Chapter Two-The Letter
"Harry, will you go and get the mail?" Fiona called.
"Sure, hon," Harry replied, as he made his way out the door. He approached the large white mailbox and began to scour through all of the mail. "Bills," he grumbled, "bills.ad.bills." his eyes stopped on a white envelope. It said his name on it, as clear as day: Mr. Harry Potter. It was written in tiny emerald green script.where had he seen that before? He brought the mail in and chucked the bills onto the table. Fiona, his wife of five years, came into their cozy little kitchen, her green eyes gleaming. Her red hair was wrapped up in a white towel.
"What's that?" she pointed to the letter in his hand. He shrugged and tore it open. His heart nearly stopped when he read the words.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter, It has been ten long years, and Hogwarts has missed you! Please come to a special Reunion Party, for the graduating class of 2005! It will be held on November 8th, at 5:00 p.m. Please send an owl with your reply! We hope to see you there.
"Hogwarts?" Fiona was reading over his shoulder, "is that the school you went to? The magic one?" Fiona was a muggle, and Harry laughed as he remembered her reaction when he told her he was a wizard. She was rushed to the hospital after she fainted and needed a breathing machine for a few days. He chuckled to himself.
"Yes, darling.it's a reuinion." She patted her belly and was silent. She was three months pregnant with their baby boy. He smiled at her. "Should I go?"
"Well, why not?" she asked. "It looks fun." He nodded and stared out the window of his home.
The Great Hall he had once loved was decorated magnificently. Streamers of gold and red crisscrossed over the ceiling like snakes. Banners and flags from each house adorned the walls, and enchanted sparkles were floating from the ceiling like snowflakes. It was just as he had remembered it; with candles floating in the air and the tables filled with great foods. He touched Fiona's hand and she squeezed his. "This is.breathtaking," she said quietly. He laughed.
"Isn't it?" he asked. Tons of people were walking around, and most of them he didn't recognize.
"HARRY?" a voice called. He spun around. A tall, lanky man in brilliant green robes ran up to him, and clutching to him was a very pretty girl. He had flaming red hair and a big nose. It was Ron.
"Ron?!?!? Oh my god!" Harry screamed. Ron hugged him and patted him on the back. Although they said they would keep in touch, after Harry went to live with Sirius they never saw each other again. Fiona stood there stupidly, grinning. "This is Fiona," Harry introduced her. Ron took her hand and kissed it.
"And this," he said, jerking his head over to the pretty blonde woman next to him, "is Fleur. Do you remember her, Harry? Fleur Delacour? She was the champion from Beauxbaton's-" Harry's eyes went wide.
"And you're.together?" he blurted out. They nodded and kissed. Fiona looked at him and shrugged. "Shall we walk around together, then?" he asked. Fleur and Ron stopped kissing and nodded. They walked for a while, stopping to talk to some people they knew. They had seen Lavender Brown (who was currently engaged to a still very clumsy Neville Longbottom), and a few teachers they once new.
"Well, Potter," he heard a voice say. Harry and Fiona spun around. Ron and Fleur were kissing again. It was a tall, brooding man with dark messy hair. "Remember me, Potter?" he spat. It was Snape.
"Yes, Severus, I do," Harry replied coolly. Snape's dark eyes went mad with anger.
"Where are your manners? I am still Professor-"
"Not really," Harry answered, "you're not my teacher anymore." Snape nodded curtly and left.
"Hasn't changed much, has he?" Ron asked, as he stopped kissing Fleur. She bounced her perfect hair.
"Eet haz been zee while zince I 'av been 'ere, ey?" she smiled. "But I still remember zee Snape." They walked around a little more; chatting here and there. Harry and Ron were very excited to see all of their old friends.and teachers. Harry noticed with dismay that Dumbledore was not with them.
"Unfortunately," a still strict Professor McGonagall said, "Headmaster Dumbledore passed away six years ago." She wiped a tear from her eye. "But that won't stop him from being here." Huh? Harry thought as he nodded.
It hadn't been an hour before he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around and saw a sleek blonde man in a suit, holding a very pretty girl with brown eyes and hair. "Potter?" he asked. He knew that voice!
"Malf-I mean, Draco?" Harry said. The man nodded and put out a hand.
"In the flesh, Harry." This was the first time Harry heard Malfoy call him by his first name. He cringed.
"And who is this?" Ron asked suddenly. ("Oh, Hello Weasley." Ron was greeted).
"Well," Malfoy said, kissing the cheek of the pretty girl, "I believe you know her. Boys, meet my fiancée, Hermione Granger."
