Disclaimer: I absolutely do not own the Harry Potter characters, although I
wish I did, but I don't. J.K. Rowling owns those.
Authors Note: There will be a lot of music, dancing and a new Hermione. We will also find out what really happened to James and Lily Potter. What is wrong with Hermione? Does she have another dark secret, possibly one that could kill???
Chapter One: A Special Letter
It was a hot, sunny, summer day and only one boy was left on Privet Drive, as the day was coming to an end. The boy was lying in the large flowerbed in the front of 4 Privet Drive. The boy's name was Harry Potter, but this was no ordinary boy, for this boy was a wizard. While he lay there all alone, he couldn't help but think of a certain friend of his, quite a beautiful friend of his. Just as he was about to go inside, he heard his devastatingly pernicious uncle yelling very loudly.
"Get that bloody bird out of here," Uncle Vernon screamed," I don't care if
you have to kill that thing, just get it out of this room!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry said obediently," I'll take care of it."
Harry, then, walked silently up the stairs with his owl, Hedwig, following him to his bedroom. As soon as Harry and Hedwig got to Harry's bedroom, Harry noticed a letter tied to her leg. Harry untied it so quickly; he had almost knocked the snowy owl over. From the sloppy handwriting, he knew it had to be from Ron Weasley, his best friend, who happened to have a very large temper. To much of Harry's surprise it was actually from his other best friend, whom he'd been thinking about earlier that day, Hermione Granger, in his opinion, a very beautiful, know-it-all, bookworm, nerd kind of girl. Harry then began to read it out loud. It read:
Dearest Harry,
How have you been? Well, to tell you the truth, I'm having a horrible time. So, I thought maybe you would like to come and spend the rest of the summer with me, at my house. Please say yes. Please say yes. Sorry I was thinking onto my paper. Please say yes. Please say yes. There I go again. I hope those awful people let you stay. If you're allowed, send me an owl back ASAP. I'm serious. Oh, by the way, Ron's coming later. So if you want to wait and come after he gets here, then that's fine. I'll just be all alone. Just so you know, I'm giving you the puppy dog pout right now. Whatever, just write back ASAP. I can't wait to see you. I have to go, bye.
Love Always,
Hermione
Harry was so excited; it took a few moments for all of this to process through his brain. As soon as it did, he bounded down the stairs. He, then, found his large uncle, Vernon, thin aunt, Petunia and his, obese was such an underestimate, enormous cousin, Dudley, in the kitchen.
As he skidded to a halt on the newly waxed floor, he said," Can I go to a friends house for the rest of the summer?" "Yeah, sure, whatever," Uncle Vernon said, obviously interested in something else.
Harry, then, bounded back up the stairs to write back. When he got into his room and opened the drawer, he pulled so hard it almost fell out of the desk. As soon as he got out a quill and a piece of parchment, he began to write. It read:
Dear Hermione,
I'd love to come. Now, I mean. And who cares what those horrible people think? All I would have to do is mention Sirius. Will you come to pick me up ASAP? Please pick me up ASAP. I think I would die if I had to stay here any longer. I can't wait to see you either. There's so mush I need to tell you. Please pick me up soon. I have to go, bye.
Only Yours,
Harry Potter
"Hey Hedwig, do you think you could take this to Hermione?" Harry said
softly.
The owl only hooted in response before she flew away. I hope Hermione
picks me up soon, Harry thought. But Harry was in for a huge surprise.
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The next day, a girl named Hermione Granger stumbled blindly out of bed. As she tried to step onto the floor, she hadn't realized that her feet were
tangled in the sheet; she fell flat on her face. Today was the day she would surprise Harry and pick him up. She didn't care if he hadn't packed
yet, she would have to wait. She didn't even care what he looked like,
although she was nervous about what she was going to wear. The night before she had tried on several outfits, but none of them were good enough.
But now she knew exactly what she was going to wear. As she stood in front of her floor length mirror, she wondered if he would even recognize her. She had changed quite a lot. She had decided to wear a red halter- top and a pair of old, tight blue jean shorts. She had also put a little bit of red eye shadow and some cherry flavored lip-gloss. As she stepped into her little, red convertible with black leather interior, she silently
checked her make-up.
She was surprised at how far away Harry lived. When she finally found the house around noon and knocked on the door, Harry came to the door, still in
his pajamas. Hermione couldn't help but snigger.
"Oh, sorry, I think you have the wrong house." Harry said.
