A.N. – Hey!!! I bet you didn't think I'd be posting anything anytime soon 'cause if you did you could have at least told me!! Anyway this story is based on a random thought I had in some random class that was boring me.
Un-edited at the moment but hope you enjoy it and please review.
Into Reality
Chapter 1 – First Day
Harry sighed as he stared at the photo in his hands. The two boys in the photo had their arms slung around each others shoulders, one with raven black hair and one with platinum blonde, each with smiles larger than life. Harry ran his fingers over the wooden frame wondering why in the world he had re-opened that box, all it brought up were memories of a time long past. A knock on the door brought him back to reality. Stuffing the photo back into the box, he kicked it under his bed and fixed the sheet so that it was hidden. Hearing another impatient knock Harry rushed to open the door. As he expected his step-sister, Hermione, stood on the other side.
"Since when do you knock?"
Hermione laughed. "You ready?"
Harry groaned. "No!"
Sighing Hermione brushed her hair impatiently out of her eyes before spinning on her heels and marching out of his room.
Rolling his eyes, Harry placed his headset on, taking time to listen to the first verse of Worst Day Ever by Simple Plan, thinking that it really fit how he was feeling right now, before grabbing his school bag and car keys. Walking out he made sure to lock his room door behind him and heard Hermione do the same down the hall. Smiling at each other they made their way out of the house and into Harry's car not really wanting to go to the hell some call school.
"Where is she?" Padma bit her lip as she looked frantically for her long time pen pal.
She and her best friends who had instantly been labelled as outcasts, were sitting on the lawn next to the big 'Keep Off The Lawn' sign, waiting for this mysterious girl they all knew so much about. Hearing the first bell they got and Padma sighed dejectedly making Parvati hug her twin worriedly. They were almost inside when a voice called out.
"Padma!"
Padma turned around and a big grin found its way upon her face. "Hermione!"
Everyone laughed as they watched the two girls squeeze each other half to death. Padma and Hermione finally separated themselves and turned to face everyone.
"'Mione this is Parvati, Lavender, Seamus, Dean, Ron and Ginny."
Hermione smiled warmly at them. "As you all probably know, I'm Hermione Granger and this is my step-brother Harry Potter."
She motioned to the boy who had just come up behind them. Harry smiled and waved before wrapping his arms around Hermione's waist, his chin on her shoulder and his cheek against hers.
"He's a bit shy." Everyone had to laugh at this statement because Harry sure didn't look shy. Compared to Hermione's warm chocolate brown eyes, silky smooth, blonde streaked, long hair and almost perfect tan, they had to notice that Harry was just around her height yet different in every aspect. He had messy raven black hair, the ends of which were dyed red, that fell into his emerald green eyes, and he was a lot paler than she, and his ears were triple pierced. They both wore loose clothes, her, a light brown spaghetti strapped shirt and flowing white skirt and him, baggy black jeans and a big black t-shirt.
The second bell rang and most of the group waved and headed towards their classes. Padma motioned for them to follow her and she led through very identical corridors which Harry was sure he'd never keep track of.
"So what are your majors?"
Padma's voice disrupted Harry's thoughts that the man in the portrait they had just passed was severely constipated.
"I'm a dance major and Harry's music."
Padma's eyes widened. "Wow! You never told me you guys were that good."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What's that suppose to mean?"
Padma fake gasped. "He speaks!" Harry turned slightly red and Hermione giggled. "I meant nothing by it. It's just that dance and music are hard to get into at this school. So what kind of dances do you do 'Mione? And Harry, what genres of music are you interested in? What instruments do you play?"
Hermione laughed. "Whoa! Slow down there! I'm mostly a contemporary dancer but I'm willing to try anything."
"For me I basically stick to alternative rock and I play guitar, both acoustic and electric, and piano."
"Most of the music I dance to, Harry records."
Padma looked back at Harry, shock and awe written all over her face. "Wow."
She suddenly stopped in the middle of the hall and pointed to a door on their left. "That's the Head Masters office; I have to get to class." With a wave and a smile, Padma disappeared down the hall.
Sighing Harry looked at the door like it was the passageway to hell. "Might as well get it over with." He reluctantly pushed the door open and motioned for Hermione to go ahead. "After you milady." Hermione laughed before pushing Harry in first and going in after him.
A.N. I know it's not much but it gets better, I'm actually working on chapter 2 now but it could take awhile. Just wait I promise I'll update this and all my other stories before Christmas or at least Halloween. In the meanwhile please review…it'll make me very happy and happy me equals quicker updating.
