Title – Harry Potter: Return to the Chamber
Author – Grace the Amazing Cracker
Rating – PG13
Genre – Romance
Disclaimer – I own nothing, nor do I claim to be J.K. Rowling. If I was, would I really be posting my stuff on FanFiction.Net? I didn't think so. All I own is my Dream Street CD, my insane little mind, my love for R/H fics, and Jesse McCartney's leash (although I wouldn't say no to Draco!) Also, I own the idea of Kappa Crunchies and the broomstick line called Windsurfer. (You'll see in this chapter.) Kyree owns Silver Sprinter.
Summary – It's Ron and Hermione's wedding day. The day they've been waiting for all their lives. Yet, something is missing…
***
Ron woke up the next morning and changed into his orange Chudley Cannons robes. He went into the kitchen to make some breakfast.
Hermione was already in there, sipping coffee while she scanned the Daily Prophet.
"So," Ron said. Hermione looked up at him. He leaned in and kissed her. "What was your brilliant idea?"
"Oh, that," Hermione said. She turned back to the Prophet. "I just said that to shut you up." She grinned and took another sip of her coffee. Ron rolled his eyes and poured himself some Kappa Crunchies. (A/N: Whaaat, I couldn't think of anything else to call the cereal!)
As he munched his cereal, he watched Hermione read her newspaper from across the table. Her brown eyes flickered across the page. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail, but one curl had worked itself loose and was dangling behind her ear.
Ron finished his cereal and put his bowl in the sink.
"I'm off to work, 'Mione," Ron said. He kissed her then Disapparated.
He appeared a split second later in the locker room at the Chudley Cannons Quidditch stadium. He opened his locker and pulled out his broomstick: his trusty Windsurfer 260. Sure, there were better brooms, like the state-of- the-art Silver Sprinter (A/N: Thankies, Kyree!), but Ron didn't need a fast broom. He was a Beater. Beaters just whacked Bludgers around. They didn't have to pull into dives at breakneck speed in a split second's time. Which is why Ron liked his Windsurfer 260 so much.
The other Beater, a witch named Shannon Prescott, walked up to him and clapped him on the shoulder.
"You ready?" she said. "The game is about to start."
Ron nodded. He grabbed his club and followed Shannon into the tunnel.
The trumpets blared as Ron mounted his broom. The doors swung open and both teams took the field.
The Cannons would be playing the Wimbourne Wasps today. Ron hovered above the middle of the field next to Shannon as he tried to recall the Wasps' playing strategy. He remembered just before the referee blew the starting whistle that the Wasps' current Keeper was their weak spot. Knock out their Keeper and you've got them eating out of your hands.
Ron ducked as one of the Wasp Chasers flew six inches over his head. A Bludger was hurtling toward him, so he instinctively got ready to hit it with his club. There was a satisfying CRACK as metal hit metal, and a pleasing THUNK as the Bludger hit the Wasp Keeper and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Ha!" Ron muttered to himself.
Twenty minutes later, Ron did a victory lap around the field and slapped Shannon a high-five as the Cannon Seeker, Henry, caught the Snitch and ended the game, 60 to 190.
***
When Ron arrived at home that evening, Hermione greeted him with a kiss.
"I missed you," she said, smiling warmly at him.
"I missed you too," he said. "Did anything happen while I was gone?"
"Well, you made front page," she said. She held up the Evening Prophet. There was a picture of Henry catching the Snitch, with Ron in the background holding his arms up in triumph. The Ron in the picture went over to Henry and slapped him on the back, congratulating him. Hermione noted that today's win would put the Cannons in 4th place in their league.
"All right!" Ron cheered. He gave her a kiss to celebrate. She returned it, smiling, but then her features turned to a frown.
"Look what else was in the paper," she said, turning the page.
"Oh my God," Ron gasped as he read the headline.
Hermione nodded.
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened again."
