quietly after a pause. Hermione considered what could be wrong, then put it out of her mind. Mrs. Weasley's goings- ons were none of her business.
"Could you three lay the table after you've gone put your stuff into your rooms?" she said, standing up a little taller.
"Sure, Mrs. Weasley" said Hermione, putting down her duffel bag. Mrs. Weasley smiled at her weakly, and passed her a glass. Just before her hands could touch it though, it flew to the ground. Mrs Weasley groaned just as a black owl swooped down with a bright blue envelope. When she didn't pick it up right away, it started pecking her again until she picked it up and opened it. As her eyes flew across the page, her eyes got wider, and her skin paler. Almost immediately, the letter dropped from her hand. She bent down, to pick it up, and crumpled in a heap. Hermione, Harry and Ron witnessed in confusion Mrs. Weasley burst into tears.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cliffie! I'm evil, aren't I?
No, I didn't think so either.
PLEASE Review! Flame if you think it sucks, I don't care. I just want your opinions. Please?
Next chapter-5 unplesent surprises. Hermione has a lot to deal with this year-including something almost impossible..