Uncommon Feelings

Author: commoner
Rating: PG-13
Category: Drama
Subcategories: Romance/Adventure/Action
Keywords: Harry, Hermione, Slytherin
Spoilers:Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Summary: This is a Harry Potter story that will deal with events happening in an alternate universe in which Harry's godparents are the Grangers. I will actually follow the HP plot but with some changes.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is MINE…ha ha, as IF! I own nothing. Zero, nada!
A/N: I'm really, really sorry for the wait, but I had some serious family problems, and school isn't so easy either, but I think I have now plenty of spare time, and so this story won't be in Hiatus anymore!

Uncommon Feelings

Chapter One-Basically Normal


Waking up so early on a freaking Saturday was just not on…was Harry's first thought after his godmother started shaking him at 10 o' clock in the morning.

I'm gonna stay here, and I'm gonna sleep for the rest of my 12 hours that a Saturday deserves, and nobody's gonna change my mind…

Eleanor resigned upon the task of tossing Harry out of bed, he REALLY had grown up so fast, she couldn't drag him out of bed as easily as she had done so many years before.

"Harry, Hermione's going to leave to the park without you if you don't hurry up, and I don't think you want her to be all alone surrounded by so many strange BOYS, now do you?" said Eleanor with a big grin.

Yup, explosion in five, four, three, two…

"SHE'S WHAT!?" screamed a suddenly very awake and alert boy while trying to climb out of bed in a speed record.

'Some things will never change I guess'

Really, Eleanor thought, he ought to relax and trust Hermione more; after all, her daughter didn't seem to notice the opposite gender's looks shot at her at all, she lived for her books, desserts, and of course Harry…

And besides, they're only eleven, they should take life a little bit more lightly…

"OH no! She's not going anywhere, I mean isn't it bad enough that were on vacation and suddenly everyone notices that she's very pretty in those skirts?…" said Harry with a dark look in his eyes that indicated he really didn't approve of Hermione's wardrobe, while he slid a green shirt over his head.

"She attracts far too much attention, and if someone thinks they suddenly have a bloody right to…ELLE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? I'M CHANGING! DON'T I HAVE ANY PRIVACY!?" exclaimed a suddenly agitated teen while trying put on his jeans and balancing on one feet when he realized his godmother was watching him change.

"Don't curse in front of me Harry Potter" said Eleanor automatically, then she started grinning like a maniac…oh, I'm going to remember this conversation for a long time…

"And I'm your beloved godmother, I USED to change you diapers, think you've got something I haven't seen Potter? Tsk, tsk, and to think you even refuse to allow me to take photos of you in a swimsuit! I can still remember the times when you pranced around the house naked" said Eleanor exasperated while she remembered the disappointment of having to take photos of her daughter just because Harry had a tantrum over it.

"Yeah, well, I'm really honored that you're realistic enough to acknowledge that I'm devastatingly gorgeous, but I'm not risking another collective female harassment like last year's" .

It seemed that puberty had activated a reflex on all the girls in his school last year, it was the Get-to-Harry-first-and-shag-him-senseless-reflex; he had felt a little bit flattered, because it was nice to know you're so admired, but those girls were scary, and they seemed to want to do a lot more than snogging, and Harry wasn't really keen on having that experience so young and least of all with some idiot blonde, even if some of them had actually some really nice curves…

'He liked brunettes better anyways.'

He still remembered running home everyday for a month when he hit puberty; he knew he had his father's charm 'cause his godparents had told him once, but they could have warned him a little bit more.

"Oh yeah, YOU had it bad huh? 'Cause having to endure hours of girls asking me horrid things about you, was such a blast" drawled Hermione as she entered the room dumping a basket of clean clothes into Harry's bed.

"I mean, you pretty much still owe me the time that I lied about you having a girlfriend; although…I did enjoy having to take a photo of your ugly hairy ass and get paid for it" snickered the pretty girl as she remembered the amount of cash…damn, $300 was sure worth it..

"I don't take kindly to insults" said Harry calmly while he tried to remember a comment related to Hermione's sudden confession.

"Funny, with a face like yours, I'd have thought you'd be used to it by now" replied Hermione swiftly. She looked around and located her pink pajama top she had been looking for, well, wonder how this arrived here..

"So THAT'S why Jennifer Rightley felt me up and then told me how much firmer it was than in the photos?!!" asked Harry while shuddering and throwing dark glances at the amused petite girl hiding behind her mother.

"Awww, come on, they were getting violent, and you know how much it would crush you to see me pummeled by a bunch of your obsessive fan girls don't you?" asked Hermione after pretending to get teary eyed at the idea.

"Well, you should have realized that if they didn't get you someday, I would" snarled Harry after grabbing the sniggering girl by the arm and locking her in a headlock.

"KIDS!" yelled a glaring Eleanor suddenly. "I wont be in the middle of you discussion! For god's sake, that was a year ago! Move on!" barked the irate mother at a cowering Harry as he let go.

And turning around to look at her suddenly cowering daughter, she continued her tirade. "And you missy, must learn that one does not give photo's of Harry's skinny hairy butt."

