~Chapter One~ An Introduction
A/N : Just something to keep me busy and to satisfy my romantic obsessiveness, hehe, r&r please!
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is JK Rowlings or others you know of too, i just make the plot and work the characters how i want to
Harry's eyes traced the edges of the heavy wooden door that kept inside the beautiful memories of his school years. The Hogwarts castle was as enormous as it was all those years ago when he first set foot on the stone steps. It loomed up above him, and Harry, now more aware of the magical world he lived in, knew that it was enchanted so the tops of the steeple points could not be seen from the ground, to add affect he guessed.
He looked across the front path, where for so many years the horseless carriages carried him and his friends up the path from the station. Hermione came into view, waving madly as she struggled to lug her heavy bag up the path. Behind her, Ron, pale but nevertheless the same, looking flustered and exhausted as he dragged his own trunk up with Crookshanks, Hermione's cat, firmly attatched to his leg. Harry could see the deep scratches and Ron's already badly patched trousers gaining a few more record breaking holes. From the past years, both Harry and Ron had learned that they could not defeat the reckless feline, and had given in to its continuous torturing and rapscalion behaviour.
As Harry's friends reached him, they greeted him fondly. "Harry! Oh its ever so good to see you" Hermione gushed, "'Lo 'Arry! Alright?" Ron tried to be a man, obviously hiding his impulse to run and hug Harry, after all they were now 20 years old, and no grown man would be seen to hug another. This was muggle tradition, and thats how Ron had been living since he left school. Percy had continued his work as a member of the MOM and Fred and George were in Scotland, training for the Greenpark Quidditch Team, professionals at last! Ginny was engaged to a man she had met two weeks after leaving Hogwarts and they were holidaying in Egypt at the present time, much to Hermiones disappointment, who had been looking forward to this reunion to catch up with her friends. Ron was studying the muggle arts, he, like his father, was fascinated in how things worked and spent hours of his free time inventing wizard crafts that behaved as muggle objects, but as he knew, had the wizard mischief incorporated somehow. Since his dad had gone into retirement because of the enormous success of his family, Ron had stayed on to help his mother, in their new house. To understand the muggles further, Ron had bought the house, with room for his family and guests, in the middle of a suburban block with beautiful gardens, well trimmed grass and white picket fences. The house itself was a right comical event in the neighbourhood. All the neighbours new and liked Ron and his family, and knew they were a bit eccentric, every day a new and amazing thing would be added to the garden, for Ron loved ornaments. He must have collected around 200 of the contraptions, from garden gnomes (terracotta style) to huge spouting fish fountains. It was an amazing sight and Ron was exceptionally proud of his garden. Hermione was so grateful to see Harry and Ron again, for she had been having a hard time lately when her father had taken ill and passed, and her mother having a mental breakdown from the misery. Hermione, now on her own, was working hard as one of the Ministry's top defence wizards. Studying the dark arts to find cures and protection from dangerous, to unmentionable curses. She lived in a house that her grandmother had left to her before she died but felt lonely with no companion but her fiery tempered cat. Harry was also glad to see his friends, for he had been very busy, he was on the local quidditch team, while working on the side coaching a juniour team and writing a book. His new wife, Serena, had just had their first baby and was keeping both of them occupied at night. "Harry, how are you, hows Michael and your wife!?" Hermione asked, her face flushed from the exersion of carrying her bag all the way up, now they were ex students, the carriages did not come to pick them up. "Good, good, how are you! I got your letter in Spring but have just been so busy i havent been able to reply, i'm so sorry, how