A/N Thanks to all that reviewed. Since, I don't have any homework tonight.
OMIGOD!! I'll write a second chapter to this. LOL! Oh and here's some
thanks to those that reviewed. And sorry this took so long to get up and
running, but you know what it's like at the end of the year. Exams and
major projects, wow, someone pinch me. (I'm being sarcastic by the way). Oh
and hope you like the myth, it's out of a book I got on Scottish fairy
tales (I'm a pure Scottish Canadian, LOL).
Emily Pitt- thanks for the compliments.
Marissa03- Thanks, I think the same thing too.
Icyangel- even though you didn't have the absolutely nicest review. I still thank you, because you gave me your honest opinion. Thanks. And don't worry. When I get Draco to school, he'll be the same old mean Draco.
Ok, now on with my story
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the settings or characters, or then I think I would be writing hp novels not fanfics based on them. Also the fairy tale included in this is based on a real Scottish myth called the Witch of Fife, with some of mine own modifications of course. Only Alice and the tour guide belong to me.
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Dear Ron (and Harry if you're there yet),
Hi, how are you doing? Me? Great! And in reply to your last letter you sent me. My parents say it's ok for me to meet you two at Diagon Alley on August 25th. Hope to see you there! Oh and I can't believe it, I'm having a great time in Scotland. It's so.magical. Thousands of magical creature's homes are founded here. And it's making a wonderful Care of Magical Creatures report. So I'm taking as much notes as possible and also researching so in case Hagrid ever assigns a report, I'll have lots of information. Of course, my Aunt Alice ruins the whole thing. Always laughing at me and saying it's so cute how I TRY to be so smart. For once I feel like breaking a wizard's law, and hexing her. Hope you enjoyed my present, Harry, by the way. Looking forward to seeing you on August 25th.
Love, Hermione
Hermoine had just signed her name when her mom harked to her to shut her light out and go to bed. She did just that.
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The next day, she and her family were to go on a tour (most likely for her report that isn't even assigned yet) of an old Scottish castle located in the ancient land of the Kingdom of Fife in the north. When they arrived, Hermione was struck in awe. Never had she seen such a beautiful and familiar place. There were numerous willows and oaks around the castle. The castle itself was an exact replica of the Hogwart's castle! Of course this castle was crumbling and not full of magic like Hogwarts, but to Hermione's trained eye, it was like the same blueprints were used for both. The towers, the stairs, the doors even the windows were located in the same place in this castle compared to Hogwarts.
"Oh, Mom, this looks exactly like Hogwarts," exclaimed Hermione in an almost dreamy voice.
"Does it really?" asked her father with a voice like a child who just discovered a delightful secret.
"It really does, of course Hogwarts is in much better condition! Do you know if there is any wizards or witches around here, Mom?" questioned Hermione with her eyes twinkling that sort of looked like Dumbledore's.
"No honey, I don't know if there is or not," answered Mrs. Granger with a true sorry face. "Maybe one of your book will tell you more about that."
Aunt Alice with her balding head, rosy cheeks and homespun dresses looked admiringly down at Hermione and sweetly implied, "Why, what talk ye have. Ye can barely cross a brae (A/N: Scottish for brook). What makes ye think ye can solve a mystery. Sherlock Holmes, you ain't. Thy ought to keep your mouth silent. Ye will make a fool of yerself and me. 'Tis the truth dearie."
"Leave the child alone, Alice," exclaimed Mr.Granger.
"Didn't mean to insult ye! If it is that big of a thing to thee, I'll be talking me own advice, I shall. Ye won't hear a peep from me that may be hurtin' the child. But don't worry Hermie there ain't been a witch or wizard in Scotland since.. ," started Alice.
A young man with many freckles and an irresponsible boyish look walked by. He had a rectangular, silver tag attached to his shirt that read 'Alec McDonald: Tour Guide'. He most likely heard them talking and interrupted, "Since the Witches of Laggan, Delnabo, and Fife!"
"So there was witches or wizards here, at one time," said Mr. Granger with a hungry expression.
"Yes there were witches here at one point. Some say they still are alive somewhere hiding in that there castle. Cause after the one famous tale of them, there wasn't any more. It's like they disappeared, or most likely just died out. Who knows! All we know is that the one warlock or wizard in this group, built this here castle," answered Alec with a mystical voice.
