Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
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chapter THREE: At Hermione's
Harry felt himself being sucked through the many tunnels of chimneys, until his legs struck hard against a cement floor. Harry fell forward with a lurch and landed face first on a soft carpet. He looked up. The entire sitting room was clean, and sanitary looking, and not to mention WHITE! Harry gasped in horror as he looked at all the soot he had gathered with him in his small journey, it was now all over their white carpet. Harry pulled out his wand, but he couldn't remember any charms that could help. Harry tried to brush the soot back into the fireplace, but he only made it worse. As he brushed the soot, a small cloud of dust rose, and he sneezed.
"Did you hear something?" Harry heard a familiar voice from the next room, the kitchen he supposed, from the way it echoed. "Harry, is that you?"
"Erm- Yeah, Hermione." Harry stood up and moved his trunk out of the fireplace. He suddenly felt arms around him. "Sorry for the mess, Hermione." The arms squeezed.
"It's not a problem, Harry. We have Muggle cleaning solutions that work like MAGIC!" *wink wink* Hermione smiled. "How have you been?" She picked up Harry's wand, which he had dropped. "You weren't going to use the Summoning Charm to clean it up, were you?"
Harry shook his head sheepishly. "I couldn't remember how it worked."
Hermione gave her famous I-know-what's-best look. "That's a good thing, though. I would have gotten in a heap of trouble." Harry had forgotten that under aged wizards and witches weren't aloud to practice magic outside Hogwarts.
"Sorry about that." He took his first good look at her since he arrived. Hermione was dressed in a Muggle atire, a button up dress shirt, which wasn't buttoned to the top, with the sleeves rolled up and a light blue shirt that came just above her knees. She wasn't wearing her usual knee highs, but was sporting a toe ring on her bare feet. Harry noticed, not that he was looking, but Hermione had, *ahem* MATURED a bit over the summer. Her usually frizzy brown yellow-brown hair was alot calmer and a mousey brown, which completmented her straight teeth and full face. Harry, however, had remained fairly in the same condition, perhaps a bit taller and leaner, but he still had his wild black.
"Harry?" Harry's gaze returned to Hermione's face. He wasn't sure where he was staring, but he was sure Hermione noticed.
"Sure, lost in thought. Were you saying something?"
Hermione gave him her famous look again. "Yes, actually. I asked where Hedwig was." Harry looked around. She wasn't there, Harry then remembered that Hedwig had delivered Sirus's letter and hadn't returned.
"She went to make a delivery, she'll find me- Or go to Hogwarts I guess." Hermione frowned again.
"Tsk tsk Harry." She brushed the soot off Harry's shoulders absent mindedly. "Come one. The sooner you meet my parents again, the sooner you can go change into some clean clothes." She grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen. Harry suddenly blushed. "Mum, Dad!" Hermione pushed open the kitchen door where two Muggle were sitting, quietly talking over a cup of tea. They stood up whenthe door opened. "This is Harry Potter. Remember? You met him two years ago when you went to Diagon Alley with me?"
Hermione's dad shook Harry's hand, but it wasn't the same frantic shake he was used to getting, it was very fatherly, much like Sirius's handshake. "Pleased to meet you, again, Harry. We're glad we could house you for a while. We've only heard the worst about your Aunt and Uncle from Hermes. Suppose they must have some good in them, every one has a bit of good in them my Gaffer used to tell me. Even when that Billy from down the street used to-"
"Honey!" He stopped shaking Harry's hand and turned to his wife. "The boy doesn't want to hear your life story, now let go of Harry." She raised an impatient eyebrow and Mr. Granger smiled.
"Of course Sweetums." He looked a bit sheepish.
Mrs. Granger smiled and then shook Harry's hand lightly. "Sorry, he likes to talk. ALOT." She looked at Harry for a moment. He wasn't sure what she was thinking when she smiled. and whispered something to her husband who smiled too. They both were very clean cut and were wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Harry remembered that they were both dentists, which clarified why they both had such perfect teeth. Mrs. Granger had a short-bobbing hair cut, the same color Hermone's used to be, and a small pair of spectacles which blended into her face, while Mr. Granger's hair was frizzy and balding. They both looked at Harry smiling big, which sort of unnerved him.
