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Chapter 1: Letters from Hermione
It was a cold morning on Privet Drive, or cold for the middle of July, anyway. No one was out on the street yet as it was still 5 o'clock in the morning.
Well, there was one person out on the street this early.
Harry Potter continued his morning walk around the neighborhood. He had gotten over the early summer's nervousness about these early walks now that he had been doing it daily for weeks with no signs of dementors.
Harry passed by Ms. Figg's house and actually considered stopping and talking to her, he needed some contact with the wizarding world after these weeks of isolation. His best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had not written him so far this summer.
Harry sighed, wondering where his two friends were at that moment. Ron was probably waking up to the smell of a nice home cooked meal from Mrs. Weasley and Harry had no idea what Hermione was up to at the moment. He felt slightly guilty at not knowing where his best female friend was.
Harry was taken out of his thoughtful daze when he ran head-on into a stop sign. Harry rubbed his head where the bar had impacted and sighed. Harry turned around and began his trek back to Number 4.
Sirius; he was another thought that crossed Harry's mind often during this summer. Sirius was gone and Harry had finally decided that he had to accept that, that it couldn't be helped. Harry had spent the first few weeks of summer blaming himself in a spiral of angst and depression. Finally as he calmed down a bit and sorted it all out in his head he began to find that it wasn't his fault. He wasn't the one that had shoved Sirius through the veil.
Harry looked up and saw that he had reached Number 4 and he went inside to prepare breakfast for his obese cousin and uncle whom Harry was confident would soon die of a stress related heart attack.
After another half hour the Dursleys filed into the kitchen and began to eat. Harry looked outside just in time to see his white owl, Hedwig, swoop into his window. Harry went upstairs to his small bedroom and took the letter off Hedwig's outstretched leg.
Harry looked down at the letter, it was from Hermione. Harry,
Summer's greetings from me to you. I'm terribly sorry I haven't written but I've been very busy. My parents and I went to America for a few weeks on Dumbledore's behalf. I'll explain more when I see you, not because it's a secret but because it is a bit much to explain in this letter. I haven't heard from Ron yet this summer, has he written to you? Listen Harry, I know that your aunt and uncle live in Little Whinging. And as you know, my parents are dentists. Well their firm's supplier of drills has been closed and this Monday they are going to Little Whinging to look at a drill company as their new supplier and I was thinking that perhaps we could pick you up after the factory tour that my parents are dragging me on and you could come over to my house for the rest of holiday. I know that it isn't exactly as exciting a prospect as the Burrow but I think we can have fun anyway. I can't wait to see you Harry! Owl me a response as whether or not we can pick you up.
Love, Hermione
Harry quickly rummaged around and found some stationary and wrote down a positive response to Hermione and let Hedwig out the window. At last some correspondence from one of his friends. He didn't care if it was Hermione's ordinary muggle house instead of the Burrow it was still not Number 4 Privet drive.
Suddenly Harry realized something and his eyes went wide.
Harry tore out from his room and nearly cleared all the stairs in one leap. He burst into the living room where Dudley was watching the television and Uncle Vernon was reading the paper.
"Uncle Vernon," Harry said. His uncle lowered the paper so he could see Harry. "Yes boy?" Uncle Vernon responded gruffly. "Are you giving a tour of your drill factory to a Dr. and Mrs. Granger?" Harry asked hopefully. Uncle Vernon raised and eyebrow at the question, "Yes they're dentists, head of a big firm, going to get Grunnings a lot of money. Why would you care?" Harry steeled himself for the hard part, "I know them, and their daughter is a friend of mine from school. "How could their daughter go to your school boy? These people are dentists they aren't your crowd." Harry mentally rolled his eyes, "Yes, here parents aren't wi- er, my crowd but their daughter is. Listen, if you let me go to the factory for the tour I promise you'll get the deal and then as a bonus they are picking me up for the rest of the summer, you won't have to deal with me until next June."
Harry stared at his Uncle and could almost hear the wheels grinding in his head. "Very well, if you can promise that I will get the deal then you may come." Harry went back upstairs a grin nearly splitting his face in two.
The next two days passed and Monday dawned into sunny weather and pleasant temperatures. Harry got out of bed hurriedly and got downstairs to see Uncle Vernon walking out the door already. Harry hurried out after him and got in the car.
Vernon grunted something that sounded like good morning and they began the silent drive to Grunnings offices and factory.
Harry walked inside the main office building and followed Uncle Vernon up to his office. Harry was about to walk in behind him when Vernon suddenly spun around.
"You are to wait in the lobby," Vernon huffed and shut the door in his face.
Harry did as he was told and found himself dozing off in the squishy lobby chairs. He was awakened by some giggling and realized it was Hermione's voice. Harry opened his eyes just in time to see Uncle Vernon leading four people out the back door of the lobby away from the office building and toward the factory.
