Disclaimer: I wish that I owned J.K. Rowling's fabulous writing skills and her imagination, but, alas, I don't. Therefore, I don't own anything except for this story and anything that is not included in the HP books. Now, onto the story! Enjoy!
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"Mum, Dad, are we THERE yet!?" said an impatient Hermione Granger.
For the Granger family, their trip to be with their cousins in California was not worth all the trouble. Their plane ride was hideous, and the traffic was horrendous.
"We're almost there dear, just one moment," said her father adoringly. Not five minutes later they pulled into a driveway. There were two adults sitting on a porch swing watching their children play in the front yard together. As the car gave a lurch, pulling to a stop, the young lady in the front yard stopped wrestling with her younger sibling to notice her cousin.
"Herm! Oh my goodness! Its so great to see you!" Cooper yelled in shock as she bounded across the yard, her brother holding onto her leg the whole way. "I still can't believe it! You're here, yet... Wow! Look at you!"
"Look at me!? Look at you! You look splendid Coop!" Hermione said as the two embraced. "Is this Toby? Little Toby!? I can't believe how big he is! Come `ere you! Gimme a hug!"
As Toby slowly wandered from his sister's leg and into the stranger's open arms, the parents began to go inside the two-story house and catch up on all the years gone by. The two teenagers and the `kid' wandered up the stairs not long afterwards, and into Cooper's huge bedroom. It was painted a bright yellow with violet sponge clouds across the ceiling. To the far wall was a mahogany bed with dark blue comforter and violet pillows. The young girls proceeded to sit upon this, Hermione taking in her surroundings while young Toby went to his room across the hall to play with his toys.
"So, Herm, what have you been up to? How's school going for you? Have you made a bunch of friends? Like..... any cute ones?" Cooper said with a crooked grin. Cooper Landing was one of the most popular girls in her class at Bartlett High. She had friends everywhere she turned, and acquaintances in every nook and cranny. And yet, no one was as close to her as Hermione, but there is one thing that she has never known... Hermione is a witch.
"Well, nothing much, school's going...good, and yes, and again yes," said Hermione, as she checked out her cousin's lively bedroom. She made it a point not to look directly in Cooper's pointed stare, for she knew what was coming.
"Cute friends? Well, well, I must have look!" Cooper said excitedly, with a grin from ear to ear. "C'mon Herm! You can't just say something like that and not expect me to be interested! Puhleeeeease?" She leapt from the bed and dashed to where Hermione was standing, in front of the full-length mirror. She grabbed her hands and started swing them from side to side when their mothers walked in.
"Girls, I do believe that we must get ready for dinner, so finish unpacking Herm's things and meet us downstairs," said Madison Landing, in a sweet tone. "Come, wash up while I get Toby."
The girls both hurried to unload what little necessities Hermione had brought and within 5 minutes were downstairs, eating dinner with everyone, being joyous, and having an all-around good time. That night while the girls lay sleeping in Cooper's bed, and Toby in his, Madison and Jeffrey Landing were sitting by the fire, drinking tea and chatting with Christa and Nigel, Hermione's parents.
"Well, my dear sister, and brother-in-law, we didn't invite you here just because we love you," began Jeffrey, while sipping his honey-drenched tea.
"Thanks, Jeff, that makes us really feel welcome and loved now!" joked Christa. "So, on a serious note, what is it? What's so important?"
"Well, um, you see," Madison paused, deliberating whether or not to go on, "What school does Hermione go to? Because we know it isn't a High School or a Private one either. We searched everywhere for one with Hermione attending because we want Cooper to go back to her heritage. And when we looked, Hermione didn't attend any sort of one. Does that make any sense?"
"Perfectly understandable. And," Nigel gripped his wife's hand, offering support, "here's the truth. 4 Years ago, when she was supposed to start 5^th grade, she got a letter, from a school no one had ever heard of. We weren't sure what to do, and tried to hide it. Hermione, however, being the curious thing she is, saw one the next day, out of the blue, opened it, and proceeded to read it. We found that she had been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Nigel and I, being the ever-careful and watchful parents we believed ourselves to be, were skeptical. I mean, come now! 'There is no such thing as a school for witches or wizards!' we thought. `Preposterous' we had thought. But then we found that it was true, down to every last word. That is where Little Hermione has been attending. And this year will be her 5^th year there."