are things? Ron, come over here, Hermione, could you possibly remove your cat from his leg, my, my, its been a while hasnt it friends! I have so much to talk about! Ron, come here, good god man, your hair! hahaha, wow, its so good to see you both, hows the family Ron? good? and Ginny and Mark? ahh, well this is so weird to be back here." "Harry slow down! your over excited i think, this reunion is going to be good. i am looking forward to seeing how people have turned out, now theyre out in the big wide world of magic" Ron smirked and Harry knew that he was thinking of Parvarti, for his love for her had grown over the years of not seeing her. Their relationship had been so short, lasting the final year they were there, and both of them agreeing to part at the end as long distances would not work for either of them. They had remained in contact but only by owl, not by face or voice, as Parvati seemed it would of been too difficult to part if they saw each other. Hermione on the other hand was now silent, looking wistfully out over the field of grass, dotted with wildflowers, as a striking young man with blond hair walked slowly and casually up the path. Draco spotted her and waved, and they waved back, for over the years, their childish bickering had ceased, Voldemort had finally been subdued and Slytherin had not become the evil house it had been destined for. Ron scowled as Hermiones eyes locked with Malfoys as he approached them. He had always felt a strong attraction between them, and it made him feel uneasy. Malfoy wore a black suit, with a black silk shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing a few inches of bare skin, his hair was slicked back, with the help of a magic comb, and he wore a long trench coat that stopped halfway down his calf. His black shoes were polished well and his bag lay at his feet on a magic board, that had carried it along side him as he had walked. His face was pointed and his skin was pale, he had a very gothic, vampirish look to him which made Harry think of Lestat from his altime favourite movie, Queen of the Damned. He laughed at this and shook Malfoys hand. Ron did the same, to be the polite gentleman his parents had brought him up to be. When Hermione greeted him, she held out her hand to shake his, and Malfoy gazed into her eyes slyly and without breaking his gaze, took her hand softly and touched it to his lips. Hermione pulled away gently, shaken, and quickly snapped out of the trance he had her under, he had changed so much and it scared her. The small group made their way into the great hall, where they were greeted by about twenty of their school friends and aquantances. They seperated as they made their way around the hall, catching up on past memories and plans for the future. The sky above filled with grey clouds, told the group there was a storm heading their way. Meanwhile the ghosts zoomed above them, chatting and joking...
A/N : Just something to keep me busy and to satisfy my romantic obsessiveness, hehe, r&r please!
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is JK Rowlings or others you know of too, i just make the plot and work the characters how i want to
Harry's eyes traced the edges of the heavy wooden door that kept inside the beautiful memories of his school years. The Hogwarts castle was as enormous as it was all those years ago when he first set foot on the stone steps. It loomed up above him, and Harry, now more aware of the magical world he lived in, knew that it was enchanted so the tops of the steeple points could not be seen from the ground, to add affect he guessed.
He looked across the front path, where for so many years the horseless carriages carried him and his friends up the path from the station. Hermione came into view, waving madly as she struggled to lug her heavy bag up the path. Behind her, Ron, pale but nevertheless the same, looking flustered and exhausted as he dragged his own trunk up with Crookshanks, Hermione's cat, firmly attatched to his leg. Harry could see the deep scratches and Ron's already badly patched trousers gaining a few more record breaking holes. From the past years, both Harry and Ron had learned that they could not defeat the reckless feline, and had given in to its continuous torturing and rapscalion behaviour.
