DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, (such a creative disclaimer, ha)
"Wow", Harry said to Hermione, as they sped along the English countryside towards Hermione's home. "These muggle snacks aren't half bad! I never even knew half of these things existed." Harry mumbled through a mouth full of cheese and cracker sandwiches. "Oh, Harry, your just not used to having all of this great food, maybe I believe that the Dursley's never gave you your fair share of food, but you have to have known about these snacks!", Hermione said, still sounding clearly confused. "I suppose your right Hermione, but I've never had these things before, Dudley surely would have eaten them before I could have any! Anyway, let's start thinking about better things than that little rat, or should I say whale, of a cousin I live with." "I suppose your right; now let's start planning our trip to Diagon Alley!" Harry then became much happier as places he'd never seen sped by the windows of the Granger's clean, blue car, and the two explained some of the more interesting things that they had never heard, about wizard's lives to them. Harry had just been finishing a short explanation on the cards found inside Chocolate frogs, when Mrs. Granger, suddenly announced their arrival. "This is a beautiful house." Harry said. "Wait 'till you see all of the books though!" said Hermione eagerly. They stepped inside the entry way of the house all helping to carry Harry's truck, owl cage and other assorted boxes and bags. "I'm going to go get a move on with our lunch, Herm' why don't you show Harry where he can put his stuff." Mr. Granger said as he pushed a sliding door open leading the way to a black and white tiled kitchen, sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. "'K Daddy, C'mon Harry. You'll love the guestroom, there's a great little place where you can read in there!" Leave it to Hermione; Harry chuckled to himself to know each good reading place in the entire house. "And, what are you snickering over there about?" Hermione asked, doing her best to wear a McGonagall like face, which she pulled off quite well, however Harry could see the laughing sparkle in her eyes behind the stern face, and knew she was joking. "Oh, nothing Granger, anyways, let's hurry up so we can help your mum and dad prepare lunch, Merlin, I'm hungry!" Harry exclaimed, complimenting his thought with a quiet rumble of his stomach almost on cue. "Ok, Harry calm down, we're going, we're going, I mean geez, I'd say you are almost as hungry as Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, referring to the always hungry red-headed Weasley, who had a tendency to always be hungry. The two Hogwarts bound students leapt down the stairs, towards the mouth watering smells being emitted from the kitchen. "You're family sure can cook." stated the boy, as the smells became stronger and stronger as the kitchen approached. "This smells delicious Mr. Granger, you didn't have to make this much food!" "Oh Harry, dad always cooks this much, he was a chef once before his mid-life crisis, and a bloody good one too!" Hermione informed him. "Oh Herm' it wasn't a mid life crisis, merely a change in my employment." Mr. Granger trailed off. All conversation stayed at a minimum as they all began to feast on the elaborate display of foods before them. From end to end of the white wooden table, there were dishes upon dishes of the Granger's fabulous cooking including, chicken with madras curry paste, a new delicacy Harry really enjoyed, a large bowl of red cabbage, a fresh roll of bread with a variety of toppings around it, boiled potatoes, and jaffa cakes for a dessert. By the time the meal was through, everyone was fully stuffed with great foods and drinks. Finally, Harry and Hermione made their way upstairs after a funny muggle television program and a few cups of hot tea each to prepare for their early departure to Diagon Alley and then to Hogwarts for their fifth year of wizarding education. The next morning Mr. and Mrs. Granger were up early preparing food for their trip to London and later came up the stairs to gently wake Harry and Hermione up. After, a long, journey from the Granger's quiet home to the London, Harry and Hermione began to become quite excited at entering the wizarding world which they knew and loved. Mr. and Mrs. Granger unfortunately had to attend a dental convention in muggle London that day, but promised to meet up with the two that night at Gringotts. After, the adults had left, Hermione, being the organized and school obsessed person that she is, took out their lists of necessary school supplies for the year. (Hermione's however, included a list of books which she also wanted to purchase for her own "knowledge and