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Hello world. *awkward wave* This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction, so any comments, suggestions, ideas, or any way to improve the story would be amazing. My goal is an update per week. More if you're lucky. This story is set three years after the battle of hogwarts, and is canon until then. After that AU. Anyways, let the story begin. Cheers, Molly E.
The bed was cold. That was the first thing Harry noticed when he woke. He stretched his fingers out, reaching for the mane of fire that so often graced the pillow beside his. Unfortunately, his fingers curled around the air. Confused by the lack of a certain ginger, Harry sat up and rammed his glasses onto his face, and watched the room shift into focus. Light filtered in through the blinds, filling the room with dusty yellow. In the past few years number 12, Grimmauld Place had been greatly improved, but the musky scent still hung in the air. Harry rolled out of bed, tossing the covers aside. He nearly tripped over the broom lying on the floor. As he pushed out the door, he could hear small noises coming from the kitchen table. Peering over the railing, he saw Hermione, wrapped in a blue bath robe, making tea. " 'Mione," he called, "Have you seen Ginny?"
She turned, hair bouncing. "Got up early to help Ron and George at the shop. The Hogsmade venue opens next week, you know." Her face was consumed by her smile. She set down the pot and grabbed a piece of toast.
Harry felt all the cracks in the wooden rail as he went to the kitchen. The wood was smooth, polished to perfection; only up close could he notice the imperfections from it's past. "Well I guess that means a lazy Saturday," Harry smiled, reaching for the pile of toast. "Maybe I'll surprise Ginny and take her for lunch." He hummed the latest hit from The Weird Sisters as he spread the jam across the bread.
Hermione had her latest book spread across the table. Lately she had been working on a tricky morphing spell, which granted the user the ability to change their shape for long periods of time. The magic was quite difficult, but the spell was nearly perfect. She was scrawling notes as she leafed through the book, one hand occasionally stopping to pick up her breakfast. Harry flipped through the pages of yesterday's Daily Prophet, deciding what to do with his day off. As if answering his thoughts, a golden fish swam through the window. Harry dropped the paper in surprise and Hermione gave a cough as she spat out her toast. "Aurors Potter and Weasley are requested at the ministry immediately." Proclaimed the raspy voice before disappearing into vapor.
"Damn." Harry set the paper down. They only used their patronuses to communicate for emergencies. It didn't help Ron was gone. He rushed into his robes and called goodbye to Hermione. "Tell Ginny I'll be home for dinner!" He lied, and disappeared with a pop.
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Well, here is the first bit of writing I've let anyone read in a while. Good? Bad? Mediocre? And don't worry. The action picks up next chapter, and a few familiar-and unfamiliar- faces are brought into the mix.