Where am I going, and where have I been? Yes, I am still working on
"Anything but Ordinary" however, I have had another spark of inspiration
and had to act on it. This is a very short beginning, and nothing is
really explained, however... that's the point! I have to get you to come
back somehow! The title is tentative, and if I stray from where I plan to
go, then I might change it... well if the story doesn't work out... then it
won't matter! I really hope you enjoy my little prologue. So, here it is.
Out of the Blue
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Prologue
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Hermione Granger scrunched up her nose as she stood on the stool in Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions shop in Diagon Alley. "I don't like black," she mumbled.
Harry turned to her from where he was standing on another stool. "It's not so bad," he commented.
"The color makes me look pale," she said, looking into the mirror as the needle and thread moved on its own, letting out the seam at the bottom of her school robes. Her curly chestnut brown hair that cascaded down her back shifted as she turned. Over her years at Hogwarts she had tried many styles, but in the end, she loved the long curls. "I can't wait till we graduate and I can wear the colors I please," she said.
Harry laughed, "Pink maybe? Or lavender?"
"Very funny, Harry. I was thinking more of deep blue or scarlet."
"But they're dark too," Harry pointed out, as he hopped down from the stool. "You don't think they'll make you look pale too?"
Hermione contemplated this as the needle and thread continued to move on its own. "I never thought about it. I just like those colors," she said, pointing to the robes and cloaks in the display."
"I'll buy you a sapphire colored cloak for graduation," Harry said.
"You're so sweet, Harry Potter," she said, as she stepped down from her stool. "What would I do without you?" She asked, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
"I don't know, maybe torture someone else about studying?" He said sarcastically.
She slapped his arm as he paid for the robes. They left the shop and wandered down Diagon Alley. Hermione had spent the last half of her summer with Harry and his godfather, Sirius Black. Her parents had gone on a vacation and would be gone until after she was to return to Hogwarts. Harry and Sirius had insisted to her parents that there was more than enough room in their house and were more than happy to have her.
Hermione and Harry had spent a great deal of their summer out on the grounds of Sirius's extensive property, which was enchanted to ward off the wandering eyes of muggles. They were training for the possible attack of the evil wizard, Lord Voldemort. Hermione had always been clever with spells and charms, while Harry excelled at carrying them out.
Now, it was only ten days till the start of classes and they were shopping for their school supplies. "I need some potion stuff," Harry mumbled.
"Come on," Hermione took his arm and lead him into another shop. As they entered, several heads turned. Most of them were young girls who giggled and ducked around a corner. "I told you all that training would come in handy."
Harry rolled his bright green eyes, "You know I only have eyes for one girl," he said, and wandered over to the various potion ingredients that were on the walls. Hermione smiled and watched him. Over the summer, and the months proceeding it, Harry's physical appearance had changed. He had grown to a lean and fairly muscular six feet and a few inches high, towering over the five and a half feet of Hermione. His sparkling green eyes were no longer hidden behind the constantly breaking glasses of his youth, but stood out as he wore wizarding contact lenses that never had to be changed or removed.
Hermione glared at a young witch that was standing too close to Harry. She recognized the girl as a sixth year student from Ravenclaw. The girl giggled and laid an arm on Harry. Hermione had seen enough and marched over. "Harry?"
The girl turned and glared at Hermione. "Can we help you?" She asked snidely.
"You can get your hands off my boyfriend," Hermione suggested, "or I'll hex you into next term!" The girl huffed and stalked off.
"Aww, my possessive girlfriend has saved me from the clutches of the evil Ravenclaw witch!" Harry laughed.
"She was touching you, Harry," Hermione hissed.
Harry kissed her temple and wandered over to the counter to pay for his ingredients. "Can I help it that I'm so darned cute? Just yesterday you were telling me how cute I was," he teased.
"You're in for a rude awakening, Potter. Not everyone finds you irresistible," she said as they walked out of the shop.
"You do," he reminded her, throwing his arm across her shoulder.
"You keep telling yourself that, Harry," she said, "and maybe someday someone else will believe you."
"You love bickering with me, don't you 'Mione?"
"Of course," she smiled, slipping her arm around his waist. "How else am I going to enjoy my day if I don't bicker with the man I love?"
"You could kiss me," he suggested.
"If I did that, what would I have to look forward to later?" Hermione asked innocently.
"It's your lot in life to punish me," he said, convinced as they walked into Florish and Blotts.
"Maybe," she said with a wink, and they continued their shopping.
Little did the young adults know that as they were enjoying the sunshine of Diagon Alley, they were being watched by a wizard lurking down Knockturn Alley. Lucius Malfoy cocked and eyebrow at the new couple. "Well, well," he mumbled. "There have been some interesting developments this summer."
He disappeared from the dark magic alley and reappeared in his mansion, Malfoy Manor. A tall and dark man stood before a dying fire. "It's true then?" A hissing voice asked.
"Most definitely. It was quite... disgusting," Malfoy shuddered.
"You may continue as planned," the hissing voice commanded.
"As you wish, my Lord," Lucius Malfoy bowed. The figure turned and Lord Voldemort gave a short but dark and sinister laugh. Malfoy once again disappeared, leaving the dark Lord to stare once again into the flames.