wellbeing," as she liked to put it. They entered and left each store with new things and only did Harry really have to restrain himself from spending all of his money when he came upon a display in "Quality Quidditch Supplies" which featured the "Breakneck2003" a racing broom so advanced that it even surpassed the "Firebolt" a highly expensive yet, quality broom. "That thing is bloody brilliant, where is Ron when you need him, and wow, how much do you reckon that would cost you." The black- haired boy rambled on about the Breakneck2003 despite the lack of response from Hermione Granger standing near by leafing through one of her new textbooks. Although Hermione deeply cared about the Gryffindors winning quidditch matches she just didn't have the same passion for the game as Harry or Ron. Because of his distraction from everything transpiring around him except the Breakneck2003's presence he failed to notice that Hermione had slipped into a nearby shop with the same look on her face which she had while convincing the two boys to go through with the Polyjuice potion during their second year. By the time Hermione returned tucking a small parcel into her bag Harry had succeeded in memorizing the new broom's lengthy description along with Seamus, Dean and Neville who had also been staring at the display for quite some time. Dusk was approaching and Hermione had to nearly drag Harry toward Gringotts where her parents stood waiting looking a little nervous despite the many times which they had now been here. "All ready guys?" Mrs. Granger asked. "That about does it I guess Mum, we bought loads of stuff today, and I found this bloody interesting book on Nifflers, those are wonderful creatures they are, I may buy another copy later for Hagrid, one can never have enough books I say." Both of the Grangers and Harry noticed how strong Hermione became when it came to discussing reading and books. Harry broke the awkward silence though by saying, "So where are we spending the night?" "Unfortunately, the Leaky Cauldron is all booked up for tonight but I found a nice place in London, its muggle, but it has an indoor pool and hot tubs in each room!" Mr. Granger finished. "The company's paying for it." Mrs. Granger said seeing the concerned look on Harry's face. Harry never wanted the Grangers to spend extra money as a result of him. They gathered up their purchases and headed for the hotel in London. Each of them was excited to see the grand pool. The night was fun as all of them swam for many hours in the pool area. However, Mrs. Granger told them that they must get up early the next day at 10:30 and escorted them off to the room. The next morning, after a bagel and a cup of tea each, they left for King's Cross station where Harry and Hermione would need to discreetly travel through platform nine and three quarters. As Harry's trolley rumbled down the wooden platform he could think of nothing more than, the cauldron cakes which he would buy on the train. Because the lack of attention he was paying to the muggles who happened to be staring right at him while he ran through the platform, Harry attracted the attention of one man, who in turn notified many people around him causing a great scene as Hermione quickly went through the platform as well, amid the chaos around her. Luckily, a carefully dressed ministry wizard happened to be around at the time and the problem was solved with only a few adjusted memories. "You reckon its ok, 'Mione? I mean they couldn't have seen too much could they?" said a slightly nervous Harry. In response to his question the same ministry wizard who ha e by and finding the two, walked over to them, looking a little annoyed, to give them a lecture. "You two acting so carelessly, simple things like this can blow d been responsible for the modification of the muggles memories, apparated close the cover that we have tried to protect for so many years. You ought to be more careful next time or I will haul you two off to the ministry for questioning!" The man raved on and on for quite some time until Hermione, (while the man was taking another exasperated breath,) hastily apologized and informed him that they must be going to get onto the Hogwarts Express. The two climbed up the stairs to an empty compartment when Harry heard a familiar voice from behind him, that he knew must belong to Ron Weasley, however he was distracted by another pair of faces inside the train. Could it be? Mr. and Mrs. Mason? Here? In the wizarding world? Going to Hogwarts?
A/N: I know its sorta a cliffie but not really because you can figure out what happens. Please review. please please!! Hopefully, this is going to get interesting! But, please review and tell me!! There's going to be gillyweed in the next chapter!
