Disclaimer- the only character in this story so far that is property of myself is Professor Caldwick, if you wish to use him in your own story, I would appreciate being asked first and being credited in the story which he will be inserted into, thankyou xxx All other characters are the property of JK Rowling wom I like to think of as a genious, I would never dream of taking credit for her work. No one would believe me anyway ;)
Chapter one
Hermione Granger was sat flicking through the pages of an old dusty book that she had been given by her father before she left for Hogwarts that morning; it was full of photographs of when she was younger. Looking through the pages of the photo album was so unlike looking through the pages of wizarding books, showing pictures of smiling, waving people moving about in their frames. The people in her little book were perfectly still and smiling. She smiled back at their stationary faces and sighed. In truth, she really missed being a part of the muggle world, and being oblivious to the magical world she now inhabited. Finally she was jerked away from her thoughts by familiar voices nearby and she looked up into the smiling faces of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. She pulled up two chairs and smiled at them. Ron was first to speak,
"Hey 'mione" he looked interested at the sight of the non-moving pictures inside Hermione's book, "wow, is that a muggle book?" there was a note of awe in his voice, "my dad'd love to see one of those" he continued with a grin "who are the people in the pictures?" Hermione gave him a grin, something she didn't do very often these days
"They're of me and my parents when I was younger" she laughed, "strange to think at that time I had no idea of any world exiting beyond where I existed" she paused and continued in a quiet voice "I miss it sometimes" she looked sad.
Harry pulled his chair in closer to the table and leant in to talk to Hermione
"it was kinda weird for me too...I thought for years that my parents had died in a car crash, and that I'd been sent to my aunt and uncle and I was just an ordinary boy...I honestly couldn't see my life getting any better than it was, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia aren't exactly the nicest people in the world and Dudley really isn't any better" he looked amused for a moment then continued, "but then I started getting mail and Uncle Vernon was absolutely adamant that I never got to read it, he went mad in the end and moved us out to sea when we had a downpour of letters all addressed to me" he smiled at the memory of this "literally" he continued laughing, "then Hagrid showed up and..." he broke off remembering that he'd promised Hagrid to never tell anyone about the incident with the pigs tail, "well let's just say it's a funny memory" he ended the conversation with a broad smile.