"Hey! I'll tell you, my ass isn't skinny!" exclaimed an offended Harry. "I have a fairly seducing booty, just ask any sane girl and she'll tell you that" smirked Harry at the thought.

"HA! I'm your dreams Potter!" said Hermione and Eleanor together.

"Anyways," said Eleanor after seeing the glares of both teens, which meant that this could go on for ages. "It seems as though you were going to the park weren't you Hermione?"

"Well, I was going to go alone" said Hermione rolling her eyes at the dark glare her friend kept shooting at her.

"But it seems Harry will come with me I think?"

"Of course I am! You want to deal with those bloody assholes again?" asked a suddenly irate Harry.

"Don't curse" said automatically Hermione and Eleanor.

"I told you, I don't really care for them, I find it extremely bothering that the only pick up line guys keep on using on me is: 'you're the nerdy but also good looking girl that was always at the local library?' " said Hermione rolling her eyes.

"I mean, I have better things to do than start dating so young, and that would mean taking time from reading, which honestly, is so much more productive that going out with a different girl each week, huh Harry?" asked the grinning girl to her smirking best friend.

"Either way, you two should go out more, you're eleven after all" said Eleanor in a gentle voice.

"Even if we seem 15 because we're so damn gorgeous" said Harry arrogantly.

Indeed, they were, Harry was tall for his age, making him seem older, and he was lean; he had gained some muscle from basketball, but he still seemed pretty thin, though it suited him.

He had raven black unruly hair with bangs that he liked to keep over his beautiful piercing emerald eyes; eyes that turned dark, almost black when he was angry -which was normal because of his fiery temperament- or soften to a sea foam green whenever he was spending time with Hermione.

He used glasses, and usually that would have made any other boy of his age seem geeky, but it actually helped him, it made him look sweet and intellectual, which was a false impression.

All in all, he was a quite good looking boy, but it was a shame he was so young, otherwise he would be facing quite a different number of fans.

Hermione on the other hand, seemed older because of her facial features. She had such a soft looking face, she had almond eyes that gleamed and highlighted her smile, which was perfect since both their parents were dentists.

She was kind to almost everyone -though she could be quite bitchy when she wished- and in return almost everyone who met her liked her, whether it was in a friendly, or not quite so friendly way.

She was petite in height, reaching a 5'2 in a good day and boy did it annoy her, and her hair was wavy, and she had fixed her frizzy hair problem some years ago due to the teasing. No one in the Granger mansion had actually minded it.

Harry had beat those kids who dared to make her cry, and Hermione decided not to care anymore about what others thought of her; but their mother had been dying to put her hands on it, so one day, she led Hermione into a salon and fixed her hair.

Now it hung in her shoulders in thick curls, it wasn't a great difference, since it was still frizzy sometimes, but it had drawn attention from the boys.

"Come ON…it's a Saturday, you should be dying to get out of this house!"

"I wonder how it would feel to have parents that complain when their kids go out?" asked Hermione while she ordered Harry's socks in his drawer.

"Beats me, I suppose we SHOULD feel lucky that our's seem to have come out from the Twilight Zone" answered Harry while he helped her.

"You must go out, because, because, you must, I have it all ready…" trailed Eleanor with a gleam on her eyes.

"I fear the words 'I have a cunning plan' are rapidly marching towards this conversation with ill-deserved confidence" said Hermione with a dull voice while Harry nodded behind her.

"Come on, you barely go out, and I need some quality cuddle time with your father" said Eleanor with a whine.

"Urg, far too much information!", "GROSS!" exclaimed in chorus the suddenly pale teens.

"Well then why don't you go to that club you mentioned the other day?!."

Harry was starting to look a little panicked and Hermione just continued to calmly fold the clean laundry.

"Swerve wasn't it? It sounds really great" cooed the slightly maniac woman.

"Swerve. It's the only club worth going to around here. They let anybody in, but it's still the scene. It's in the bad part of town" said Harry expertly.

"Where's that?" asked a mystified Eleanor, who really hadn't noticed a shady hood around their town.

"About half a block from the good part of town. We don't have a whole lot of town here" answered Hermione.

"Yes! It's a great idea, so please please please please go there!" pleaded a desperate Eleanor.

"I've got nothing to wear" said automatically Hermione.

"Well, I suppose that we could go once" said a dubious Harry who was quite frankly starting to consider the idea.

"YES! It's fixed! You're going out and I'm gonna have a nice trip to a restaurant with George and then hopefully we'll get home and watch a movie, all alone in the house and then we'll turn out the lights…" trailed the starry eyed woman who failed to see the looks of panic on the teen's faces.

"OKAY! OKAY! Enough! Too much!" screamed a scared Hermione.

"We'll go shopping instead of the park and buy nice clubbing clothes for me and 'Mione –with YOUR credit card of course- and then you can do nasty things with George" said a smirking Harry.

"Deal, you just need to convince Hermione darling, and the card is yours…" beamed Eleanor.

"Actually, I'm okay with it" said an evilly smiling Hermione.