"WOW!" exclaimed Hermione, who forgot all about her Aunt Alice for a second or two.
As Alice Granger yawned she said, "oh that's so interesting, now Herman and Katie (A/N: Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Just names I made up, does anyone know their real first names?) , We are to be at the Drawfie Stone in 5 minutes."
"Oh, can I stay and talk about this a bit more with him Dad?" pleaded Hermione.
"Why.." said Alice wonderingly.
"Why of course you can, if you want too. Just stay with Mr. McDonald here Hermione. That won't be any trouble, right sir?" said Mr. Granger.
"No problem, sir. I'm on my break, but I was planning to stay around for a bit anyway. As long as she doesn't be annoying, I have no problem with this," replied Alec.
"Great, here is 5 pounds, I will give you more when I leave. And don't worry Hermione won't get too annoying," said Mr. Granger, as he pulled out a 5 pound note.
"No! No need to pay me, sir! I always love showing kids like your daughter around," exclaimed Alec.
And at that, the three grown-ups left to see the legendary Dwarfie Stone. Hermione was listening intently, "now I will have some information for History of Magic too. If there is any real magic here." They approached an old graveyard surrounded by pines. Most of the graves were overgrown with mosses and plants. But Alec still seemed to know whom most of them belonged to. When Alec was talking about Clyde Morrison, two small graves caught Hermione's eye. They were side by side, she silently stepped forward and removed the moss from both and pushed away the plants.
"What are you doing down there Miss. Granger. Those are the graves of the builders of this fair castle. I believe they were brother and sister, but I'm not sure. Why what's the matter, you look like you have seen a ghost," said Alec as he looked down at the white-faced, young girl, with her eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"Th-h-he names. L-oo-o-k a-at the nam-me-s," stammered Hermione.
"Why, look at that, the sister had the same first name as you. No big deal, Miss. Granger. I bet lots of famous and not so famous people have Alec as a first name as well. Yes-siree, Hermione and Kalbus Dumbledore, God rests their souls. There's supposed to be a twin castle of this somewhere, where they copied the design. And that castle was a school for magical folk of some kind, as I understand it," said Alec, as he went on. Hermione wasn't listening after the mention of Hogwarts. She just stared at the tombstones in amazement and went into a daze.
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How did you like it, I made this chapter a lot longer. The myth I guess will be going into the next chapter instead. Please read and review and try not to flame.
Emily Pitt- thanks for the compliments.
Marissa03- Thanks, I think the same thing too.
Icyangel- even though you didn't have the absolutely nicest review. I still thank you, because you gave me your honest opinion. Thanks. And don't worry. When I get Draco to school, he'll be the same old mean Draco.
Ok, now on with my story
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the settings or characters, or then I think I would be writing hp novels not fanfics based on them. Also the fairy tale included in this is based on a real Scottish myth called the Witch of Fife, with some of mine own modifications of course. Only Alice and the tour guide belong to me.
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Dear Ron (and Harry if you're there yet),
Hi, how are you doing? Me? Great! And in reply to your last letter you sent me. My parents say it's ok for me to meet you two at Diagon Alley on August 25th. Hope to see you there! Oh and I can't believe it, I'm having a great time in Scotland. It's so.magical. Thousands of magical creature's homes are founded here. And it's making a wonderful Care of Magical Creatures report. So I'm taking as much notes as possible and also researching so in case Hagrid ever assigns a report, I'll have lots of information. Of course, my Aunt Alice ruins the whole thing. Always laughing at me and saying it's so cute how I TRY to be so smart. For once I feel like breaking a wizard's law, and hexing her. Hope you enjoyed my present, Harry, by the way. Looking forward to seeing you on August 25th.
Love, Hermione
Hermoine had just signed her name when her mom harked to her to shut her light out and go to bed. She did just that.
***
The next day, she and her family were to go on a tour (most likely for her report that isn't even assigned yet) of an old Scottish castle located in the ancient land of the Kingdom of Fife in the north. When they arrived, Hermione was struck in awe. Never had she seen such a beautiful and familiar place. There were numerous willows and oaks around the castle. The castle itself was an exact replica of the Hogwart's castle! Of course this castle was crumbling and not full of magic like Hogwarts, but to Hermione's trained eye, it was like the same blueprints were used for both. The towers, the stairs, the doors even the windows were located in the same place in this castle compared to Hogwarts.
