Harry In Wonderland
By: Lady Lily
I figured that the title was like an open window to what happens. If that didn't help, read the subject you get when clicking on the story. This story has NO ROMANCE! Really, it doesn't. This will be told in the 3rd person POV, sort of like J.K does. Read on!
1Casa Della Granger1
Harry sat on his bed, looking for something to help him with his History of Magic homework. "The Bearded was a horrible leader in the Goblin Rebellion of 1619. Explain." He sighed and closed his book, cursing himself for not starting the assignment earlier. He did still have about two weeks left, but if he had done it in the beginning of the summer, he could be sleeping right now.
He glanced at his alarm clock and jumped a little when he saw that he had been 15 year old for an hour now. He picked up his books and put them under the highly useful loose floorboard.
After a quick glance in the mirror to see if he looked different (he didn't), he got into bed. He had just reached up to turn out the light when his snowy white owl, Hedwig, flew in, accompanied by Percy's owl Hermes and another owl harry recognized as a school owl. They dropped the parcels on the bed and flew over to Hedwig's cage to drink some water and sleep.
Harry reached for the parcels and the letter the school owl had brought in. He opened his school letter first and was surprised to see a shiny badge fall out. After closer inspection, he let out a groan. He'd been made prefect! Hopefully Ron was too. After scanning the note and memorizing the new password (Hickety Pickety), he opened the accompanying parcel. A box with a French label and a letter fluttered to the bed. He picked up the letter and read:
Dear Harry,
Olympe reckoned you'd like some French pastries more than rock cakes. Enjoy yer birthday,
Hagrid
Harry moved the card and pastries to the side and reached for Hermes' parcel. Inside was a gift wrapped in green and his birthday card from Ron. He opened the card and read Ron's familiar scrawl:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! How's your summer going? Muggles treating you all right? Hope Dudley's tongue is still a ton. Did ya get Hermione's letter yet? I can't wait. You ARE coming. Don't worry 'bout the muggles.
· Ron
After opening Ron's gift) a set of gobstones and homemade mince pies), Harry reached for the parcel Hedwig had brought, correctly guessing it was from Hermione, anxious to see what Ron was talking about. Inside was a (what else) book from Hermione, Playing Wizard Chess - A Beginner Guide and her letter.
Dear Harry,
Happy 15th Birthday! I hope this gift will help you beat Ron for once. Have I got the greatest news! Mum and Dad let me invite you over for the last week of vacation. Ron, Fred, George and Ginny are coming, too. Send your reply with Hedwig quickly. Hope to see you soon.
· Hermione
"Stay with Hermione," Harry thought, "perfect!"
The next morning, after breakfast, Harry cautiously approached Uncle Vernon.
"Er, Uncle Vernon, my friend Hermione from school invited me over for the rest of the summer. Can I go?"
"How will they pick you up? Not by any strange ways, right?"
Harry, surprised at how quickly Uncle Vernon said yes, thought about his answer.
"Er, well, her parents aren't wiz- er, my type," he quickly fixed his response, "so they will most likely dire."
"Not your type, eh? Well, what type are they?"
"Her mum and dad are both doctors."
"They better be on time. Not like the red-haired lot."
"Yes, sir." Harry bolted upstairs and sent his response immediately.
Hermione's reply came right after dinner. It amazed Harry how such a short note could hold so much good luck.
Harry-
Yes, my mum and I will pick you up at 4:00 p.m. on August 25. Ron, Fred, George and Ginny will come the next day. See you then!
-Hermione
In Harry's opinion, the 25th couldn't have come any slower. When the day finally arrived, he was already packed. He spent most of the day in his room; he really didn't want to enter the tension-filled downstairs. At ten to four Harry dragged his belongings downstairs to wait.
Uncle Vernon was wearing his best suit. The same one he wore last year when Aunt Petunia kept peeking out the window every minute. Dudley was nowhere in sight, though Harry highly suspected he was hiding up in his room, remembering his last encounter with wizards other than Harry all too well.
Though, Harry thought, he does have good reasons. His first encounter, with Hagrid, left him with a curly, pink piggy tail. The second one was with the Weasley twins, and they left him with a 4-foot-long, purple, slimy tongue!
At exactly 4:00, a silver BMW pulled into the driveway of number 4 Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon straightened his suit and moved toward the door. At the top of the stairs, Dudley poked his fat head out to see. Uncle Vernon opened the door cautiously. On the other side stood Hermione and who Harry guessed to be Mrs. Granger. Mrs. Granger was only a couple of inches taller than Hermione, who had grown herself. Mrs. Granger had Hermione's hair except her's was curly. She had a nice tan, Harry suspected that they had vacationed this summer, and a lovely smile.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Dursley7. Hello Harry, dear."
"Hi Mrs. Granger. Hi Hermione."
