Hope
Chapter 2: Meeting Hope
By: Razzberry
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, like every other fanfic writer in the world. Any questions? P.S. I can talk faster than yoooooooooouuuuu.(I don't know why I put that in.but tolerate my quirks, and me)
A/N: YAY! 6 reviews! I am soooooo happy! Maybe that's not much of an accomplishment for most people, but it is for me! YAY! Oh, and, just so you know, the asterisks and Harry's thoughts.
Meanwhile, the "communicators," Ron and Hermione, were at the Weasley's home sweet home 'the Burrow,' arguing fiercely about nothing in particular.
"Ron, how many times do I have to tell you? If you want to conquer your weaknesses, you have to approach it, not run away!" Hermione screeched exasperatingly, holding out a rather large jar of squirming arachnids.
"Get that---thing---away from me! I do not want to conquer my weaknesses, or whatever it was that you said." Ron hopped gingerly around, brandishing a fiery red poker at the container.
Hermione sighed. "Can't you see I'm trying to help you? You're going to continue to be scared of spiders all your life if you don't do something?" Hermione walked purposefully forward, waving the canister in front of Ron. "You see, they're certainly not going to hurt you. They're just plain, ordinary, boring, black, little insects. You see?"
Ron relaxed. "You're right, Hermione. They're just stupid little bugs. What could they do to me?" Just then, Hermione carefully unscrewed the jar. Ron took a deep breath.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a spider!!!!!!!!!!!! Get it away, get it away, get it away, get it away!!!!!" Ron bellowed, jumping on top of the table. He thrusted the poker into the receptacle, attempting to combust the insects.
At that moment, Harry Potter entered the chaotic room, highly amused to see one of his best friends madly dashing about his living quarters, wielding a large poker at a container of disturbed, however harmless, arachnids.
Ron appeared to have noticed this, and threw down the "defensive weapon," thereby badly singing his eyebrows.
With a wave of her wand, Hermione repaired the damage and tutted loudly.
Within all this commotion, Percy Weasley stuck out his head and roared: "Could you keep it down? I'm working on my cauldron bottom report!"
Harry shook his head in bewilderment. "Huh? Why is he still doing that report?"
"You know he's been fired.but Percy thinks that if he makes this assignment really good, they'll rehire him. He spends day and night 'working' on this. I'm sure he'll get rehired at the rate he's going." Ron chortled audibly for the first time of the day.
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The next day, the Weasley family, and their visitors, headed out to Diagon Alley together. After a short trip to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, Harry, Ron, and Hermione set out to buy new robes, schoolbooks, potion replacements, and other school supplies they would need for the year. For the second year, Harry and Hermione pried Ron away from Quality Quidditch Supplies, which had recently accumulated a whole new stock of Chudley Cannons fan gear.
In Flourish and Blotts, they ran into Ginny and her friends. Harry casually glanced over at the trio and his eyes (metaphysically, of course) popped out. Standing in between redheaded Ginny and a short blond-haired demoiselle was another girl, but Harry knew just by looking at her that she was no ordinary "another girl." No, that was too plain. He could just sense something special about her. Something that made him feel like this girl knew all about him, all his troubles, all his adversities, all his misfortunes. She looked like somebody you could tell a secret to.
But why? Maybe it was her pale moonshine skin that almost sparkled in the sun? Was it was her thick raven hair and long eyelashes that nearly spoke with a wisdom of its own? Is it the entire demeanor, the aura about her? Or maybe it was the striking amber eyes that looked, no, almost gazing, into you, reading you like a mirror? This Harry never knew. All he knew was that he had just set eyes on the girl he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.
"Erm." Harry stuttered nervously. "What are your names?" Actually, all he cared about was the mysterious raven girl, but he couldn't let Ron know that.
The raven girl smiled shyly. "I'm Hope Marie Rozelle. Are you really Harry Potter? Ginny's told me ever so much about you." She whispered in a sweet, musical voice.
*Hope.hope.hope.what a beautiful name.*
Harry was so caught in his dreams he almost didn't catch the other girl's name. . The blondie spoke up. She had an articulated manner of speaking as well, but she was mellower.
"Of course he's Harry Potter, Hopie. Who else would he be?"
*No doubt she was the ringleader in the group. She has a way with leadership and ordering people around. Harry chuckled softly.
"I'm Courtney Kaye. We're both in Gryffindor. Hey! Ginny told us that you and Hermy over there were both Prefects. That is just so cool!"
