Chapter 2. The Odd Journey.
*A/N: Apologies for the delay! (Homework really stinks.) Rereading the story might clear any confusion.
"Er-Hermione, what are you doing here? I thought you were captured by Wormtail!" Harry exclaimed, too shocked to act normal. Hermione looked bemused. "What do you mean? I was helping my parents out, and I got an owl from Dumbledore to pick you up!" She beckoned to a rather sporty little Corvette. "Isn't it nice? My parents gave it to me for my 15th birthday, and I've been practicing driving in it!" Harry was amazed at the amount of wealth her parents must have to give her such an expensive car, until he noticed Hermione was walking to a beat-up old minivan directly across the street. "Come on, Harry!" Hermione's mother was sitting in the driver's seat. "Why, hello, you must be Harry Potter. Hermione's told us all about you!" Harry shrugged and loaded his stuff into the trunk. The car rumbled to a start and they drove off, away from No. 4, Privet Drive and Harry's old life.
In the car, Hermione quickly turned to Harry. "Whatever happened? After all, that owl Dumbledore said to come fast!"
Harry sighed and stared blankly at Hermione. "But shouldn't you know? After all, you were-oh, never mind. My Uncle Vernon turned out to be a wizard!"
Hermione stared anxiously at him. "Are you sure? I've read all about shape-shifters, Chameleon Ghouls, and you should know about Polyjuice Potion. What if it wasn't your uncle?" Trust Hermione to come up with a more logical answer than anyone.
Er-I hadn't thought of that really," Harry stammered. "But- then I got your owl and I came straight to the curb, and you know the rest."
Hermione sat for a moment in silence, thinking. Then she turned back to Harry. "I think I'd better prepare you," she said. Harry was confused; after all, Hermione had never kept any secrets from him and Ron, except for the Time Turner in their third year that had helped save Sirius Black's (Harry's godfather) and Buckbeak's lives. Hermione interrupted his rather confused succession of thoughts. "Harry, you know all that recent controversy over cloning?" Harry merely nodded, unable to think of the possible directions being taken. "Well, it turns out human cloning's been perfected for a long time." A long pause, then-much to Harry's astonishment, "I-I guess I have a twin." Hermione began a rapid tirade of explanations. "You see-well-when I was born, my parents wanted two of me because the government was paying us well for it-and, we needed the money, you see-so they basically cloned me and so there's two of me, and my clone's-er, twin's-name is Myrtle, because she was raised by some old couple in a far-off region. You'd better be nice to her, Harry-she's got magic too, just not enough to get her into Hogwarts."
He, Harry, stared in astonishment. This was the most bizarre thing he'd ever heard, ever since he'd found out that he had some of Voldemort's powers because of the curse scar he'd gotten. Of course, he had only learned about this in his second year after defeating Tom Riddle's memory by destroying the diary, and then he'd learned about the bizarre connection between their wands his fourth year after having been forced to duel Voldemort near the grave of his dead father. (Actually, it was the grave of his living father. voice drips with sarcasm)
*A/N: OK, let's face it; we should all know that there's only one reason there's a clone in this. Satires have to insult something; this will be explained further on.. or will it?
Harry sighed. "Well, Hermione, I-er-guess I saw your twin then, but she can, er, perform the Cruciatus Curse!"
Hermione groaned. "Knew I shouldn't have mentioned curse spells to her. This was so expectable! But then again, I guess it makes a more interesting plot!" A random groan reminded Hermione that she wasn't supposed to give the story line away. She pulled out her wand and quickly erased that memory, then Transfigured this paragraph to make it fit properly. "Harry, listen-be extremely polite to Myrtle, okay? And whatever you do, don't mention Moaning Myrtle. It might create some-er- interesting results."
At Hermione's house, another owl was awaiting. It was from Ron, and read, 'Hermione-I just got a note from Dumbledore. Says you should probably do something about your clone before she turns Harry into a rodent or something." Oh great. Although Hermione knew where The Burrow was, she didn't want to drive there immediately. Waiting a couple of hours couldn't hurt, so she decided to straighten the 64 pictures in her room of Gilderoy Lockhart, who had managed to regain his memory with a few minor changes, conveniently placed by the Ministry of Magic to prevent any further plagiarized books. "Harry-wait in the drawing room for a minute, would you?" He, Harry, obediently complied.
While he was lounging on the couch (at the Dursleys' house, he had been denied this privilege since they were particularly cruel to him), Hermione walked back downstairs. "Oh, back already, Hermione?" Darn. He'd been hoping to examine any unusual properties his pinkies might have had. Hermione grinned, but there was something unusual. Her oversized teeth were the same-maybe it was the fact that she'd never grinned evilly before? Whatever it was, Harry was oblivious to the change.
"Harry, may I try a little minor spell on you? It should make your life more interesting." Harry complied, as Voldemort hadn't even tried to kill him recently and he was quite bored. After Hermione muttered a few words and cast the spell, Harry sat down on the couch once again (she'd walked away to comb her hair or something).
It was just then that Harry remembered the Hermione he'd known had had her teeth resized after Malfoy cast that spell on her.
