AN: Howdy partner! ::suddenly realizes how weird and disturbing that was
and shudders:: Erm...... I got this idea out of only God knows where. I
suddenly got an itching in my writing fingers and went SHA-ZAM!! I had an
idea. Please tell me if this is stupid and completely weird. Flames
are.......appreciated in a way (meaning I'll respond to them). Reviews keep
me alive. I need them like.......what's it called? Oh, yeah, ox-ee-gen.
::Breathes in::
Oh, and anyone who can tell me what the title means gets an e-mail of chappy 2 ahead of time!!! (Anyone who knows French or has knowledge of a translater online. More than one person can guess right and get a chappy e- mail too. Prizes may take a while to be shipped.)
Disclaimer: Queen Rowling holds sole possession of all my dreams' characters. Ahhh, What a sad world we live in.........
Summary/Plot: In an old castle, a parchment is unrolled. In gold and silver letters, the fancy script sparkled in the flickering fire. The old man went to sit down. The letters whispered outloud in a many voices, "We believe in the angel, Natasha, and her husband, Evan. The prophecy states.........." Oh, what a weird year this will become for a couple Hogwarts students.
Chapter 1: My, My, Summer Is.......Different
Hermione Granger snorted as she laughed. This 'American Idol' judge was hilarius, but truthful.
"Last time I said someone was the worst singer in America, but you, you are the worst singer in the world." The man, Simon, spat. Hermione couldn't help it, she doubled over at the pained look on the contestant.
It was summer holidays and she was a different person entirely. Snorting like a pig and saying to her mum, "What homework?"
Her hair was still frizzy, and it had no shape. The only thing that looked good with her hair was a ponytail or just letting it wild. Hermione's figure was very hidden, almost as if she were hiding a third breast or an arm from her belly button.
Hermione yawned and stuffed another cheeto in her mouth. "Dear God! Who do these people think they are??"
The ridiculous singers, (some of whom you would scream "That doesn't deserve to be called a singer!!"), continued to belt out crazy songs.
"Hermione!! Did you do the holiday's homework!" Mrs. Granger screamed up to the den in which Hermione resided.
"Huh?" She zoned into the silly people on TV.
"School's tomarrow, missy! Get your arse down here and do that homework, or I'll personally throw your clothes out the window and kick you out!!!" Hermione snapped back to reality.
"Merde! How could I forget school starts!! Merlin, when do I get a break???" Hermione ran down the stairs, quickly avoiding the death glare sent by her 'knowing' parents.
"Erm.......I only have a couple subjects." She skidded to a halt and took out five books.
"Only a couple?" Mr. Granger teased, seeing the piles of books.
"Yes." Hermione quickly wrote in big, wavy letters. "Transfiguration........ humans....... dangerous.......people.......screw- ups, no, simple errors...... troubling results....... arms missing........ memory loss....... no knowledge of prior training....... conclusion is that it is dangerous and shouldn't be done without, erm, proper instructions and permission from the, erm, candidate or subject." She muttered as she completed the 4' parchment. (AN: That is like almost four pages. 11 inches on a paper.......)
"Done."
Dear, it's 9:05, almost time to hit the sack. School is going to be a long drive." Mrs. Granger poured some tea into her cup and sat down with her husband, chatting about a 'spiffy' root canale.
"Almost done." Hermione pulled out her Care of Magical Creatures book and loaded her quill with more ink. She began drawing an ellagant unicorn and a pegasus flying. She wrote a four-sentence paragraph saying why she liked the animals. She made sure to write the words, 'misunderstood' and 'not a beast, they need care too'.
"Just a bit more." She took out a wand and turned the flower vase into a turtle and back five times, shoving a perfect turtle into her cat's never- used cage.
"Almost there!" She hollered to her parents, who were complaining that it was 9:32. This was like super-speed work she was doing, but did it matter? No.
She took outa parchment and scribbled down loopy letters of the elements needed to breed a successful Demitorfel.
"Hermione!! It's 10:00. Bed now!!!" Screamed her father from the top of the stairs. "Get up at eight and get ready before nine."
"Sure thing, Dad." Hermione shoved all her papers ontop of her trunk and headed upstairs.
Little did she know, that she only did four subjects. Didn't she take out five books?
Under the kitchen table lay a text, forgotten, with a shiny A glowing in the florescent lights. Last-minute was very un-Hermione. You can probably tell she sorta' changed.
At midnight Mrs. Granger threw the book into her pen trunk and turned off the lights. "I hope she does us well. God knows why we need her to."
