Hermoine Granger gave a frustrated sigh as she pulled her bushy brown hair into a ponytail.
There, she thought, simple and neat
She gazed about her room. It was a nice, clean placed, not big or small, with everything in the right order. But still, though this was the room she had grown up in, the room that she could walk around blind in, it didn't feel right. Her very skin itched to be back in her room at Hogwarts.
She smiled excitedly at the very name...Hogwarts.
It reminded her of so much. She couldn't wait to see Hagrid and Professor Dumbledor and McGonagall, Ron and Harry, especially Harry.
Her large, ginger cat, Crookshanks leapt up on her bed yowling loudly. She smiled affectionatly at it and gave it a gentle pat on the head. She smiled even wider as the cat began to purr loudly, sounding like an engine.
"Yes, Crookys, I can't wait to be back either! We're going to be seeing Ron and Harry again!" she cooed.
At Ron's name, the cat jerked away and grumbled as well as a cat can grumble.
"Now, now, Crooky's, Ron promised to be nice this year..." but the cat still glared so she stopped.
"Hermoine! Come on, dear, let's get going, we're going to be late!" he mother called from downstairs.
Despite entering her 5th year and being nearly 15, she couldn't help but jump up and clap her hands in childish excitement. She carefully gave her hair one last smoothing, grabbed the last of her bags, shooed a miffed Crookshanks into his wicker carrier, did one last supply check and dashed down the stairs.
"Whoa, Hermoine, slow down there," her dad, a muggle dentist laughed, "You're almost 15 now."
She smiled at him, "I just can't wait to get to Hogwarts!"
Her mom gave a half proud, half exasperated sigh, "Well then, come on," she turned to Dr. Granger, well, Hermoine's father, considering that they were both dentists, "Dear, would you take this suitcase?"
"Sure thin...UMP!" he grunted as Dr./Mrs. Granger shoved the bag into his arms.
"Are you sure you can take that?" said Hermoine's mother in concern.
"Sure...dear..." he gasped out and then staggered out the door and shoved the bag into the trunk. Seconds later, the Granger family piled in and they drove off to the train station and later, Hogwarts.
Hermoine first spotted Ron being teased by his brothers Fred and George. As she drew closer she could hear them talking.
"So ickle Ronnykin's is going into his 5th year?" Fred joked, doing a parody of his mother's voice which trailed off as Mrs. Weasley walked up to them.
"What're you 3 doing? Honestly! You know the train is leaving soon so-" she noticed Hermoine, "Oh, hello, dear. How are you?" she said sweetly.
"Fine, thank you Mrs. Weasley. And yourself?" Hermoine replied politely.
"Oh well, you know how they are she said with an exasperated sigh at the boys. The twins hung their heads in mock shame and Ron's ears turned a shade redder.
Hermoine smiled and Mrs. Weasley walked away. Hermoine opened her mouth to say something to Ron but then saw a now rather tall, but still skinny boy with wild hair that didn't seem to want to stay down. And on his forehead, she saw a purple scar.
"HARRY!" she and Ron cried at the same time, rushing toward him. Ron ran up and took him in a head lock, giving him a noogie and Hermoine pulled Ron off, all three of them laughing.
"Hey guys." Harry said meekly, "How've you been?"
"Oh, I've missed both of you guys so much!" Hermoine beamed.
"Wait 'til I tell you what I did to Dudley over summer break..." Harry began, but was interupted by the train whistle.
"We'd better get aboard." Hermoine said quickly. She stooped down and grabbed Crookshank's carrier then rushed after Ron and Harry, who were both toting owl cages. She was about to comment on the inefficiency of Ron's new, young owl but decided to save it for the train.
They piled into their usual compartment and waited excitedly for the train to start.
To Be Continued Since My Female Parental Unit Is Bugging Me To Get Off The Computer....
There, she thought, simple and neat
She gazed about her room. It was a nice, clean placed, not big or small, with everything in the right order. But still, though this was the room she had grown up in, the room that she could walk around blind in, it didn't feel right. Her very skin itched to be back in her room at Hogwarts.
She smiled excitedly at the very name...Hogwarts.
It reminded her of so much. She couldn't wait to see Hagrid and Professor Dumbledor and McGonagall, Ron and Harry, especially Harry.
Her large, ginger cat, Crookshanks leapt up on her bed yowling loudly. She smiled affectionatly at it and gave it a gentle pat on the head. She smiled even wider as the cat began to purr loudly, sounding like an engine.
"Yes, Crookys, I can't wait to be back either! We're going to be seeing Ron and Harry again!" she cooed.
At Ron's name, the cat jerked away and grumbled as well as a cat can grumble.
"Now, now, Crooky's, Ron promised to be nice this year..." but the cat still glared so she stopped.
"Hermoine! Come on, dear, let's get going, we're going to be late!" he mother called from downstairs.
Despite entering her 5th year and being nearly 15, she couldn't help but jump up and clap her hands in childish excitement. She carefully gave her hair one last smoothing, grabbed the last of her bags, shooed a miffed Crookshanks into his wicker carrier, did one last supply check and dashed down the stairs.
"Whoa, Hermoine, slow down there," her dad, a muggle dentist laughed, "You're almost 15 now."
She smiled at him, "I just can't wait to get to Hogwarts!"
Her mom gave a half proud, half exasperated sigh, "Well then, come on," she turned to Dr. Granger, well, Hermoine's father, considering that they were both dentists, "Dear, would you take this suitcase?"
"Sure thin...UMP!" he grunted as Dr./Mrs. Granger shoved the bag into his arms.
"Are you sure you can take that?" said Hermoine's mother in concern.
"Sure...dear..." he gasped out and then staggered out the door and shoved the bag into the trunk. Seconds later, the Granger family piled in and they drove off to the train station and later, Hogwarts.
Hermoine first spotted Ron being teased by his brothers Fred and George. As she drew closer she could hear them talking.
"So ickle Ronnykin's is going into his 5th year?" Fred joked, doing a parody of his mother's voice which trailed off as Mrs. Weasley walked up to them.
"What're you 3 doing? Honestly! You know the train is leaving soon so-" she noticed Hermoine, "Oh, hello, dear. How are you?" she said sweetly.
"Fine, thank you Mrs. Weasley. And yourself?" Hermoine replied politely.
"Oh well, you know how they are she said with an exasperated sigh at the boys. The twins hung their heads in mock shame and Ron's ears turned a shade redder.
Hermoine smiled and Mrs. Weasley walked away. Hermoine opened her mouth to say something to Ron but then saw a now rather tall, but still skinny boy with wild hair that didn't seem to want to stay down. And on his forehead, she saw a purple scar.
"HARRY!" she and Ron cried at the same time, rushing toward him. Ron ran up and took him in a head lock, giving him a noogie and Hermoine pulled Ron off, all three of them laughing.
"Hey guys." Harry said meekly, "How've you been?"
"Oh, I've missed both of you guys so much!" Hermoine beamed.
"Wait 'til I tell you what I did to Dudley over summer break..." Harry began, but was interupted by the train whistle.
"We'd better get aboard." Hermoine said quickly. She stooped down and grabbed Crookshank's carrier then rushed after Ron and Harry, who were both toting owl cages. She was about to comment on the inefficiency of Ron's new, young owl but decided to save it for the train.
They piled into their usual compartment and waited excitedly for the train to start.
To Be Continued Since My Female Parental Unit Is Bugging Me To Get Off The Computer....