"Um, Mum, Dad- I think I'll be showing Harry to his room now- So-" Hermione grabbed Harry's hand again and pulled him down the hall of their very clean and white one floor home. Harry noticed a bookcase in the sitting room he hadn't seen before, it was packed with medical books and encyclopedias. In the hall were a few pictures of Hermione as a baby and a lamp on a small brwon table, other than that, the house was bare. "Here," Hermione opened the door at the end of the hall. "This is the guest room, your room for the next few days. To the left is the bathroom, and right across from the bathroom is my room. My parent's room is next to mine. That's the sudy and that's the closet." She remarked, pointing. Harry nodded. "Questions?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and smiled. "HERMES?" Hermione plushed deeply.
"Oh, shut up Harry. My dad likes nicknames just about as much as he likes to talk. That's how he puts his patients to sleep, mind you. Even after they fall asleep, he keeps talking." Hermione helped him carry his things to the corner of the room.
"But why Hermes?" Harry wasn't going to let the subject rest, it was fun to tease her.
She frowned. "Long story, don't ask EVER AGAIN." Harry dropped it and opened his trunk. "Hey, have you heard from- Sirius?" Hermione lowered her voice a bit, but not too much. Her parents didn't know who they were talking about.
Harry nodded, pulling out some clean clothing for after his shower. "We went to Diagon Alley and I bought my school supplies. Th-" Harry stopped himself. He was asked not to tell anyone, including Hermione. "That's about all that happened. He scared the Dursley's a bit, they are scared stiff." He quickly lied.
Hermione nodded intently. "But, he didn't say anything about what Professor Dumbledore asked him to do?"
Harry shook his head. They sat in silence for a while. "Harry, go shower, then join us in the kitchen for some tea, alright?" Hermione got up and walked to the door. "There are clean towels in the bathroom and just put them in the hamper when you are finished." Then she left.
After Harry's shower, he did join them for tea, but what he wouldn't have given for some pumpkin juice. Mrs. Granger smiled at Harry as he took a seat. "Nice shower?" Harry nodded and poured himself a cup of tea. "I can't believe the rudeness of some people. Really. Arthure Weasley said your relatives had a fit over you doing your homework beacuse it involved magic. Honostly- kicking you out like that! You're such a polite boy, too." Mrs. Granger ruffled Harry's wet hair. "Hmm. You could do with a trim. Mind if I take scissors to you tonight?" Harry looked up suprised.
"Cut my hair?" What was wrong with his hair? "I guess, as long as it's not too drastic." Mrs. Granger smiled happily but Hermione looked shocked.
"You're letting Mum cut your hair!?"
Mr. Granger laughed. "Now now Hermes (Hermione blushed), let Mumsie butcher Bolt's hair."
Harry raised an eyebrow. Bolt? Hermione burst into a fit of giggles. Harry thought for a while. Mrs. Granger liked to talk too. What was she talking about? Harry could only guess that Mr. Weasly had made some strange excuse for having Harry to need a place to stay. "Erm- I'd better go do my homework now, since school starts in a few days." harry excused himself from the table and went to his temorary room.
Harry had to admidt that his room was the most colorful in the entire house. The sheets were a hazzy blue with a navy comfortor on a light blue day bed. The carpet was grey in here and curtains were bright yellow. Actually, Harry HAD finished all of his homework by means of flashlight under his covers at home. Harry layed on the bed and stared at the empty ceiling. His thought overwhelmed him, and all he could think about was the grey cloaked figure who had attacked the Dursleys. Who or what was it? Why was it after him? Harry could answer that second question without much thought. He had been the fall of Voldermort, who WASN'T after him? Harry lay there silently for some time, when he suddenly felt uneasy. Harry sat up. The room had gotten darker, the sun was setting. "Who's there?" Harry felt parazlied again. It was the same feeling he had in Diagon Alley. There was some one in the shadows, watching him. "Hermione?" He could barely move him mouth in question. The figure stepped closer. It was cloaked in grey, it was the one who attacked the Dursleys. Harry opened his mouth to call for help, but could couldn't speak. Everything became dark and suffocating. There was a wailing sound. Some one was crying.