A/N: Dun dun dunnnnn! Cliffie! ... Erm, not really. O.ô
Author – Grace the Amazing Cracker
Rating – PG13
Genre – Romance
Disclaimer – I own nothing, nor do I claim to be J.K. Rowling. If I was, would I really be posting my stuff on FanFiction.Net? I didn't think so. All I own is my Dream Street CD, my insane little mind, my love for R/H fics, and Jesse McCartney's leash (although I wouldn't say no to Draco!) Also, I own the idea of Kappa Crunchies and the broomstick line called Windsurfer. (You'll see in this chapter.) Kyree owns Silver Sprinter.
Summary – It's Ron and Hermione's wedding day. The day they've been waiting for all their lives. Yet, something is missing…
***
Ron woke up the next morning and changed into his orange Chudley Cannons robes. He went into the kitchen to make some breakfast.
Hermione was already in there, sipping coffee while she scanned the Daily Prophet.
"So," Ron said. Hermione looked up at him. He leaned in and kissed her. "What was your brilliant idea?"
"Oh, that," Hermione said. She turned back to the Prophet. "I just said that to shut you up." She grinned and took another sip of her coffee. Ron rolled his eyes and poured himself some Kappa Crunchies. (A/N: Whaaat, I couldn't think of anything else to call the cereal!)
As he munched his cereal, he watched Hermione read her newspaper from across the table. Her brown eyes flickered across the page. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail, but one curl had worked itself loose and was dangling behind her ear.
Ron finished his cereal and put his bowl in the sink.
"I'm off to work, 'Mione," Ron said. He kissed her then Disapparated.
He appeared a split second later in the locker room at the Chudley Cannons Quidditch stadium. He opened his locker and pulled out his broomstick: his trusty Windsurfer 260. Sure, there were better brooms, like the state-of- the-art Silver Sprinter (A/N: Thankies, Kyree!), but Ron didn't need a fast broom. He was a Beater. Beaters just whacked Bludgers around. They didn't have to pull into dives at breakneck speed in a split second's time. Which is why Ron liked his Windsurfer 260 so much.
The other Beater, a witch named Shannon Prescott, walked up to him and clapped him on the shoulder.
"You ready?" she said. "The game is about to start."
Ron nodded. He grabbed his club and followed Shannon into the tunnel.
The trumpets blared as Ron mounted his broom. The doors swung open and both teams took the field.
The Cannons would be playing the Wimbourne Wasps today. Ron hovered above the middle of the field next to Shannon as he tried to recall the Wasps' playing strategy. He remembered just before the referee blew the starting whistle that the Wasps' current Keeper was their weak spot. Knock out their Keeper and you've got them eating out of your hands.
Ron ducked as one of the Wasp Chasers flew six inches over his head. A Bludger was hurtling toward him, so he instinctively got ready to hit it with his club. There was a satisfying CRACK as metal hit metal, and a pleasing THUNK as the Bludger hit the Wasp Keeper and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Ha!" Ron muttered to himself.
Twenty minutes later, Ron did a victory lap around the field and slapped Shannon a high-five as the Cannon Seeker, Henry, caught the Snitch and ended the game, 60 to 190.
***
When Ron arrived at home that evening, Hermione greeted him with a kiss.
"I missed you," she said, smiling warmly at him.
"I missed you too," he said. "Did anything happen while I was gone?"
"Well, you made front page," she said. She held up the Evening Prophet. There was a picture of Henry catching the Snitch, with Ron in the background holding his arms up in triumph. The Ron in the picture went over to Henry and slapped him on the back, congratulating him. Hermione noted that today's win would put the Cannons in 4th place in their league.
"All right!" Ron cheered. He gave her a kiss to celebrate. She returned it, smiling, but then her features turned to a frown.
"Look what else was in the paper," she said, turning the page.
"Oh my God," Ron gasped as he read the headline.
Hermione nodded.
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened again."
A/N: Dun dun dunnnnn! Cliffie! ... Erm, not really. O.ô