Harry Potter and the Days of Sanctuary
Chapter 1: Bookmarked
As Harry Potter entered the warm, darkly lit Common room after a long Quidditch session he found Hermione reading a large, thick book on the table. Typical, he thought. It's never too early in the morning for her to start. Hermione saw him and smiled cheerfully at him.
"Good morning! I thought you'd never get back." Hermione called as he crossed over to the table and laid his head on top of the wood. This had been a grueling practice. After Harry had been elected Quidditch Captain by his teammates, Harry had become insistent on constant training. In fact, he had been training the team so hard, and at 6 o clock every morning, that Fred and George were complaining as loudly as possible that he had become much worse than Oliver Wood ever was. That was 5 months ago, and Harry had still not let up. The practice had paid off though, with Harry and the Gryffandor Lions easily beating Slytherin and Hufflepuff in the first two matches of the season. Due to their upcoming match against Ravenclaw, Harry had prolonged this practice to 3 hours. Can't do this too often, Harry thought, or the Weasleys are liable to make me turn into stone with one of their new gags.
"Where's Ron," Harry asked, looking longingly at the stairway up to his bed.
"He's still in bed. It's the first day of the Christmas holiday, remember?" Harry looked
up suddenly.
"Then why are you up so early, Miss Granger?" Harry asked in a falsely accusative tone. To his surprise, though, Hermione blushed scarlet.
"I.I.I was caught up in this book" she said hastily, her eyes and her tone trying and failing to appear calm. Harry nodded, noticing that the only window with the blinds open looked out to the Quidditch field.
"I see. What is it?"
"Oh its very good. It's a history of Camelot."
"Camelot?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Camelot. Oh really Harry, don't you read anything besides those absurd comic books? Camelot was the home of King Arthur and his knights. Apparently, there was an actual castle and kingdom with that name, somewhere in Britain. But this was so long ago that the only history left comes from stories and ancient texts, some dating all the way back to.."
"Okay, okay!" Harry cut her off. A bit rude, he knew, but if she started now, it would be Christmas before she stopped.
"Are you ready to go down to breakfast? Or would you like to go blind from reading this early in the morning?" Hermione grinned.
"Sure let's go. I'm starvi." But she stopped. Harry saw her looking down into the book suddenly, as if transfixed. "Harry", she whispered, "Come look at this."
Something in the tone of her voice made Harry get over to the side of her table as quickly as he could. What he saw amazed him.
On the page, Harry saw nothing but a giant castle, with turrets and flags waving, enveloped in a clear blue sky. There was snow on the ground, and Harry could see young boys and girls playing in it. "Wow, Hermione. How did you do." Suddenly, a white light shot out of the book, enveloped the two of them, and, Harry felt himself being dragged forward. Then, as suddenly as the feeling had begun, Harry felt himself hit the cold, wet snow. He looked up, and saw the castle from the book looming above him. The children still played in the distance. Next to him, Hermione got up, wincing a little on her left foot.
"Hermione, we're in the book! But, this looks familiar. The lake. The castle. Those houses in the distance." Harry and Hermione gaped at the surrounding countryside.
"It's Hogwarts," Hermione whispered.
Ch. 2 should be up soon.
Chapter 1: Bookmarked
As Harry Potter entered the warm, darkly lit Common room after a long Quidditch session he found Hermione reading a large, thick book on the table. Typical, he thought. It's never too early in the morning for her to start. Hermione saw him and smiled cheerfully at him.
"Good morning! I thought you'd never get back." Hermione called as he crossed over to the table and laid his head on top of the wood. This had been a grueling practice. After Harry had been elected Quidditch Captain by his teammates, Harry had become insistent on constant training. In fact, he had been training the team so hard, and at 6 o clock every morning, that Fred and George were complaining as loudly as possible that he had become much worse than Oliver Wood ever was. That was 5 months ago, and Harry had still not let up. The practice had paid off though, with Harry and the Gryffandor Lions easily beating Slytherin and Hufflepuff in the first two matches of the season. Due to their upcoming match against Ravenclaw, Harry had prolonged this practice to 3 hours. Can't do this too often, Harry thought, or the Weasleys are liable to make me turn into stone with one of their new gags.
"Where's Ron," Harry asked, looking longingly at the stairway up to his bed.
"He's still in bed. It's the first day of the Christmas holiday, remember?" Harry looked
up suddenly.
"Then why are you up so early, Miss Granger?" Harry asked in a falsely accusative tone. To his surprise, though, Hermione blushed scarlet.
"I.I.I was caught up in this book" she said hastily, her eyes and her tone trying and failing to appear calm. Harry nodded, noticing that the only window with the blinds open looked out to the Quidditch field.
"I see. What is it?"
"Oh its very good. It's a history of Camelot."
"Camelot?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Camelot. Oh really Harry, don't you read anything besides those absurd comic books? Camelot was the home of King Arthur and his knights. Apparently, there was an actual castle and kingdom with that name, somewhere in Britain. But this was so long ago that the only history left comes from stories and ancient texts, some dating all the way back to.."
"Okay, okay!" Harry cut her off. A bit rude, he knew, but if she started now, it would be Christmas before she stopped.
"Are you ready to go down to breakfast? Or would you like to go blind from reading this early in the morning?" Hermione grinned.
"Sure let's go. I'm starvi." But she stopped. Harry saw her looking down into the book suddenly, as if transfixed. "Harry", she whispered, "Come look at this."
Something in the tone of her voice made Harry get over to the side of her table as quickly as he could. What he saw amazed him.
On the page, Harry saw nothing but a giant castle, with turrets and flags waving, enveloped in a clear blue sky. There was snow on the ground, and Harry could see young boys and girls playing in it. "Wow, Hermione. How did you do." Suddenly, a white light shot out of the book, enveloped the two of them, and, Harry felt himself being dragged forward. Then, as suddenly as the feeling had begun, Harry felt himself hit the cold, wet snow. He looked up, and saw the castle from the book looming above him. The children still played in the distance. Next to him, Hermione got up, wincing a little on her left foot.
"Hermione, we're in the book! But, this looks familiar. The lake. The castle. Those houses in the distance." Harry and Hermione gaped at the surrounding countryside.
"It's Hogwarts," Hermione whispered.
Ch. 2 should be up soon.