Here goes nothing! This is my very first fan fic, so please review it so that when writing future fan fics, or future chapters for this fan fic, I can improve and become a better writer!
Harry
"See ya, Harry! Remember, bright and early tomorrow morning! The more training we get, the better we'll be!"
"Yea, okay", Harry replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. He didn't see how they could get any better though, they'd won the league the past six years running. Harry played for the Tornados, the best Quidditch team in England. He had signed for them eight years ago, just after his 20th birthday. He'd left the Chudley Cannons for them, in a move that was too good to refuse but resulted in his best friend Ron Weasley, a die-hard Cannons fan, getting mad at him. He'd had tryouts for Keeper there, and as he didn't get signed on his only link to the club he'd supported all his life was Harry, the seeker. Harry often wondered what his life would be like if he hadn't signed for the Tornados… he'd still be close to Ron, that's for sure. And his life would probably be a lot less hectic. But would he still be an England international? It was this that had lured him away from the Cannons. When the Tornados expressed an interest in him, his agent said to him "You'd be mad to turn this down Harry! This is the best side in England that wants you! Just think, you'll play for England playing for the Tornados! Do you think an opportunity like that will come about whilst you're playing for a second-rate team like the Cannons?" Within 24 hours of this conversation, Harry was under contract to the Tornados. Ron never had been a good liar... upon hearing the news, he did his best to be supportive, but Harry could see how upset and disappointed he was. Their level of friendship had declined since then… Ron's letters were always short, and though Ron said this was because he was too busy as an Auror to write more, Harry thought it was more likely that Ron was still mad at him because he'd signed for the Tornados. The letters got shorter and shorter, then arrived less and less, then stopped altogether. Harry thought of visiting him, but if Ron didn't want to write to him, what would make him want to be visited by Harry? And so, Harry just stayed put, and let Ron be.
As Harry arrived home, he found a stack of letters on the table where the owls had left them. He trained so much these days, he was normally up and out of the house before the owls delivered. Before even reading them, he knew what most of them were… letters from fans, telling him how great he was, and/or requesting his autograph. Being the polite person he was, he always responded, and send them an autograph if they wanted one, but he did it half-heartedly. When he'd first started playing, he treasured these letters, but he got so many these days they had lost all meaning. He looked through the letters, checking for Hermione or Ron's handwriting, or anything that didn't look like fan mail. He doubted there would be - there never was. But there, to his surprise, was a letter that definitely wasn't fan mail. It was a letter in a thick, heavy envelope. The address was written in emerald-green ink, and it was sealed with a purple wax steel bearing a large letter 'H' surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake. It was a letter from Hogwarts.
Harry ripped open the letter excitedly, wondering why Hogwarts would send him a letter. He hadn't spoken to Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGongall or anyone else from Hogwarts since he'd left the school. The last letter he'd been sent was the one telling him what grades he got in his NEWTs. After Harry had torn open the envelope, he unfolded the enclosed letter and read it:
Dear Mr. Potter,
I am writing to inform you that on the 6th of August, you and your fellow classmates are all invited to a year-group reunion. The event will take place between the hours of 7 and 9pm, and it will be a dance. You may bring a dance partner if you wish. I will be there, as will your head of house and other teachers who were able to attend. It is important that I am informed as to whether or not you are coming, so please respond as soon as possible.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
This was almost too good to be true. Harry would get to see Ron again, and even better, Hermione. Ron was a great friend, and seeing him would be great, but it was different with Hermione. He loved her, and not as a friend. They say you never get over your first love, and this was true for Harry. At the end of every relationship he had, at the end of every bad date, Hermione came to mind. But as much as he loved her, he had never wrote to her since she moved to France. His love made him too shy to do so. But now, he'd get to see her. He immediately got some parchment and a quill and wrote to Dumbledore telling him that he would be attending the reunion.
Ron
"Ron, are you okay? Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you so hard with that spell!"
"Yeah, I'm fine", he replied. It was embarrassing enough to be knocked out by a trainee Auror, so he wasn't going to admit how badly he'd hit his head. After recent mistakes, Ron's job as an Auror currently involved working with the trainees and helping train them. This reminded him of his D.A. meetings in his fifth year at Hogwarts, and his training scheme involved a lot of the things done in the D.A. Today, he was going through the basic spells that could be used in small-scale incidents, and they had just been practising 'Expelliarmus'. As there were 11 trainees, Claire Bondel was working with him. No one else would work with her, as she was unbelievably clumsy. She had been over enthusiastic this time, and as a result knocked Ron on the floor. He hit his head hard, and was knocked unconscious. He looked at his was. 8:15pm! The session should've ended 15 minutes ago, but because of Claire they'd all had to wait and see if Ron was okay. He got to his feet and said to them "Well, we've run overtime. Thank you for waiting for me, but you can all go now. See you tomorrow." As the other ten trainees left, Claire stayed and apologised again.
