First Sight
Ok so here is a story with a couple who I thought could fit really well into the Twilight mix! Enjoy! I do not own any of these characters, they are property of JK Rowling, and the storyline belongs to Stephenie Meyer!
I'd never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of soemone I love seems lke a good way to go...
I had never really fit in at school. People saw me only as the school swat, who was only worth talking to when in need of answers. I never had what you would call a best friend; people only used my friendship whenever they were in academic trouble, although I got on alright with the teachers, I knew that they only cared about the credit they were going to get when I left the school with the highest exam passes in the area. So, due to these causes of unhappiness, the fact that my eratic mother, Jane, had just remarried, and that I was nearly eighteen, I decided it was time for a change and that I would go and live with my dad, Sirius, for a while.
I've never had a bad relationship with my mother, we were always a good team. My mum was always the outgoing one who enjoyed life to the full by filling it with her crazy ideas ,which sometimes threw her into extreme consequences. I was the responsible one who would try and talk her out of them in the first place. I worried how she would cope when I was gone, her new husband Ludo seemed nice enough, but he didn't seem to have enough mental strength to keep up with my mother's fun loving attitude; sometimes it could be quite wearisome.
My mother was also very good at seeing straight to the heart of matters, a trait which I really wished she didn't have under the current circumstances...
"Now are you sure you still want to go my darling?"
"Yes mum, how many times do you want me to keep telling you? I'm absolutely certain of my decision."
"Well I'm not convinced! I know you Hermione Granger, you hate that scrubby little town of Ottery St Catchpole as much as I do, why on earth would you suddenly want to go and live there?!"
"Because I want to spend some time with dad, and I know how upset you get when you have to stay behind when Ludo's out doing the Quidditch league; without me at home you won't have to worry about staying."
"Oh but I still don't want you to go."
"I'm going mum, besides you'd have to get rid of me sooner or later, I'll be applying to college in the next year or so."
"Well I suppose you're right, just make sure you're father takes good care of you!"
I laughed as she planted another kiss on my cheek. It was very rare that my mother took on the act of the parent between the two of us, that was usually my job. But, as I fought back tears while the plane began to make its way down the runway leaving my beloved mother and my hometown, Oxford, behind, I was well aware that the place I was heading to wouldn't do much to liven my spirits...
"Hermione, hey sweet it's so good to see you!"
"It's good to see you too dad," he pulled me into a one armed hug, my suitcase already in his other hand.
The car journey was silent. Sirius was Superintendant of the Ottery St Catchpole police, so we were travelling in his own personal police car, something I always hated whenever I had come to stay. I hadn't in fact been to stay with my dad for three years now, so an awful lot of memories came to light when we drove through the never changing town to my new home.
It only took one journey to deposit all my posessons in my new bedroom, most of which were books. Sirius had decorated it purple in the hope that it would make it look more homely. I shyly thanked him and he left me to it, that's one of the best things about my dad, he's not the kind of parent who hovers.
As I was sorting all my new school books into my bag for that dreaded first day which would take place tomorrow, I heard a horn beeping, and followed Sirius outside to see what it was.
"Good engine, I've never had any problems with it myself," I heard a familiar voice say.
"I'm sure she'll love it," replied Sirius, turning to face me as I approached, "Hey Hermione you remember James Potter and his son Harry."
I looked at the tall jet black haired man stood beside Sirius with round glasses perched on top of his long nose, he smiled at me.
"Hi Hermione, you've grown a lot since I last saw you."
I smiled and shook his hand, "you're looking good too," I commented.
"Oh I'm still out there," he grinned, "with any luck my boy will be joining me soon," he patted Harry's shoulder, who grimaced.
"Dad you know I'm not into all that nightlife and stuff,"
"Who said I was talking about you?" replied James, "I meant my boy Sirius here," he slung his arm round Sirius' shoulder who immediately began to twist James' arm.
Harry and I laughed and he shyly approached me.
"Hi, I'm Harry, we used to play together when we were little."