*A/N: Apologies for the delay! (Homework really stinks.) Rereading the story might clear any confusion.
"Er-Hermione, what are you doing here? I thought you were captured by Wormtail!" Harry exclaimed, too shocked to act normal. Hermione looked bemused. "What do you mean? I was helping my parents out, and I got an owl from Dumbledore to pick you up!" She beckoned to a rather sporty little Corvette. "Isn't it nice? My parents gave it to me for my 15th birthday, and I've been practicing driving in it!" Harry was amazed at the amount of wealth her parents must have to give her such an expensive car, until he noticed Hermione was walking to a beat-up old minivan directly across the street. "Come on, Harry!" Hermione's mother was sitting in the driver's seat. "Why, hello, you must be Harry Potter. Hermione's told us all about you!" Harry shrugged and loaded his stuff into the trunk. The car rumbled to a start and they drove off, away from No. 4, Privet Drive and Harry's old life.
In the car, Hermione quickly turned to Harry. "Whatever happened? After all, that owl Dumbledore said to come fast!"
Harry sighed and stared blankly at Hermione. "But shouldn't you know? After all, you were-oh, never mind. My Uncle Vernon turned out to be a wizard!"
Hermione stared anxiously at him. "Are you sure? I've read all about shape-shifters, Chameleon Ghouls, and you should know about Polyjuice Potion. What if it wasn't your uncle?" Trust Hermione to come up with a more logical answer than anyone.
Er-I hadn't thought of that really," Harry stammered. "But- then I got your owl and I came straight to the curb, and you know the rest."
Hermione sat for a moment in silence, thinking. Then she turned back to Harry. "I think I'd better prepare you," she said. Harry was confused; after all, Hermione had never kept any secrets from him and Ron, except for the Time Turner in their third year that had helped save Sirius Black's (Harry's godfather) and Buckbeak's lives. Hermione interrupted his rather confused succession of thoughts. "Harry, you know all that recent controversy over cloning?" Harry merely nodded, unable to think of the possible directions being taken. "Well, it turns out human cloning's been perfected for a long time." A long pause, then-much to Harry's astonishment, "I-I guess I have a twin." Hermione began a rapid tirade of explanations. "You see-well-when I was born, my parents wanted two of me because the government was paying us well for it-and, we needed the money, you see-so they basically cloned me and so there's two of me, and my clone's-er, twin's-name is Myrtle, because she was raised by some old couple in a far-off region. You'd better be nice to her, Harry-she's got magic too, just not enough to get her into Hogwarts."
He, Harry, stared in astonishment. This was the most bizarre thing he'd ever heard, ever since he'd found out that he had some of Voldemort's powers because of the curse scar he'd gotten. Of course, he had only learned about this in his second year after defeating Tom Riddle's memory by destroying the diary, and then he'd learned about the bizarre connection between their wands his fourth year after having been forced to duel Voldemort near the grave of his dead father. (Actually, it was the grave of his living father. voice drips with sarcasm)
*A/N: OK, let's face it; we should all know that there's only one reason there's a clone in this. Satires have to insult something; this will be explained further on.. or will it?
Harry sighed. "Well, Hermione, I-er-guess I saw your twin then, but she can, er, perform the Cruciatus Curse!"
Hermione groaned. "Knew I shouldn't have mentioned curse spells to her. This was so expectable! But then again, I guess it makes a more interesting plot!" A random groan reminded Hermione that she wasn't supposed to give the story line away. She pulled out her wand and quickly erased that memory, then Transfigured this paragraph to make it fit properly. "Harry, listen-be extremely polite to Myrtle, okay? And whatever you do, don't mention Moaning Myrtle. It might create some-er- interesting results."
At Hermione's house, another owl was awaiting. It was from Ron, and read, 'Hermione-I just got a note from Dumbledore. Says you should probably do something about your clone before she turns Harry into a rodent or something." Oh great. Although Hermione knew where The Burrow was, she didn't want to drive there immediately. Waiting a couple of hours couldn't hurt, so she decided to straighten the 64 pictures in her room of Gilderoy Lockhart, who had managed to regain his memory with a few minor changes, conveniently placed by the Ministry of Magic to prevent any further plagiarized books. "Harry-wait in the drawing room for a minute, would you?" He, Harry, obediently complied.
While he was lounging on the couch (at the Dursleys' house, he had been denied this privilege since they were particularly cruel to him), Hermione walked back downstairs. "Oh, back already, Hermione?" Darn. He'd been hoping to examine any unusual properties his pinkies might have had. Hermione grinned, but there was something unusual. Her oversized teeth were the same-maybe it was the fact that she'd never grinned evilly before? Whatever it was, Harry was oblivious to the change.
"Harry, may I try a little minor spell on you? It should make your life more interesting." Harry complied, as Voldemort hadn't even tried to kill him recently and he was quite bored. After Hermione muttered a few words and cast the spell, Harry sat down on the couch once again (she'd walked away to comb her hair or something).
It was just then that Harry remembered the Hermione he'd known had had her teeth resized after Malfoy cast that spell on her.