Harry opened his eyes. He was panting and sweating. The room was dark and moonlight shone through the thin curtains. It was a dream, and nothing but a dream. Harry stared at the moon outside his window. He wasn't liking the room very much any more. He sat on the edge of the bed and pondered what to do. He decided to busy himself. After using the restroom, and getting a drink, AND organizing the contents of his trunk, Harry was STILL thinking about his nightmare. Felling incredibly stupid he went to Hermione's room. He knocked softly on her door, "Hermione?" He copuld hear her breathing deeply.
He opened her door a bit and stuck his head in. He couldn't see anything in her room, except for the soft outline of her bed. "Hermione?" He asked a bit louder. She groaned.
"Harry? What is it?" She rolled over and pulled her blanket up to her chin, then turned on her lamp by her bed. Harry then saw mounds upon mounds of books and shelves filled with parchment and extra bottles of ink, along with handfuls of quills. Harry blushed when he saw that she was only wearing a spagettii-strapped nightgown. "What do you want Harry?" Hermione rubbed her eyes and looked at her digital clock on her bed-side table. "It's 4:30 in the morning-"
"I-I-" Harry felt incredibly stupid. "I had a bad dream, can I come in?" Harry looked at his feet and Hermione gave him the I-can't-believe-you-just-said-that look while rasing her eyebrows.
She at last sighed. "Come on in, Bolt." Harry smiled a bit and sat in the chair by her desk. "So tell me, Bolt. What happened." She rubbed her eyes, then proped her elbow on her pillow.
"It was-" Harry realized he couldn't tell her what the dream was about without explaining the creature. "It was- a Dementor- It was sucking the life out of me." He lied, it wasn't actually that far from the truth.
Hermione looked concerned, "But you've over come the Dementors, right? They shouldn't bother you any more." Harry didn't say anything. "If that's all that's bothering you, why don't you go back to sleep. Dreams aren't real." She pulled her blanket over her head and sighed. Harry turned off the lamp and headed out the door. Once in his room, Harry layed down on his bed again. It was just a dream, right? Harry fell back into an uneasy dream, feeling the entire time that some one, was watching him.
The next fews day went without inccident and September first slowly rolled around, and Mrs. Granger had, thankfully, forgotten to cut Harry's hair. As the time came, Hermione's parents (whose names seemed to be Honey and Sweetums), drove them to King's Cross Train Station. There they met the Hogwarts Express at Platform nine-and-three-quarters.
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Meisako: Welcome back, everyone! I'm so pleased you could make it to the THIRD capter! :) I'd like every one to meet Mr. *ahem* Honey Granger.
Granger: I'm happy to be here to, Meisako. It reminds me of the time I was interviewed by Rita Skeeter and she blew everything out of porportion. She said that-
Meisako: Yes-yes, good-good, but I plan to do most of the talking this time, if that's not too much trouble for you?
Granger: Yes, of course. Now, do you have a question for me?
Meisako: Yeppers, certainly do. Is your REAL name 'Honey'?
Granger: Sure, why not. Meisako: What's that supposed to mean? Don't you know if that's your REAL NAME or not?
Granger: My name is what ever people call me.
Meiskao: I see, now, why is Harry's new name BOLT? Seems kinda-- weird.
Granger: Not really, see, he has a lightning BOLT scar, so, BOLT suits him.
Meisako: Now, what about Hermione's nickname, Hermes?
Granger: *smirk* Hermes was the god of speed and messages, well, when Hermione was young, she would often get diahria and she would always tell us every time she 'went'. :) Hermione: Dad! I con't believe you told her! I'm soooo embarassed! I'm never talking to you again! *sob*
Meisako: That's kinda gross, Mr. Granger. Please don't ever talk about diahria in front of me again-
Tune in for the next issue of "I've got to RUN" or "Honey Buns".