"Yeah I remember," I smiled, shaking his hand. He was completley identical to his father, apart from his green eyes, which I guessed he must have inherited from his mother, who I remember sadly died not long after she gave birth to Harry.
Sirius began patting the big red truck which I'd only just noticed, whilst looking at me expectantly.
"What do you think?"
I glanced at it confused.
Sirius elaborated, "it's your homecoming present, just bought it off James here."
Confusion was replaced with gratitude.
"Really?" I asked, gazing at it in awe. It was old and rusty, with a body that looked capable of crushing a couple of cars in an accident and coming out completely undamaged.
"Absolutley, its yours," said James grinning.
"Oh my gosh thankyou!" I exclaimed, I clambered into the driver's seat while Harry sat next to me and showed me how the truck worked. Inspiration suddenly struck me.
"Would you like to ride to school with me? Then you'll be able to keep an eye on whether or not I drive this thing properly."
Harry looked at me apologetically.
"I go to school on the other side of town," he said.
"Oh ok, that's a shame; it would've been nice to know one person."
Harry smiled at me. "I'm sure you won't have a problem making friends,"
I blushed a bit and then proceeded to ask how the clutch worked.
The drive to school was wet and muddy, a typical day in Ottery St Catchpole. As I drove into the parking lot of Hogwarts School I thought my heart was going to jump out of body. Don't panic, no-one is staring at you, and even if they are it's only because they've never seen you before. Come on, this is supposed to be a new start, get a grip!
I parked my truck and then followed the directions to the main office, where I was presented with a timetable and a map of the school. Gazing at a my timetable, I made my way into the building when a boy interupted my focus.
"Hey, you're the new girl right?"
"Yes, I'm Hermione," I replied cautiously, waiting for the sarcastic comment.
But he seemed quite friendly.
"My name's Neville and I am the eyes and ears of this place, anything you need I'm here to supply. By the way I'm also head of the school newspaper and you're news Hermione, big news!"
I froze.
"What!" I looked at his round face in the hope that he was joking, he wasn't. "Please, please don't, I mean I would really rather you didn't, I'm more of the suffer in silence type of character."
"Oh ok, no feature," he said agreably, and that was it. I had a feeling I might like this person.
One of the worst lessons I had to have on my first day of school was Gym. The one subject where books could not save me, and it was a disaster.
"Ow!" shouted a boy whose head had just been bashed in by the volleyball I had accidently hit in his direction.
"Oh, I'm so so sorry!" I ran over to him, "are you okay? I told them not to let me play, I'm really not very good at sports..."
He payed no attention, but just continued to gaze into my brown eyes.
I looked down, he seemed to remember himself.
"Oh no, don't worry about it, happens all the time. You're the new girl Hermione Granger aren't you?" he spoke with a strong irish accent.
I nodded.
"I'm Seamus, Seamus Finnagin."
"Nice to meet you," I said
At this point a girl who I'd been playing volleyball with came running over.
"She's quite something isn't she Seamus?" she turned to me, "I'm Parvati Patil."
"Hi, I'm Hermione."
"Like I don't know, the whole school's been talking about your arrival for ages."
Great, just what I wanted to hear.
Lunch was a rather playful affair amongst the males sitting at our table. Parvati couldn't seem to understand the amount of attention I was getting; neither could I.
"You're like the shiny new toy," she commented, rather sourly I thought.
Suddenly a camera flashed in my face.
"Sorry," said a soft voice whose face came into focus when the flash was out of my eyes, "It's for the feature."
"There isn't a feature anymore Padma, " said Neville sternly, "don't bring it up again."
Padma sat down next to Parvati, and instantly I knew that they must be twins.
"This is my sister Padma," confirmed Parvati.
"Hi," we both said in unison, Padma looking slightly miffed that her feature had been scrapped. Although I didn't feel too guilty about it. I turned my head to look around the canteen when my gaze fell on a group of people making their way into the already crowded lunchroom. There were five of them: four boys and one girl, all of whom were redheaded, and all with a rather stern expression on their faces.
