Weekend at the Granger's
Written By: K-Chan
Chapter 5: The Grangers
When they arrived at the Granger's house, Hermione introduced Harry to her mother, who was cooking.
"Mom, this is Harry Potter," Hermione said once they entered the kitchen.
"Pleased to meet you. Hermione's told us so much about you," Mrs. Granger said as she shook his hand. Harry smiled, it was so nice to meet people that didn't already know all about you. Before they left, he quickly surveyed the kitchen. It was very much like Aunt Petunia's kitchen, yet warmer and friendlier, like Mrs. Weasley's.
Hermione showed Harry the guest room with two beds where he and Ron would be staying. Harry dropped his bag on one of the beds and followed her back downstairs. Hermione froze as she hit the last step, causing Harry to bump into her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head,
"Oh no, I thought she left already." Seeing his perplexed face, she continued,
"My grandmother. She's been with us for the last two weeks, but was leaving today. I thought so at least."
Harry shrugged.
"That's okay, I don't mind meeting your grandmother."
Hermione shook her head again,
"No, but she doesn't take kindly to new people. And she's very judgmental."
No sooner had she spoken, than the quiet hum of voices from the kitchen grew. They got louder and louder as the gray-haired woman entered the hallway.
"Hermione, my dear, there you are," she said as she spotted them on the stairs. "And who is this?" She said the last part rather harshly.
Harry gulped as the old lady looked at him.
She examined him for about a minute. A very very long minute.
"This is Harry. Remember? My friend from school?" Hermione offered, trying desperately to break the awkward silence.
"Bit of a scruffy fellow, isn't he?" Grandma Granger said, her eyes pouring over his large clothes.
Harry blushed with embarrassment. He had forgotten he was wearing Dudley's old clothes, which were still way too big for him. While this normally wouldn't bother him, standing here on the steps at the Granger house, Harry was suddenly painfully aware of his ragged appearance.
Shifting her weight uncomfortably, Hermione looked at Harry, waiting for a reaction. Seeing his face turn red, she grabbed his hand and led him into the safety of the kitchen.
"Let's go see if Mom needs help with dinner, okay?"