"Hi Harry! Do you need any help with your trunks?"
"Sure, I just need… oh, I left Hedwig upstairs, Hermione, come get her with me?"
"Oh, don't worry, Harry, I'll get her myself."
Hermione went upstairs and into Harry's room. Dudley had already run back to his room. Mrs. Granger was trying to start a conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Dursley.
"So, what business are you in, Mr. Dursley?"
"Drills."
"How nice. My husband and I are dentists."
"That's what the boy told us."
It wasn't a surprise to see Harry and Mrs. Granger happy when Hermione arrived downstairs with Hedwig.
"Well, by then," called Harry, while lugging his trunk out the door to Hermione's car.
"Bye," Uncle Vernon grunted. Harry was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Uncle Vernon must be remembering the lesson on manners Mr. Weasley gave him last year for not saying good bye to his "nephew he wouldn't see for a year."
The car ride was fun. Harry and Hermione sat in the back, with Hedwig asleep on the passenger's seat. Her cage was covered with a velvety black cloth Hermione had bewitched to look like the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall. She had also made one for Pigwidgeon's cage, though his was thicker, as to block out his incessant hooting.
Harry and Hermione wee having a cheerful conversation about Rita Skeeter. Hermione had decided not to let her out. And, apparently, when the Daily Prophet found out that she was missing, it was much like the Bertha Jorkins case. Though this time, it wasn't because of incompetent bosses. They just didn't WANT to find her. Harry and Hermione were just thinking (aloud) about if they should let her out, when would it be, and how they would deal with her temper when they arrived at Hermione's house.
Harry got out of the car and pulled his trunk out of the trunk. He turned around just in time to hear Mrs. Ranger say, "Welcome to Casa Della Granger."
Maybe "house" wasn't the right word. Hermione lived in a large, white, Victorian mansion, partially covered in vines with some stained glass windows in the front. There was also a wrap-around porch.
She led Harry up to the guestroom. As he followed her up the long, winding staircase, he felt that this would be an interesting weekend. Harry didn't know how right he was.
END OF CH. 1
Well, how was it? I hope my fans (do I have fans?) don't believe What's Wrong With Weird? is a lost cause. It's not, I swear. I just got a writer's block on that one, so I started 2 more. In case you were wondering, I got the idea from the last METMA challenge.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me gasp. I'm just borrowing their pretty little brains.
Next chapter = The Weasley's arrive, they see the book and they all get transported.
Review please
By: Lady Lily
I figured that the title was like an open window to what happens. If that didn't help, read the subject you get when clicking on the story. This story has NO ROMANCE! Really, it doesn't. This will be told in the 3rd person POV, sort of like J.K does. Read on!
1Casa Della Granger1
Harry sat on his bed, looking for something to help him with his History of Magic homework. "The Bearded was a horrible leader in the Goblin Rebellion of 1619. Explain." He sighed and closed his book, cursing himself for not starting the assignment earlier. He did still have about two weeks left, but if he had done it in the beginning of the summer, he could be sleeping right now.
He glanced at his alarm clock and jumped a little when he saw that he had been 15 year old for an hour now. He picked up his books and put them under the highly useful loose floorboard.
After a quick glance in the mirror to see if he looked different (he didn't), he got into bed. He had just reached up to turn out the light when his snowy white owl, Hedwig, flew in, accompanied by Percy's owl Hermes and another owl harry recognized as a school owl. They dropped the parcels on the bed and flew over to Hedwig's cage to drink some water and sleep.
Harry reached for the parcels and the letter the school owl had brought in. He opened his school letter first and was surprised to see a shiny badge fall out. After closer inspection, he let out a groan. He'd been made prefect! Hopefully Ron was too. After scanning the note and memorizing the new password (Hickety Pickety), he opened the accompanying parcel. A box with a French label and a letter fluttered to the bed. He picked up the letter and read:
Dear Harry,
Olympe reckoned you'd like some French pastries more than rock cakes. Enjoy yer birthday,
Hagrid
Harry moved the card and pastries to the side and reached for Hermes' parcel. Inside was a gift wrapped in green and his birthday card from Ron. He opened the card and read Ron's familiar scrawl:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! How's your summer going? Muggles treating you all right? Hope Dudley's tongue is still a ton. Did ya get Hermione's letter yet? I can't wait. You ARE coming. Don't worry 'bout the muggles.
· Ron
After opening Ron's gift) a set of gobstones and homemade mince pies), Harry reached for the parcel Hedwig had brought, correctly guessing it was from Hermione, anxious to see what Ron was talking about. Inside was a (what else) book from Hermione, Playing Wizard Chess - A Beginner Guide and her letter.
Dear Harry,
Happy 15th Birthday! I hope this gift will help you beat Ron for once. Have I got the greatest news! Mum and Dad let me invite you over for the last week of vacation. Ron, Fred, George and Ginny are coming, too. Send your reply with Hedwig quickly. Hope to see you soon.
