I don't own anything of Harry Potter that's all J.K. Rowling's Hey I just
started getting into the books I've read SS and CS and in the middle of PA.
So if I mess up with anything please don't flame me calling me dumb and
stuff. But I would like your opinions.
Chapter 1: Bad News
Hermoine sat in her room waiting for her mail to arrive. She was listening to a learning tape over her cassette player. Their was something strange about the cassette player it produced a charm that showed an ancient gnome like wizard as a transparent figure walking on her bed spread telling about the fine points of discovering hexes and curses and how to rid of the important ones, It often called out to the listener to pay attention. Hermoine was sitting on the floor, thinking about how her third year in Hogwarts was coming in less than a month and a half.
After her second year at Hogwarts she grew a little more interested in boys and often had discovered herself before leaving the house, to be checking if she looked good enough to draw attention from them. She had made the decision that this year that she would have her first kiss. Many thoughts ran through her head many possibilities of who would be the lucky recipient.
While the little transparent instructor was talking about broomstick curses Hermoine was busy thinking, 'Harry would be nice to kiss because he has been a good friend and he is quite cute, Ron is another but it would just be weird cause he's a good friend but it would never work, Hmm. Draco is attractive but he is so mean to me I wouldn't kiss him if he paid me a billion galleons.' She went through the list of boys that she knew at Hogwarts.
Just then a hobbled old near death looking owl crashed through her open window and on her bed. "Oh" Hermoine yelped in surprise as Erolle The Weasley's old owl gurgled and spat trying to sit up from a heavy load of mail. " Wow Erolle have you been working out that's the biggest load I've seen an owl carry!" she cried trying to make the ancient owl feel comfortable. Erolle gave a quick squawk and was off like a herd of turtles out the window. "Lets see", Hermoine said as she sorted out the mail. 'I got mail from Harry and Ron' she gleefully thought then a ruddy brown letter was marked with a crest stuck out of the whole bunch, "One for mum and dad, who are Robert and Ashley Buckley? They live all the way over in New York."
Hermoine stared at the letter for a moment and was startled by her mom who knocked on her half opened door. "Moine, dear was that the mail owl?" she cooed softly to her daughter. "Yes mum," Hermoine paused "Mum, who are the Buckley's" Mrs. Granger stared at her in disbelief. "Well Moine they're old family friends. Did we get a letter from them?" "Yes." Hermoine said feeling a little uneasy about how her mother was acting.
" How could that be they're like your father and me (non magical) how could they possibly know about mail owls. They don't have any children I don't believe." Mrs. Granger said curious about the letter that Hermoine had handed to her. She opened it and gasped. "Oh no the Buckley's died in a car accident two days ago, they just had a will reading and they left they're 15 year old son to be in the care of your father and me." "Well if we got a letter from the owl that means that one of them is capable of magic." Hermoine clued in.
"Why is he staying with us?" Hermoine asked trying to piece together what was happening. "Well it says here that the will stated that we where the only people close enough to consider family to take care of their son because of his special case." Mrs. Granger read form the letter. " He'll be here tomorrow and I still have to tell your father. Plus I have to get a guest bedroom ready." She said as she left the room. Hermoine didn't even know this boys name and he was coming to stay.
Hermoine peeked at the rest of the mail just the usual junk mail; she decided to read the ones her friends sent her. She read through them and laughed a little at the story Ron told of how Harry set fire to Georges bum the other fortnight when he stayed for a few days. She looked at her bed, which was messy and had down and feathers on it. Her cat Crookshanks was licking her lips from the smell of the feathers. Something on the bed caught Hermoine's eye. A photograph of a boy in Quiditch uniform standing in front of an older couple on the back in black ink it said "The Buckley's" (Zach's first varsity game).
The boy was very handsome had a built physique with dark brown hair, which was all messy possibly, from a game. He was holding his broom in one hand and a golden snitch in the other. 'Hmm Zach I wonder if he talks like a yank' Hermoine said to herself, she remembered once she had heard of the witch and wizard schools in America but heard they where more like grammar schools compared to Hogwarts. There was something about the boy that bothered her, his face. He wasn't smiling 'I wonder if he'll be a troublesome one' Hermoine said to herself as she lied down on the bed, she closed her eyes and said under her breath "I guess we will see tomorrow."
