This is a fan fiction inspired by "My Best Summer" by Hippogriff818
Disclaimer: Since everyone else has one of these things I suppose I should too. I do not own Harry Potter or Hermione or blah blah blah you know the rest.
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Harry remained in his bedroom for an entire week after the reading of Sirius's will. Finally after sometime lost in his own thoughts he finally drew up the strength to walk outside. He was at the foot of his driveway when he looked into the window of Hermione's house to see a pajama clad Hermione dancing around her room to an unknown song (Harry could hear the bass pumping from the street but couldn't make the lyrics out).
Harry smiled for the first time in several days and walked over to the Granger's house. Looking at his watch he saw that it was still only eight in the morning. He thought about whether or not to knock and as his hand was centimeters away from the door it opened and Mr. and MRS. Granger walked out of the house, briefcases in hand.
"Oh Harry!" Mr. Granger exclaimed "Didn't see you, well of course I didn't there is a door in the way, how are you this fine morning?"
"I'm good mister Granger, A bit down…personal stuff, do you mind if I go in?" Harry asked
"No go for it, Hermione is upstairs" Mrs. Granger said from the car door
"Thank you" Harry said entering the house and closing the door
Harry entered the house and felt at home almost immediately. The house was neat but not to the extent of the Dursleys, it was well organized; but at the same time had a warm lived in feel to it. Harry smiled as he looked around; he noticed that he could not hear Hermione's music from the lounge and wandered upstairs to find her.
As he reached the second floor he noticed that Hermione's door was vibrating in time to the beat of the music but he could still not hear anything. Smiling at the though of Hermione's magical brilliance Harry realized that Hermione must have cast a silencing charm on the door. Harry tapped on the door and received no reply so he slowly opened the door a crack to see Hermione still in her deep pink pajama pants and a pink tank top head banging in the corner of her room.
"And on we carry through the fears, Disappointed faces of your peers!" Hermione sang, Harry smiled and coughed loudly. Hermione spun around and turned beet red at the sight of Harry's smiling face. Slowly straightening up she turned down her CD player and walked over to Harry and pushed him back slightly and closed her door. Harry could not hear what was happening behind the door but saw Hermione's shadow moving around at great speed. After five minutes of a slightly perplexed Harry standing by Hermione's door, she stepped out in her dressing gown and a pair of slippers.
"That took five minutes?" Harry asked
"I couldn't find my left slipper" Hermione blushed
"And you couldn't just whip your wand out?" Harry grinned
Hermione's face turned beet red as she whispered "I couldn't find my wand either"
Harry followed Hermione downstairs as she pulled out a frying pan and some bacon and eggs. She slowly cooked breakfast as Harry sat down at the kitchen table lost in a world of his own. Finally he heard the clink of a plate as Hermione sat down with a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hands.
"Oh Harry I forgot to make you some!" Hermione gasped
"What?" Said Harry confused
"I didn't make you any breakfast" Hermione said with a soft tone in her voice
"Oh don't worry" Said Harry conjuring a plate and whispering an incantation over Hermione plate which started to overflow with eggs and bacon.
"How did you do that?" Hermione asked
"Mrs. Weasley taught me when we stayed at Sirius's last…Christmas" Said Harry looking down at his plate having lost his appetite
Hermione looked guiltily at the newspaper in an attempt to think of a way to console Harry, but nothing came to mind. Finally after some silence Hermione moved to the chair next to Harry and wrapped him in a gentle hug. Harry sat still and felt a tear run down his cheek. He slowly moved his hands up and returned the hug. As they were about to break apart; flames burst into Hermione's fireplace and suddenly turned green.
Out of the grate, wearing a pear of shabby blue jeans and a Gryffindor jumper; stood the figure of the tall freckled and red haired Ron Weasley. He took one look at the scene before him and turned scarlet. He took the seat that Hermione had vacated and looked at the pair with his eyebrows raised.
"Oh…Hello Ron, I forgot you were coming" Hermione said turning almost as red as Ron
"Clearly" Ron said in an unusually harsh voice "Having fun are we?"
"As a matter of fact we were talking about … Sirius" Hermione mouthed the last word to Ron who immediately understood what had been happening.