· Hermione
"Stay with Hermione," Harry thought, "perfect!"
The next morning, after breakfast, Harry cautiously approached Uncle Vernon.
"Er, Uncle Vernon, my friend Hermione from school invited me over for the rest of the summer. Can I go?"
"How will they pick you up? Not by any strange ways, right?"
Harry, surprised at how quickly Uncle Vernon said yes, thought about his answer.
"Er, well, her parents aren't wiz- er, my type," he quickly fixed his response, "so they will most likely dire."
"Not your type, eh? Well, what type are they?"
"Her mum and dad are both doctors."
"They better be on time. Not like the red-haired lot."
"Yes, sir." Harry bolted upstairs and sent his response immediately.
Hermione's reply came right after dinner. It amazed Harry how such a short note could hold so much good luck.
Harry-
Yes, my mum and I will pick you up at 4:00 p.m. on August 25. Ron, Fred, George and Ginny will come the next day. See you then!
-Hermione
In Harry's opinion, the 25th couldn't have come any slower. When the day finally arrived, he was already packed. He spent most of the day in his room; he really didn't want to enter the tension-filled downstairs. At ten to four Harry dragged his belongings downstairs to wait.
Uncle Vernon was wearing his best suit. The same one he wore last year when Aunt Petunia kept peeking out the window every minute. Dudley was nowhere in sight, though Harry highly suspected he was hiding up in his room, remembering his last encounter with wizards other than Harry all too well.
Though, Harry thought, he does have good reasons. His first encounter, with Hagrid, left him with a curly, pink piggy tail. The second one was with the Weasley twins, and they left him with a 4-foot-long, purple, slimy tongue!
At exactly 4:00, a silver BMW pulled into the driveway of number 4 Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon straightened his suit and moved toward the door. At the top of the stairs, Dudley poked his fat head out to see. Uncle Vernon opened the door cautiously. On the other side stood Hermione and who Harry guessed to be Mrs. Granger. Mrs. Granger was only a couple of inches taller than Hermione, who had grown herself. Mrs. Granger had Hermione's hair except her's was curly. She had a nice tan, Harry suspected that they had vacationed this summer, and a lovely smile.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Dursley7. Hello Harry, dear."
"Hi Mrs. Granger. Hi Hermione."
"Hi Harry! Do you need any help with your trunks?"
"Sure, I just need… oh, I left Hedwig upstairs, Hermione, come get her with me?"
"Oh, don't worry, Harry, I'll get her myself."
Hermione went upstairs and into Harry's room. Dudley had already run back to his room. Mrs. Granger was trying to start a conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Dursley.
"So, what business are you in, Mr. Dursley?"
"Drills."
"How nice. My husband and I are dentists."
"That's what the boy told us."
It wasn't a surprise to see Harry and Mrs. Granger happy when Hermione arrived downstairs with Hedwig.
"Well, by then," called Harry, while lugging his trunk out the door to Hermione's car.
"Bye," Uncle Vernon grunted. Harry was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Uncle Vernon must be remembering the lesson on manners Mr. Weasley gave him last year for not saying good bye to his "nephew he wouldn't see for a year."
The car ride was fun. Harry and Hermione sat in the back, with Hedwig asleep on the passenger's seat. Her cage was covered with a velvety black cloth Hermione had bewitched to look like the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall. She had also made one for Pigwidgeon's cage, though his was thicker, as to block out his incessant hooting.
Harry and Hermione wee having a cheerful conversation about Rita Skeeter. Hermione had decided not to let her out. And, apparently, when the Daily Prophet found out that she was missing, it was much like the Bertha Jorkins case. Though this time, it wasn't because of incompetent bosses. They just didn't WANT to find her. Harry and Hermione were just thinking (aloud) about if they should let her out, when would it be, and how they would deal with her temper when they arrived at Hermione's house.
Harry got out of the car and pulled his trunk out of the trunk. He turned around just in time to hear Mrs. Ranger say, "Welcome to Casa Della Granger."
Maybe "house" wasn't the right word. Hermione lived in a large, white, Victorian mansion, partially covered in vines with some stained glass windows in the front. There was also a wrap-around porch.
She led Harry up to the guestroom. As he followed her up the long, winding staircase, he felt that this would be an interesting weekend. Harry didn't know how right he was.
END OF CH. 1
Well, how was it? I hope my fans (do I have fans?) don't believe What's Wrong With Weird? is a lost cause. It's not, I swear. I just got a writer's block on that one, so I started 2 more. In case you were wondering, I got the idea from the last METMA challenge.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me gasp. I'm just borrowing their pretty little brains.
Next chapter = The Weasley's arrive, they see the book and they all get transported.
Review please