Disclaimer: This doesn't belong to me, this wonderful world belongs to the great allmighty J.K. Rowling. I'm only borrowing her great characters.
A/N: This is my first fanfic ever. I've read tons and tons of them, but this is the first one I write myself. There are lots of them in my head, so I decided I had to start writing them down. I'm Dutch, so my English is far from perfect. I also don't have a beta, so if there are people who want help me with that, tell me. I hope you like my fic.
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Even a hard life can have some good days.
Chapter 1: Different, but also exactly the same.
It again was a very hot summer in Little Whinging. For the now 16-year old boy living at nr 4 privet drive the summer was the most boring time of the year. He then had to live with his terrible relatives and had to miss all his friends. All of this because he is a wizard and he is the boy who lived. This was how it went every year. This year was exactly the same, but also different. It was worse, but also better. The one person he had loved like a father in his young life, his godfather Sirius, had died about a month ago while fighting for him. After he had lost his parents to He-who-must-not-be-named when he was one year old, he had now lost the closest thing he had to a father. Sirius. It had been terrible so far living with it, and it still was. Just this one little thing kept him going: one of his 2 best friends owled him every single day. He loved it. It had become a habit, and it had helped them to become even better friends then they were before. He had even risked calling her Mione instead of Hermione and she hadn't even protested. He was sure he was the first one ever to be allowed to use a shorter version of her name, even her parents couldn't do that without her getting mad. So now he always called her Mione when he wrote. It were those letters that made his summer vacation bearable.
Today hadn't been different. After a long day of sitting in his room thinking about Sirius, doing shores for his uncle and aunt and preparing dinner for them, he had finally received his daily pep talk letter from Hermione and he was going to read it before he went to bed for another night of troubled sleep.
Dear Harry.
Here I am again. I hope you're all right today and that those muggles you have there didn't treat you too bad. My letters are quite similar every time I write you, but todays letter is going to be a little bit different.
I have quite a surprise for you, but I believe you'll like it. Here it comes: because I'm turning 16, I may go skiing on my own next Christmas, but only if I ask someone along. I'm sure you here me coming already, Harry, would you want to go skiing with me next Christmas? I know you haven't done it before, but it isn't that difficult and I would really like it if you came along. Dumbledore says it's okay. Would you please?
Forever yours,
Hermione.
He was quite surprised when he read the letter, no one had ever asked him to go on vacation. To be exact, in the sixteen years of his young life, he hadn't gone on a holidat at all. He had visited his friends, yes, but you couldn't call that going on a holiday.
He didn't need to think about it, he loved the idea. (*And not only the idea, ... hehehe*) So he owled her back that same evening, unlike what he almost always did with Hermiones letters, owl back the next day so he could tell her about his dreams too.
Dear Mione,
You were right. I like the idea, I would be honoured if I could go along. I've never been further away from "home" then Hogwarts, I bet it must be wonderful, but what about Ron? I'm sure he would like to go too. Write back soon.
Forever yours,
Harry.
Hermione received his reply the very next morning and when she read it she thought:
"Oh great, now he asks about Ron, it's hard enough that I had to choose." It was true, she had had to choose, though she hadn't doubted for a single second, she had chosen Harry immediately. BUT, she couldn't tell him that, now could she? "It would be a bit suspicious," she thought," after all they were both supposed to be her best friend, the one just as much as the other."
She decided not to tell the whole truth, a little white lie couldn't hurt anyone. This wasn't like Hermione at all, but she didn't want him to know her little secret.
Dear Harry,
I thought about Ron too. Maybe I could have asked him, but I could take only one person so I had to choose. But then he told me that he and his family were going to Romania for Christmas, so I didn't have to choose anymore. I hope you do well. Hear you soon.
Love you,
Hermione.
She reread her letter before sending it and thought: "This should do it, I think, I'm only messing with the order of things a bit. I'm not going to tell him that I chose him before Ron told me they were going to Romania for Christmas. After all Ron couldn't have gone with me even if I had asked, he said his parents had told him they were all going, without any exceptions." Like this she silenced her conscience. And then just before sending the letter she noticed it, "Love YOU" she had written. "How could I," she thought,"How could I not see that. I would have given myself away completely! Thank Merlin I noticed it just in time." She changed it in just "Love" and gave the letter to her owl who happily took it to Harry.
Again he received his long awaited letter after a long day of work. (His aunt and uncle always let him work a lot and he always waited for Hermiones letter to come.) After reading it he send her a quick reply:
Dear Mione,
It's all settled then I suppose. I just didn't want to keep Ron from going, he deserves it more than me. But, he can't go, so I get to go. Yes! A holiday. Thanks a lot for asking me along, if there's something I can do in return let me know okay. I hope I see you guys soon. Write back soon.
Love you,
Harry.
Unlike Hermione, Harry didn't notice his little slip-up. Luckily for him, or not, while reading it Hermione thought: "Could it be? No, I'm imagining things, he doesn't love me like that, he probably just loves me like a sister." How wrong could she be!
With this, the skiing-holiday issue was settled. They kept owling eachother every day and soon the summer vacation came to an end.
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A/N: I hoped you guys liked it. Since I've entered the wonderful world of authors, I would like to get some reviews too. I was used to review myself, I almost always try to do so when I read a story, so pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease review. (Dropping on my knees and begging for some reviews.) I could use some help, review review review, pleeeeeeeeease. Tell me what you like, and what you don't. Now, enough of this, just review, I would appreciate it soooooooooooo much. See ya, I'm going to continue writing now.