*Add bubbly and nickname prone to my list.
On his right, Hermione muttered softly to herself. "Hermy? HERMY? Who does Ms. Courtney think she is?"
Harry cleared his throat and answered back.
"Yeah, that's right. We're both Prefects. Believe me, I was shocked by the news. I didn't know I would get picked."
*No need to talk about falling off the bed.
"Why wouldn't you? From what I've heard, you're not a bad student. Anyway, Dumbledore likes you the best. Everyone knows that." Courtney demanded.
*Did I say forceful and confident?
Harry shrugged.
He also took a closer look at "Ms. Courtney Kaye." She was quite a tiny girl, with blue eyes and very straight teeth. Her thin darkish blonde hair contrasted with a sudden smattering of freckles. Somehow this proved her forcefulness and the ability to win arguments.
*In the Muggle world, she would be a very good lawyer.
"That proves my point! I'm always right!" Courtney said triumphantly.
"Court," Ginny giggled. "Give him a break. Harry doesn't really know you yet. Next time, he'll no better."
She turned to Harry. "Never make a bet with her. Last time I did, I had to be a slave to an entire week. That girl is unmerciful."
The "slave-driver" playfully giggled as heartily as the others did.
~*********************************************************************~
Later that night, Harry sat in bed, anxious for the next day at the Hogwarts Express. Finally, when he slept, he had no bad dreams that night. A shimmery cloud reflected onto the water, delicately whispering: "Hope.hope.hope."
A/N:
Reviews
Never again: Thank you soooooo much! Also, thanks for putting me on your favorite author's list! You're the best!
Zubie: I tried to make the chappies shorter this time. Is it better?
Sompersun: Well, now I have the second chapter on, maybe the plot is a little clearer.
Frostyangels: Thanks for the advice. The plot right now is a little hazy to me, too, but I have an idea.
Thistle: I know, don't you like the "communicate" part? Maybe you can be the first reviewer for this chapter, if you're fast! PS, thanks for putting me on your fave author's and stories.
HermioneG15: Yay! My first reviewer! You're right, I did make Harry a Prefect because it has to do with the story. Thanks for reviewing!
Also, I gotta thank Moonstar-Jo for putting me on her favorite author's list! IF you're still reading this, you're the best!
Chapter 2: Meeting Hope
By: Razzberry
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, like every other fanfic writer in the world. Any questions? P.S. I can talk faster than yoooooooooouuuuu.(I don't know why I put that in.but tolerate my quirks, and me)
A/N: YAY! 6 reviews! I am soooooo happy! Maybe that's not much of an accomplishment for most people, but it is for me! YAY! Oh, and, just so you know, the asterisks and Harry's thoughts.
Meanwhile, the "communicators," Ron and Hermione, were at the Weasley's home sweet home 'the Burrow,' arguing fiercely about nothing in particular.
"Ron, how many times do I have to tell you? If you want to conquer your weaknesses, you have to approach it, not run away!" Hermione screeched exasperatingly, holding out a rather large jar of squirming arachnids.
"Get that---thing---away from me! I do not want to conquer my weaknesses, or whatever it was that you said." Ron hopped gingerly around, brandishing a fiery red poker at the container.
Hermione sighed. "Can't you see I'm trying to help you? You're going to continue to be scared of spiders all your life if you don't do something?" Hermione walked purposefully forward, waving the canister in front of Ron. "You see, they're certainly not going to hurt you. They're just plain, ordinary, boring, black, little insects. You see?"
Ron relaxed. "You're right, Hermione. They're just stupid little bugs. What could they do to me?" Just then, Hermione carefully unscrewed the jar. Ron took a deep breath.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a spider!!!!!!!!!!!! Get it away, get it away, get it away, get it away!!!!!" Ron bellowed, jumping on top of the table. He thrusted the poker into the receptacle, attempting to combust the insects.
At that moment, Harry Potter entered the chaotic room, highly amused to see one of his best friends madly dashing about his living quarters, wielding a large poker at a container of disturbed, however harmless, arachnids.
Ron appeared to have noticed this, and threw down the "defensive weapon," thereby badly singing his eyebrows.
With a wave of her wand, Hermione repaired the damage and tutted loudly.
Within all this commotion, Percy Weasley stuck out his head and roared: "Could you keep it down? I'm working on my cauldron bottom report!"
Harry shook his head in bewilderment. "Huh? Why is he still doing that report?"
