Hi people. Now, this is my very first attempt at a fanfic. I know it says that this is chapter one, but I'll have to wait and see what kind of reviews I get before I decide if I want to continue with it. So please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol. But really, review it please. About the whole lukemia thing, I don't really know any medical facts, or what lukemia patients do for treatment. Sorry for the total lack of accurateness in that department. Also, I know this fic must be kinda confusing. It kinda flips from Hermione's POV to Harry's. Hermione's is in cursive and Harry's is in the bolder more rounded printing, kay? Kay. Lol. Read on!
The Theory of Relativity, chapter 1
Hermione was worried. Not just worried worried, but the kind of worried that buries itself in the pit of your stomach until you feel you're going to be sick. No one could guess what she was worried about. No one would ever guess that the worry causing Hermione to act like Neville on a bad day had been caused by her cousin, Hunter. Hunter McKenzie. She hated the name. A week before exams had started Hermione had received a telegram from her parents:
5/30/2001
Dear Hermione,
We hate to bother you at school, dear. But somethings happened. Your Aunt Michelle was diagnosed with lukemia. She will have to have round-the-clock care, and she really can't look after Hunter anymore. So, your cousin will be staying with us for the whole summer, and possibly part of the school year too. Wouldn't that be fun?! You could go to school with your cousin! I bet you already can't wait to show her off to all of your friends.
All our love,
Mom and Dad
Even her two best friends, Harry and Ron, didn't have a clue. Ron thought it was some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder from exams, while Harry didn't even pretend to know what was bothering his friend. Hermione had been acting weird ever since her parents sent her a telegram at school, about a week before exams had started up. She hadn't told anyone what it said, but from the look on her face as she read it, you would have thought her great Aunt Mildred had died, leaving her parents a house full of cats and her dentures. Now, Hermione had already been completely strung out from studying non-stop. She was going 50+ hours without sleep at the time, and Harry was worried. He got steadily more worried as she began skipping meals to study in the library. Now that exams were over, Harry had expected his friend to return to her normal state, but she hadn't. They were leaving Hogwarts the day after tomorrow, and he wanted to resolve this issue before they had to say goodbye for the summer.
"Hi guys. What do we have first this morning, do you know?" Hermione said as she sat down to breakfast. She filled her goblet with orange juice, buttered a roll, and when she still hadn't gotten an answer from her friends, she simply knocked Ron on the side of the head. That usually brought him around.
"What was that for?!" came Ron's startled, half-awake reply.
"It was for your lack of enthusiasm in your education. Now, what do we have first this morning?"
Harry snorted behind his goblet of milk. Those two were going at it like an old married couple again. Honestly, couldn't they at least have waited until he was awake enough to enjoy egging them on? But, he had to admit, he was glad to see Hermione acting at least semi-normal again. Harry could tell that, behind her calm, sleepy exterior, she was worried about something. And, whatever the mysterious something was, he just wished it would leave her alone.
If Hermione had to pick one fate that she deemed to be worse than death, she would have chosen having her cousin come to Hogwarts, no contest. Hunter was not the average annoying cousin. No, she was far worse than all the temper tantrums in the world put together. Hunter was PERFECT. She was Hermione's age, with long, fine, soft brown hair that she just LOVED to flip over her shoulders. She had very dark brown eyes, so adrk they looked almost black, with long, thick black lashes. She had a "cute" little turned up nose, perfectly clear skin, and a lean willowy figure. Hunter McKenzie was, in essence, every guys dream. Hermione just feared that it might be Harry's dreams her cousin would invade.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters portrayed in this story, except maybe Hunter McKenzie. I own nothing but the plot line. Please don't sue me! lol