But these were not the reasons why I suddenly found I couldn't look away.
The last boy who entered the room, who appeared to be the lankiest and the most moody looking, held my attention like no other person had ever done in my entire life. His posture was so smooth, and his handsome features shone through the grim expression on his face, I couldn't tear my eyes off him; he was undoubtedy the most handsome person I had ever set eyes on.
Without thinking I blurted out an inquiry as to who they were, without moving my focus on the youngest boy.
Parvati saw who I was staring at and stifled a giggle.
"Oh, they're the Weasley's," she exclaimed, "They live with their mum and dad some way out of Ottery St Catchpole, the eldest one is Percy, the two twins are called Fred and George, the girl's called Ginny, and the boy you're staring at is called Ron."
I blushed and dragged my eyes away from Ron Weasley to look at Parvati and Padma.
"Don't feel embarrased," said Parvati smililing, " He's gorgeous, I understand that. But a word of advice, he doesn't date. Apparently nobody here's good enough for him! But- not that I care or anything!" she said a little bit hysterically, I wondered when Ron Weasley had turned her down.
I glanced back over towards the Weasleys, who were now sat a table across the other side of the room; my gaze locked on Ron, who's eyes made contact with my own, instantly prompting me to blush and look down.
Seamus escorted me to our last lesson of the day- Biology. I hoped he wasn't going to feel the need to make himself my personal chaperone, I had a feeling I would snap at him if he did, and I didn't want to do that.
As I made my way towards the teacher, I spotted Ron Weasley sat at a desk in the middle of the room; once again I was drawn in by his attractive face, until he looked at me with an expression so fierce, it frightened me.
Mr Snape welcomed me to the lesson and then gestured to the only available seat in the room, which just happened to be next to Ron Weasley. I took a deep breath and made my way over to the desk. Ron flinched and positioned his stool as far away from me as I sat down, actions that I abruptly noticed and caused me to feel miserable, as I was reminded of the way my former fellow students acted back in Oxford.
The lesson proceeded with the uncomfortable distance and death glares Ron kept shooting me from his side of the desk. At one point I reacted and shot a really filthly look back in his direction, causing a flicker of suprise to appear across his freckled face. Good, give him a taste of his own medicine, I thought savagely.
When the bell rang signalling the end of the day, Ron Weasley was up and out of the room before anyone else had even left their seat. I stared after him in shock and wonder; what on earth had I done to provoke such a hateful attitude? I racked my brains desperately for any hurt I may have unintentionally caused, but I knew I'd done nothing. Maybe he treated everyone that way...
Seamus came sauntering over to where I was still sat, absorbed in thought.
"Hey, I didn't know you were so smart, you answered every single one of Mr Snape's questions, you're gonna give Weasley a run for his money. Talking of which, did something happen between you two? Only I've never seen him look at someone with so much hate before."
Annoyance flared, Ron had reduced me to a nervous wreck this afternoon, and I hadn't even done anything to deserve it. Flinging my heavy bag over my shoulder, I began to make my way to the main office, where I had been informed to go at the end of the school day. Bidding farewell to Seamus, who of course felt it necessary to accompany me, I entered the office and immediately fought the urge to shout, cry and run away as I saw who was in there.
"But there must be somewhere available, physics, chemistry!" Ron Weasly was saying impatiently, his back to me.
"I'm sorry, there isn't dear," replied the secretary, "I'm afraid you're going to have to stay in Biology for the time being."
"Fine!" he muttered indignantly, turning and seeing that I was there, "looks like I'll just have to endure it!"
He threw me a nasty look as he stormed out of the office. I edged forward and informed the secretary of my trouble free day as far as she was concerned, and then headed out towards my truck.
Well, if that's how he wants to treat me, fine! He's chosen to mess with the wrong person! I thought indignantly as I revved the engine and drove out of school.
And to think I found him undyingly handsome and attractive!