"It's okay Claire, you didn't mean to. Just go, and try to be a little less enthusiastic with your future spellwork." Though he wasn't happy about being knocked out, he wasn't going to yell at a 19-year-old girl.
"But I'm always messing up. I'll never be an Auror, I probably couldn't be a shop assistant without screwing up!" she replied, on the verge of tears.
"You've just got to concentrate a bit more. Try doing some extra practice on your own. Believe me, I've seen trainees worse than you come through and be great Aurors," Ron lied, in his attempt to cheer her up. Eventually, after over half an hour, she took his word and left. Ron apparated home, and then began to prepare himself a meal. After he had eaten, he began to wonder whether or not he was wasting his time as an Auror. At first, things had been great, but after failing to capture murderer Dean Levi, his reputation had fallen. That was how he'd ended up working with trainee Aurors. He remembered when he'd tried out for his beloved Chudley Cannons. If only he'd been signed, then his life might not suck. Maybe Harry would've stayed if they both played for the Cannons, rather than joining the Tornados. Ron despised the Tornados, because they won everything. But he didn't hate Harry for joining them; he just missed his friend. Ron was always thinking of writing to Harry, but surely he'd be too busy for friends as an international Quidditch player. Ron looked at is watch again. Wow, time had flown. It was now almost 1am. Ron headed upstairs to bed, but he was so tired before he could get changed he just slumped on the bed.
Seven hours later, the post owl woke Ron up. This was weird, as Ron very rarely received post. As Ron detached the letter from the owl's leg, he couldn't believe it. He knew who it was from - Hogwarts. But why, he didn't know. He opened it, and read through it. There was to be a year-group reunion in August. Ron didn't feel like going, but then he realised that Harry might be there! This would be great, as it could save their friendship! Hermione would be there too. They might have argued a lot, but they were still friends. He couldn't decline an opportunity to see his two best friends again, so he immediately got out his quill, grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote, "I will be attending the Reunion on the 6th of August." He then attached this note to the owl's leg, and sent it off again. As he got ready to go to work, he was suddenly a lot happier. He just hoped he, Harry and Hermione could find that closeness they had at Hogwarts.
Hermione
"Au revoir classe!" Hermione said as 4:00 came, signalling the end of her final class that day. As the class left, Hermione began to look through their essays. She was good at French, but even from a quick glance she could see some words she'd never seen before in her life. So, as she wanted to get them marked quickly, she got out her wand, pointed to the essays and said "Translato". That was better - all of the essays were now bewitched to me translated to English when she looked at them. This was one of two spells she used to help her cope at Beauxbatons... the other was the Sonaforeignius Charm, which enabled her to hear what the students said in English, and have her response translated into French for them. Without these two spells, Hermione would probably have had a nervous breakdown through the stress of teaching in France. Secretly, Hermione often hoped that a position would become available at Hogwarts, so she had a reason to return to England, but she had heard nothing of such a position yet.
After about two hours, Hermione had finished marking all of the essays. On the whole, the essays where quite good. Many of them would have achieved Outstanding in an English OWL. Although at Beauxbatons, they marked on an A-F scale instead. She put the essays neatly in a pile, then headed to her room. Looking forward to a day off tomorrow (as it would be Saturday), she changed into her pyjamas and got into bed.
As she woke up the next morning, Hermione saw on owl coming through her window. She had two letters. The first one was from Beauxbatons Headteacher, Madame Gaul, asking if she would chaperone the upcoming dance. The second one, to her great surprise, was from Hogwarts. Intrigued, she opened it and read it. Apparently, there was going to be a reunion in August for her year-group. Hermione smiled, thinking how nice it would be to see some of her old friends again. Mainly, she was looking for to seeing Ron and Harry - Harry more so than Ron. She remembered how much she liked Harry, and wondered if those feelings were still there. Would they be close friends, or something more? She got a quill and some parchment, and wrote back to Hogwarts to say she would attend the reunion. She got her owl, Crystal, and sent her off with the letter.
