~*~*~*~*~Draco P.O.V.~*~*~*~*~
Draco stood in front of his mirror combing his silver hair. If he had to spend his summer at this Hauptstadt, he might as well look sharp about it. After all, he still had a reputation to keep as a Malfoy, even if it was summer.
"Looking good," his mirror butted in. He smirked. With his platinum blond locks, his newly gained muscle, and his 5'10" striking frame, few girls were able to resist him. Satisfied with his appearance, he added his trademark smirk and was ready to go.
"Hurry up Draco! The Portkey activates in 5 minutes!"
"And not a moment too soon." Draco thought. Sighing deeply, he headed down the stairs and into the parlor, greeted by an angry Lucius and Naricassa.
"What are you waiting for? The Portkey will set off any moment!" Naricassa hissed.
"What about the luggage?" Draco scanned the parlor for bags. There were none.
"It's been Apparated already." Lucius answered. Draco placed a finger on the Portkey, which was a small silver statue shaped like a serpent, with emerald eyes. Draco closed his eyes and calmly waited for the Portkey to start.
Draco was yanked forward by an invisible force and spinning into a furious wind. He braced himself and felt his feet smash into soft carpet.
~*~*~*~*~Hermione's P.O.V.~*~*~*~*~
Hermione told herself to calm down and sit patiently on the plane. But it seemed impossible, with the excitement of an entire summer ahead in only a few hours! She squirmed endlessly in her seat.
" 'Mione please. We'll be there soon, I promise." Mrs. Granger tried everything to calm her, but nothing worked. In the end, Hermione became exhausted from fidgeting in her seat and running around the plane. Then she realized how much of a mess she probably was. She fished in her purse until she retrieved a compact mirror. After brushing out her tangled brunette waves, and applying minimal makeup, she peered into the compact again. A pretty 15 year old girl stared right back at her. She smiled, pleased with her looks. Not too long ago she had been a bushy haired bucktoothed bookworm. Now, she would enter her 6th year still a bookworm, but one growing into her new found 5'6" woman body.
"Please fasten your seatbelts. The plane is landing. Enjoy your stay at Frankfurt, Germany." Hermione grinned with delight. They were finally here.
"Well not at Hauptstadt, but one step closer," thought Hermione. After grabbing their luggage from the terminal, Hermione skipped gaily down the streets of Frankfurt while Mr. and Mrs. Granger squabbled over a map of the city and held the bulky luggage.
"Mum, Dad, exactly what are we supposed to look for? A pub like the Leaky Cauldron?" Hermione asked.
"No, dear. According to the travel agency, we're supposed to be looking for an antique shop..." Mrs. Granger trailed off as she went back to examining the map again. Hermione looked around in her surroundings. There were a few shops lining the narrow dirt road that lead out of the airport. But one particular store caught her eye. It looked familiar in a way, even though it bore the same appearance as the rest of the shops on the street. Hermione read the sign in front. It stated: Aged Objects.
"Mum, is that the store we're looking for?" asked Hermione, pointing to Aged Objects.
"Why, yes 'Mione, I think so," replied Mrs. Granger in an excited tone. The three headed towards the shop and walked in. They could hear the tinkle of a bell as they walked in. Hermione coughed slightly because of the dustiness of the room. Suddenly she was greeted by a tall man with thick dark blond hair and deep blue eyes. He turned to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were admiring the antiques for sale.
"You are the Granger family, I presume?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Yes," Mr. Granger replied. The man motioned them to the back of the store, where a dusty fireplace stood.
"May I see your wedding rings please?" asked the man politely. Baffled, Mr. and Mrs. Granger handed the man a diamond ring and plain gold band. The man then took out his wand and muttered "Animadverto" and each of the rings. He handed them back to the two, saying,
"Because you are Muggles, you cannot see wizarding cities because they are charmed to be hidden from your kind. I have charmed the rings so that you will be able to see the city. But make sure never to take off your rings during the vacation." Mr. and Mrs. Granger nodded.
"I assume that nobody here has used Floo powder, correct?" Hermione raised her hand.