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"Mum, Dad, are we THERE yet!?" said an impatient Hermione Granger.
For the Granger family, their trip to be with their cousins in California was not worth all the trouble. Their plane ride was hideous, and the traffic was horrendous.
"We're almost there dear, just one moment," said her father adoringly. Not five minutes later they pulled into a driveway. There were two adults sitting on a porch swing watching their children play in the front yard together. As the car gave a lurch, pulling to a stop, the young lady in the front yard stopped wrestling with her younger sibling to notice her cousin.
"Herm! Oh my goodness! Its so great to see you!" Cooper yelled in shock as she bounded across the yard, her brother holding onto her leg the whole way. "I still can't believe it! You're here, yet... Wow! Look at you!"
"Look at me!? Look at you! You look splendid Coop!" Hermione said as the two embraced. "Is this Toby? Little Toby!? I can't believe how big he is! Come `ere you! Gimme a hug!"
As Toby slowly wandered from his sister's leg and into the stranger's open arms, the parents began to go inside the two-story house and catch up on all the years gone by. The two teenagers and the `kid' wandered up the stairs not long afterwards, and into Cooper's huge bedroom. It was painted a bright yellow with violet sponge clouds across the ceiling. To the far wall was a mahogany bed with dark blue comforter and violet pillows. The young girls proceeded to sit upon this, Hermione taking in her surroundings while young Toby went to his room across the hall to play with his toys.
"So, Herm, what have you been up to? How's school going for you? Have you made a bunch of friends? Like..... any cute ones?" Cooper said with a crooked grin. Cooper Landing was one of the most popular girls in her class at Bartlett High. She had friends everywhere she turned, and acquaintances in every nook and cranny. And yet, no one was as close to her as Hermione, but there is one thing that she has never known... Hermione is a witch.
"Well, nothing much, school's going...good, and yes, and again yes," said Hermione, as she checked out her cousin's lively bedroom. She made it a point not to look directly in Cooper's pointed stare, for she knew what was coming.
"Cute friends? Well, well, I must have look!" Cooper said excitedly, with a grin from ear to ear. "C'mon Herm! You can't just say something like that and not expect me to be interested! Puhleeeeease?" She leapt from the bed and dashed to where Hermione was standing, in front of the full-length mirror. She grabbed her hands and started swing them from side to side when their mothers walked in.
"Girls, I do believe that we must get ready for dinner, so finish unpacking Herm's things and meet us downstairs," said Madison Landing, in a sweet tone. "Come, wash up while I get Toby."
The girls both hurried to unload what little necessities Hermione had brought and within 5 minutes were downstairs, eating dinner with everyone, being joyous, and having an all-around good time. That night while the girls lay sleeping in Cooper's bed, and Toby in his, Madison and Jeffrey Landing were sitting by the fire, drinking tea and chatting with Christa and Nigel, Hermione's parents.
"Well, my dear sister, and brother-in-law, we didn't invite you here just because we love you," began Jeffrey, while sipping his honey-drenched tea.
"Thanks, Jeff, that makes us really feel welcome and loved now!" joked Christa. "So, on a serious note, what is it? What's so important?"
"Well, um, you see," Madison paused, deliberating whether or not to go on, "What school does Hermione go to? Because we know it isn't a High School or a Private one either. We searched everywhere for one with Hermione attending because we want Cooper to go back to her heritage. And when we looked, Hermione didn't attend any sort of one. Does that make any sense?"
"Perfectly understandable. And," Nigel gripped his wife's hand, offering support, "here's the truth. 4 Years ago, when she was supposed to start 5^th grade, she got a letter, from a school no one had ever heard of. We weren't sure what to do, and tried to hide it. Hermione, however, being the curious thing she is, saw one the next day, out of the blue, opened it, and proceeded to read it. We found that she had been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Nigel and I, being the ever-careful and watchful parents we believed ourselves to be, were skeptical. I mean, come now! 'There is no such thing as a school for witches or wizards!' we thought. `Preposterous' we had thought. But then we found that it was true, down to every last word. That is where Little Hermione has been attending. And this year will be her 5^th year there."