"Harry, will you go and get the mail?" Fiona called.
"Sure, hon," Harry replied, as he made his way out the door. He approached the large white mailbox and began to scour through all of the mail. "Bills," he grumbled, "bills.ad.bills." his eyes stopped on a white envelope. It said his name on it, as clear as day: Mr. Harry Potter. It was written in tiny emerald green script.where had he seen that before? He brought the mail in and chucked the bills onto the table. Fiona, his wife of five years, came into their cozy little kitchen, her green eyes gleaming. Her red hair was wrapped up in a white towel.
"What's that?" she pointed to the letter in his hand. He shrugged and tore it open. His heart nearly stopped when he read the words.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter, It has been ten long years, and Hogwarts has missed you! Please come to a special Reunion Party, for the graduating class of 2005! It will be held on November 8th, at 5:00 p.m. Please send an owl with your reply! We hope to see you there.
"Hogwarts?" Fiona was reading over his shoulder, "is that the school you went to? The magic one?" Fiona was a muggle, and Harry laughed as he remembered her reaction when he told her he was a wizard. She was rushed to the hospital after she fainted and needed a breathing machine for a few days. He chuckled to himself.
"Yes, darling.it's a reuinion." She patted her belly and was silent. She was three months pregnant with their baby boy. He smiled at her. "Should I go?"
"Well, why not?" she asked. "It looks fun." He nodded and stared out the window of his home.
The Great Hall he had once loved was decorated magnificently. Streamers of gold and red crisscrossed over the ceiling like snakes. Banners and flags from each house adorned the walls, and enchanted sparkles were floating from the ceiling like snowflakes. It was just as he had remembered it; with candles floating in the air and the tables filled with great foods. He touched Fiona's hand and she squeezed his. "This is.breathtaking," she said quietly. He laughed.
"Isn't it?" he asked. Tons of people were walking around, and most of them he didn't recognize.
"HARRY?" a voice called. He spun around. A tall, lanky man in brilliant green robes ran up to him, and clutching to him was a very pretty girl. He had flaming red hair and a big nose. It was Ron.
"Ron?!?!? Oh my god!" Harry screamed. Ron hugged him and patted him on the back. Although they said they would keep in touch, after Harry went to live with Sirius they never saw each other again. Fiona stood there stupidly, grinning. "This is Fiona," Harry introduced her. Ron took her hand and kissed it.
"And this," he said, jerking his head over to the pretty blonde woman next to him, "is Fleur. Do you remember her, Harry? Fleur Delacour? She was the champion from Beauxbaton's-" Harry's eyes went wide.
"And you're.together?" he blurted out. They nodded and kissed. Fiona looked at him and shrugged. "Shall we walk around together, then?" he asked. Fleur and Ron stopped kissing and nodded. They walked for a while, stopping to talk to some people they knew. They had seen Lavender Brown (who was currently engaged to a still very clumsy Neville Longbottom), and a few teachers they once new.
"Well, Potter," he heard a voice say. Harry and Fiona spun around. Ron and Fleur were kissing again. It was a tall, brooding man with dark messy hair. "Remember me, Potter?" he spat. It was Snape.
"Yes, Severus, I do," Harry replied coolly. Snape's dark eyes went mad with anger.
"Where are your manners? I am still Professor-"
"Not really," Harry answered, "you're not my teacher anymore." Snape nodded curtly and left.
"Hasn't changed much, has he?" Ron asked, as he stopped kissing Fleur. She bounced her perfect hair.
"Eet haz been zee while zince I 'av been 'ere, ey?" she smiled. "But I still remember zee Snape." They walked around a little more; chatting here and there. Harry and Ron were very excited to see all of their old friends.and teachers. Harry noticed with dismay that Dumbledore was not with them.
"Unfortunately," a still strict Professor McGonagall said, "Headmaster Dumbledore passed away six years ago." She wiped a tear from her eye. "But that won't stop him from being here." Huh? Harry thought as he nodded.
It hadn't been an hour before he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around and saw a sleek blonde man in a suit, holding a very pretty girl with brown eyes and hair. "Potter?" he asked. He knew that voice!
"Malf-I mean, Draco?" Harry said. The man nodded and put out a hand.
"In the flesh, Harry." This was the first time Harry heard Malfoy call him by his first name. He cringed.
"And who is this?" Ron asked suddenly. ("Oh, Hello Weasley." Ron was greeted).
"Well," Malfoy said, kissing the cheek of the pretty girl, "I believe you know her. Boys, meet my fiancée, Hermione Granger."