Hello all! I hope you are all enjoying your day today. Story ideas have been easy to come by these days. I now feel guilty that Hope doesn't have that big of a part in the story, so I'm trying to make her a more important character. Enjoy!
WARNING: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN TRACES OF DRAMIONE, SO IF YOU'RE NOT UP FOR THAT, DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER!
"You want to do what?"
"I want to have Hermione come here for the summer holidays."
"Why?"
Hazel and Harry were bickering loudly over this one fact. Harry wanted Hermione to stay at the Mansion for the holidays. It had been a good few months since they'd made their escape from Hogwarts, and Harry wanted to start slowly decimating Dumbledore's reign over the Wizarding World. For that, they needed a certain bushy-haired girl over, as she knew way more than the Potter Trio about the Order.
"I agree with Harry." Hope spoke quietly. Harry looked happily at her, and Hazel folded her arms in iritation.
"But who's gonna go get her?" the girl asked.
"Well not me cause I'm a boy and the Grangers might get suspicious, not you cause you're a tad too sarcastic for them, soo….."Harry and Hazel looked towards the third sister in their midst.
"Me?" Hope squeaked.
"Yes you! You're kind, won't look too suspicious, and won't make a bad impression." Harry patted her on the back.
"Umm ok…"
A few days of deciding what to wear later, Hope was walking towards the Granger residence. There were no flowy robes in sight, as she often wore back at home, but instead there was plain black jeans and a light blue shirt with a lily on it. She gulped down a lump in her throat as she knocked on the door of their home, and was met with Mrs. Granger, a kindly faced woman with a mass of bushy chestnut curls. Hermione obviously got her hair from her mother.
"Hello, dear. Come in. Hermione's just upstairs." she said, ushering the girl inside. It was a nice home, with family pictures lining the pale blue walls and a cushy looking sofa set next to a TV in the living room. The kitchen was good too, all granite countertops and wood cupboards with a variety of vegetables scattered over them.
Hermione came running down the stairs, then paused at seeing Hope stood in the doorway.
"Hermione, your friend's come for you!" They'd sent an owl a few days earlier, so they had a heads up beforehand.
The girl gave Hope a quizzical look. Hope whispered in her ear, 'I'm Harry's sister.' Hermione seemed to understand and nodded back, as if they were two spies using a secret language.
"Come, Hermione. We're gonna have a great time." She linked her arm in Hermione's and waved at her mum as they marched out the door.
As soon as Mrs. Granger had closed the door behind them, reminding Hermione to brush her teeth, the aforementioned girl turned to Hope with wide eyes.
"You're Harry's sister?" Hope nodded. "I thought Harry was gonna pick me up.
"Well, he thought that would look suspicious, if you know what I mean…." Hermione giggled.
'So, where's this house of yours?"
"I wouldn't call it a house as much as I would a palace." Hope smiled.
"Really? Who's is it?"
"The Slytherin Mansion." Hope said, ignoring the other girl's floored look.
"So are we walking?"
"Hell no. We're using brooms."
As she said that, two brooms appeared out of thin air at their feet. Hermione looked around.
"Won't the Muggles see us?"
"No, we're Disillusioning them."
She tapped the brooms once with her hand and muttered the words under her breath quietly. Both of them spread over with a clear fluid, almost as if they were made of glass. They got on, Hermione a bit uneasily, and willed the brooms up and away, Hermione's broom following Hope's almost as if it were made to do so.
They arrived at Slytherin Mansion an hour later, having whizzed through the air on the Firebolts. Hermione gasped as she came in sight of the gorgeous house, resplendent in the noon sun. The peaked roof was as peaked as the first time Hazel caught sight of it, the lilies and bluebells grew just as thickly, and the house was as green as ever. They ground to a halt in the expansive garden. Hazel ran out to meet them, giving her sister a huge hug and smiling warmly at Hermione.
"Welcome to our humble home!" she said, shaking the girl's hand. "Come in!"
Hermione stared around in wonder at the twisty crisscrossing staircases, at the eardrop chandeliers, at the skilled paintings hung on the walls. And oh, so many books! She immediately made a beeline for the door marked LIBRARY.
"You can do that later, you know!" Hope called out. Hermione stopped. That was true. Books could wait. But not for long.
They stumbled into the living room, where Harry was sprawled out on the couch, talking to someone else perched on a leather armchair. Harry noticed her first.
"Hermione!" he exclaimed, leaning out to hug her. Hermione responded, then let her ees slide to the visitor.
"What's Draco doing here?" she blurted out. Harry looked confused.
"He's staying here too." He informed her, with a hint of a grin forming on his lips.
Hope instantly noticed the girl blush furiously. Looking at Draco, he could be impersonating a tomato right now. The black-haired girl put two and two together.
"Harry James Potter!"
"What?"
Far away from the scene of Hope being very angry with Harry, and Hazel laughing her head off at the sheer hilarity of the situation, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was sat in a brown plush armchair, in his office, staring at the device he used to track Harry Potter. It was mostly shattered, with sharp shards of glass poking out, but there was still a little arrow pointing off into the distance, where Harry Potter was. Where it was pointing to, he did not know. He was trying to figure that very fact out right now. Pulling out a map of Wizarding Britain, he put his finger on Hogwarts, and travelled west, the way the arrow went. There were many buildings in that vicinity. Malfoy Mansion, the old Lupin place, even Privet Drive. The only way to find out was to go on a journey. Travelling west, visiting all the homes to see if Harry resided there. He sighed.
This was going to take a lot of lemon drops.