"Soon, young lady... soon you and your precious Potter will know everything... but you won't live long enough to tell the tale."
End Prologue
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Out of the Blue
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Prologue
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Hermione Granger scrunched up her nose as she stood on the stool in Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions shop in Diagon Alley. "I don't like black," she mumbled.
Harry turned to her from where he was standing on another stool. "It's not so bad," he commented.
"The color makes me look pale," she said, looking into the mirror as the needle and thread moved on its own, letting out the seam at the bottom of her school robes. Her curly chestnut brown hair that cascaded down her back shifted as she turned. Over her years at Hogwarts she had tried many styles, but in the end, she loved the long curls. "I can't wait till we graduate and I can wear the colors I please," she said.
Harry laughed, "Pink maybe? Or lavender?"
"Very funny, Harry. I was thinking more of deep blue or scarlet."
"But they're dark too," Harry pointed out, as he hopped down from the stool. "You don't think they'll make you look pale too?"
Hermione contemplated this as the needle and thread continued to move on its own. "I never thought about it. I just like those colors," she said, pointing to the robes and cloaks in the display."
"I'll buy you a sapphire colored cloak for graduation," Harry said.
"You're so sweet, Harry Potter," she said, as she stepped down from her stool. "What would I do without you?" She asked, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
"I don't know, maybe torture someone else about studying?" He said sarcastically.
She slapped his arm as he paid for the robes. They left the shop and wandered down Diagon Alley. Hermione had spent the last half of her summer with Harry and his godfather, Sirius Black. Her parents had gone on a vacation and would be gone until after she was to return to Hogwarts. Harry and Sirius had insisted to her parents that there was more than enough room in their house and were more than happy to have her.
Hermione and Harry had spent a great deal of their summer out on the grounds of Sirius's extensive property, which was enchanted to ward off the wandering eyes of muggles. They were training for the possible attack of the evil wizard, Lord Voldemort. Hermione had always been clever with spells and charms, while Harry excelled at carrying them out.
Now, it was only ten days till the start of classes and they were shopping for their school supplies. "I need some potion stuff," Harry mumbled.
"Come on," Hermione took his arm and lead him into another shop. As they entered, several heads turned. Most of them were young girls who giggled and ducked around a corner. "I told you all that training would come in handy."
Harry rolled his bright green eyes, "You know I only have eyes for one girl," he said, and wandered over to the various potion ingredients that were on the walls. Hermione smiled and watched him. Over the summer, and the months proceeding it, Harry's physical appearance had changed. He had grown to a lean and fairly muscular six feet and a few inches high, towering over the five and a half feet of Hermione. His sparkling green eyes were no longer hidden behind the constantly breaking glasses of his youth, but stood out as he wore wizarding contact lenses that never had to be changed or removed.
Hermione glared at a young witch that was standing too close to Harry. She recognized the girl as a sixth year student from Ravenclaw. The girl giggled and laid an arm on Harry. Hermione had seen enough and marched over. "Harry?"
The girl turned and glared at Hermione. "Can we help you?" She asked snidely.
"You can get your hands off my boyfriend," Hermione suggested, "or I'll hex you into next term!" The girl huffed and stalked off.
"Aww, my possessive girlfriend has saved me from the clutches of the evil Ravenclaw witch!" Harry laughed.
"She was touching you, Harry," Hermione hissed.
Harry kissed her temple and wandered over to the counter to pay for his ingredients. "Can I help it that I'm so darned cute? Just yesterday you were telling me how cute I was," he teased.
"You're in for a rude awakening, Potter. Not everyone finds you irresistible," she said as they walked out of the shop.
"You do," he reminded her, throwing his arm across her shoulder.
"You keep telling yourself that, Harry," she said, "and maybe someday someone else will believe you."
"You love bickering with me, don't you 'Mione?"
"Of course," she smiled, slipping her arm around his waist. "How else am I going to enjoy my day if I don't bicker with the man I love?"
"You could kiss me," he suggested.
"If I did that, what would I have to look forward to later?" Hermione asked innocently.
"It's your lot in life to punish me," he said, convinced as they walked into Florish and Blotts.
"Maybe," she said with a wink, and they continued their shopping.
Little did the young adults know that as they were enjoying the sunshine of Diagon Alley, they were being watched by a wizard lurking down Knockturn Alley. Lucius Malfoy cocked and eyebrow at the new couple. "Well, well," he mumbled. "There have been some interesting developments this summer."
He disappeared from the dark magic alley and reappeared in his mansion, Malfoy Manor. A tall and dark man stood before a dying fire. "It's true then?" A hissing voice asked.
"Most definitely. It was quite... disgusting," Malfoy shuddered.
"You may continue as planned," the hissing voice commanded.
"As you wish, my Lord," Lucius Malfoy bowed. The figure turned and Lord Voldemort gave a short but dark and sinister laugh. Malfoy once again disappeared, leaving the dark Lord to stare once again into the flames.
"Soon, young lady... soon you and your precious Potter will know everything... but you won't live long enough to tell the tale."
End Prologue
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