Both Harry and Eleanor stared at her, they knew the pretty brunette had a plan in that scheming head of hers, otherwise she woudn't have agreed so easily. And soon, their fears were confirmed as her eyes started to gleam with mischief.

"But in exchange I get to tutor Harry so he'll actually pass this month's math exam" said Hermione with a serious voice while switching her smirking face into a concerned one.

"Why do I need to learn that?" asked a mumbling Harry.

''Cause otherwise you'll flunk math" answered a serious Hermione.

"Explain the part where that's bad" said Harry with a grim look.

"You remember. You fail math. You flunk out of school. You end up being the guy at the pizza place that sweeps the floor and says, 'Hey kids, where's the cool parties this weekend?' We've been through this" answered calmly the girl genius.

"Aw…..I don't wanna!!" exclaimed a pouting Harry to his mother.

"Harry James Potter, you're going to accept this perfect bargain, and then get the hell out of this house so I can have my nice cozy date with my husband" said a scary looking Eleanor while she leaned into his face.

"'Kay, 'kay" said instantly a cowering Harry.

"Hey, breakfast's ready, Come on, it's hotcakes, and I made them with figures like you all love them!" yelled George Granger from downstairs.

"Wonder where he got that idea" said simultaneously the three sighing persons while approaching the dining room.


"Sit, sit, sit, sit ,sit" said a hyperactive cook while he pushed the plates stacked with half burnt Hotcakes.

They all started eating the first one and for a while no one dared to say anything.

"It's great!" they all suddenly enthused happily, because quite frankly, it was better than the food either of them did.

The calm and normal atmosphere at the table reigned, with just a slight disturbance from the teens when they started throwing bits of Hotcakes into the other's drink, but that was pacified as an irate George warned them that they would be eating dog food next breakfast if they treated his gourmet masterpiece like projectile missiles.

Then, at exactly 12 o'clock on the nice Saturday morning, an owl entered from the window to their left, hooted a little as he flied over their still forms, dropped two letters in front of each teen and left just as quickly as it came.

The dining room was so silent, they could practically hear the TV upstairs their mansion, and then everyone suddenly sprung to life like their chairs were suddenly on fire.

"Should we call the cops?" asked a horrified Eleanor.

"Oh, yeah mom, just tell them how an owl entered our house in plain daylight, and dropped two letters to me and Harry just as if he knew they were addressed to us, what an emergency!" said a sarcastic Hermione as she and Harry curiously opened their respective envelopes at the same time.

"We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for those gifted with magical abilities as you are.

Students are required to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the date for which shall be duly advised.

Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith.

We very much look forward to receiving you as a part of the new generation of Hogwarts' heritage.

Deputy Headmistress

Minerva McGonagall" finished Harry and Hermione together.

"School…magic…special…owls….books…school…study…SCHOOL" said faintly Hermione while she started to lose her paleness and gain a sudden gleam on her eyes.

"It really freaks me out that you are obsessed with study so much; you already do it every DAY, seriously you need to get out more, party, party, party, get a life!" drawled a more normal looking Harry.

"I study because it is required. The Bookworm Handbook insists on it" said Hermione confidently, not at all minding him mocking her.

"There's a Bookworm Handbook?" asked an impressed and dubious Harry.

"Wait. Handbook? What handbook?" asked a hysteric George Granger, who had the same weakness for knowledge he shared with his daughter.

"Is there a t-shirt? 'Cause...that would be cool" taunted Eleanor, who like Harry found studying just a necessity, and a really, really boring one.

"So, magic" asked Hermione, suddenly aware that her parents seemed pretty keen on changing the subject, and they were exchanging worried knowing glances, which meant they knew more than them.

"Yeah, magic" added Harry, and he had a feeling suddenly, that hit him square in the chest, a kind of longing and a yearning he had never felt.

He will be the best wizard ever known Lily…

He felt it, so surely, right there in his heart, a strange emotion that left him speechless for a moment as he realized that this had something to do with his dead parents.

"Guess this means, no date?" asked timidly Eleanor

"No date" answered both now, scowling teens.

"What date?" asked a confused George as he played nervously with his fingers.

"The one that was cancelled today, because I have a feeling that you two will spend some time explaining why aren't you surprised that we have been accepted at a school we had no knowledge of and why aren't you surprised that some letter suddenly tells us that we are magical kids" said Hermione calmly to her father, while her eyes started to narrow like Harry's.


A/N: References to some quotes

I fear the words "I have a cunning plan" are rapidly marching towards this conversation with ill-deserved confidence. ----Blackadder

"I don't take kindly to insults"
"Funny, with a face like yours, I'd have thought you'd be used to it by now."----Blackadder

"The Bronze. It's the only club worth going to around here. They let anybody in, but it's still the scene. It's in the bad part of town."
Buffy: "Where's that?"
"About half a block from the good part of town. We don't have a whole lot of town here." ----Buffy

"I study because it is required. The Slayer Handbook insists on it." Willow: "There's a Slayer Handbook?"
"Wait. Handbook? What handbook?"
Willow: "Is there a t-shirt? 'Cause...that would be cool." ----Buffy