"You know he's been fired.but Percy thinks that if he makes this assignment really good, they'll rehire him. He spends day and night 'working' on this. I'm sure he'll get rehired at the rate he's going." Ron chortled audibly for the first time of the day.
~*********************************************************************~
The next day, the Weasley family, and their visitors, headed out to Diagon Alley together. After a short trip to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, Harry, Ron, and Hermione set out to buy new robes, schoolbooks, potion replacements, and other school supplies they would need for the year. For the second year, Harry and Hermione pried Ron away from Quality Quidditch Supplies, which had recently accumulated a whole new stock of Chudley Cannons fan gear.
In Flourish and Blotts, they ran into Ginny and her friends. Harry casually glanced over at the trio and his eyes (metaphysically, of course) popped out. Standing in between redheaded Ginny and a short blond-haired demoiselle was another girl, but Harry knew just by looking at her that she was no ordinary "another girl." No, that was too plain. He could just sense something special about her. Something that made him feel like this girl knew all about him, all his troubles, all his adversities, all his misfortunes. She looked like somebody you could tell a secret to.
But why? Maybe it was her pale moonshine skin that almost sparkled in the sun? Was it was her thick raven hair and long eyelashes that nearly spoke with a wisdom of its own? Is it the entire demeanor, the aura about her? Or maybe it was the striking amber eyes that looked, no, almost gazing, into you, reading you like a mirror? This Harry never knew. All he knew was that he had just set eyes on the girl he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.
"Erm." Harry stuttered nervously. "What are your names?" Actually, all he cared about was the mysterious raven girl, but he couldn't let Ron know that.
The raven girl smiled shyly. "I'm Hope Marie Rozelle. Are you really Harry Potter? Ginny's told me ever so much about you." She whispered in a sweet, musical voice.
*Hope.hope.hope.what a beautiful name.*
Harry was so caught in his dreams he almost didn't catch the other girl's name. . The blondie spoke up. She had an articulated manner of speaking as well, but she was mellower.
"Of course he's Harry Potter, Hopie. Who else would he be?"
*No doubt she was the ringleader in the group. She has a way with leadership and ordering people around. Harry chuckled softly.
"I'm Courtney Kaye. We're both in Gryffindor. Hey! Ginny told us that you and Hermy over there were both Prefects. That is just so cool!"
*Add bubbly and nickname prone to my list.
On his right, Hermione muttered softly to herself. "Hermy? HERMY? Who does Ms. Courtney think she is?"
Harry cleared his throat and answered back.
"Yeah, that's right. We're both Prefects. Believe me, I was shocked by the news. I didn't know I would get picked."
*No need to talk about falling off the bed.
"Why wouldn't you? From what I've heard, you're not a bad student. Anyway, Dumbledore likes you the best. Everyone knows that." Courtney demanded.
*Did I say forceful and confident?
Harry shrugged.
He also took a closer look at "Ms. Courtney Kaye." She was quite a tiny girl, with blue eyes and very straight teeth. Her thin darkish blonde hair contrasted with a sudden smattering of freckles. Somehow this proved her forcefulness and the ability to win arguments.
*In the Muggle world, she would be a very good lawyer.
"That proves my point! I'm always right!" Courtney said triumphantly.
"Court," Ginny giggled. "Give him a break. Harry doesn't really know you yet. Next time, he'll no better."
She turned to Harry. "Never make a bet with her. Last time I did, I had to be a slave to an entire week. That girl is unmerciful."
The "slave-driver" playfully giggled as heartily as the others did.
~*********************************************************************~
Later that night, Harry sat in bed, anxious for the next day at the Hogwarts Express. Finally, when he slept, he had no bad dreams that night. A shimmery cloud reflected onto the water, delicately whispering: "Hope.hope.hope."
A/N:
Reviews
Never again: Thank you soooooo much! Also, thanks for putting me on your favorite author's list! You're the best!
Zubie: I tried to make the chappies shorter this time. Is it better?
Sompersun: Well, now I have the second chapter on, maybe the plot is a little clearer.
Frostyangels: Thanks for the advice. The plot right now is a little hazy to me, too, but I have an idea.
Thistle: I know, don't you like the "communicate" part? Maybe you can be the first reviewer for this chapter, if you're fast! PS, thanks for putting me on your fave author's and stories.
HermioneG15: Yay! My first reviewer! You're right, I did make Harry a Prefect because it has to do with the story. Thanks for reviewing!
Also, I gotta thank Moonstar-Jo for putting me on her favorite author's list! IF you're still reading this, you're the best!