"Wow", Harry said to Hermione, as they sped along the English countryside towards Hermione's home. "These muggle snacks aren't half bad! I never even knew half of these things existed." Harry mumbled through a mouth full of cheese and cracker sandwiches. "Oh, Harry, your just not used to having all of this great food, maybe I believe that the Dursley's never gave you your fair share of food, but you have to have known about these snacks!", Hermione said, still sounding clearly confused. "I suppose your right Hermione, but I've never had these things before, Dudley surely would have eaten them before I could have any! Anyway, let's start thinking about better things than that little rat, or should I say whale, of a cousin I live with." "I suppose your right; now let's start planning our trip to Diagon Alley!" Harry then became much happier as places he'd never seen sped by the windows of the Granger's clean, blue car, and the two explained some of the more interesting things that they had never heard, about wizard's lives to them. Harry had just been finishing a short explanation on the cards found inside Chocolate frogs, when Mrs. Granger, suddenly announced their arrival. "This is a beautiful house." Harry said. "Wait 'till you see all of the books though!" said Hermione eagerly. They stepped inside the entry way of the house all helping to carry Harry's truck, owl cage and other assorted boxes and bags. "I'm going to go get a move on with our lunch, Herm' why don't you show Harry where he can put his stuff." Mr. Granger said as he pushed a sliding door open leading the way to a black and white tiled kitchen, sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. "'K Daddy, C'mon Harry. You'll love the guestroom, there's a great little place where you can read in there!" Leave it to Hermione; Harry chuckled to himself to know each good reading place in the entire house. "And, what are you snickering over there about?" Hermione asked, doing her best to wear a McGonagall like face, which she pulled off quite well, however Harry could see the laughing sparkle in her eyes behind the stern face, and knew she was joking. "Oh, nothing Granger, anyways, let's hurry up so we can help your mum and dad prepare lunch, Merlin, I'm hungry!" Harry exclaimed, complimenting his thought with a quiet rumble of his stomach almost on cue. "Ok, Harry calm down, we're going, we're going, I mean geez, I'd say you are almost as hungry as Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, referring to the always hungry red-headed Weasley, who had a tendency to always be hungry. The two Hogwarts bound students leapt down the stairs, towards the mouth watering smells being emitted from the kitchen. "You're family sure can cook." stated the boy, as the smells became stronger and stronger as the kitchen approached. "This smells delicious Mr. Granger, you didn't have to make this much food!" "Oh Harry, dad always cooks this much, he was a chef once before his mid-life crisis, and a bloody good one too!" Hermione informed him. "Oh Herm' it wasn't a mid life crisis, merely a change in my employment." Mr. Granger trailed off. All conversation stayed at a minimum as they all began to feast on the elaborate display of foods before them. From end to end of the white wooden table, there were dishes upon dishes of the Granger's fabulous cooking including, chicken with madras curry paste, a new delicacy Harry really enjoyed, a large bowl of red cabbage, a fresh roll of bread with a variety of toppings around it, boiled potatoes, and jaffa cakes for a dessert. By the time the meal was through, everyone was fully stuffed with great foods and drinks. Finally, Harry and Hermione made their way upstairs after a funny muggle television program and a few cups of hot tea each to prepare for their early departure to Diagon Alley and then to Hogwarts for their fifth year of wizarding education. The next morning Mr. and Mrs. Granger were up early preparing food for their trip to London and later came up the stairs to gently wake Harry and Hermione up. After, a long, journey from the Granger's quiet home to the London, Harry and Hermione began to become quite excited at entering the wizarding world which they knew and loved. Mr. and Mrs. Granger unfortunately had to attend a dental convention in muggle London that day, but promised to meet up with the two that night at Gringotts. After, the adults had left, Hermione, being the organized and school obsessed person that she is, took out their lists of necessary school supplies for the year. (Hermione's however, included a list of books which she also wanted to purchase for her own "knowledge and wellbeing," as she liked to put it. They entered