"I have once,"
"Very well," While the man explained how to travel by Floo to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione wandered around and took a good look around the store. Antiques filled the shelves. Most were Muggle junk, such as broken lamps and such. But some of the items seemed to be almost magical, such as old books that resembled spell books.
" 'Mione, we're about ready to go," Mrs. Granger called out. Hermione walked to the back of the store again, and stood in front of the fireplace. The man pulled out a jar of Floo powder and said to the family,
"The place you will Floo to is the Snapped Wand, the local pub in Hauptstadt. From there you will ask the bartender for your keys to your cottage." He handed the pot of Floo powder to Hermione.
"Would you go first, since your parents have never used Floo?" he asked. Hermione nodded and grabbed a pinch of the sparkling powder. She threw in the powder and waited for the bottle green flames to rise. Then she stepped into the flames and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Snapped Wand!" Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt herself spinning and spinning around, and suddenly she landed on her feet in a fireplace. Hermione opened her eyes and stepped out.
~*~*~*~*~Draco P.O.V.~*~*~*~*~
Draco opened his eyes. He was in a large dark room. It had the similar appearance of the Leaky Cauldron. A few tables and chairs were scattered around, with a large bar and a plump bartender sitting behind it. Draco could here his father mutter, "Filth." Lucius and Naricassa already headed to the bar. Draco followed them. The bartender cheerfully grinned at them and said,
"Why, hello! Welcome to the Snapped Wand, the best pub in Hauptstadt! Would you like a drink? Rum maybe?" Lucius coolly replied,
"I..think not. We are here to get the keys to our living quarters."
"Ah yes you must be the Malfoys!" The bartender pulled a set of keys from his pocket. "Here are your keys to Cottage 2, one of the best there. You'll be having neighbors also the Gran-"
"I could hardly care less about our neighbors," Lucius interrupted. "I assume our luggage has been brought already?"
"Yep. By the way, my name's Stan, at your service. Hope you enjoy your stay at Hauptstadt," Lucius and Naricassa had already started to walk to the doors, with Draco following them. Then he felt a rush of wind and turned around. He could make out a head of brunette hair emerging from the fireplace before he heard Lucius's voice say "
~*~*~*~*~Hermione P.O.V.~*~*~*~*~
The first thing Hermione saw when she stepped out was a head of platinum blond hair staring at her. "It seems so familiar.." Hermione thought. She forgot about it quickly as she turned to face the fireplace, patiently waiting for her parents and luggage. Ten minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Granger stepped out of the fireplace, looking dazed as Mr. Granger held on tightly to the many bags and suitcases.
"Well, that was..quite an experience.." commented Mrs. Granger, leaning on to Mr. Granger's shoulder for support. Hermione quickly helped them to chairs and relieved Mr. Granger of the luggage and set it on the ground. While she waited for her parents to recover, Hermione took a close look around the room. It had the same dark and shabby look of the Leaky Cauldron, and she could see stairs leading to rented rooms.
"Mum, are we staying here?" Hermione asked, crossing her fingers and hoping the answer was no.
"Heavens no, not in this dump! We've rented a lakeside cottage." Mrs. Granger answered, sounding better. Hermione let out a breath of relief. Suddenly a chubby jolly man headed to the table the three were sitting at.
"Hello! Welcome to the Snapped Wand, only pub in Hauptstadt! Can I get you a glass of sherry or anything?" Mr. and Mrs. Granger shook their heads.
"Actually we were looking for a man named Stan Sillk-"
"And right you've found him! Stan Sillkger at your service. What can I do for you?"
"Mr. Sillkger, we rented a lakeside cottage here for the summer-"
"Ah yes! You must be the Grangers. Well, welcome to Hauptstadt!" Stan pulled out a set of keys. "Here are your keys, and you have Cottage 3, next to the Ma-"
"Why thank you, and we'll be sure to enjoy our summer," replied Mr. Granger, taking the keys and not extremely caring who his neighbors were. He shook hands with Stan, and grabbed some of the luggage. Hermione and Mrs. Granger took the rest, and waved good-bye to Stan as he cheerfully waved them out of the Snapped Wand.
