Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting in a divination class, staring into a crystal ball aimlessly. Then Professor Trawlawny 's voice rang across the room,
"Has anyone seen anything yet?"
"Why would we you old bat?" whispered Ron, Harry and Hermione sniggered. At that point in time the fire went out.
"That's funny, I can see something moving in the ball," said Harry gazing intently at the blurry images.
"Me too," replied Ron.
"Is it something white?" asked Hermione.
"It is," said Harry. They all lent forward to get a closer look at the ball, but found themselves falling forward. There were three thumps as they each landed rather painfully on the cold stone floor of Madam Malkin's Robe shop. They all stood up rubbing their backsides.
"Doesn't she look pretty," said Hermione staring at a tall slim girl in a flowing white dress.
"That's you," said Ron.
"I know," she said perplexed.
"Don't get so full of your self Ron, That's you over there," said Harry. Both Hermione and Ron looked at there future selves and guessed that they were both about 25. Harry's slid from Hermione's flowing dress; to Ron's red hair to the floor were a beautifully decorated card lay. He picked it up, it read,
Dear
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Miss Hermione Granger to Mr Ronald Weasly. The wedding will take place on the 20th of June at the 'tourtereaux Jardien. We look forward to seeing you there. Please send your reply by owl.
Harry exploded with Laughter, Hermione took her eyes off herself and Ron took his eyes off Hermione to see what was so funny.
"What's so funny?" asked Ron. Harry, still laughing to much to speak, handed Ron the innovation and Ran out of the shop only to find a couple blocking him. The man in this couple nursed a very young child with a wisp of dark red hair and brilliant green eyes. Harry looked older and much more relaxed. The older Harry laughed as the child; he presumed was his (yuck) giggled churlishly. Ron spotted the couple and his jaw dropped,
"Harry, you git, that's my sister." Ron was quite right, for standing next to Harry was an older and much prettier Ginny Weasly.
AN: My writting style may change in later chapters because at the moment I am dictating to my friend who insisted that I was far to slow and she could do better. So no matter what I say she is determined to change my whole story by adding lots of her own words.
"Has anyone seen anything yet?"
"Why would we you old bat?" whispered Ron, Harry and Hermione sniggered. At that point in time the fire went out.
"That's funny, I can see something moving in the ball," said Harry gazing intently at the blurry images.
"Me too," replied Ron.
"Is it something white?" asked Hermione.
"It is," said Harry. They all lent forward to get a closer look at the ball, but found themselves falling forward. There were three thumps as they each landed rather painfully on the cold stone floor of Madam Malkin's Robe shop. They all stood up rubbing their backsides.
"Doesn't she look pretty," said Hermione staring at a tall slim girl in a flowing white dress.
"That's you," said Ron.
"I know," she said perplexed.
"Don't get so full of your self Ron, That's you over there," said Harry. Both Hermione and Ron looked at there future selves and guessed that they were both about 25. Harry's slid from Hermione's flowing dress; to Ron's red hair to the floor were a beautifully decorated card lay. He picked it up, it read,
Dear
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Miss Hermione Granger to Mr Ronald Weasly. The wedding will take place on the 20th of June at the 'tourtereaux Jardien. We look forward to seeing you there. Please send your reply by owl.
Harry exploded with Laughter, Hermione took her eyes off herself and Ron took his eyes off Hermione to see what was so funny.
"What's so funny?" asked Ron. Harry, still laughing to much to speak, handed Ron the innovation and Ran out of the shop only to find a couple blocking him. The man in this couple nursed a very young child with a wisp of dark red hair and brilliant green eyes. Harry looked older and much more relaxed. The older Harry laughed as the child; he presumed was his (yuck) giggled churlishly. Ron spotted the couple and his jaw dropped,
"Harry, you git, that's my sister." Ron was quite right, for standing next to Harry was an older and much prettier Ginny Weasly.
AN: My writting style may change in later chapters because at the moment I am dictating to my friend who insisted that I was far to slow and she could do better. So no matter what I say she is determined to change my whole story by adding lots of her own words.