Chapter Three: It's you and me against the world. We attack at dawn.
Disclaimer: Okay, I'm a teenager do you honestly think that I could really think of all of this on my own? But, for the sake of bureaucracy: I don't own Harry Potter, but I really, really want to. 'Kay? Good.
Description: It would make total sense for us to see through les yeux d'Harry, but, this story is a little, only a little, different than that one. No, this story is about a girl, his age, and how she feels about what's happening around her. Though Harry is a very large part of this story, that's not who were focusing on. To the contrary were focusing on a girl who has more in common with him than either of them will ever know.
Quote of the day: "Realists do not fear the results of their study." – Fyodor Dostoevsky
Sophie Granger Smiled, it was the first time, in what seemed to be forever to the now-eleven year-old girl, that she could relax. You see even though she was in a perfectly good school, she was preparing for her transfer to another and not just any school, no, she was going to be a student at Hogwarts School for Witch Craft & Wizardry ,she and her sister, Hermione, were going the next year.(They missed the dead-line) But, she wasn't upset about that or even the weird professor lady coming to her house every so often, no, she was being overworked by her sister. You see, the bushy-haired girl had literally forced her sister into reading book after book on various subject in the wizarding world, and then she continued to embarrass her as she continually corrected each and every mistake Sophia made. It was infuriating. (Sophie usually wasn't that submissive, actually quite the contrary, but she really wasn't in the mood to fight with her sister just then) And she couldn't even tell her friends. But No! Her two best friends, Suzie and Claudia, were mad at her because she was spending less time with them. They wanted to be with Sophie as much as possible because she was going to a new school next year (they thought she was going to an academy in France called 'Madame Decoote's Boarding School for Girls' on a scholarship.) Her sister was pushing her too far! However, none of that was on her mind at that moment, she was with her sole confidant, Marguerite, (her pet owl, the one that McGonagall Transfigured for her,) named after Sophia's great-grandmother (on her mother's side).
Marguerite, or Margie as her raven-haired owner liked to call her, hooted in a sympathetic manner. She was a phenomenal listener. (Well, as much as an owl can be, that is.) The bird always seemed to know what to do when Sophie was mad, sad, happy and/or in-between. Sophia had begun talking to Margie not long after her first trip to Diagon Alley, and her sister's first purchase of non-muggle books. You know the one. Anyway, Sophie was glad to have someone to talk to after a hard days work, besides she had school tomorrow.
The Blue-eyed girl pet her bird and said, "What on Earth Would I do with out you Margie? I know! I would probably be a stressed out, seemingly friendless over achiever like my sister. She wound a little to tightly don't ya think?"
The tawny owl, for all intensive purposes, seemed to agree because she bobbed her head enthusiastically. This brought another smile to the pre-teen's face. Sophie really loved her owl.
There was a sudden, and rather loud, knock on Sophia's door; and one word came to her mind. Hermione. The girl sighed, put Margie away, and walked to the door and asked a practically rhetorical question in an extremely dull voice. "Who is it?"
"Who do you think? Now, let me in we have more to do."
"Hermy, can we lay off the…" Sophie paused momentarily trying to find slightly more gentle words than the ones that immediate popped into her head 'cruel and usual punishment', "the uh…studying! Yeah! That's it! Studying!"
"Sophia Ashley Granger! Just. Let. Me. IN!" The bushy-haired girl commanded
"Calm down! Calm Down! I'll let you in; just calm down! Kay?"
Deep breathes could be heard outside of the door before Hermione's reply came. "Okay, I'm calm; Sophie, may I please come into your room now?"
"See isn't that better?" The other, now amused, twin said as she opened her door. "And yes, you may."
"Good" was Hermione's reply as she enter her sister's bedroom. "Now, what is Herpo the Fowl best known for?"
This startled the other girl but she managed to frantically stutter out the answer, "Huh? Oh… Um… Um..! Oo! Oo! He was the first known breeder of Basilisks!"
"See," The brunette said, in a usually sweet tone, as she saw her dark-haired twin's triumphant smile, "was that so hard?"
"I refuse to answer that question; I don't want to be self-incriminating" Sophie said as she still smiled; Maybe her sister wasn't that bad, I mean, they were having fun just then, weren't they?
The two laughed, giggled and in general, had fun. I had way to long since they had done that; at least to long for Sophia, that is. This light mood continued until after dinner, when Claudia and Suzie came over asking for apologies, and Hermione just had to do something, somewhere else in the house. In other words she was uncomfortable with her sister's best friends. (Do I detect a hint of jealousy, perhaps? Hmm?) And although, she was glad about her friends coming around, like they usually did, this made the younger twin sad; she wanted them to get along more than any of them could imagine. (They were the people who were closest to her after all.)
The next few days, (which consisted of school, study sessions, and other basic preparation,) went on by as did the next bunch, and the next group too. There were tests in the private school the twins and their friends went to, not to mention the constant Pop quizzes given by Hermione. Time was flying far to fast for any of the Grangers, the end first half of the school year was fast approaching, and so was Professor Minerva McGonagall's next visit. Sophie was simply over whelmed and she still had to hide all her Hogwarts things and Margie from her friends. This was going to be hard to get used to.
A/N: Do you like it? I worked really hard on this, so I hope you do. And do you know what would show me that you like it? Anyone? Reviews. I would truly appreciate reviews.
End Quote: "Because ten billion years' time is so fragile, so ephemeral... it arouses such a bittersweet, almost heartbreaking fondness" – Unknown
