Chapter 1- Summer's End
Tap, tap. Tap, tap.
"Mmmm." The girl yawned as she rolled over in her bed, just waking up on the beautiful Sunday morning in late August.
Tap, tap.
She sighed with exasperation as she shuffled out of bed, but a
bright smile lit up her face as she realized what was making the
noise. She galloped to the window to let in the large, gray owl with
two small letters attached to its talon.
The girl grinned as she read the bright green, finely engraved
lettering on the envelope of the first letter:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
To Miss Hermione Granger
The East Bedroom of the Second Floor
4023 Weston Avenue
Devon County, England
"Finally!" Hermione shouted for joy.
She quickly untied the letter from Roarke the owl, hurriedly
patted its head and shooed the orange tabby cat Crookshanks away from
Roarke. Roarke turned in its heel with an indignant "Hoo!" because
Hermione had not even given it a morsel to eat.
But Hermione was much too preoccupied to worry about an owl.
The letter had come! Finally Hermione would find out if she or
Lavender Brown had made Head Girl in their seventh year. Hermione
figured she would win because of her better grades, but Lavender
wasn't exactly a bad student either. Plus, Lavender was very popular
with the rest of the students.
"Oh please, oh please, oh please." Hermione's fingers trembled
as she tore open the envelope and quickly unfolded the letter:
Miss Hermione Granger,
It is our pleasure here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry to inform you that you have been selected by a panel of
teachers and staff to be this year's Head Girl for Hogwarts. You will
not be staying in the Gryffindor living quarters but the Head Girl and
Head Boy living quarters, located on the second floor west wing.
Congratulations, Hermione!
-Head of Selection Committee of Hogwarts
Professor McGonagall
"YES!" Hermione shouted, and ran down the stairs to her parents,
who were eating breakfast.
"Mum, Dad! They've made me Head Girl! I'm Head Girl of
Hogwarts this year!"
Hermione's parents, being Muggle dentists, didn't know exactly
what Hermione was talking about and therefore didn't realize just what
an honor this was. However, Hermione acted as if it were very
important, so it must have been so.
"That's wonderful, honey! Congratulations!" Mr. Granger hugged
his daughter as Mrs. Granger kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm going to get my things into the car; we need to leave right
away for King's Cross Station! I can't wait to tell Ron and Harry!"
Hermione ran up the stairs to gather her already-packed suitcases.
Meanwhile, Roarke had flown quite a distance in a short time to
deliver the other letter. Roarke exhaustedly flew to the north
bedroom of the fourth floor at the Malfoy Manor, and tapped on the
window impatiently.
The handsome boy inside rolled over in his black satin sheets to
see what was making the noise. He glided out of bed to the window,
not a smile on his face or an excited shout on his lips. Without even
letting Roarke in, he quickly untied the letter and shoved Roarke
away.
"Go on, get out of here!" Roarke slowly flew away.
The boy read the fancy green lettering on the envelope:
To Mr. Draco Malfoy
The North Bedroom of the Fourth Floor
9382 Smithson Avenue
Hampshire County, England
"Of course, it was a given." Draco sighed as he slowly opened
the letter:
Mr. Draco Malfoy,
It is our pleasure here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry to inform you that you have been selected by a panel of
teachers and staff to be this year's Head Boy for Hogwarts. You will
not be staying in the Slytherin living quarters but the Head Girl and
Head Boy living quarters, located on the second floor west wing.
Congratulations, Draco!
-Head of Selection Committee of Hogwarts
Professor McGonagall
"I wonder how much Father paid this time," Draco thought, as he
began to get dressed.
After eating breakfast alone at the huge table in the huge
dining room, Draco called a house elf named Wendell to bring his bags
down to the living room.
"I will be departing for King's Cross Station by Floo powder.
Go get my bags,"
Draco commanded. The house elf was expected to obey any of his
master's commands. However, this particular house elf had a friend
with crazy notions named Dobby, and although Wendell was still very,
very timid, he was learning a few things from Dobby.
"Sir, may I say that Floo powder may not be the best choice in
travel, because-"
"You dare contradict me? Go!" Draco kicked Wendell out into the
hall. "I will have you beaten for this, you hear me! Get my bags,
get them now!"
Draco could only hear snippets of "Yes sir, of course sir, sorry
sir." traveling down the hall as Wendell tried to bow and run away at
the same time.
Draco was not surprised to see a different house elf futilely
trying to shove four huge suitcases and a large trunk down the hall a
while later.
"Give me those, you stupid idiot. You lot aren't good for
anything. I'll have you all fired." With that, Draco pulled his
things into the large fireplace with him, tossed his Floo powder and
yelled "King's Cross Station!" As he was spinning about, he sighed.
His father had not even said goodbye, much less come down to dinner on
his son's last day at home. "I don't care," thought Draco. "I don't
care."