TBC Heh Heh pretty hard for a first chapter but it don't compare to the talent of some of the writers out there. Please I enjoy comments and opinions. Oh yeah this is kind of a conversion of the third year
Chapter 1: Bad News
Hermoine sat in her room waiting for her mail to arrive. She was listening to a learning tape over her cassette player. Their was something strange about the cassette player it produced a charm that showed an ancient gnome like wizard as a transparent figure walking on her bed spread telling about the fine points of discovering hexes and curses and how to rid of the important ones, It often called out to the listener to pay attention. Hermoine was sitting on the floor, thinking about how her third year in Hogwarts was coming in less than a month and a half.
After her second year at Hogwarts she grew a little more interested in boys and often had discovered herself before leaving the house, to be checking if she looked good enough to draw attention from them. She had made the decision that this year that she would have her first kiss. Many thoughts ran through her head many possibilities of who would be the lucky recipient.
While the little transparent instructor was talking about broomstick curses Hermoine was busy thinking, 'Harry would be nice to kiss because he has been a good friend and he is quite cute, Ron is another but it would just be weird cause he's a good friend but it would never work, Hmm. Draco is attractive but he is so mean to me I wouldn't kiss him if he paid me a billion galleons.' She went through the list of boys that she knew at Hogwarts.
Just then a hobbled old near death looking owl crashed through her open window and on her bed. "Oh" Hermoine yelped in surprise as Erolle The Weasley's old owl gurgled and spat trying to sit up from a heavy load of mail. " Wow Erolle have you been working out that's the biggest load I've seen an owl carry!" she cried trying to make the ancient owl feel comfortable. Erolle gave a quick squawk and was off like a herd of turtles out the window. "Lets see", Hermoine said as she sorted out the mail. 'I got mail from Harry and Ron' she gleefully thought then a ruddy brown letter was marked with a crest stuck out of the whole bunch, "One for mum and dad, who are Robert and Ashley Buckley? They live all the way over in New York."
Hermoine stared at the letter for a moment and was startled by her mom who knocked on her half opened door. "Moine, dear was that the mail owl?" she cooed softly to her daughter. "Yes mum," Hermoine paused "Mum, who are the Buckley's" Mrs. Granger stared at her in disbelief. "Well Moine they're old family friends. Did we get a letter from them?" "Yes." Hermoine said feeling a little uneasy about how her mother was acting.
" How could that be they're like your father and me (non magical) how could they possibly know about mail owls. They don't have any children I don't believe." Mrs. Granger said curious about the letter that Hermoine had handed to her. She opened it and gasped. "Oh no the Buckley's died in a car accident two days ago, they just had a will reading and they left they're 15 year old son to be in the care of your father and me." "Well if we got a letter from the owl that means that one of them is capable of magic." Hermoine clued in.
"Why is he staying with us?" Hermoine asked trying to piece together what was happening. "Well it says here that the will stated that we where the only people close enough to consider family to take care of their son because of his special case." Mrs. Granger read form the letter. " He'll be here tomorrow and I still have to tell your father. Plus I have to get a guest bedroom ready." She said as she left the room. Hermoine didn't even know this boys name and he was coming to stay.
Hermoine peeked at the rest of the mail just the usual junk mail; she decided to read the ones her friends sent her. She read through them and laughed a little at the story Ron told of how Harry set fire to Georges bum the other fortnight when he stayed for a few days. She looked at her bed, which was messy and had down and feathers on it. Her cat Crookshanks was licking her lips from the smell of the feathers. Something on the bed caught Hermoine's eye. A photograph of a boy in Quiditch uniform standing in front of an older couple on the back in black ink it said "The Buckley's" (Zach's first varsity game).
The boy was very handsome had a built physique with dark brown hair, which was all messy possibly, from a game. He was holding his broom in one hand and a golden snitch in the other. 'Hmm Zach I wonder if he talks like a yank' Hermoine said to herself, she remembered once she had heard of the witch and wizard schools in America but heard they where more like grammar schools compared to Hogwarts. There was something about the boy that bothered her, his face. He wasn't smiling 'I wonder if he'll be a troublesome one' Hermoine said to herself as she lied down on the bed, she closed her eyes and said under her breath "I guess we will see tomorrow."
TBC Heh Heh pretty hard for a first chapter but it don't compare to the talent of some of the writers out there. Please I enjoy comments and opinions. Oh yeah this is kind of a conversion of the third year