S c r e a m f o r M e .
Author's Note: Here is a ten chapter story about the summer after year four when Harry, Ron, and Hermione spend their summer in America. In America, they are stalked and realize that someone is trying to murder them.
Chapter 2: Reflections don't scream.
"Come on, get up! I don't think the plane is going to wait for you if you're late!" Hermione screamed from the door. Ron slowly opened his eyes and was blinded by the light shinning through the window.
Harry had already gotten up early, and he was still packing his bag as he heard Hermione yell at Ron. He heard Ron run down the stairs fixing something for breakfast.
"What are you making?" Harry asked him as Ron was throwing food everywhere.
"Macaroni and cheese." Ron replied cheerfully.
"That sound's... interesting... for breakfast..." Harry had to find something to say, and then he added, "I don't think I am hungry, but you might want to ask Hermione." Harry tried not to laugh. After Ron finished making breakfast and ate, which he was the only one to do, they left for the airport in the Granger's car. Mrs. Granger had agreed to drive them to the airport and drop them off. Once there, Harry, Hermione, and Ron went to check in.
"Will you be carrying any luggage?" The lady at the counter asked as they came to the desk.
"Just these three trunks." Hermione answered for the three. She handed one trunk at a time to the lady who needed help to put all three onto the conveyor belt.
"There has been a delay. Your flight leaves at 9:45. To go to the gate, which is gate 5, go up the escalator to your left and follow the corridor." The lady told the three kids you turned around and headed for the gift shop.
Ron and Harry were both anxious to see the muggle gift shop since they both had never been to one. The Dursley's would never had taken Harry to a gift shop, or even bother to buy anything but food. "Dad would love this!" Ron said eyeing a electric model of Big Ben.
"Ron, don't you think you should get something from America?" Hermione asked in an annoying tone.
After Ron finally agreed with Hermione and bought a few cokes and some gum, which he had no idea what it was, they were off to America, on a Boeing 747 Jumbo Jet. It took off late, and they were tired, even though they had woken up a few hours before. It was about six o'clock when they were served dinner.
"Do you want the chicken and mash potato, or would you like the ham and macaroni and cheese?" The stewardess asked.
Ron suddenly had a delighted smile across his face and asked for the ham and macaroni and cheese. Hermione got up from her seat and went to the bathroom. As she walked down the aisle, she passed a few people and bumped into a person who had his foot in the aisle.
"Sorry." She said.
"It's okay." He answered. She continued into the bathroom and turned the tap. She dipped her hands and pressed them on her face. She was not a good flyer, and she looked into the mirror and saw another face, and she screamed. She looked behind her but found nothing. She quickly got out and walked passed the starring faces and went to her seat next to Harry and Ron.
"What happened? We heard you scream." Harry asked.
"I saw some face in the mirror, but it was nothing. I guess I am just not a good flyer." She answered.
"What did the face look like?" Ron asked eagerly.
"It was an old, pale face. But it was nothing." The rest of the flight went well, and it landed at midday rather with a lot of bumping.
Hermione had set up an apartment in Manhattan, New York, fully furnished. They were going to have to get some jobs, and learn there way around the city.
Author's Note: That was once again pretty short, but I think it's going well. The next chapter will be up most likely in a few days, and may be up even faster if you leave some nice reviews. Or just reviews.