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"Hermione! Ron! Harry! It's time to wake up!" yelled Mrs. Granger from the hallway.
"What's she on about?" Ron said confused as he sat up from his sleeping bag on the floor, his fire red hair sticking out from all ends.
"C'mon," Hermione said jumping out of bed and pulling her clothes out of her dresser. "It's 6:10 and our plane leaves at 9:00 so we need to get a move on."
Just then a snoring could be heard from the other side of the room as Ron fell back asleep. "RON!" Hermione walked to where Ron was sleeping and stood above him shaking her head in frustration.
"Wait Hermione!" Harry said crawling over to her from his sleeping spot. "Lets get him good." An evil smile curled up on both mischievous faces.
"Hold on, I know what to do." Hermione walked into her closet and started digging madly through a chest. Finally, after making a mess of junk behind her, she came out holding a small water gun.
"We're going to get him good. with. a water gun?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Not just a water gun," Hermione said as she went into the bathroom. She came back with a glass of freezing cold water. Harry could see the condensation on the outside of it.
"Ok, now your talking," he said smiling again. Hermione came over, walking slowly as not to spill the water. She and Harry crouched down right by the top of Ron's head. Hermione handed Harry the water gun and kept the glass in her hand.
"Now, squirt him once or twice with the gun and see if he does anything," she whispered. Keeping one hand over his mouth so he wouldn't laugh, Harry slowly gave a squirt of water which landed right on Ron's left eye. Ron didn't move. Harry gave another little squirt and this time the water landed right under his nose and above his lips. This spot must have been the ticklish spot because Ron's hand came up and he gave a wipe. Then he rolled over and continued snoozing.
"Alright, now he gets it!" Hermione stood up and motioned for Harry to do the same. As they stood, Harry leg banged into the desk leg and made a noise. Ron turned over and made a chewing sound before saying, "Uh-huh mommy, yes, it's under the table." This sent Harry and Hermione into silent giggles, which they quickly stopped. Hermione motioned for Harry to leave into the hallway while she backed away slowly. As she was almost at the doorway, she quickly dumped the glass of ice-cold water on the sleeping Ron and ran out of the room into the hallway with Harry.
"AHHHHHHH!" they heard from Hermione's room. Harry and Hermione burst into giggles. Ron came storming out of the room, dripping wet as he pointed his finger at them both. "You two," he accused. "Are so dead!"
"AHHHH!" screamed Harry and Hermione as they ran from the drenched Ron.
Around 7:50, Hermione, Mrs. Granger, Harry and Ron arrived at the airport. Harry and Ron were constantly looking around at everything. Harry had known what airports were but never been to one while Ron was totally clueless on what anything was.
"So we're going to go into the air in one of those jeets?" Ron asked looking nervously up at the sky as a 747 took off.
"It's called a jet, Ron." Hermione explained in her know-it-all voice.
"Oh," Ron said still mesmerized by the massive planes.
The four walked into the airport and straight to the baggage area for their plane.
"Whoa! Wicked!" said Ron excitedly as he watched the baggage conveyer belt go around in a circle while people put their bags on. "This place is so cool. I'm going to have to tell Dad about it."
When the four were done loading on their bags and getting all of their information in order, they decided to go airport shopping. They passed fast food restaurants, magazine shelves, and souvenir shops. Ron wanted to buy everything but Hermione reminded him that they were going to be in Chicago for two weeks and that he should save what money he had.
At 8:30, Mrs. Granger thought that they should go back to their gate. Although it was crowded, they found seats and sat down. Hermione, Harry, and Ron started chatting about what was interesting in the airport when suddenly something they heard sparked their attention.
Two women, both around 35 were talking in hushed voices behind them. "Yes, Dumbledore is retiring." A blond, heavy woman said.
"Oh, but he can't!" exclaimed the other lady, a red head.
"He is though. It said so in the last issue of Wizard World. It was an article written by Rita Skeeter. It said that he was turning the job over to Minerva McGonagall and that he was moving to Spain because he liked the culture."
"I can't believe it," sighed the red haired woman. The two ladies then got up and walked over to the vending machine at the other end of the gate.
"What?!" shouted Harry as the three looked at each other nervously. "He can't retire. I mean, he just can't!"
"Harry, calm down," Hermione said trying to sooth him. "The one woman said that the article was written by Rita Skeeter. You know how she always blows things out of proportion. Don't worry, I'm sure that he's probably. visiting Spain and she turned it into him retiring there." Hermione smiled warmly and her words made Harry feel better.
Just then, a flight attendant moved to the microphone by the gate and turned it on. "Hello and thank you for flying American Airlines. We are now going to start boarding the plane. Can rows 1-10 please form a line by the gate so that we can admit your tickets?"
Ron turned to Mrs. Granger. "What row are we?" he asked anxiously.
