Harry Potter and the Book of Dust

Chapter 3: The Neckless of Orleans


Authors Note:I'm sooooo sorry that I haven't updated in like forever. But as a reward for being patent. You get a longer chapter. Maybe. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed. All thirtythree of you. Props to you. I would like to thank you individually, but that only takes up so much space and deceives the reader into thinking there is more story then there really is. So I'll cut this quick, and a big thank you and forgive me, to all of you out there. On with the story.

Disclaimer:I don't own anything in this story but the plot, the neckless, and whatever comes to my mind to create later. All else is owned by the great J.K Rowling and WB. :-D I don't see why we have to write these. As if there is anyone out there dimwitted enough to believe that we might own Harry Potter. Gads. Anywhoo. Enjoy.




I trudged behind Mione, holding up my end of the trunk as we made our way to the car. I watched the way her silky auburn hair swished back and forth as she walked. It was amazing that even though she herself seemed to glide, other aspects did not.

We opened the back of the car and roughly shoved my trunk inside. She beckoned to me, as she sat on the edge of the sidewalk.

I joined her, pulled my knees up to my chest, and drew designs in the dirt. For some reason, it didn't feel like I was hanging out with the same Hermione. It actually wasn't that long since I had last seen her, but it felt like decades.

She was always so smart, and part of the ever confusing female race, suffice to say. What would I be able to talk to her about? What could I say to her, that would make if feel like old times? What could I do that would make it the same?

(I felt her eyes on the back of my head. I could imagine exactly how her face looked. Her elbow would be resting on her knee. Her chin would be resting in the palm of her left hand, as she chewed on her pinky of the same. Her head would be tilted slightly to the right, as she stared at my head with her chocolate brown eyes. Her nose would be scrunched up just the slightest bit as her brain as her brain franticly tried to analyze my every breath, tried to figure me out.

I turned my head to look back at her. Sure enough she looked exactly as I imagined. I burst out with the laughter that I had not heard in a long time. My eyes started to water, my sides started to ache, and I could barely breath, but I knew this laughter was helping me to it s unclear depths.

When my laughter finally subsided, Hermione was giving me the oddest look. "What on earth has possessed you? Do I have something on my face? Have I finally gone nutters, and forgotten to put on pants?" A long pause. "But with so little to laugh at now a days, it's like a bird singing after the dawn breaking.

We looked at each other long and hard, until I finally sighed.

"Hermione. You are the most complicated person I have ever met. In every single way. You've changed so much over the years. But in every other way you re as predictable as eve. I'm laughing because it's a relief, it's a relief to have you here, being you. Thank you for having me come and stay with you. I don't think I would of been able to stand Dudley another day, before I did something I probably would not of regretted."

It was her turn to laugh now. Maybe not as hard as I had, but it still had a life of it's own. I loved her laugh. It was realistic, down to earth, something you could attach yourself to, that had a body to it. It was loud and short. But perfect.

"Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry." She left it at that.

"What s that supposed to mean? Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry?" Hermione looked at me, drew a breath, paused, drew another breath and stated;

"You know what? I'm not sure. I just felt like saying it... God Harry, it's so good to have you back." Hermione smiled.

I laughed. "God Harry... I sort of like the sound of that. I think I want to get a plaque engraved with 'God Harry' on it. What do you think?"

"God your impossible."

"No I like 'God Harry' better than 'God Your Impossible'. It just sort of rolls off your tongue better... Oh look your parents are coming.

I quickly stood up in anticipation of the punch to the arm that was sure to come. I nodded my head to Mr. and Mrs. Granger as they moved to their proper seats in the car.

"Come on then. Get in. Do you kids feel like ice-cream?"

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"Okay kids. Where here."

I looked up excitedly from the magazine Hermione and I were looking at. I had never been to Hermione's house before, and I was anxious to see what it looked like for some reason.

It was a three story, white house, with a large front yard, and an enormous back yard. There was a picket fence around the front of the house, and there was a stone walkway leading up to the front door. Off to the left side in the back you could see a gazebo, and a green house. They looked like they did all right for themselfs.

"Come on Harry! Lets get your trunk so I can show you where your going to be staying. Your going to have so much fun with me this summer."

I laughed slightly at Hermione's hyperness. We grabbed the trunk out of the back, and I once again found myself following her, watching her hair swish back and forth in all it's glory.

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Authors Note: Ok, so maybe this isn't as long as I had hoped. I just really wanted to get this out right now. Okies? Well review tell me what you think. You know. The usual.

LyraAdriana.