Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Just the plot.
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She carefully opened her bedroom door, she was tiptoeing as silently as possible down the hallway when her toe caught the edge of the hall's oriental rug. The next thing she knew both her feet came crashing down in defense mechanism right against the mass of creaky floorboards across from her parent's bedroom door.
"Shit!" Hermione Granger whispered loudly to herself as she nursed her foot.
"Hermione?" her mother's voice rang out from behind the thick mahogany door, a concerned lilt that never failed to make Hermione rub her temples and curse the day she was born. The door opened and her father's head popped out, looking wary,
"Hermione, what's going on here? It's," he glanced tiredly at his watch, "half past three, we agreed, you're in your room by twelve," he sighed, shaking his head, "Goodnight Hermione," he shut the door.
Hermione was simply horrified. She was seventeen, she'd just graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she'd received top marks on her NEWTs, she was getting her apparation license in a week and her dad still thought her curfew was valid?! This was the last straw. There was no way in hell she could continue living at home.
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There was a knock on the door and Ron Weasley looked up from Quidditch Center, the monthly magazine that kept him up to date on his favorite sport.
"What?" he called in response. His younger sister, Ginny entered the room looking very much up to something. He rolled his eyes, at least he knew Ginny wouldn't beat around the bush. She was clearly debating whether or not to sit or stand. In the end she perched herself on his lap.
"Oy, Ginny, get off!" he cried in objection.
"Take me to Diagon Alley," she said as if it were the most easy decision he'd ever have to make. Ron groaned, pushing his sister off his lap with as much care as a car has going 200 miles per hour, when a fly hits it's windshield.
"No."
"Ah, c'mon Ron, I've been saving up for a new wand. For my last year of Hogwarts, you know?" Ginny, who was seventeen had just completed her sixth year at the esteemed magic school and was looking very forward to finishing when the summer was over. Ron had already successfully accomplished all seven years of Hogwarts in June so it was no surprise that he couldn't care less what his baby sister had or didn't have in her last year.
"No, Gin," he shrugged, "you can go by yourself."
"Mum won't let me!"
"Your problem," he replied, shrugging again. Ginny balled her hands into tight fists, storming out of the room, but not before calling various obscenities over her shoulder.
Just as Ron became re-immersed in his copy of Quidditch Center he heard a deafening scream who he knew as his mother,
"RONALD ARTHUR WEASLEY!"
Ron sighed, pulling his Chudley Cannon inspired pillow over his head.
He needed some goddamn peace.
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Harry Potter had a headache. And it wasn't hard to see why. He was sitting in his living room, apparently forgotten, while his Uncle Vernon boasted and his Aunt Petunia gushed. All about his cousin Dudley.
"Oh, I'm so proud of our little Duddiekins," she ruffled her son's blonde hair lovingly, before turning back to Vernon, "Imagine getting married and starting work at your company in less than a month!" Harry couldn't possibly imagine what kind of a beluga-loving idiot would want to marry Dudley but he kept quiet.
"And then," she went on, "we'll move to Majorca, Dudley and Aggie will have the house, and then they'll have lots of normal little children." On the word normal she glared coldly at Harry. Here Vernon stood up,
"You bet they'll be normal," he said, his two chins nodding up and down in agreement. Dudley grinned but shifted uncomfortably in his specially made Dudley chair (a carpenter had to come and expand it every so often). Harry sighed and trouped upstairs he couldn't take much more of this.
And to think he was turning eighteen in just two weeks.
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A/N: Just a quick note about the ages. The way I know it is, Ron turned eighteen in March, Ginny turned seventeen in February, Harry turns eighteen in July and Hermione turns eighteen in September.
A/N 2: PLEASE REVIEW!
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She carefully opened her bedroom door, she was tiptoeing as silently as possible down the hallway when her toe caught the edge of the hall's oriental rug. The next thing she knew both her feet came crashing down in defense mechanism right against the mass of creaky floorboards across from her parent's bedroom door.
"Shit!" Hermione Granger whispered loudly to herself as she nursed her foot.
"Hermione?" her mother's voice rang out from behind the thick mahogany door, a concerned lilt that never failed to make Hermione rub her temples and curse the day she was born. The door opened and her father's head popped out, looking wary,
"Hermione, what's going on here? It's," he glanced tiredly at his watch, "half past three, we agreed, you're in your room by twelve," he sighed, shaking his head, "Goodnight Hermione," he shut the door.
Hermione was simply horrified. She was seventeen, she'd just graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she'd received top marks on her NEWTs, she was getting her apparation license in a week and her dad still thought her curfew was valid?! This was the last straw. There was no way in hell she could continue living at home.
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There was a knock on the door and Ron Weasley looked up from Quidditch Center, the monthly magazine that kept him up to date on his favorite sport.
"What?" he called in response. His younger sister, Ginny entered the room looking very much up to something. He rolled his eyes, at least he knew Ginny wouldn't beat around the bush. She was clearly debating whether or not to sit or stand. In the end she perched herself on his lap.
"Oy, Ginny, get off!" he cried in objection.
"Take me to Diagon Alley," she said as if it were the most easy decision he'd ever have to make. Ron groaned, pushing his sister off his lap with as much care as a car has going 200 miles per hour, when a fly hits it's windshield.
"No."
"Ah, c'mon Ron, I've been saving up for a new wand. For my last year of Hogwarts, you know?" Ginny, who was seventeen had just completed her sixth year at the esteemed magic school and was looking very forward to finishing when the summer was over. Ron had already successfully accomplished all seven years of Hogwarts in June so it was no surprise that he couldn't care less what his baby sister had or didn't have in her last year.
"No, Gin," he shrugged, "you can go by yourself."
"Mum won't let me!"
"Your problem," he replied, shrugging again. Ginny balled her hands into tight fists, storming out of the room, but not before calling various obscenities over her shoulder.
Just as Ron became re-immersed in his copy of Quidditch Center he heard a deafening scream who he knew as his mother,
"RONALD ARTHUR WEASLEY!"
Ron sighed, pulling his Chudley Cannon inspired pillow over his head.
He needed some goddamn peace.
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Harry Potter had a headache. And it wasn't hard to see why. He was sitting in his living room, apparently forgotten, while his Uncle Vernon boasted and his Aunt Petunia gushed. All about his cousin Dudley.
"Oh, I'm so proud of our little Duddiekins," she ruffled her son's blonde hair lovingly, before turning back to Vernon, "Imagine getting married and starting work at your company in less than a month!" Harry couldn't possibly imagine what kind of a beluga-loving idiot would want to marry Dudley but he kept quiet.
"And then," she went on, "we'll move to Majorca, Dudley and Aggie will have the house, and then they'll have lots of normal little children." On the word normal she glared coldly at Harry. Here Vernon stood up,
"You bet they'll be normal," he said, his two chins nodding up and down in agreement. Dudley grinned but shifted uncomfortably in his specially made Dudley chair (a carpenter had to come and expand it every so often). Harry sighed and trouped upstairs he couldn't take much more of this.
And to think he was turning eighteen in just two weeks.
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A/N: Just a quick note about the ages. The way I know it is, Ron turned eighteen in March, Ginny turned seventeen in February, Harry turns eighteen in July and Hermione turns eighteen in September.
A/N 2: PLEASE REVIEW!