~*~*~*~*~
AN: Is 5 reviews too much?? Oh pwetty pwease review. I need to be inspired!! I promise this will be as good as I can make it! It does have a point!!!!
Oh, see ya. And
Have a Sexy Day.
b*o*s @-`----
Oh, and anyone who can tell me what the title means gets an e-mail of chappy 2 ahead of time!!! (Anyone who knows French or has knowledge of a translater online. More than one person can guess right and get a chappy e- mail too. Prizes may take a while to be shipped.)
Disclaimer: Queen Rowling holds sole possession of all my dreams' characters. Ahhh, What a sad world we live in.........
Summary/Plot: In an old castle, a parchment is unrolled. In gold and silver letters, the fancy script sparkled in the flickering fire. The old man went to sit down. The letters whispered outloud in a many voices, "We believe in the angel, Natasha, and her husband, Evan. The prophecy states.........." Oh, what a weird year this will become for a couple Hogwarts students.
Chapter 1: My, My, Summer Is.......Different
Hermione Granger snorted as she laughed. This 'American Idol' judge was hilarius, but truthful.
"Last time I said someone was the worst singer in America, but you, you are the worst singer in the world." The man, Simon, spat. Hermione couldn't help it, she doubled over at the pained look on the contestant.
It was summer holidays and she was a different person entirely. Snorting like a pig and saying to her mum, "What homework?"
Her hair was still frizzy, and it had no shape. The only thing that looked good with her hair was a ponytail or just letting it wild. Hermione's figure was very hidden, almost as if she were hiding a third breast or an arm from her belly button.
Hermione yawned and stuffed another cheeto in her mouth. "Dear God! Who do these people think they are??"
The ridiculous singers, (some of whom you would scream "That doesn't deserve to be called a singer!!"), continued to belt out crazy songs.
"Hermione!! Did you do the holiday's homework!" Mrs. Granger screamed up to the den in which Hermione resided.
"Huh?" She zoned into the silly people on TV.
"School's tomarrow, missy! Get your arse down here and do that homework, or I'll personally throw your clothes out the window and kick you out!!!" Hermione snapped back to reality.
"Merde! How could I forget school starts!! Merlin, when do I get a break???" Hermione ran down the stairs, quickly avoiding the death glare sent by her 'knowing' parents.
"Erm.......I only have a couple subjects." She skidded to a halt and took out five books.
"Only a couple?" Mr. Granger teased, seeing the piles of books.
"Yes." Hermione quickly wrote in big, wavy letters. "Transfiguration........ humans....... dangerous.......people.......screw- ups, no, simple errors...... troubling results....... arms missing........ memory loss....... no knowledge of prior training....... conclusion is that it is dangerous and shouldn't be done without, erm, proper instructions and permission from the, erm, candidate or subject." She muttered as she completed the 4' parchment. (AN: That is like almost four pages. 11 inches on a paper.......)
"Done."
Dear, it's 9:05, almost time to hit the sack. School is going to be a long drive." Mrs. Granger poured some tea into her cup and sat down with her husband, chatting about a 'spiffy' root canale.
"Almost done." Hermione pulled out her Care of Magical Creatures book and loaded her quill with more ink. She began drawing an ellagant unicorn and a pegasus flying. She wrote a four-sentence paragraph saying why she liked the animals. She made sure to write the words, 'misunderstood' and 'not a beast, they need care too'.
"Just a bit more." She took out a wand and turned the flower vase into a turtle and back five times, shoving a perfect turtle into her cat's never- used cage.
"Almost there!" She hollered to her parents, who were complaining that it was 9:32. This was like super-speed work she was doing, but did it matter? No.
She took outa parchment and scribbled down loopy letters of the elements needed to breed a successful Demitorfel.
"Hermione!! It's 10:00. Bed now!!!" Screamed her father from the top of the stairs. "Get up at eight and get ready before nine."
"Sure thing, Dad." Hermione shoved all her papers ontop of her trunk and headed upstairs.
Little did she know, that she only did four subjects. Didn't she take out five books?
Under the kitchen table lay a text, forgotten, with a shiny A glowing in the florescent lights. Last-minute was very un-Hermione. You can probably tell she sorta' changed.
At midnight Mrs. Granger threw the book into her pen trunk and turned off the lights. "I hope she does us well. God knows why we need her to."
~*~*~*~*~
AN: Is 5 reviews too much?? Oh pwetty pwease review. I need to be inspired!! I promise this will be as good as I can make it! It does have a point!!!!
Oh, see ya. And
Have a Sexy Day.
b*o*s @-`----