"Eleven," she said bluntly. Ron slumped down in his seat crossing his arms, irritated.
About seven minutes later the attendant came back on. "Can we please have rows 11- 20 come up now?" Ron practically leapt out of his seat and joined the line that was starting to form. The others joined him and soon enough they were at the entrance to the plane.
"Hello, may I please see your ticket?" The flight attendant asked Ron. He fumbled through his pockets and found his ticket. The attendant looked it over and gave it back to him. "Enjoy your flight," she said smiling. She started to move on to check Harry's ticket but noticed Ron still standing in the same spot. "Is there anything else, sir?"
"Is that it?" Ron asked confused.
"I beg your pardon?" she asked curiously.
"All you needed to do was check my ticket?"
"Umm. yes that's all." She looked at Ron strangely.
"Ron," Hermione said. "That's all, just move forward." She gave him a look that meant stop-making-a-scene and Ron stepped forward passed the doorway.
Eventually, all of them were taking the walk to the plane through the hallway. "I'm so excited," Harry said smiling.
"Me too!" Piped in Ron.
"Me three!" Hermione said. They made their way to the doorway to the plane and were greeted by another flight attendant. "Hello may I please see your ticket?" she asked Ron. He showed her and she pointed the way to where they were sitting. The three kids had seats in a row by the window together and Mrs. Granger was sitting next to them but in a middle seat. Ron had begged for the window seat and had won.
"Man, I can't believe that we're here!" he said grinning like an idiot.
Within 20 minutes the plane was ready to take off. Harry and Ron had been talking in quiet voices about Quidditch when all of a sudden they felt the plane move. Ron looked out of his window and saw that they were no longer hooked up to the entrance hallway to the plane and that they were moving steadily faster along the track.
"Here we go!" Hermione exclaimed to Ron and Harry, both of whom were now looking a little pale and scared.
The plane was gathering speed. They were going really fast now. "Oh my god!" Ron said as the plane tipped back and lifted off the ground.
"We're up! We're up! We're up!" Ron yelled so that the person behind them made an annoyed face.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione talked most of the flight while gazing transfixed out the window at the beautiful clouds below them. The flight was a long one, around 8 ½ hours but the kids didn't mind.
Around five o'clock they arrived in Chicago, Illinois at O'Hare Airport. O'Hare is one of the biggest airports in the country.
It took a little while to depart the plane but when they did and when they reached the gate in O'Hare Airport, three smiling faces greeted them.
"Hermione! Ron! Harry! It's time to wake up!" yelled Mrs. Granger from the hallway.
"What's she on about?" Ron said confused as he sat up from his sleeping bag on the floor, his fire red hair sticking out from all ends.
"C'mon," Hermione said jumping out of bed and pulling her clothes out of her dresser. "It's 6:10 and our plane leaves at 9:00 so we need to get a move on."
Just then a snoring could be heard from the other side of the room as Ron fell back asleep. "RON!" Hermione walked to where Ron was sleeping and stood above him shaking her head in frustration.
"Wait Hermione!" Harry said crawling over to her from his sleeping spot. "Lets get him good." An evil smile curled up on both mischievous faces.
"Hold on, I know what to do." Hermione walked into her closet and started digging madly through a chest. Finally, after making a mess of junk behind her, she came out holding a small water gun.
"We're going to get him good. with. a water gun?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Not just a water gun," Hermione said as she went into the bathroom. She came back with a glass of freezing cold water. Harry could see the condensation on the outside of it.
"Ok, now your talking," he said smiling again. Hermione came over, walking slowly as not to spill the water. She and Harry crouched down right by the top of Ron's head. Hermione handed Harry the water gun and kept the glass in her hand.
"Now, squirt him once or twice with the gun and see if he does anything," she whispered. Keeping one hand over his mouth so he wouldn't laugh, Harry slowly gave a squirt of water which landed right on Ron's left eye. Ron didn't move. Harry gave another little squirt and this time the water landed right under his nose and above his lips. This spot must have been the ticklish spot because Ron's hand came up and he gave a wipe. Then he rolled over and continued snoozing.
"Alright, now he gets it!" Hermione stood up and motioned for Harry to do the same. As they stood, Harry leg banged into the desk leg and made a noise. Ron turned over and made a chewing sound before saying, "Uh-huh mommy, yes, it's under the table." This sent Harry and Hermione into silent giggles, which they quickly stopped. Hermione motioned for Harry to leave into the hallway while she backed away slowly. As she was almost at the doorway, she quickly dumped the glass of ice-cold water on the sleeping Ron and ran out of the room into the hallway with Harry.
"AHHHHHHH!" they heard from Hermione's room. Harry and Hermione burst into giggles. Ron came storming out of the room, dripping wet as he pointed his finger at them both. "You two," he accused. "Are so dead!"
"AHHHH!" screamed Harry and Hermione as they ran from the drenched Ron.
