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My parents and I kept walking toward our car. They were still acting like two love-sick teenagers. If I ever acted like that--I just realized that's what I must have seemed like to the wizards on the platform. And on the train. What was wrong with me? I never acted like I did on the train before. My hormones had gotten the better of me.
Just as I was thinking about my big mistake of leading Ron on, we stopped at a beautiful silver Mercedes-Benz. "Mom, Dad, this isn't our car." They couldn't afford a Mercedes. They were well-off financially, but not that well off.
"But it is, honey. Oh, can we tell her now?" My mother seemed very excited and gave a shrill giggle.
"Okay. Sweetheart, do you remember the internet? I showed you it last summer. Your mother and I entered this contest online. And well, we won! 100 million pounds." I stared at my father in disbelief. The parents I knew last year did not gamble. They had never set foot in a casino as far as I knew.
"Well, right after we won, we went to Italy and updated our vows. After we came back, we felt like we were when we first got married." My mother unlocked the door with the remote control key and my father let her inside.
This was how my parents were before I was born. What a shock! First the whole Cedric thing and now this. What a shocking summer I'm off to. "So how much do you get per year?" I remembered suddenly that usually Muggle lotteries didn't pay lump sums.
"10 million. We bought a new home." I knew they probably had, because we were going in the opposite direction of our old house. I wondered if they still worked. "How's the clinic?"
"Great. More new people come for cleanings since they saw us on television."
"How far is this new place?" I asked.
"Oh, only about 20 more minutes. You'll love it Hermione. There's a pool and a sauna, and some of the neighbors have kids your age."
A pool. A sauna. A Mercedes. I didn't know what to expect next. I wondered if any money had been left over. "How much money do you have left over for this year?"
"We barely spent one million pounds." One million pounds can buy you all of this? One million galleons might have only covered the price of a magic flying car. My dad started to slow down in a gorgeous neighborhood lined with oaks. The houses weren't mansions, but were beautiful as well. He stopped at the one with huge windows and a long driveway.
"What do you think?" My mother waited for my approval. "It's nice. I like all the flowers." I pointed out the pansies of all different colors.
"We've got a couple of younger dentists working with us so we can have weekends off."
We started towards the double doors. I remembered all the research we had had to do in 5th grade architechture class about French doors. A lot of times I missed those classes loaded with so many things I knew about. Even though I was the top witch in my class, I really didn't think I had any firsthand experience with the things I was learning about.
We entered a sunlit foyer. It was large and spacious. "Wait 'till you meet the cook. He's such a great one. He's probably not much older than you." My parents rushed upstairs and told me they were going to take a nap.
A cook? That's the best thing I'd heard today. My mother thought she could cook, and was always trying new things that never tasted very good. They were always good for your teeth. My father and I never complained, though. It'd hurt her feelings a lot if we told her we hated the shrimp and fudge casseroles she'd make.
I went into the kitchen. It smelled strongly of kiwis. I remembered the kiwi was a very mystical fruit and helped a lot in advanced forms of divination. The cook was making something on the electric range. Oh, how I wish I hadn't dropped Muggle studies. The professor would have loved pictures of the things in my house.
The cook was gorgeous, like everything else in the house. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was muscular and tall "Hello. You must be Hermione, no?" He had traces of a Spanish accent.
"Yes. That's me. What's your name?" I had a sudden urge to flirt and be the girl I was on the platform. But I stopped myself.
"Miguel Amarrero. You would like something to eat, no?"
"No, thanks. Maybe a little later. Um, do you know where my room is?" My parents probably didn't want to be bothered.
"I'll take you up. Your room is near mine." He was a live in cook? He must have noticed my surprised look. "Only in the summer I live here. In winter I live in dorm."
He turned off the range and led me up the spiral staircase. There were five bedrooms and three bathrooms upstairs. He showed me his room, which was across from mine.
I walked into a pale blue walled room with white wicker furniture. There was a door with a steel spiral staircase that led to the pool. Although all of the furniture was new, the room still felt like mine. All of my things were in it.
I peered in my closet. There was a whole wardrobe there for me and a note.
Hermione,
If these clothes don't fit you, we'll go exchange them one day. My friend helped pick them out.