"Oh, well, I'm looking for a certain man by the name of Harry Potter," Hermione said, a confused look on her face," Do you, by any chance, know
where he lives?"
" What's your name?" Harry said.
"Hermione Granger, who are you?"
"Hermione? No, your not Hermione."
"I knew it was you. It's kind of easy considering the giant scar on your
head."
"Shut up,"
"Make me."
"Maybe I will one day. How did you get here?"
"I drove."
"Whoa, you can drive?"
"Uh, yeah,"
"Cool, I'm not packed."
"That's okay, I'll wait."
"Are you sure you want to?"
"Yeah,"
"Then, come on." Harry said, pulling her in and upstairs to his bedroom.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, when they got to his bedroom.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?" Harry said.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Hermione said
"I guess I'm not used to the way you look." Harry said, getting ready to
take off his shirt. When Harry finally got his shirt off, Hermione started biting her lip. She knew she liked what she saw and she wanted it, too. She couldn't stand it.
She knew that if she didn't look away that she would do something she would regret. Now facing the wall, Hermione felt strong arms wrap around her waist. She knew who it was. It was Harry, a Harry with no shirt on. As he leaned his head on her shoulder, she knew she would have to look up. When she finally did, her soft cinnamon brown eyes met his piercing emerald green eyes. She didn't know what she was thinking, so she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. When they did break away, there was
a long awkward silence. Harry was the first to speak.
.
"Maybe I should finish packing" he said.
"Um, Yeah."Hermione said in responce.
When Harry turned around, Hermione noticed little scars on his back. She
slowly walked over and started tracing them with her small fingertips.
Harry, then, turned around swiftly, startling Hermione.
"How tall are you?" Hermione said, quietly.
"Six foot, 3 inches. How tall are you?" Harry replied.
"Five foot, six inches."
"You're really short."
"Shut up,"
"Make me,"
Harry lowered his head but stopped right above her lips, teasing her. He could tell that she was hoping that he would kiss her. Just as she thought he would kiss her, he began to tickle her fiercely. She flailed her arms
every which way.
"Are you ready to leave, yet?" Hermione said, still giggling, when he was
finished.
"Yeah," He said, ready to leave.
"Good,"
"Okay,"
"Lets go," Hermione said, opening the door.
Authors Note: There will be a lot of music, dancing and a new Hermione. We will also find out what really happened to James and Lily Potter. What is wrong with Hermione? Does she have another dark secret, possibly one that could kill???
Chapter One: A Special Letter
It was a hot, sunny, summer day and only one boy was left on Privet Drive, as the day was coming to an end. The boy was lying in the large flowerbed in the front of 4 Privet Drive. The boy's name was Harry Potter, but this was no ordinary boy, for this boy was a wizard. While he lay there all alone, he couldn't help but think of a certain friend of his, quite a beautiful friend of his. Just as he was about to go inside, he heard his devastatingly pernicious uncle yelling very loudly.
"Get that bloody bird out of here," Uncle Vernon screamed," I don't care if
you have to kill that thing, just get it out of this room!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry said obediently," I'll take care of it."
Harry, then, walked silently up the stairs with his owl, Hedwig, following him to his bedroom. As soon as Harry and Hedwig got to Harry's bedroom, Harry noticed a letter tied to her leg. Harry untied it so quickly; he had almost knocked the snowy owl over. From the sloppy handwriting, he knew it had to be from Ron Weasley, his best friend, who happened to have a very large temper. To much of Harry's surprise it was actually from his other best friend, whom he'd been thinking about earlier that day, Hermione Granger, in his opinion, a very beautiful, know-it-all, bookworm, nerd kind of girl. Harry then began to read it out loud. It read:
Dearest Harry,
How have you been? Well, to tell you the truth, I'm having a horrible time. So, I thought maybe you would like to come and spend the rest of the summer with me, at my house. Please say yes. Please say yes. Sorry I was thinking onto my paper. Please say yes. Please say yes. There I go again. I hope those awful people let you stay. If you're allowed, send me an owl back ASAP. I'm serious. Oh, by the way, Ron's coming later. So if you want to wait and come after he gets here, then that's fine. I'll just be all alone. Just so you know, I'm giving you the puppy dog pout right now. Whatever, just write back ASAP. I can't wait to see you. I have to go, bye.