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter THREE: At Hermione's
Harry felt himself being sucked through the many tunnels of chimneys, until his legs struck hard against a cement floor. Harry fell forward with a lurch and landed face first on a soft carpet. He looked up. The entire sitting room was clean, and sanitary looking, and not to mention WHITE! Harry gasped in horror as he looked at all the soot he had gathered with him in his small journey, it was now all over their white carpet. Harry pulled out his wand, but he couldn't remember any charms that could help. Harry tried to brush the soot back into the fireplace, but he only made it worse. As he brushed the soot, a small cloud of dust rose, and he sneezed.
"Did you hear something?" Harry heard a familiar voice from the next room, the kitchen he supposed, from the way it echoed. "Harry, is that you?"
"Erm- Yeah, Hermione." Harry stood up and moved his trunk out of the fireplace. He suddenly felt arms around him. "Sorry for the mess, Hermione." The arms squeezed.
"It's not a problem, Harry. We have Muggle cleaning solutions that work like MAGIC!" *wink wink* Hermione smiled. "How have you been?" She picked up Harry's wand, which he had dropped. "You weren't going to use the Summoning Charm to clean it up, were you?"
Harry shook his head sheepishly. "I couldn't remember how it worked."
Hermione gave her famous I-know-what's-best look. "That's a good thing, though. I would have gotten in a heap of trouble." Harry had forgotten that under aged wizards and witches weren't aloud to practice magic outside Hogwarts.
"Sorry about that." He took his first good look at her since he arrived. Hermione was dressed in a Muggle atire, a button up dress shirt, which wasn't buttoned to the top, with the sleeves rolled up and a light blue shirt that came just above her knees. She wasn't wearing her usual knee highs, but was sporting a toe ring on her bare feet. Harry noticed, not that he was looking, but Hermione had, *ahem* MATURED a bit over the summer. Her usually frizzy brown yellow-brown hair was alot calmer and a mousey brown, which completmented her straight teeth and full face. Harry, however, had remained fairly in the same condition, perhaps a bit taller and leaner, but he still had his wild black.
"Harry?" Harry's gaze returned to Hermione's face. He wasn't sure where he was staring, but he was sure Hermione noticed.
"Sure, lost in thought. Were you saying something?"
Hermione gave him her famous look again. "Yes, actually. I asked where Hedwig was." Harry looked around. She wasn't there, Harry then remembered that Hedwig had delivered Sirus's letter and hadn't returned.
"She went to make a delivery, she'll find me- Or go to Hogwarts I guess." Hermione frowned again.
"Tsk tsk Harry." She brushed the soot off Harry's shoulders absent mindedly. "Come one. The sooner you meet my parents again, the sooner you can go change into some clean clothes." She grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen. Harry suddenly blushed. "Mum, Dad!" Hermione pushed open the kitchen door where two Muggle were sitting, quietly talking over a cup of tea. They stood up whenthe door opened. "This is Harry Potter. Remember? You met him two years ago when you went to Diagon Alley with me?"
Hermione's dad shook Harry's hand, but it wasn't the same frantic shake he was used to getting, it was very fatherly, much like Sirius's handshake. "Pleased to meet you, again, Harry. We're glad we could house you for a while. We've only heard the worst about your Aunt and Uncle from Hermes. Suppose they must have some good in them, every one has a bit of good in them my Gaffer used to tell me. Even when that Billy from down the street used to-"
"Honey!" He stopped shaking Harry's hand and turned to his wife. "The boy doesn't want to hear your life story, now let go of Harry." She raised an impatient eyebrow and Mr. Granger smiled.
"Of course Sweetums." He looked a bit sheepish.
Mrs. Granger smiled and then shook Harry's hand lightly. "Sorry, he likes to talk. ALOT." She looked at Harry for a moment. He wasn't sure what she was thinking when she smiled. and whispered something to her husband who smiled too. They both were very clean cut and were wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Harry remembered that they were both dentists, which clarified why they both had such perfect teeth. Mrs. Granger had a short-bobbing hair cut, the same color Hermone's used to be, and a small pair of spectacles which blended into her face, while Mr. Granger's hair was frizzy and balding. They both looked at Harry smiling big, which sort of unnerved him.
