If you've read any of my previous stories, you'll know that I'm a
straight up Humor writer. And I do very well in that section, too,
grabbing 300+ reviews for my best story. If you haven't read, well... now
you know.
This is my first time actually posting something that's not fully humor, (I've written some before, but not posted it) so I'll ask you to be kind and tell me if I'm doing something wrong.
But enough chat! On to the story!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of Rowling! I don't own him!
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"This... sure is a nice day."
Those words may have been the understatement of the year.
"Nice" did not, in any sense of the mind, do the day justice. "Nice" could be compared to a mother describing a man who had just saved her baby from drowning as "kind." "Lovely" might have been a better word, but maybe not good enough. "Gorgeous" might have just fit the description.
But, for Harry Potter, despite all of the experience he gained by walking on this Earth for seventeen years (and listening to Hermione talk for six of them), "nice" was all he could come up with.
But the clear blue skies, with a cloud seldom seen passing through, were most definitely more than "nice." And the endless meadow, golden from the sun shining down on it, which Harry was currently resting in, was also more than "nice." And the flowers, thousands of each color of the rainbow, the plush, red roses, the daffodils, the violets, the forget-me-nots, they were more than "nice."
But all of this, inconceivably, was lost on Harry lost on Harry. He didn't know why, but he had a dull suspicion that it had to do with the silhouetted figure of what he thought was a person under a solitary tree in the middle of the meadow. He had been staring at it for the past hour...
"What am I doing!?" shouted Harry, jumping up in an instant, sending a few flowers scattering. He was torturing himself, staring longingly at what was so close, yet so far away, when all he had to do was run over to the figure and just...
And then, Harry stopped.
COULD HE DO THIS?
He had been staring at the figure for so long... it seemed like years... and he still had no idea if the figure knew this side of him- the longing and loving side- existed. Oh, it probably knew that it existed, Harry even was pretty sure that the figure had snuck glances at him once or twice, but... really... he was content just staring, would it be right for him to take this a step further!? Harry started to sweat. He felt his palms get clammy. He felt like he was becoming more in touch with reality every second...
And then he panicked. This was no normal day. He began to sprint towards the figure. He needed to see what it was... the meadow was fading away... and the figure was getting farther away...
"NOOOOOOOO!" screamed Harry, leaping as far as he could, with his arms stretched out.
And then he landed facedown in a bunch of violets, rather painfully, only a few feet closer to the figure.
"No..." sobbed Harry into the Violets. "No..." it was over... he'd have to long some more...
But then, he felt someone approach him.
Harry looked up, and his heart stopped. It was the figure! The figure! It most definitely was a person... and it was even more beautiful from close up.
And, as the figure beamed down at Harry, and as Harry beamed back, Harry encountered a shocking revelation. So shocking, that, with a jolt, it sent him into full reality, back into his bed.
Harry, now fully awake, sat upright in his bed, breathing hard. Was that really it? Was that what he'd been staring at in his dreams, so longingly, for over a year now?
Was the figure... really one of his best friends... was the figure...
Hermione Granger?
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Well, how was that? Good for my first stab at this? This is kind of the prologue; the next chapter will be the start of the story! I'll post it soon, if you want me to! You need to review, and tell me what you think!
Peace out!
This is my first time actually posting something that's not fully humor, (I've written some before, but not posted it) so I'll ask you to be kind and tell me if I'm doing something wrong.
But enough chat! On to the story!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of Rowling! I don't own him!
__________
"This... sure is a nice day."
Those words may have been the understatement of the year.
"Nice" did not, in any sense of the mind, do the day justice. "Nice" could be compared to a mother describing a man who had just saved her baby from drowning as "kind." "Lovely" might have been a better word, but maybe not good enough. "Gorgeous" might have just fit the description.
But, for Harry Potter, despite all of the experience he gained by walking on this Earth for seventeen years (and listening to Hermione talk for six of them), "nice" was all he could come up with.
But the clear blue skies, with a cloud seldom seen passing through, were most definitely more than "nice." And the endless meadow, golden from the sun shining down on it, which Harry was currently resting in, was also more than "nice." And the flowers, thousands of each color of the rainbow, the plush, red roses, the daffodils, the violets, the forget-me-nots, they were more than "nice."
But all of this, inconceivably, was lost on Harry lost on Harry. He didn't know why, but he had a dull suspicion that it had to do with the silhouetted figure of what he thought was a person under a solitary tree in the middle of the meadow. He had been staring at it for the past hour...
"What am I doing!?" shouted Harry, jumping up in an instant, sending a few flowers scattering. He was torturing himself, staring longingly at what was so close, yet so far away, when all he had to do was run over to the figure and just...
And then, Harry stopped.
COULD HE DO THIS?
He had been staring at the figure for so long... it seemed like years... and he still had no idea if the figure knew this side of him- the longing and loving side- existed. Oh, it probably knew that it existed, Harry even was pretty sure that the figure had snuck glances at him once or twice, but... really... he was content just staring, would it be right for him to take this a step further!? Harry started to sweat. He felt his palms get clammy. He felt like he was becoming more in touch with reality every second...
And then he panicked. This was no normal day. He began to sprint towards the figure. He needed to see what it was... the meadow was fading away... and the figure was getting farther away...
"NOOOOOOOO!" screamed Harry, leaping as far as he could, with his arms stretched out.
And then he landed facedown in a bunch of violets, rather painfully, only a few feet closer to the figure.
"No..." sobbed Harry into the Violets. "No..." it was over... he'd have to long some more...
But then, he felt someone approach him.
Harry looked up, and his heart stopped. It was the figure! The figure! It most definitely was a person... and it was even more beautiful from close up.
And, as the figure beamed down at Harry, and as Harry beamed back, Harry encountered a shocking revelation. So shocking, that, with a jolt, it sent him into full reality, back into his bed.
Harry, now fully awake, sat upright in his bed, breathing hard. Was that really it? Was that what he'd been staring at in his dreams, so longingly, for over a year now?
Was the figure... really one of his best friends... was the figure...
Hermione Granger?
__________
Well, how was that? Good for my first stab at this? This is kind of the prologue; the next chapter will be the start of the story! I'll post it soon, if you want me to! You need to review, and tell me what you think!
Peace out!