and left each store with new things and only did Harry really have to restrain himself from spending all of his money when he came upon a display in "Quality Quidditch Supplies" which featured the "Breakneck2003" a racing broom so advanced that it even surpassed the "Firebolt" a highly expensive yet, quality broom. "That thing is bloody brilliant, where is Ron when you need him, and wow, how much do you reckon that would cost you." The black- haired boy rambled on about the Breakneck2003 despite the lack of response from Hermione Granger standing near by leafing through one of her new textbooks. Although Hermione deeply cared about the Gryffindors winning quidditch matches she just didn't have the same passion for the game as Harry or Ron. Because of his distraction from everything transpiring around him except the Breakneck2003's presence he failed to notice that Hermione had slipped into a nearby shop with the same look on her face which she had while convincing the two boys to go through with the Polyjuice potion during their second year. By the time Hermione returned tucking a small parcel into her bag Harry had succeeded in memorizing the new broom's lengthy description along with Seamus, Dean and Neville who had also been staring at the display for quite some time. Dusk was approaching and Hermione had to nearly drag Harry toward Gringotts where her parents stood waiting looking a little nervous despite the many times which they had now been here. "All ready guys?" Mrs. Granger asked. "That about does it I guess Mum, we bought loads of stuff today, and I found this bloody interesting book on Nifflers, those are wonderful creatures they are, I may buy another copy later for Hagrid, one can never have enough books I say." Both of the Grangers and Harry noticed how strong Hermione became when it came to discussing reading and books. Harry broke the awkward silence though by saying, "So where are we spending the night?" "Unfortunately, the Leaky Cauldron is all booked up for tonight but I found a nice place in London, its muggle, but it has an indoor pool and hot tubs in each room!" Mr. Granger finished. "The company's paying for it." Mrs. Granger said seeing the concerned look on Harry's face. Harry never wanted the Grangers to spend extra money as a result of him. They gathered up their purchases and headed for the hotel in London. Each of them was excited to see the grand pool. The night was fun as all of them swam for many hours in the pool area. However, Mrs. Granger told them that they must get up early the next day at 10:30 and escorted them off to the room. The next morning, after a bagel and a cup of tea each, they left for King's Cross station where Harry and Hermione would need to discreetly travel through platform nine and three quarters. As Harry's trolley rumbled down the wooden platform he could think of nothing more than, the cauldron cakes which he would buy on the train. Because the lack of attention he was paying to the muggles who happened to be staring right at him while he ran through the platform, Harry attracted the attention of one man, who in turn notified many people around him causing a great scene as Hermione quickly went through the platform as well, amid the chaos around her. Luckily, a carefully dressed ministry wizard happened to be around at the time and the problem was solved with only a few adjusted memories. "You reckon its ok, 'Mione? I mean they couldn't have seen too much could they?" said a slightly nervous Harry. In response to his question the same ministry wizard who ha e by and finding the two, walked over to them, looking a little annoyed, to give them a lecture. "You two acting so carelessly, simple things like this can blow d been responsible for the modification of the muggles memories, apparated close the cover that we have tried to protect for so many years. You ought to be more careful next time or I will haul you two off to the ministry for questioning!" The man raved on and on for quite some time until Hermione, (while the man was taking another exasperated breath,) hastily apologized and informed him that they must be going to get onto the Hogwarts Express. The two climbed up the stairs to an empty compartment when Harry heard a familiar voice from behind him, that he knew must belong to Ron Weasley, however he was distracted by another pair of faces inside the train. Could it be? Mr. and Mrs. Mason? Here? In the wizarding world? Going to Hogwarts?
A/N: I know its sorta a cliffie but not really because you can figure out what happens. Please review. please please!! Hopefully, this is going to get interesting! But, please review and tell me!! There's going to be gillyweed in the next chapter!