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HERE I GO
AGAIN
Tscha, wish me luck with this dumb thing
Cuz I'll really really really need it. LOL!!!!!
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Without further ado, whatever that even is,
#2!!!!!!!! Here it is!!!!!
"How's everything?" Ron Weasley asked of his girlfriend, Hermione Granger. They had just gotten back from winter break, and were coming back to Hogwarts.
"I'm okay. Did you hear about Harry?" Hermione, a pretty girl in her fifth year at Hogwarts answered him. "I can't believe it . . . It's finally happened. Harry Potter finally killed Voldemort. But where is he?"
"No one knows," Ron answered, "Because he killed Voldemort and just . . . ran away, I guess. No one knows where."
Hermione looked sad, as if she couldn't bear it any more. "Yes, I know. All I wanted for Christmas was for him to show up on my doorstep, saying that everything was okay and that he would be going back to Hogwarts after all. But obviously, that didn't happen. It didn't happen at all, and now the whole world's out looking for my best friend." Ron realized that Hermione was crying. He hugged her and whispered, "It's okay. Harry won't hide forever, he's not like that. He'll come back. He liked you, you know. He wouldn't just leave you here and never come back. I'm sure he's going to be back by the end of the year."
Hermione wiped her tears and murmured, "Yes. You're right, of course. He's definitely going to come back soon. I'm sure of it."
But Harry James Potter wasn't back as soon as they expected. He didn't come back to Hogwarts at the end of the year. In fact, he didn't come back to Hogwarts at all. No one knew where he was. They expected that he was either dead, or something happened the night that he killed Voldemort that he couldn't tell anyone about. But all of the witches and wizards that wanted to find Harry knew that if it would happen, there was only one possible way to do it. And that way was Harry's old best friend and the love of his life, Hermione Michelle Granger.
Harry had been gone for five years by the time that these people banded together to devise a plan for finding Harry Potter, wherever he was. They knew from the old articles in the Daily Prophet that they needed a girl named Hermione Granger, because she would probably want to find Harry now that Viktor Krum was the first seeker ever to die in a quidditch match. Their only problem was, they didn't really know if they wanted to find Hermione. They knew that Rita Skeeter, another missing person, but one that no one really cared about, was utterly horrible sometimes, but were her articles true? Was Hermione really so two-faced? And would she want to help?
In the meantime, Hermione and Ron had both become teachers at Hogwarts, after finding that they couldn't really leave, and they had become more and more serious in their relationship over the years. The only thing that disturbed Ron was that he knew that Hermione still wanted to find Harry more than she wanted anything else in the whole world. Every time someone rang the magical doorbell on the neat little house that she had on Hogwarts grounds, she would run screaming to the door, hoping with all her heart that it was Harry. Although he wanted to find Harry too, he found this wholly disturbing. But he just kept quiet about it because he didn't know what else to do.
"Hermione Michelle Granger! I found it! Here's what's in her file: She teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, lives with her boyfriend Ron Weasley- wait a second. A new boyfriend? That can't be good." Melissa Grant, a brown haired, green- eyed, tall member of the 'Where's Harry' committee, frowned. However, Alicia Branch, another member, who was just as pretty as Melissa, simply sighed and said, "Come on, Melissa. The girl's got to have a life. Just because she has a boyfriend five years later doesn't make her a terrible person. Now, what else does it say in there?"
Another sigh. "Stuff about what she looks like, how old she is, her grades, her personality, junk like that. You know, stuff that we already know. Well, I guess we'll just have to go and find this girl. I mean, all of us want to find Harry Potter. I just hope that she isn't as bratty as Rita Skeeter said that she was a few years back." So Alicia and Melissa disapparated and apparated as close to Hogwarts as possible. Then they walked for a few minutes until they were right outside the castle.
"Well, this is it. It could be all that we need." Alicia looked very worried. Melissa shook with nervousness and wondered aloud, "What if she just doesn't care anymore? Will that just be the end of hoping that someday we can find Harry Potter?" Alicia didn't have an answer for Melissa because she had actually been wondering the same thing. Would it be the end of their little committee?
They knocked the two giant doors of Hogwarts. A slim, beautiful brunette with eyes that shined answered the door. Although they didn't know it at first, it was the first time that they ever saw Hermione Granger, the twenty-year-old girl that would change their twenty-seven and twenty-nine year old lives.