"Um, Mum, Dad- I think I'll be showing Harry to his room now- So-" Hermione grabbed Harry's hand again and pulled him down the hall of their very clean and white one floor home. Harry noticed a bookcase in the sitting room he hadn't seen before, it was packed with medical books and encyclopedias. In the hall were a few pictures of Hermione as a baby and a lamp on a small brwon table, other than that, the house was bare. "Here," Hermione opened the door at the end of the hall. "This is the guest room, your room for the next few days. To the left is the bathroom, and right across from the bathroom is my room. My parent's room is next to mine. That's the sudy and that's the closet." She remarked, pointing. Harry nodded. "Questions?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and smiled. "HERMES?" Hermione plushed deeply.
"Oh, shut up Harry. My dad likes nicknames just about as much as he likes to talk. That's how he puts his patients to sleep, mind you. Even after they fall asleep, he keeps talking." Hermione helped him carry his things to the corner of the room.
"But why Hermes?" Harry wasn't going to let the subject rest, it was fun to tease her.
She frowned. "Long story, don't ask EVER AGAIN." Harry dropped it and opened his trunk. "Hey, have you heard from- Sirius?" Hermione lowered her voice a bit, but not too much. Her parents didn't know who they were talking about.
Harry nodded, pulling out some clean clothing for after his shower. "We went to Diagon Alley and I bought my school supplies. Th-" Harry stopped himself. He was asked not to tell anyone, including Hermione. "That's about all that happened. He scared the Dursley's a bit, they are scared stiff." He quickly lied.
Hermione nodded intently. "But, he didn't say anything about what Professor Dumbledore asked him to do?"
Harry shook his head. They sat in silence for a while. "Harry, go shower, then join us in the kitchen for some tea, alright?" Hermione got up and walked to the door. "There are clean towels in the bathroom and just put them in the hamper when you are finished." Then she left.
After Harry's shower, he did join them for tea, but what he wouldn't have given for some pumpkin juice. Mrs. Granger smiled at Harry as he took a seat. "Nice shower?" Harry nodded and poured himself a cup of tea. "I can't believe the rudeness of some people. Really. Arthure Weasley said your relatives had a fit over you doing your homework beacuse it involved magic. Honostly- kicking you out like that! You're such a polite boy, too." Mrs. Granger ruffled Harry's wet hair. "Hmm. You could do with a trim. Mind if I take scissors to you tonight?" Harry looked up suprised.
"Cut my hair?" What was wrong with his hair? "I guess, as long as it's not too drastic." Mrs. Granger smiled happily but Hermione looked shocked.
"You're letting Mum cut your hair!?"
Mr. Granger laughed. "Now now Hermes (Hermione blushed), let Mumsie butcher Bolt's hair."
Harry raised an eyebrow. Bolt? Hermione burst into a fit of giggles. Harry thought for a while. Mrs. Granger liked to talk too. What was she talking about? Harry could only guess that Mr. Weasly had made some strange excuse for having Harry to need a place to stay. "Erm- I'd better go do my homework now, since school starts in a few days." harry excused himself from the table and went to his temorary room.
Harry had to admidt that his room was the most colorful in the entire house. The sheets were a hazzy blue with a navy comfortor on a light blue day bed. The carpet was grey in here and curtains were bright yellow. Actually, Harry HAD finished all of his homework by means of flashlight under his covers at home. Harry layed on the bed and stared at the empty ceiling. His thought overwhelmed him, and all he could think about was the grey cloaked figure who had attacked the Dursleys. Who or what was it? Why was it after him? Harry could answer that second question without much thought. He had been the fall of Voldermort, who WASN'T after him? Harry lay there silently for some time, when he suddenly felt uneasy. Harry sat up. The room had gotten darker, the sun was setting. "Who's there?" Harry felt parazlied again. It was the same feeling he had in Diagon Alley. There was some one in the shadows, watching him. "Hermione?" He could barely move him mouth in question. The figure stepped closer. It was cloaked in grey, it was the one who attacked the Dursleys. Harry opened his mouth to call for help, but could couldn't speak. Everything became dark and suffocating. There was a wailing sound. Some one was crying.