Harry jumped up and followed them at a quickened pace. He finally caught up with them on one of the factory catwalks. Suddenly as he was about 20 feet away from them he realized that there was a boy with Hermione and that they were both walking a good distance behind the adults. Harry felt a sudden surge of anger at seeing that boy with Hermione. He couldn't explain it after all; Hermione was just his friend to him, right?
Harry continued his quickened pace until at about 15 feet away the boy suddenly stopped and turned around very quickly making Harry jump.
The boy was very tall about 6'4" with longish black hair and broad shouldered. His eyes were his most striking feature by far. They were the color of polished copper and very bright they seemed to bore through Harry like laser vision. His face was set into a mild look of curiosity and in one hand Harry noticed he held a curved one sided knife that Harry recognized from Dudley's martial arts movies as a wakizashi.
Hermione had continued on a few steps before noticing the boy had turned around. She spun and saw Harry. She gave a little squeal of delight and came running to him. The boy, seeing that Hermione knew Harry re-sheathed his knife below a wand sheath. Harry took his eyes of the knife once it was away and turned his attention onto Hermione.
'Ye Gods,' he thought upon seeing her.
It was impossible for her to have changed this much in two months and yet this was not the Hermione that Harry had looked at on the Hogwarts express those 10 weeks ago.
She was wearing a jean miniskirt that showed for of her leg than she had ever shown him before and he had to admit that she had very nice ones. She was a good size nowhere close to fat but not incredibly skinny either. Harry's eyes continued up her body until..
'Jesus tapdancing Christ,' he thought again.
She had very much filled out since he last saw her and her tight shirt showed it as well. Harry finally decided that she was absolutely gorgeous, and by comparison Cho Chang was a fat hairy man.
(Brief A/N: I don't mean to sound shallow here but as a guy myself I want to convey that Harry is seeing Hermione in a new light and sorry for emphasizing the exterior but hey we already knew that she has a great personality right? ducks several high heels that were thrown at him)
During his daze she had closed the gap between Harry and herself and threw her arms around him. Harry suddenly felt the room grow very hot as she pressed up against him and something must have shown on his face because the boy gave a grunt of laughter.
Hermione eventually broke off the embrace. "Come on there's a park across the road and my parents will catch up."
The two friends and new prospective friend went outside the factory and across the street to the green and sunny park across the road.
Crimson Samurai: Hope you like it I will try to post new chapters daily or at least every other day save for next Tuesday and the seven following days I will be off on vacation.
Chapter 1: Letters from Hermione
It was a cold morning on Privet Drive, or cold for the middle of July, anyway. No one was out on the street yet as it was still 5 o'clock in the morning.
Well, there was one person out on the street this early.
Harry Potter continued his morning walk around the neighborhood. He had gotten over the early summer's nervousness about these early walks now that he had been doing it daily for weeks with no signs of dementors.
Harry passed by Ms. Figg's house and actually considered stopping and talking to her, he needed some contact with the wizarding world after these weeks of isolation. His best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had not written him so far this summer.
Harry sighed, wondering where his two friends were at that moment. Ron was probably waking up to the smell of a nice home cooked meal from Mrs. Weasley and Harry had no idea what Hermione was up to at the moment. He felt slightly guilty at not knowing where his best female friend was.
Harry was taken out of his thoughtful daze when he ran head-on into a stop sign. Harry rubbed his head where the bar had impacted and sighed. Harry turned around and began his trek back to Number 4.
Sirius; he was another thought that crossed Harry's mind often during this summer. Sirius was gone and Harry had finally decided that he had to accept that, that it couldn't be helped. Harry had spent the first few weeks of summer blaming himself in a spiral of angst and depression. Finally as he calmed down a bit and sorted it all out in his head he began to find that it wasn't his fault. He wasn't the one that had shoved Sirius through the veil.
Harry looked up and saw that he had reached Number 4 and he went inside to prepare breakfast for his obese cousin and uncle whom Harry was confident would soon die of a stress related heart attack.
After another half hour the Dursleys filed into the kitchen and began to eat. Harry looked outside just in time to see his white owl, Hedwig, swoop into his window. Harry went upstairs to his small bedroom and took the letter off Hedwig's outstretched leg.
Harry looked down at the letter, it was from Hermione. Harry,
Summer's greetings from me to you. I'm terribly sorry I haven't written but I've been very busy. My parents and I went to America for a few weeks on Dumbledore's behalf. I'll explain more when I see you, not because it's a secret but because it is a bit much to explain in this letter. I haven't heard from Ron yet this summer, has he written to you? Listen Harry, I know that your aunt and uncle live in Little Whinging. And as you know, my parents are dentists. Well their firm's supplier of drills has been closed and this Monday they are going to Little Whinging to look at a drill company as their new supplier and I was thinking that perhaps we could pick you up after the factory tour that my parents are dragging me on and you could come over to my house for the rest of holiday. I know that it isn't exactly as exciting a prospect as the Burrow but I think we can have fun anyway. I can't wait to see you Harry! Owl me a response as whether or not we can pick you up.