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So there I was, my grin fading fast, as I realized that these people were definitely not Harry. And what was that they were holding? A file with my name on it. Hermione Granger. They must have been looking for me. They were looking for me, I was looking for Harry, the only guy that I'd ever really love, and Harry was looking for a fresh start. I know I'm not the first witch to say this, but what a world.
I brought them inside impatiently and asked why they were here. The older, taller one said that her name was Melissa Grant and that she was looking for someone called Hermione Granger. I told her it was me, and what did she want? I didn't have all day. I definitely shoudn't be so rude to them, I thought, and pinched myself for it. But it was true. I didn't have all day. It was cold inside the stone castle, and cozy at home. I loved my house, and I was very proud of the fact that I half-owned the only house on Hogwarts grounds. Hagrid still has his hut there, on the other side of the castle, but in my mind that doesn't really qualify as a house.
Now they're looking at each other with smirks, almost. I-told-you-so looks. I don't like the way that they're doing that. It's very rude.
"We're the leaders of the 'Where's Harry' committee-it's fairly new, so you've probably never heard of it before . . ."
Oh, my gosh. This was what I had been waiting for, indirectly. Finding someone that wanted to find Harry was the next best thing to finding Harry. This was the thing that I wanted second most in my life. She kept talking, but I was completely oblivious to every single word that she said. Finding Harry. . .
"Excuse me? Miss Granger? Are you willing to help out?" I snapped back into reality, all of the pictures of Harry and I together at last completely leaving my mind. It was that girl, Mariah or whatever her name was, and she was trying to get my attention. Oops. Can't let myself get carried away, can't let myself get carried away. I have to find him first, of course.
"YES! I mean, yes, I would love to. So, what should I do? How are we going to find him? What's the plan? How do I help?" They looked stunned. Okay, that's it, they definitely read that stupid Daily Prophet article about me. Okay, I admit it, I lied. I'll never let Rita Skeeter out of that little jam jar for the rest of her natural life.
Then they kind of smiled to each other. I smiled, too. "Where do I begin?" I asked.
HERE I GO
AGAIN
Tscha, wish me luck with this dumb thing
Cuz I'll really really really need it. LOL!!!!!
=P
Without further ado, whatever that even is,
#2!!!!!!!! Here it is!!!!!
"How's everything?" Ron Weasley asked of his girlfriend, Hermione Granger. They had just gotten back from winter break, and were coming back to Hogwarts.
"I'm okay. Did you hear about Harry?" Hermione, a pretty girl in her fifth year at Hogwarts answered him. "I can't believe it . . . It's finally happened. Harry Potter finally killed Voldemort. But where is he?"
"No one knows," Ron answered, "Because he killed Voldemort and just . . . ran away, I guess. No one knows where."
Hermione looked sad, as if she couldn't bear it any more. "Yes, I know. All I wanted for Christmas was for him to show up on my doorstep, saying that everything was okay and that he would be going back to Hogwarts after all. But obviously, that didn't happen. It didn't happen at all, and now the whole world's out looking for my best friend." Ron realized that Hermione was crying. He hugged her and whispered, "It's okay. Harry won't hide forever, he's not like that. He'll come back. He liked you, you know. He wouldn't just leave you here and never come back. I'm sure he's going to be back by the end of the year."
Hermione wiped her tears and murmured, "Yes. You're right, of course. He's definitely going to come back soon. I'm sure of it."
But Harry James Potter wasn't back as soon as they expected. He didn't come back to Hogwarts at the end of the year. In fact, he didn't come back to Hogwarts at all. No one knew where he was. They expected that he was either dead, or something happened the night that he killed Voldemort that he couldn't tell anyone about. But all of the witches and wizards that wanted to find Harry knew that if it would happen, there was only one possible way to do it. And that way was Harry's old best friend and the love of his life, Hermione Michelle Granger.
Harry had been gone for five years by the time that these people banded together to devise a plan for finding Harry Potter, wherever he was. They knew from the old articles in the Daily Prophet that they needed a girl named Hermione Granger, because she would probably want to find Harry now that Viktor Krum was the first seeker ever to die in a quidditch match. Their only problem was, they didn't really know if they wanted to find Hermione. They knew that Rita Skeeter, another missing person, but one that no one really cared about, was utterly horrible sometimes, but were her articles true? Was Hermione really so two-faced? And would she want to help?