As Harry's friends reached him, they greeted him fondly. "Harry! Oh its ever so good to see you" Hermione gushed, "'Lo 'Arry! Alright?" Ron tried to be a man, obviously hiding his impulse to run and hug Harry, after all they were now 20 years old, and no grown man would be seen to hug another. This was muggle tradition, and thats how Ron had been living since he left school. Percy had continued his work as a member of the MOM and Fred and George were in Scotland, training for the Greenpark Quidditch Team, professionals at last! Ginny was engaged to a man she had met two weeks after leaving Hogwarts and they were holidaying in Egypt at the present time, much to Hermiones disappointment, who had been looking forward to this reunion to catch up with her friends. Ron was studying the muggle arts, he, like his father, was fascinated in how things worked and spent hours of his free time inventing wizard crafts that behaved as muggle objects, but as he knew, had the wizard mischief incorporated somehow. Since his dad had gone into retirement because of the enormous success of his family, Ron had stayed on to help his mother, in their new house. To understand the muggles further, Ron had bought the house, with room for his family and guests, in the middle of a suburban block with beautiful gardens, well trimmed grass and white picket fences. The house itself was a right comical event in the neighbourhood. All the neighbours new and liked Ron and his family, and knew they were a bit eccentric, every day a new and amazing thing would be added to the garden, for Ron loved ornaments. He must have collected around 200 of the contraptions, from garden gnomes (terracotta style) to huge spouting fish fountains. It was an amazing sight and Ron was exceptionally proud of his garden. Hermione was so grateful to see Harry and Ron again, for she had been having a hard time lately when her father had taken ill and passed, and her mother having a mental breakdown from the misery. Hermione, now on her own, was working hard as one of the Ministry's top defence wizards. Studying the dark arts to find cures and protection from dangerous, to unmentionable curses. She lived in a house that her grandmother had left to her before she died but felt lonely with no companion but her fiery tempered cat. Harry was also glad to see his friends, for he had been very busy, he was on the local quidditch team, while working on the side coaching a juniour team and writing a book. His new wife, Serena, had just had their first baby and was keeping both of them occupied at night. "Harry, how are you, hows Michael and your wife!?" Hermione asked, her face flushed from the exersion of carrying her bag all the way up, now they were ex students, the carriages did not come to pick them up. "Good, good, how are you! I got your letter in Spring but have just been so busy i havent been able to reply, i'm so sorry, how are things? Ron, come over here, Hermione, could you possibly remove your cat from his leg, my, my, its been a while hasnt it friends! I have so much to talk about! Ron, come here, good god man, your hair! hahaha, wow, its so good to see you both, hows the family Ron? good? and Ginny and Mark? ahh, well this is so weird to be back here." "Harry slow down! your over excited i think, this reunion is going to be good. i am looking forward to seeing how people have turned out, now theyre out in the big wide world of magic" Ron smirked and Harry knew that he was thinking of Parvarti, for his love for her had grown over the years of not seeing her. Their relationship had been so short, lasting the final year they were there, and both of them agreeing to part at the end as long distances would not work for either of them. They had remained in contact but only by owl, not by face or voice, as Parvati seemed it would of been too difficult to part if they saw each other. Hermione on the other hand was now silent, looking wistfully out over the field of grass, dotted with wildflowers, as a striking young man with blond hair walked slowly and casually up the path. Draco spotted her and waved, and they waved back, for over the years, their childish bickering had ceased, Voldemort had finally been subdued and Slytherin had not become the evil house it had been destined for. Ron scowled as Hermiones eyes locked with Malfoys as he approached them. He had always felt a strong attraction between them, and it made him feel uneasy. Malfoy wore a black suit, with a black silk shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing a few inches of bare skin, his hair was slicked back, with the help of a magic comb, and he wore a long trench coat that stopped halfway down his calf. His black shoes were polished well and his bag lay at his feet on a magic board, that had carried it along side him as he had walked. His face was pointed and his skin was pale, he had a very gothic, vampirish look to him which made Harry think of Lestat from his altime favourite movie, Queen of the Damned. He laughed at this and shook Malfoys hand. Ron did the same, to be the polite gentleman his parents had brought him up to be. When Hermione greeted him, she held out her hand to shake his, and Malfoy gazed into her eyes slyly and without breaking his gaze, took her hand softly and touched it to his lips. Hermione pulled away gently, shaken, and quickly snapped out of the trance he had her under, he had changed so much and it scared her. The small group made their way into the great hall, where they were greeted by about twenty of their school friends and aquantances. They seperated as they made their way around the hall, catching up on past memories and plans for the future. The sky above filled with grey clouds, told the group there was a storm heading their way. Meanwhile the ghosts zoomed above them, chatting and joking...