Love, Hermione
Harry quickly rummaged around and found some stationary and wrote down a positive response to Hermione and let Hedwig out the window. At last some correspondence from one of his friends. He didn't care if it was Hermione's ordinary muggle house instead of the Burrow it was still not Number 4 Privet drive.
Suddenly Harry realized something and his eyes went wide.
Harry tore out from his room and nearly cleared all the stairs in one leap. He burst into the living room where Dudley was watching the television and Uncle Vernon was reading the paper.
"Uncle Vernon," Harry said. His uncle lowered the paper so he could see Harry. "Yes boy?" Uncle Vernon responded gruffly. "Are you giving a tour of your drill factory to a Dr. and Mrs. Granger?" Harry asked hopefully. Uncle Vernon raised and eyebrow at the question, "Yes they're dentists, head of a big firm, going to get Grunnings a lot of money. Why would you care?" Harry steeled himself for the hard part, "I know them, and their daughter is a friend of mine from school. "How could their daughter go to your school boy? These people are dentists they aren't your crowd." Harry mentally rolled his eyes, "Yes, here parents aren't wi- er, my crowd but their daughter is. Listen, if you let me go to the factory for the tour I promise you'll get the deal and then as a bonus they are picking me up for the rest of the summer, you won't have to deal with me until next June."
Harry stared at his Uncle and could almost hear the wheels grinding in his head. "Very well, if you can promise that I will get the deal then you may come." Harry went back upstairs a grin nearly splitting his face in two.
The next two days passed and Monday dawned into sunny weather and pleasant temperatures. Harry got out of bed hurriedly and got downstairs to see Uncle Vernon walking out the door already. Harry hurried out after him and got in the car.
Vernon grunted something that sounded like good morning and they began the silent drive to Grunnings offices and factory.
Harry walked inside the main office building and followed Uncle Vernon up to his office. Harry was about to walk in behind him when Vernon suddenly spun around.
"You are to wait in the lobby," Vernon huffed and shut the door in his face.
Harry did as he was told and found himself dozing off in the squishy lobby chairs. He was awakened by some giggling and realized it was Hermione's voice. Harry opened his eyes just in time to see Uncle Vernon leading four people out the back door of the lobby away from the office building and toward the factory.
Harry jumped up and followed them at a quickened pace. He finally caught up with them on one of the factory catwalks. Suddenly as he was about 20 feet away from them he realized that there was a boy with Hermione and that they were both walking a good distance behind the adults. Harry felt a sudden surge of anger at seeing that boy with Hermione. He couldn't explain it after all; Hermione was just his friend to him, right?
Harry continued his quickened pace until at about 15 feet away the boy suddenly stopped and turned around very quickly making Harry jump.
The boy was very tall about 6'4" with longish black hair and broad shouldered. His eyes were his most striking feature by far. They were the color of polished copper and very bright they seemed to bore through Harry like laser vision. His face was set into a mild look of curiosity and in one hand Harry noticed he held a curved one sided knife that Harry recognized from Dudley's martial arts movies as a wakizashi.
Hermione had continued on a few steps before noticing the boy had turned around. She spun and saw Harry. She gave a little squeal of delight and came running to him. The boy, seeing that Hermione knew Harry re-sheathed his knife below a wand sheath. Harry took his eyes of the knife once it was away and turned his attention onto Hermione.
'Ye Gods,' he thought upon seeing her.
It was impossible for her to have changed this much in two months and yet this was not the Hermione that Harry had looked at on the Hogwarts express those 10 weeks ago.
She was wearing a jean miniskirt that showed for of her leg than she had ever shown him before and he had to admit that she had very nice ones. She was a good size nowhere close to fat but not incredibly skinny either. Harry's eyes continued up her body until..
'Jesus tapdancing Christ,' he thought again.
She had very much filled out since he last saw her and her tight shirt showed it as well. Harry finally decided that she was absolutely gorgeous, and by comparison Cho Chang was a fat hairy man.
(Brief A/N: I don't mean to sound shallow here but as a guy myself I want to convey that Harry is seeing Hermione in a new light and sorry for emphasizing the exterior but hey we already knew that she has a great personality right? ducks several high heels that were thrown at him)
During his daze she had closed the gap between Harry and herself and threw her arms around him. Harry suddenly felt the room grow very hot as she pressed up against him and something must have shown on his face because the boy gave a grunt of laughter.
Hermione eventually broke off the embrace. "Come on there's a park across the road and my parents will catch up."
The two friends and new prospective friend went outside the factory and across the street to the green and sunny park across the road.
Crimson Samurai: Hope you like it I will try to post new chapters daily or at least every other day save for next Tuesday and the seven following days I will be off on vacation.