Harry opened his eyes. He was panting and sweating. The room was dark and moonlight shone through the thin curtains. It was a dream, and nothing but a dream. Harry stared at the moon outside his window. He wasn't liking the room very much any more. He sat on the edge of the bed and pondered what to do. He decided to busy himself. After using the restroom, and getting a drink, AND organizing the contents of his trunk, Harry was STILL thinking about his nightmare. Felling incredibly stupid he went to Hermione's room. He knocked softly on her door, "Hermione?" He copuld hear her breathing deeply.
He opened her door a bit and stuck his head in. He couldn't see anything in her room, except for the soft outline of her bed. "Hermione?" He asked a bit louder. She groaned.
"Harry? What is it?" She rolled over and pulled her blanket up to her chin, then turned on her lamp by her bed. Harry then saw mounds upon mounds of books and shelves filled with parchment and extra bottles of ink, along with handfuls of quills. Harry blushed when he saw that she was only wearing a spagettii-strapped nightgown. "What do you want Harry?" Hermione rubbed her eyes and looked at her digital clock on her bed-side table. "It's 4:30 in the morning-"
"I-I-" Harry felt incredibly stupid. "I had a bad dream, can I come in?" Harry looked at his feet and Hermione gave him the I-can't-believe-you-just-said-that look while rasing her eyebrows.
She at last sighed. "Come on in, Bolt." Harry smiled a bit and sat in the chair by her desk. "So tell me, Bolt. What happened." She rubbed her eyes, then proped her elbow on her pillow.
"It was-" Harry realized he couldn't tell her what the dream was about without explaining the creature. "It was- a Dementor- It was sucking the life out of me." He lied, it wasn't actually that far from the truth.
Hermione looked concerned, "But you've over come the Dementors, right? They shouldn't bother you any more." Harry didn't say anything. "If that's all that's bothering you, why don't you go back to sleep. Dreams aren't real." She pulled her blanket over her head and sighed. Harry turned off the lamp and headed out the door. Once in his room, Harry layed down on his bed again. It was just a dream, right? Harry fell back into an uneasy dream, feeling the entire time that some one, was watching him.
The next fews day went without inccident and September first slowly rolled around, and Mrs. Granger had, thankfully, forgotten to cut Harry's hair. As the time came, Hermione's parents (whose names seemed to be Honey and Sweetums), drove them to King's Cross Train Station. There they met the Hogwarts Express at Platform nine-and-three-quarters.
Meisako: Welcome back, everyone! I'm so pleased you could make it to the THIRD capter! :) I'd like every one to meet Mr. *ahem* Honey Granger.
Granger: I'm happy to be here to, Meisako. It reminds me of the time I was interviewed by Rita Skeeter and she blew everything out of porportion. She said that-
Meisako: Yes-yes, good-good, but I plan to do most of the talking this time, if that's not too much trouble for you?
Granger: Yes, of course. Now, do you have a question for me?
Meisako: Yeppers, certainly do. Is your REAL name 'Honey'?
Granger: Sure, why not. Meisako: What's that supposed to mean? Don't you know if that's your REAL NAME or not?
Granger: My name is what ever people call me.
Meiskao: I see, now, why is Harry's new name BOLT? Seems kinda-- weird.
Granger: Not really, see, he has a lightning BOLT scar, so, BOLT suits him.
Meisako: Now, what about Hermione's nickname, Hermes?
Granger: *smirk* Hermes was the god of speed and messages, well, when Hermione was young, she would often get diahria and she would always tell us every time she 'went'. :) Hermione: Dad! I con't believe you told her! I'm soooo embarassed! I'm never talking to you again! *sob*
Meisako: That's kinda gross, Mr. Granger. Please don't ever talk about diahria in front of me again-
Tune in for the next issue of "I've got to RUN" or "Honey Buns".