In the meantime, Hermione and Ron had both become teachers at Hogwarts, after finding that they couldn't really leave, and they had become more and more serious in their relationship over the years. The only thing that disturbed Ron was that he knew that Hermione still wanted to find Harry more than she wanted anything else in the whole world. Every time someone rang the magical doorbell on the neat little house that she had on Hogwarts grounds, she would run screaming to the door, hoping with all her heart that it was Harry. Although he wanted to find Harry too, he found this wholly disturbing. But he just kept quiet about it because he didn't know what else to do.
"Hermione Michelle Granger! I found it! Here's what's in her file: She teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, lives with her boyfriend Ron Weasley- wait a second. A new boyfriend? That can't be good." Melissa Grant, a brown haired, green- eyed, tall member of the 'Where's Harry' committee, frowned. However, Alicia Branch, another member, who was just as pretty as Melissa, simply sighed and said, "Come on, Melissa. The girl's got to have a life. Just because she has a boyfriend five years later doesn't make her a terrible person. Now, what else does it say in there?"
Another sigh. "Stuff about what she looks like, how old she is, her grades, her personality, junk like that. You know, stuff that we already know. Well, I guess we'll just have to go and find this girl. I mean, all of us want to find Harry Potter. I just hope that she isn't as bratty as Rita Skeeter said that she was a few years back." So Alicia and Melissa disapparated and apparated as close to Hogwarts as possible. Then they walked for a few minutes until they were right outside the castle.
"Well, this is it. It could be all that we need." Alicia looked very worried. Melissa shook with nervousness and wondered aloud, "What if she just doesn't care anymore? Will that just be the end of hoping that someday we can find Harry Potter?" Alicia didn't have an answer for Melissa because she had actually been wondering the same thing. Would it be the end of their little committee?
They knocked the two giant doors of Hogwarts. A slim, beautiful brunette with eyes that shined answered the door. Although they didn't know it at first, it was the first time that they ever saw Hermione Granger, the twenty-year-old girl that would change their twenty-seven and twenty-nine year old lives.
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So there I was, my grin fading fast, as I realized that these people were definitely not Harry. And what was that they were holding? A file with my name on it. Hermione Granger. They must have been looking for me. They were looking for me, I was looking for Harry, the only guy that I'd ever really love, and Harry was looking for a fresh start. I know I'm not the first witch to say this, but what a world.
I brought them inside impatiently and asked why they were here. The older, taller one said that her name was Melissa Grant and that she was looking for someone called Hermione Granger. I told her it was me, and what did she want? I didn't have all day. I definitely shoudn't be so rude to them, I thought, and pinched myself for it. But it was true. I didn't have all day. It was cold inside the stone castle, and cozy at home. I loved my house, and I was very proud of the fact that I half-owned the only house on Hogwarts grounds. Hagrid still has his hut there, on the other side of the castle, but in my mind that doesn't really qualify as a house.
Now they're looking at each other with smirks, almost. I-told-you-so looks. I don't like the way that they're doing that. It's very rude.
"We're the leaders of the 'Where's Harry' committee-it's fairly new, so you've probably never heard of it before . . ."
Oh, my gosh. This was what I had been waiting for, indirectly. Finding someone that wanted to find Harry was the next best thing to finding Harry. This was the thing that I wanted second most in my life. She kept talking, but I was completely oblivious to every single word that she said. Finding Harry. . .
"Excuse me? Miss Granger? Are you willing to help out?" I snapped back into reality, all of the pictures of Harry and I together at last completely leaving my mind. It was that girl, Mariah or whatever her name was, and she was trying to get my attention. Oops. Can't let myself get carried away, can't let myself get carried away. I have to find him first, of course.
"YES! I mean, yes, I would love to. So, what should I do? How are we going to find him? What's the plan? How do I help?" They looked stunned. Okay, that's it, they definitely read that stupid Daily Prophet article about me. Okay, I admit it, I lied. I'll never let Rita Skeeter out of that little jam jar for the rest of her natural life.
Then they kind of smiled to each other. I smiled, too. "Where do I begin?" I asked.