Tap, tap. Tap, tap.
"Mmmm." The girl yawned as she rolled over in her bed, just waking up on the beautiful Sunday morning in late August.
Tap, tap.
She sighed with exasperation as she shuffled out of bed, but a
bright smile lit up her face as she realized what was making the
noise. She galloped to the window to let in the large, gray owl with
two small letters attached to its talon.
The girl grinned as she read the bright green, finely engraved
lettering on the envelope of the first letter:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
To Miss Hermione Granger
The East Bedroom of the Second Floor
4023 Weston Avenue
Devon County, England
"Finally!" Hermione shouted for joy.
She quickly untied the letter from Roarke the owl, hurriedly
patted its head and shooed the orange tabby cat Crookshanks away from
Roarke. Roarke turned in its heel with an indignant "Hoo!" because
Hermione had not even given it a morsel to eat.
But Hermione was much too preoccupied to worry about an owl.
The letter had come! Finally Hermione would find out if she or
Lavender Brown had made Head Girl in their seventh year. Hermione
figured she would win because of her better grades, but Lavender
wasn't exactly a bad student either. Plus, Lavender was very popular
with the rest of the students.
"Oh please, oh please, oh please." Hermione's fingers trembled
as she tore open the envelope and quickly unfolded the letter:
Miss Hermione Granger,
It is our pleasure here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry to inform you that you have been selected by a panel of
teachers and staff to be this year's Head Girl for Hogwarts. You will
not be staying in the Gryffindor living quarters but the Head Girl and
Head Boy living quarters, located on the second floor west wing.
Congratulations, Hermione!
-Head of Selection Committee of Hogwarts
Professor McGonagall
"YES!" Hermione shouted, and ran down the stairs to her parents,
who were eating breakfast.
"Mum, Dad! They've made me Head Girl! I'm Head Girl of
Hogwarts this year!"
Hermione's parents, being Muggle dentists, didn't know exactly
what Hermione was talking about and therefore didn't realize just what
an honor this was. However, Hermione acted as if it were very
important, so it must have been so.
"That's wonderful, honey! Congratulations!" Mr. Granger hugged
his daughter as Mrs. Granger kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm going to get my things into the car; we need to leave right
away for King's Cross Station! I can't wait to tell Ron and Harry!"
Hermione ran up the stairs to gather her already-packed suitcases.
Meanwhile, Roarke had flown quite a distance in a short time to
deliver the other letter. Roarke exhaustedly flew to the north
bedroom of the fourth floor at the Malfoy Manor, and tapped on the
window impatiently.
The handsome boy inside rolled over in his black satin sheets to
see what was making the noise. He glided out of bed to the window,
not a smile on his face or an excited shout on his lips. Without even
letting Roarke in, he quickly untied the letter and shoved Roarke
away.
"Go on, get out of here!" Roarke slowly flew away.
The boy read the fancy green lettering on the envelope:
To Mr. Draco Malfoy
The North Bedroom of the Fourth Floor
9382 Smithson Avenue
Hampshire County, England
"Of course, it was a given." Draco sighed as he slowly opened
the letter:
Mr. Draco Malfoy,
It is our pleasure here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry to inform you that you have been selected by a panel of
teachers and staff to be this year's Head Boy for Hogwarts. You will
not be staying in the Slytherin living quarters but the Head Girl and
Head Boy living quarters, located on the second floor west wing.
Congratulations, Draco!
-Head of Selection Committee of Hogwarts
Professor McGonagall
"I wonder how much Father paid this time," Draco thought, as he
began to get dressed.
After eating breakfast alone at the huge table in the huge
dining room, Draco called a house elf named Wendell to bring his bags
down to the living room.
"I will be departing for King's Cross Station by Floo powder.
Go get my bags,"
Draco commanded. The house elf was expected to obey any of his
master's commands. However, this particular house elf had a friend
with crazy notions named Dobby, and although Wendell was still very,
very timid, he was learning a few things from Dobby.
"Sir, may I say that Floo powder may not be the best choice in
travel, because-"
"You dare contradict me? Go!" Draco kicked Wendell out into the
hall. "I will have you beaten for this, you hear me! Get my bags,
get them now!"
Draco could only hear snippets of "Yes sir, of course sir, sorry
sir." traveling down the hall as Wendell tried to bow and run away at
the same time.
Draco was not surprised to see a different house elf futilely
trying to shove four huge suitcases and a large trunk down the hall a
while later.
"Give me those, you stupid idiot. You lot aren't good for
anything. I'll have you all fired." With that, Draco pulled his
things into the large fireplace with him, tossed his Floo powder and
yelled "King's Cross Station!" As he was spinning about, he sighed.
His father had not even said goodbye, much less come down to dinner on
his son's last day at home. "I don't care," thought Draco. "I don't
care."