Love Mom
The clothes looked like they would fit me. I could tell they were the latest fashions. I tried a denim skirt and a sparkly blue shirt on. They did fit me and I wasn't bursting out of my clothes anymore. I liked the way I looked in them though.
On my white desk there were three owls. One was waiting to be paid. I gave it the last of my sickles and it flew happily out the window. Hedwig and Pig rested for a while, as if they knew I'd send letters back. The first item was the daily prophet. In bold black letters, the headline read:
Hormone Potion Spill in London
June 30-Hazardous potions are floating around a Muggle train station. The magical potions company, Pheonix and Mirth, reported that a spill of there Hormones potion may affect a train station in London. The cause of th spill is still unclear. The Hormones potion is used sometimes in Ministry of Magic cases, because it forces people to act out every desire in his or her head. It will wear off on wizards in the area within a few hours, but Muggles are another story. It may take months for the very strong potion to wear off. Meanwhile, muggles in the area will act on their every impulse. The Ministry of Magic is trying their best to keep the situation under control, but, as the potion takes no form when released in large quantities, it will be days before the potion will be completely removed from the area. Turn to page C8 for interviews and more coverage.
That explained a lot. My parents were victims of the potion. I had been doing so many stupid things because of the potion. And Fred had said so many things to me because of the potion. This was a relief.
The second letter was from Harry.
Dear Hermione,
I suppose you've already heard about the big potions spill. Sirius sent me the newspaper. Uncle Vernon keeps trying to get Aunt Petunia to herself, but Dudley is asking for some stupid magazine. I guess you were affected by the potion, too. Listen, I hope the kiss doesn't change our friendship. Are you coming to Ron's this summer? I hope to see you there. Write Back soon.
Harry.
P.S. What do you want for your birthday??
What did I want for my birthday? I didn't know. I had pretty much everything now that my parents were rich. At least Harry had understood. I hoped Ron and Fred had too. Well, maybe not Fred.
So, what do you think???? Please R&R. I know it's a weird place to stop. I'll try to get Ch.3 up asap. Thanx to all my reviewers:
Lily Vance, Mirth02, pheonix_vs_crazy_snow, Amara, mystical kiwi, and harry no miko.
My parents and I kept walking toward our car. They were still acting like two love-sick teenagers. If I ever acted like that--I just realized that's what I must have seemed like to the wizards on the platform. And on the train. What was wrong with me? I never acted like I did on the train before. My hormones had gotten the better of me.
Just as I was thinking about my big mistake of leading Ron on, we stopped at a beautiful silver Mercedes-Benz. "Mom, Dad, this isn't our car." They couldn't afford a Mercedes. They were well-off financially, but not that well off.
"But it is, honey. Oh, can we tell her now?" My mother seemed very excited and gave a shrill giggle.
"Okay. Sweetheart, do you remember the internet? I showed you it last summer. Your mother and I entered this contest online. And well, we won! 100 million pounds." I stared at my father in disbelief. The parents I knew last year did not gamble. They had never set foot in a casino as far as I knew.
"Well, right after we won, we went to Italy and updated our vows. After we came back, we felt like we were when we first got married." My mother unlocked the door with the remote control key and my father let her inside.
This was how my parents were before I was born. What a shock! First the whole Cedric thing and now this. What a shocking summer I'm off to. "So how much do you get per year?" I remembered suddenly that usually Muggle lotteries didn't pay lump sums.
"10 million. We bought a new home." I knew they probably had, because we were going in the opposite direction of our old house. I wondered if they still worked. "How's the clinic?"
"Great. More new people come for cleanings since they saw us on television."
"How far is this new place?" I asked.
"Oh, only about 20 more minutes. You'll love it Hermione. There's a pool and a sauna, and some of the neighbors have kids your age."
A pool. A sauna. A Mercedes. I didn't know what to expect next. I wondered if any money had been left over. "How much money do you have left over for this year?"
"We barely spent one million pounds." One million pounds can buy you all of this? One million galleons might have only covered the price of a magic flying car. My dad started to slow down in a gorgeous neighborhood lined with oaks. The houses weren't mansions, but were beautiful as well. He stopped at the one with huge windows and a long driveway.
"What do you think?" My mother waited for my approval. "It's nice. I like all the flowers." I pointed out the pansies of all different colors.