Around 7:50, Hermione, Mrs. Granger, Harry and Ron arrived at the airport. Harry and Ron were constantly looking around at everything. Harry had known what airports were but never been to one while Ron was totally clueless on what anything was.
"So we're going to go into the air in one of those jeets?" Ron asked looking nervously up at the sky as a 747 took off.
"It's called a jet, Ron." Hermione explained in her know-it-all voice.
"Oh," Ron said still mesmerized by the massive planes.
The four walked into the airport and straight to the baggage area for their plane.
"Whoa! Wicked!" said Ron excitedly as he watched the baggage conveyer belt go around in a circle while people put their bags on. "This place is so cool. I'm going to have to tell Dad about it."
When the four were done loading on their bags and getting all of their information in order, they decided to go airport shopping. They passed fast food restaurants, magazine shelves, and souvenir shops. Ron wanted to buy everything but Hermione reminded him that they were going to be in Chicago for two weeks and that he should save what money he had.
At 8:30, Mrs. Granger thought that they should go back to their gate. Although it was crowded, they found seats and sat down. Hermione, Harry, and Ron started chatting about what was interesting in the airport when suddenly something they heard sparked their attention.
Two women, both around 35 were talking in hushed voices behind them. "Yes, Dumbledore is retiring." A blond, heavy woman said.
"Oh, but he can't!" exclaimed the other lady, a red head.
"He is though. It said so in the last issue of Wizard World. It was an article written by Rita Skeeter. It said that he was turning the job over to Minerva McGonagall and that he was moving to Spain because he liked the culture."
"I can't believe it," sighed the red haired woman. The two ladies then got up and walked over to the vending machine at the other end of the gate.
"What?!" shouted Harry as the three looked at each other nervously. "He can't retire. I mean, he just can't!"
"Harry, calm down," Hermione said trying to sooth him. "The one woman said that the article was written by Rita Skeeter. You know how she always blows things out of proportion. Don't worry, I'm sure that he's probably. visiting Spain and she turned it into him retiring there." Hermione smiled warmly and her words made Harry feel better.
Just then, a flight attendant moved to the microphone by the gate and turned it on. "Hello and thank you for flying American Airlines. We are now going to start boarding the plane. Can rows 1-10 please form a line by the gate so that we can admit your tickets?"
Ron turned to Mrs. Granger. "What row are we?" he asked anxiously.
"Eleven," she said bluntly. Ron slumped down in his seat crossing his arms, irritated.
About seven minutes later the attendant came back on. "Can we please have rows 11- 20 come up now?" Ron practically leapt out of his seat and joined the line that was starting to form. The others joined him and soon enough they were at the entrance to the plane.
"Hello, may I please see your ticket?" The flight attendant asked Ron. He fumbled through his pockets and found his ticket. The attendant looked it over and gave it back to him. "Enjoy your flight," she said smiling. She started to move on to check Harry's ticket but noticed Ron still standing in the same spot. "Is there anything else, sir?"
"Is that it?" Ron asked confused.
"I beg your pardon?" she asked curiously.
"All you needed to do was check my ticket?"
"Umm. yes that's all." She looked at Ron strangely.
"Ron," Hermione said. "That's all, just move forward." She gave him a look that meant stop-making-a-scene and Ron stepped forward passed the doorway.
Eventually, all of them were taking the walk to the plane through the hallway. "I'm so excited," Harry said smiling.
"Me too!" Piped in Ron.
"Me three!" Hermione said. They made their way to the doorway to the plane and were greeted by another flight attendant. "Hello may I please see your ticket?" she asked Ron. He showed her and she pointed the way to where they were sitting. The three kids had seats in a row by the window together and Mrs. Granger was sitting next to them but in a middle seat. Ron had begged for the window seat and had won.
"Man, I can't believe that we're here!" he said grinning like an idiot.
Within 20 minutes the plane was ready to take off. Harry and Ron had been talking in quiet voices about Quidditch when all of a sudden they felt the plane move. Ron looked out of his window and saw that they were no longer hooked up to the entrance hallway to the plane and that they were moving steadily faster along the track.
"Here we go!" Hermione exclaimed to Ron and Harry, both of whom were now looking a little pale and scared.
The plane was gathering speed. They were going really fast now. "Oh my god!" Ron said as the plane tipped back and lifted off the ground.
"We're up! We're up! We're up!" Ron yelled so that the person behind them made an annoyed face.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione talked most of the flight while gazing transfixed out the window at the beautiful clouds below them. The flight was a long one, around 8 ½ hours but the kids didn't mind.
Around five o'clock they arrived in Chicago, Illinois at O'Hare Airport. O'Hare is one of the biggest airports in the country.
It took a little while to depart the plane but when they did and when they reached the gate in O'Hare Airport, three smiling faces greeted them.