Greetz, Miss_Mione. (Oh, and you someone please tell me what OC means, like in the pairings, RW/OC)
A/N: This is my first fanfic ever. I've read tons and tons of them, but this is the first one I write myself. There are lots of them in my head, so I decided I had to start writing them down. I'm Dutch, so my English is far from perfect. I also don't have a beta, so if there are people who want help me with that, tell me. I hope you like my fic.
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Even a hard life can have some good days.
Chapter 1: Different, but also exactly the same.
It again was a very hot summer in Little Whinging. For the now 16-year old boy living at nr 4 privet drive the summer was the most boring time of the year. He then had to live with his terrible relatives and had to miss all his friends. All of this because he is a wizard and he is the boy who lived. This was how it went every year. This year was exactly the same, but also different. It was worse, but also better. The one person he had loved like a father in his young life, his godfather Sirius, had died about a month ago while fighting for him. After he had lost his parents to He-who-must-not-be-named when he was one year old, he had now lost the closest thing he had to a father. Sirius. It had been terrible so far living with it, and it still was. Just this one little thing kept him going: one of his 2 best friends owled him every single day. He loved it. It had become a habit, and it had helped them to become even better friends then they were before. He had even risked calling her Mione instead of Hermione and she hadn't even protested. He was sure he was the first one ever to be allowed to use a shorter version of her name, even her parents couldn't do that without her getting mad. So now he always called her Mione when he wrote. It were those letters that made his summer vacation bearable.
Today hadn't been different. After a long day of sitting in his room thinking about Sirius, doing shores for his uncle and aunt and preparing dinner for them, he had finally received his daily pep talk letter from Hermione and he was going to read it before he went to bed for another night of troubled sleep.
Dear Harry.
Here I am again. I hope you're all right today and that those muggles you have there didn't treat you too bad. My letters are quite similar every time I write you, but todays letter is going to be a little bit different.
I have quite a surprise for you, but I believe you'll like it. Here it comes: because I'm turning 16, I may go skiing on my own next Christmas, but only if I ask someone along. I'm sure you here me coming already, Harry, would you want to go skiing with me next Christmas? I know you haven't done it before, but it isn't that difficult and I would really like it if you came along. Dumbledore says it's okay. Would you please?
Forever yours,
Hermione.
He was quite surprised when he read the letter, no one had ever asked him to go on vacation. To be exact, in the sixteen years of his young life, he hadn't gone on a holidat at all. He had visited his friends, yes, but you couldn't call that going on a holiday.
He didn't need to think about it, he loved the idea. (*And not only the idea, ... hehehe*) So he owled her back that same evening, unlike what he almost always did with Hermiones letters, owl back the next day so he could tell her about his dreams too.
Dear Mione,
You were right. I like the idea, I would be honoured if I could go along. I've never been further away from "home" then Hogwarts, I bet it must be wonderful, but what about Ron? I'm sure he would like to go too. Write back soon.
Forever yours,
Harry.
Hermione received his reply the very next morning and when she read it she thought:
"Oh great, now he asks about Ron, it's hard enough that I had to choose." It was true, she had had to choose, though she hadn't doubted for a single second, she had chosen Harry immediately. BUT, she couldn't tell him that, now could she? "It would be a bit suspicious," she thought," after all they were both supposed to be her best friend, the one just as much as the other."
She decided not to tell the whole truth, a little white lie couldn't hurt anyone. This wasn't like Hermione at all, but she didn't want him to know her little secret.
Dear Harry,
I thought about Ron too. Maybe I could have asked him, but I could take only one person so I had to choose. But then he told me that he and his family were going to Romania for Christmas, so I didn't have to choose anymore. I hope you do well. Hear you soon.
Love you,
Hermione.
She reread her letter before sending it and thought: "This should do it, I think, I'm only messing with the order of things a bit. I'm not going to tell him that I chose him before Ron told me they were going to Romania for Christmas. After all Ron couldn't have gone with me even if I had asked, he said his parents had told him they were all going, without any exceptions." Like this she silenced her conscience. And then just before sending the letter she noticed it, "Love YOU" she had written. "How could I," she thought,"How could I not see that. I would have given myself away completely! Thank Merlin I noticed it just in time." She changed it in just "Love" and gave the letter to her owl who happily took it to Harry.
Again he received his long awaited letter after a long day of work. (His aunt and uncle always let him work a lot and he always waited for Hermiones letter to come.) After reading it he send her a quick reply:
Dear Mione,
It's all settled then I suppose. I just didn't want to keep Ron from going, he deserves it more than me. But, he can't go, so I get to go. Yes! A holiday. Thanks a lot for asking me along, if there's something I can do in return let me know okay. I hope I see you guys soon. Write back soon.
Love you,
Harry.
Unlike Hermione, Harry didn't notice his little slip-up. Luckily for him, or not, while reading it Hermione thought: "Could it be? No, I'm imagining things, he doesn't love me like that, he probably just loves me like a sister." How wrong could she be!
With this, the skiing-holiday issue was settled. They kept owling eachother every day and soon the summer vacation came to an end.
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A/N: I hoped you guys liked it. Since I've entered the wonderful world of authors, I would like to get some reviews too. I was used to review myself, I almost always try to do so when I read a story, so pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease review. (Dropping on my knees and begging for some reviews.) I could use some help, review review review, pleeeeeeeeease. Tell me what you like, and what you don't. Now, enough of this, just review, I would appreciate it soooooooooooo much. See ya, I'm going to continue writing now.
Greetz, Miss_Mione. (Oh, and you someone please tell me what OC means, like in the pairings, RW/OC)