"You don't have to whisper his name guys, he wouldn't want us living with his memory as nothing more then an unpleasant after though" Harry said slowly getting up
"Oh please Harry I just didn't want to upset you please don't go!" Hermione cried
"Don't worry I'm not going anywhere, or at least only to the bathroom" Harry said smiling at Hermione and Ron
He wandered into the bathroom and sat on the seat; he put his face in his hands and tried to stop the lump in his throat from overtaking him. He slowly calmed himself down and went to the hand basin and rinsed his face to clear off the few tears that had escaped his eyes. He washed his hands and put some water through his hair pulling it back so it wouldn't fall into his eyes. As his hair fell back over his face suddenly the image of a carefree young man sitting in the great hall of Hogwarts, his hair falling into his face.
Harry looked into the mirror and gave himself a good shake. He stood up and walked out of the bathroom, rejoining Ron and Hermione who were sitting on the couch watching TV.
"This is insane; these muggle veletision shows are so corny!" Ron yelled
"Ronald it's a soap, it's supposed to be corny! And it's 'television'" Hermione explained rolling her eyes
"A soap? That man is covered in mud snogging that other bloke who has been on the run from those please-men" Ron cried "I don't think either has seen a bar of soap for months"
"You truly are unbelievably stupid" Hermione sighed
"Well if it took you five years to work that one out maybe your on that list too" Harry said sitting down on the single seat lounge chair
Harry and the others continued to make jokes and laugh for the remainder of morning until finally Harry made the suggestion that they go out for lunch. Ron who was perpetually starving immediately ran for the door and was out in the front yard ready to go before Hermione had even changed her clothes.
Rolling her eyes and pointing her wand at her chest she muttered something and was instantly changed into a pair of black cargo pants and a red shirt. She pointed her wand at Harry and instructed him to think clearly about the clothes he wanted to be wearing. Harry fought back images of his school robes and was suddenly wearing his blue jeans, plain white shirt and his dragon hide jacket. He looked down at his feet to see a pair of troll skin boots and felt his hat on his head.
Ron's jaw dropped when Harry left the house; he continued to gawk as they walked to the alleyway where Harry dialed the restaurants number on his Portkey-Phone. They arrived at the restaurant that Harry had selected and a baffled Ron tried desperately to escape from the force field until Hermione could calm him down and explain the magic.
"That was bloody mental!" Ron said as they walked into the restaurant named 'Café Des Vampires'
"I saw this place one time when I was a kid and the Dursleys couldn't get Mrs. Figg to baby-sit me" Harry told them "The Dursleys almost shot me when I told them I wanted to go in"
Harry and the others walked into the old Victorian style café and were instantly greeted by a tall slender man in a black cape. He gestured them to a table in the back corner of the room and swiftly disappeared, soon to return with menus. Harry, Ron and Hermione each ordered their choice of meals which were creatively named to have a vampire-esque name (Harry and Ron's steak was named 'Carrion', whilst Hermione's rigatoni had a name so wrong that if I put it in this fan fiction you would run from your computer desk in horror)
As they ordered their drinks Harry looked around the café; It was bigger then it looked, and everything was facing a large stage. It had a bunch of square wooden tables towards the front and larger round tables towards the back.
It wasn't until the food had arrived that the café started to fill with people. Harry and Ron looked at each other wondering what was going on. Finally as Harry, Ron and Hermione had almost finished their food. As they looked at the stage the lights dimmed and a band walked out onto the stage. Harry looked on in interest as the group of leather clad young men took to the stage.
"Hello were Grim and we will be entertaining you this afternoon" The lead singer said
"I have to go" Said Harry the lump making it's way back up his throat
Ron and Hermione followed him outside and he dialed the number for the Dursleys house. They arrived in the Dursleys' yard and Harry walked towards the house without talking to anybody. He slammed the door behind him and ignored uncle Vernon's screams as he locked himself inside with no intention of seeing the light of day again.
"What was that about?" Ron asked Hermione from the front yard of the Dursleys house
"Oh Ron didn't you hear what the band called themselves? Grim Ron" Hermione exclaimed
"So?" Ron asked her with, clearly not catching on
"Ronald you really are an idiot! What did we think Sirius was for the first nine months we knew his name?" Hermione said harshly
"Oh, you act like it was so obvious!" Ron called as Hermione walked away
They returned to Hermione's house and Ron flooed back to the burrow. Hermione was at a loss of what to do, and for one night she knew what it was like to not be able to sleep.
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