Love Always,
Hermione
Harry was so excited; it took a few moments for all of this to process through his brain. As soon as it did, he bounded down the stairs. He, then, found his large uncle, Vernon, thin aunt, Petunia and his, obese was such an underestimate, enormous cousin, Dudley, in the kitchen.
As he skidded to a halt on the newly waxed floor, he said," Can I go to a friends house for the rest of the summer?" "Yeah, sure, whatever," Uncle Vernon said, obviously interested in something else.
Harry, then, bounded back up the stairs to write back. When he got into his room and opened the drawer, he pulled so hard it almost fell out of the desk. As soon as he got out a quill and a piece of parchment, he began to write. It read:
Dear Hermione,
I'd love to come. Now, I mean. And who cares what those horrible people think? All I would have to do is mention Sirius. Will you come to pick me up ASAP? Please pick me up ASAP. I think I would die if I had to stay here any longer. I can't wait to see you either. There's so mush I need to tell you. Please pick me up soon. I have to go, bye.
Only Yours,
Harry Potter
"Hey Hedwig, do you think you could take this to Hermione?" Harry said
softly.
The owl only hooted in response before she flew away. I hope Hermione
picks me up soon, Harry thought. But Harry was in for a huge surprise.
***********************************************************************
The next day, a girl named Hermione Granger stumbled blindly out of bed. As she tried to step onto the floor, she hadn't realized that her feet were
tangled in the sheet; she fell flat on her face. Today was the day she would surprise Harry and pick him up. She didn't care if he hadn't packed
yet, she would have to wait. She didn't even care what he looked like,
although she was nervous about what she was going to wear. The night before she had tried on several outfits, but none of them were good enough.
But now she knew exactly what she was going to wear. As she stood in front of her floor length mirror, she wondered if he would even recognize her. She had changed quite a lot. She had decided to wear a red halter- top and a pair of old, tight blue jean shorts. She had also put a little bit of red eye shadow and some cherry flavored lip-gloss. As she stepped into her little, red convertible with black leather interior, she silently
checked her make-up.
She was surprised at how far away Harry lived. When she finally found the house around noon and knocked on the door, Harry came to the door, still in
his pajamas. Hermione couldn't help but snigger.
"Oh, sorry, I think you have the wrong house." Harry said.
"Oh, well, I'm looking for a certain man by the name of Harry Potter," Hermione said, a confused look on her face," Do you, by any chance, know
where he lives?"
" What's your name?" Harry said.
"Hermione Granger, who are you?"
"Hermione? No, your not Hermione."
"I knew it was you. It's kind of easy considering the giant scar on your
head."
"Shut up,"
"Make me."
"Maybe I will one day. How did you get here?"
"I drove."
"Whoa, you can drive?"
"Uh, yeah,"
"Cool, I'm not packed."
"That's okay, I'll wait."
"Are you sure you want to?"
"Yeah,"
"Then, come on." Harry said, pulling her in and upstairs to his bedroom.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, when they got to his bedroom.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?" Harry said.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Hermione said
"I guess I'm not used to the way you look." Harry said, getting ready to
take off his shirt. When Harry finally got his shirt off, Hermione started biting her lip. She knew she liked what she saw and she wanted it, too. She couldn't stand it.
She knew that if she didn't look away that she would do something she would regret. Now facing the wall, Hermione felt strong arms wrap around her waist. She knew who it was. It was Harry, a Harry with no shirt on. As he leaned his head on her shoulder, she knew she would have to look up. When she finally did, her soft cinnamon brown eyes met his piercing emerald green eyes. She didn't know what she was thinking, so she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. When they did break away, there was
a long awkward silence. Harry was the first to speak.
.
"Maybe I should finish packing" he said.
"Um, Yeah."Hermione said in responce.
When Harry turned around, Hermione noticed little scars on his back. She
slowly walked over and started tracing them with her small fingertips.
Harry, then, turned around swiftly, startling Hermione.
"How tall are you?" Hermione said, quietly.
"Six foot, 3 inches. How tall are you?" Harry replied.
"Five foot, six inches."
"You're really short."
"Shut up,"
"Make me,"
Harry lowered his head but stopped right above her lips, teasing her. He could tell that she was hoping that he would kiss her. Just as she thought he would kiss her, he began to tickle her fiercely. She flailed her arms
every which way.
"Are you ready to leave, yet?" Hermione said, still giggling, when he was
finished.
"Yeah," He said, ready to leave.
"Good,"
"Okay,"
"Lets go," Hermione said, opening the door.