Draco stood in front of his mirror combing his silver hair. If he had to spend his summer at this Hauptstadt, he might as well look sharp about it. After all, he still had a reputation to keep as a Malfoy, even if it was summer.
"Looking good," his mirror butted in. He smirked. With his platinum blond locks, his newly gained muscle, and his 5'10" striking frame, few girls were able to resist him. Satisfied with his appearance, he added his trademark smirk and was ready to go.
"Hurry up Draco! The Portkey activates in 5 minutes!"
"And not a moment too soon." Draco thought. Sighing deeply, he headed down the stairs and into the parlor, greeted by an angry Lucius and Naricassa.
"What are you waiting for? The Portkey will set off any moment!" Naricassa hissed.
"What about the luggage?" Draco scanned the parlor for bags. There were none.
"It's been Apparated already." Lucius answered. Draco placed a finger on the Portkey, which was a small silver statue shaped like a serpent, with emerald eyes. Draco closed his eyes and calmly waited for the Portkey to start.
Draco was yanked forward by an invisible force and spinning into a furious wind. He braced himself and felt his feet smash into soft carpet.
~*~*~*~*~Hermione's P.O.V.~*~*~*~*~
Hermione told herself to calm down and sit patiently on the plane. But it seemed impossible, with the excitement of an entire summer ahead in only a few hours! She squirmed endlessly in her seat.
" 'Mione please. We'll be there soon, I promise." Mrs. Granger tried everything to calm her, but nothing worked. In the end, Hermione became exhausted from fidgeting in her seat and running around the plane. Then she realized how much of a mess she probably was. She fished in her purse until she retrieved a compact mirror. After brushing out her tangled brunette waves, and applying minimal makeup, she peered into the compact again. A pretty 15 year old girl stared right back at her. She smiled, pleased with her looks. Not too long ago she had been a bushy haired bucktoothed bookworm. Now, she would enter her 6th year still a bookworm, but one growing into her new found 5'6" woman body.
"Please fasten your seatbelts. The plane is landing. Enjoy your stay at Frankfurt, Germany." Hermione grinned with delight. They were finally here.
"Well not at Hauptstadt, but one step closer," thought Hermione. After grabbing their luggage from the terminal, Hermione skipped gaily down the streets of Frankfurt while Mr. and Mrs. Granger squabbled over a map of the city and held the bulky luggage.
"Mum, Dad, exactly what are we supposed to look for? A pub like the Leaky Cauldron?" Hermione asked.
"No, dear. According to the travel agency, we're supposed to be looking for an antique shop..." Mrs. Granger trailed off as she went back to examining the map again. Hermione looked around in her surroundings. There were a few shops lining the narrow dirt road that lead out of the airport. But one particular store caught her eye. It looked familiar in a way, even though it bore the same appearance as the rest of the shops on the street. Hermione read the sign in front. It stated: Aged Objects.
"Mum, is that the store we're looking for?" asked Hermione, pointing to Aged Objects.
"Why, yes 'Mione, I think so," replied Mrs. Granger in an excited tone. The three headed towards the shop and walked in. They could hear the tinkle of a bell as they walked in. Hermione coughed slightly because of the dustiness of the room. Suddenly she was greeted by a tall man with thick dark blond hair and deep blue eyes. He turned to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were admiring the antiques for sale.
"You are the Granger family, I presume?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Yes," Mr. Granger replied. The man motioned them to the back of the store, where a dusty fireplace stood.
"May I see your wedding rings please?" asked the man politely. Baffled, Mr. and Mrs. Granger handed the man a diamond ring and plain gold band. The man then took out his wand and muttered "Animadverto" and each of the rings. He handed them back to the two, saying,
"Because you are Muggles, you cannot see wizarding cities because they are charmed to be hidden from your kind. I have charmed the rings so that you will be able to see the city. But make sure never to take off your rings during the vacation." Mr. and Mrs. Granger nodded.
"I assume that nobody here has used Floo powder, correct?" Hermione raised her hand.