"Oh, Mom, this looks exactly like Hogwarts," exclaimed Hermione in an almost dreamy voice.
"Does it really?" asked her father with a voice like a child who just discovered a delightful secret.
"It really does, of course Hogwarts is in much better condition! Do you know if there is any wizards or witches around here, Mom?" questioned Hermione with her eyes twinkling that sort of looked like Dumbledore's.
"No honey, I don't know if there is or not," answered Mrs. Granger with a true sorry face. "Maybe one of your book will tell you more about that."
Aunt Alice with her balding head, rosy cheeks and homespun dresses looked admiringly down at Hermione and sweetly implied, "Why, what talk ye have. Ye can barely cross a brae (A/N: Scottish for brook). What makes ye think ye can solve a mystery. Sherlock Holmes, you ain't. Thy ought to keep your mouth silent. Ye will make a fool of yerself and me. 'Tis the truth dearie."
"Leave the child alone, Alice," exclaimed Mr.Granger.
"Didn't mean to insult ye! If it is that big of a thing to thee, I'll be talking me own advice, I shall. Ye won't hear a peep from me that may be hurtin' the child. But don't worry Hermie there ain't been a witch or wizard in Scotland since.. ," started Alice.
A young man with many freckles and an irresponsible boyish look walked by. He had a rectangular, silver tag attached to his shirt that read 'Alec McDonald: Tour Guide'. He most likely heard them talking and interrupted, "Since the Witches of Laggan, Delnabo, and Fife!"
"So there was witches or wizards here, at one time," said Mr. Granger with a hungry expression.
"Yes there were witches here at one point. Some say they still are alive somewhere hiding in that there castle. Cause after the one famous tale of them, there wasn't any more. It's like they disappeared, or most likely just died out. Who knows! All we know is that the one warlock or wizard in this group, built this here castle," answered Alec with a mystical voice.
"WOW!" exclaimed Hermione, who forgot all about her Aunt Alice for a second or two.
As Alice Granger yawned she said, "oh that's so interesting, now Herman and Katie (A/N: Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Just names I made up, does anyone know their real first names?) , We are to be at the Drawfie Stone in 5 minutes."
"Oh, can I stay and talk about this a bit more with him Dad?" pleaded Hermione.
"Why.." said Alice wonderingly.
"Why of course you can, if you want too. Just stay with Mr. McDonald here Hermione. That won't be any trouble, right sir?" said Mr. Granger.
"No problem, sir. I'm on my break, but I was planning to stay around for a bit anyway. As long as she doesn't be annoying, I have no problem with this," replied Alec.
"Great, here is 5 pounds, I will give you more when I leave. And don't worry Hermione won't get too annoying," said Mr. Granger, as he pulled out a 5 pound note.
"No! No need to pay me, sir! I always love showing kids like your daughter around," exclaimed Alec.
And at that, the three grown-ups left to see the legendary Dwarfie Stone. Hermione was listening intently, "now I will have some information for History of Magic too. If there is any real magic here." They approached an old graveyard surrounded by pines. Most of the graves were overgrown with mosses and plants. But Alec still seemed to know whom most of them belonged to. When Alec was talking about Clyde Morrison, two small graves caught Hermione's eye. They were side by side, she silently stepped forward and removed the moss from both and pushed away the plants.
"What are you doing down there Miss. Granger. Those are the graves of the builders of this fair castle. I believe they were brother and sister, but I'm not sure. Why what's the matter, you look like you have seen a ghost," said Alec as he looked down at the white-faced, young girl, with her eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"Th-h-he names. L-oo-o-k a-at the nam-me-s," stammered Hermione.
"Why, look at that, the sister had the same first name as you. No big deal, Miss. Granger. I bet lots of famous and not so famous people have Alec as a first name as well. Yes-siree, Hermione and Kalbus Dumbledore, God rests their souls. There's supposed to be a twin castle of this somewhere, where they copied the design. And that castle was a school for magical folk of some kind, as I understand it," said Alec, as he went on. Hermione wasn't listening after the mention of Hogwarts. She just stared at the tombstones in amazement and went into a daze.
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How did you like it, I made this chapter a lot longer. The myth I guess will be going into the next chapter instead. Please read and review and try not to flame.