"We've got a couple of younger dentists working with us so we can have weekends off."
We started towards the double doors. I remembered all the research we had had to do in 5th grade architechture class about French doors. A lot of times I missed those classes loaded with so many things I knew about. Even though I was the top witch in my class, I really didn't think I had any firsthand experience with the things I was learning about.
We entered a sunlit foyer. It was large and spacious. "Wait 'till you meet the cook. He's such a great one. He's probably not much older than you." My parents rushed upstairs and told me they were going to take a nap.
A cook? That's the best thing I'd heard today. My mother thought she could cook, and was always trying new things that never tasted very good. They were always good for your teeth. My father and I never complained, though. It'd hurt her feelings a lot if we told her we hated the shrimp and fudge casseroles she'd make.
I went into the kitchen. It smelled strongly of kiwis. I remembered the kiwi was a very mystical fruit and helped a lot in advanced forms of divination. The cook was making something on the electric range. Oh, how I wish I hadn't dropped Muggle studies. The professor would have loved pictures of the things in my house.
The cook was gorgeous, like everything else in the house. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was muscular and tall "Hello. You must be Hermione, no?" He had traces of a Spanish accent.
"Yes. That's me. What's your name?" I had a sudden urge to flirt and be the girl I was on the platform. But I stopped myself.
"Miguel Amarrero. You would like something to eat, no?"
"No, thanks. Maybe a little later. Um, do you know where my room is?" My parents probably didn't want to be bothered.
"I'll take you up. Your room is near mine." He was a live in cook? He must have noticed my surprised look. "Only in the summer I live here. In winter I live in dorm."
He turned off the range and led me up the spiral staircase. There were five bedrooms and three bathrooms upstairs. He showed me his room, which was across from mine.
I walked into a pale blue walled room with white wicker furniture. There was a door with a steel spiral staircase that led to the pool. Although all of the furniture was new, the room still felt like mine. All of my things were in it.
I peered in my closet. There was a whole wardrobe there for me and a note.
Hermione,
If these clothes don't fit you, we'll go exchange them one day. My friend helped pick them out.
Love Mom
The clothes looked like they would fit me. I could tell they were the latest fashions. I tried a denim skirt and a sparkly blue shirt on. They did fit me and I wasn't bursting out of my clothes anymore. I liked the way I looked in them though.
On my white desk there were three owls. One was waiting to be paid. I gave it the last of my sickles and it flew happily out the window. Hedwig and Pig rested for a while, as if they knew I'd send letters back. The first item was the daily prophet. In bold black letters, the headline read:
Hormone Potion Spill in London
June 30-Hazardous potions are floating around a Muggle train station. The magical potions company, Pheonix and Mirth, reported that a spill of there Hormones potion may affect a train station in London. The cause of th spill is still unclear. The Hormones potion is used sometimes in Ministry of Magic cases, because it forces people to act out every desire in his or her head. It will wear off on wizards in the area within a few hours, but Muggles are another story. It may take months for the very strong potion to wear off. Meanwhile, muggles in the area will act on their every impulse. The Ministry of Magic is trying their best to keep the situation under control, but, as the potion takes no form when released in large quantities, it will be days before the potion will be completely removed from the area. Turn to page C8 for interviews and more coverage.
That explained a lot. My parents were victims of the potion. I had been doing so many stupid things because of the potion. And Fred had said so many things to me because of the potion. This was a relief.
The second letter was from Harry.
Dear Hermione,
I suppose you've already heard about the big potions spill. Sirius sent me the newspaper. Uncle Vernon keeps trying to get Aunt Petunia to herself, but Dudley is asking for some stupid magazine. I guess you were affected by the potion, too. Listen, I hope the kiss doesn't change our friendship. Are you coming to Ron's this summer? I hope to see you there. Write Back soon.
Harry.
P.S. What do you want for your birthday??
What did I want for my birthday? I didn't know. I had pretty much everything now that my parents were rich. At least Harry had understood. I hoped Ron and Fred had too. Well, maybe not Fred.
So, what do you think???? Please R&R. I know it's a weird place to stop. I'll try to get Ch.3 up asap. Thanx to all my reviewers:
Lily Vance, Mirth02, pheonix_vs_crazy_snow, Amara, mystical kiwi, and harry no miko.