Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey
I have nothing to say so...umm... yah...
DISCLAIMER: I. OWN. NOTHING. (at least of Harry Potter)
Chapter 2: Claire's POV
The Girl In The Fireplace
I gaped at the girl who was coughing out the ash. I slowly approached her as she got up on her feet. And just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, I poked her cheek. She instantly looked confused and slightly awkward (I was very good at making people feel that way.)
"Merlin's beard, it's really you!" I screamed as I bear-hugged a sooty Hermione Granger. She was wearing a magenta sweater and faded jeans. Her hair, of course, was a brown, bushy mess (and I say this in the politest way).
"Hello," She strained. "Please let go of me." Hermione took a large gasp of air once I let go of her. "Thank you." She said, clutching her rib cage. "So you must be Claire Chang? ...Are you in any chance related to Cho Chang?"
"In any chance, yes, but so far I haven't figured out how I'm related to her." I said, absolutely hyped that I was having a conversation with Hermione Granger. She raised her eyebrows slightly, as if surprised at the fact that I even know who Cho is.
Hermione looked around the living room. The thick white carpet that was usually spotless was now covered in dirt. "Hmph," she said, scowling. Hermione had her wand halfway out of her pocket when she frowned again.
"Oh no, magic isn't allowed outside of Hogwarts," she sighed. Hermione looked at me apologetically. "Sorry about the rug."
"It's cool," I said heartily. Hermione Granger could've blown up the entire living room and I wouldn't have cared.
"So how are we getting to Hogwarts?" I said, ten times faster than I normally say. I bounced on my heels, pinching my forearm hard to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Very relieved, I didn't wake up in my bed to realize this never happened.
"Don't worry about it," she said casually. "Just the same way I got here." She slipped out a small bag from her pocket.
"Is that Floo Powder?!" I squeaked.
"Yes," Hermione answered, placing a handful of the greenish powder into my palm.
"Now, speak clearly and calmly, otherwise you'll end up somewhere other than your desired destination. I need you to say 'Observatory', once you throw the Floo Powder into the fireplace. Then all you have to do is walk in. Oh, and make sure you avoid bumping aside the walls. It hurts." Hermione sounded like those airplane assistants when they tell everyone about the safety precautions; but in this case, Hermione has Floo Powder safety precautions.
"I'll be coming right after you, Claire," she said.
"You said my name." I gasped. As you can see, I have a way of keeping my cool.
She smiled. "On three. One…two… THREE!" she shouted. I threw the Floo Powder into my fireplace. The fire began to glow an emerald green. "Observatory!" I yelled as I practically dived into the fireplace.
"Hang on tight!" Hermione said as I began to spin. "Ron and Harry will be outside!"
You could probably easily picture how it is to walk straight into a fireplace; it was warm and I was engulfed in green flames. I hugged myself, making sure I wouldn't hit the heavy brick fireplace walls. Several other random rooms zoomed by as I traveled. Just when I was ready to puke, I was thrown out of the fireplace. I stood up, facing the fireplace that was no longer mine. About five seconds later, Hermione was thrown out of the fireplace, still slightly covered in ash.
"Hermione, you did it!" a voice said behind me. I turned around, and saw a grinning fifteen-year-old boy with messy jet-black hair, emerald green eyes, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. He had Quidditch robes on and held his Firebolt over his shoulder.
And his name was Harry Potter.
The chapter title for this one may remind you of a certain Whovian thing... :)
This chapter was really short, I know, but I truthfully couldn't think of anything else. :P
Keep calm because Weasley is our king,
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