"I have once,"
"Very well," While the man explained how to travel by Floo to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione wandered around and took a good look around the store. Antiques filled the shelves. Most were Muggle junk, such as broken lamps and such. But some of the items seemed to be almost magical, such as old books that resembled spell books.
" 'Mione, we're about ready to go," Mrs. Granger called out. Hermione walked to the back of the store again, and stood in front of the fireplace. The man pulled out a jar of Floo powder and said to the family,
"The place you will Floo to is the Snapped Wand, the local pub in Hauptstadt. From there you will ask the bartender for your keys to your cottage." He handed the pot of Floo powder to Hermione.
"Would you go first, since your parents have never used Floo?" he asked. Hermione nodded and grabbed a pinch of the sparkling powder. She threw in the powder and waited for the bottle green flames to rise. Then she stepped into the flames and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Snapped Wand!" Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt herself spinning and spinning around, and suddenly she landed on her feet in a fireplace. Hermione opened her eyes and stepped out.
~*~*~*~*~Draco P.O.V.~*~*~*~*~
Draco opened his eyes. He was in a large dark room. It had the similar appearance of the Leaky Cauldron. A few tables and chairs were scattered around, with a large bar and a plump bartender sitting behind it. Draco could here his father mutter, "Filth." Lucius and Naricassa already headed to the bar. Draco followed them. The bartender cheerfully grinned at them and said,
"Why, hello! Welcome to the Snapped Wand, the best pub in Hauptstadt! Would you like a drink? Rum maybe?" Lucius coolly replied,
"I..think not. We are here to get the keys to our living quarters."
"Ah yes you must be the Malfoys!" The bartender pulled a set of keys from his pocket. "Here are your keys to Cottage 2, one of the best there. You'll be having neighbors also the Gran-"
"I could hardly care less about our neighbors," Lucius interrupted. "I assume our luggage has been brought already?"
"Yep. By the way, my name's Stan, at your service. Hope you enjoy your stay at Hauptstadt," Lucius and Naricassa had already started to walk to the doors, with Draco following them. Then he felt a rush of wind and turned around. He could make out a head of brunette hair emerging from the fireplace before he heard Lucius's voice say "
~*~*~*~*~Hermione P.O.V.~*~*~*~*~
The first thing Hermione saw when she stepped out was a head of platinum blond hair staring at her. "It seems so familiar.." Hermione thought. She forgot about it quickly as she turned to face the fireplace, patiently waiting for her parents and luggage. Ten minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Granger stepped out of the fireplace, looking dazed as Mr. Granger held on tightly to the many bags and suitcases.
"Well, that was..quite an experience.." commented Mrs. Granger, leaning on to Mr. Granger's shoulder for support. Hermione quickly helped them to chairs and relieved Mr. Granger of the luggage and set it on the ground. While she waited for her parents to recover, Hermione took a close look around the room. It had the same dark and shabby look of the Leaky Cauldron, and she could see stairs leading to rented rooms.
"Mum, are we staying here?" Hermione asked, crossing her fingers and hoping the answer was no.
"Heavens no, not in this dump! We've rented a lakeside cottage." Mrs. Granger answered, sounding better. Hermione let out a breath of relief. Suddenly a chubby jolly man headed to the table the three were sitting at.
"Hello! Welcome to the Snapped Wand, only pub in Hauptstadt! Can I get you a glass of sherry or anything?" Mr. and Mrs. Granger shook their heads.
"Actually we were looking for a man named Stan Sillk-"
"And right you've found him! Stan Sillkger at your service. What can I do for you?"
"Mr. Sillkger, we rented a lakeside cottage here for the summer-"
"Ah yes! You must be the Grangers. Well, welcome to Hauptstadt!" Stan pulled out a set of keys. "Here are your keys, and you have Cottage 3, next to the Ma-"
"Why thank you, and we'll be sure to enjoy our summer," replied Mr. Granger, taking the keys and not extremely caring who his neighbors were. He shook hands with Stan, and grabbed some of the luggage. Hermione and Mrs. Granger took the rest, and waved good-bye to Stan as he cheerfully waved them out of the Snapped Wand.
