Make My Life

By: Lythtis

A/N: This story concludes half of modern life-being introduced to 'Magic'. If things seem familiar-that's good; if not-not my problem. J/K. ^-^ Oh, and if some of the contents are incorrect about your state or whatever, then I apologize right now-I've never lived in the U.S. I've only flown through certain areas and have landed in certain places.

Summary: Modern life is what we live with.until we introduce 'normal' to 'magic'. Technically, everything from the wizardry world is getting ready to make friends with 'my life'. ^-^ This includes our heroes, who are now within their 6th year. Have a nice day. ^-^

Chapter 1- America, who are ya?

Summer vacation had just ended, and now their whole New Year was beginning. Harry, Ron and Hermione had been talking about what happened over the summer and how Ron met The Statue of Liberty.
"She is huge!" he said, still not grasping the possibility of her being built without any kind of magic. "And she is on the edge of an Island! Why doesn't New York tip over? She has to be at least 10,000 Tons!"
"Actually, her exact weight is 7,100 tons to be precise." Hermione added in as Ron was talking about his exaggerations.
"Great, thanks for the self-esteem raiser," Ron said rolling his eyes skyward.
"Don't mention it," she said with her 'sweet' smile and went back to reading her 'Know everything about you' book.
".Know everything about you?" Harry asked, a little confused. "Who wants to know everything about themselves?"
"Maybe the person that bought it?"
"Oh, okay."
"What's it about anyway?" Ron asked, getting more curious about such an object by the minute. "Does it reflect your soul, show what goes on in your mind, yell at you, guess your future, tell you your fortune? WHAT DOES IT DO?!"
"Would you be quiet and sit down already!" Hermione snapped irritably. Ron had been rising out of his seat with each minute at guessing what she was reading. "The title says it all. Your closest guess was your last one."
"What does it do is a guess?"
"No, telling your fortune was your closest guess. .how can you even consider 'what does it do' as a guess?"
"Um, you said it was the last thing I said and that was the last thing I said."
"No my dear red-hollow-head-freckle-faced-and-imbecilic friend, that is not what I said. I said 'your closest guess was your last one.'"
"Oh, that explains a lot," he said, looking less confused already.
"Glad to be of service," Hermione answered, shaking her head as she began reading again.
"So, the mudblood does admit of being part of the peasants?" came a drawling voice from the doorway. Standing there, his frame fitting perfectly, was Draco Malfoy, who had lost some of his paleness over the summer Harry noted.
"Hello DeeDee. Nice to see you again." Ron greeted, for some reason having a cheerful smile on his face.
Draco turned to glare at the boy who always had the smart answers. "And what are you looking at, Flame boy?"
"Nothing much, just a white stick that got a little darker over the summer, though still far from getting a tan and another 89 miles from becoming nicer."
"Would you like to say that in my face?"
"That's okay. I don't want to die because of inhaling too much soiled air at one time."
Draco was getting ready to go in and give Ron a nice-what was it? Knuckle Sand witch? Yes, that's it, a knuckle sand witch. Why they called it a sand witch in the states he didn't quite understand, because it consisted only of punching someone in the face, but he liked the term anyway. Taking a step forward he saw Harry ready to jump into action. Harry hadn't said a thing to him all this time, and now he wants to go and have a fight with him just as he's going to attack the hero's friend? Hey, works for him. But he still went back to the doorway and leaned to one side, as if nothing was wrong. He had seen some Mexican muggles cop an attitude that way. "And how has the Hero been?" he asked in his most casual tone, as if they'd been friends since the beginning of school. Although he really wished they were.
"Just fine," Harry answered with some smugness. Why did Draco always have to annoy them for no reason? Weren't his two block head bodyguards enough to bully?
"Oh, and by the way, your muggle world isn't all that bad."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know the Miami Beach in Florida?"
"Duh."
Duh? Draco guessed that meant 'Of course you idiot, I'm not that uneducated.' "Well, father has some relatives there, and so we spent our summer-vacation in their mansion. Of course, all the Malfoys have a mansion."
Oh great, Harry thought, here he goes, bragging about his life again and how rich his family is. I'd bet anything that his next words will be at least, those who can afford it. C'mon, say it, make my day, then I can die happy.
".at least, those who can afford it."
Harry squealed. Had he jinxed himself? He had heard of such things happening from his new neighbors. Although his Aunt and Uncle didn't know it, Harry did. The Draziw's were a wizarding family, but he hadn't quite found out if they had any kids who still went to school. Well, he'd find out soon enough, but his neighbors did mention something about a Liana. Maybe their cat, he didn't know how people from the states were. And definitely not from Hawaii.
"What are you trying to understand now, Mudblood?" Draco asked as he looked over in Hermione's Direction.
"Something that you wouldn't know the meaning of," she answered, still not taking her eyes out of the text.
"Wanna bet?" Draco bent over and snatched the book from Hermione's hands.
"Give it back!"
"Not until I read some of this."
"Draco-" Harry stopped in mid sentence. Where were the walking posts? Why was Draco alone this time? Then Hermione suddenly knocked him over as she was chasing Draco out of the compartment.
"Go get'm Hermes! Sick 'em down, go girl! Woo-hoo look at her run!" Ron exclaimed as he was standing out the door, watching Draco dodge Hermione's Spells. ".Dang. Man, I have to add this to the list of things I'm never gonna do. Memoir to myself: Don't get Hermes angry for any reason-could be hazardous if not life-threatening."
"Don't you think we should help her?" Harry asked, clearly enjoying the sites. Both boys looked at each other and then said together "Nah," and went back to sit down.
"Wonder what other books Hermione bought in ..Dollars?"
"It's Dallas, Ron, Dallas. It's in Texas, a state in the U.S. Dollars is the money you buy things with in the states."
"Oh, now I get it." Honestly, Harry just confused him some more. Ron was eyeing Hermione's backpack speculatively, wanting to look through her other books.
"Do you think I-?"
"Do you want to end up as Draco?"
"But it's-" he was reaching out to touch it.
"Where would you like your grave?"
"Couldn't I just-?"
"Not if you don't want to go blind."
"But she's not-"
"Who knows what other gadgets might be on her back-pack. For all we know, it could explode if you even try to pick it up, or send out an alarm- signal and the MIB's will come thinking it's an alien invasion. Then we would be taken to this secret lab underneath the earth's surface."
"Or worse yet," Ron added, letting more impossible things run through is mind, "She could have put a spell on it so that whoever touches it gets de-materialized and sent out to space, where they would materialize again and then explode, right as the lunar space-shuttle is flying by, getting splattered with the blood of the victim."
"Or if you try to open it, the backpack will be open and stay that way until someone decides to close it."
"Yeah, there's also that possibility. Wait, that was Hermione's voice."
"And it came from Hermione's lips!" Hermione was standing right behind them, watching them with eyes glittering full of malice.
"Oh, Hermes, you're back." Ron said, trying to get his nerves back together.
"Um, did you get your book back?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual.
"I wish," she said, flicking her hair back and out of her face. She should really get braids. "The little freak stuck it down his pants, and I'm not THAT desperate for my book. Who knows what people would think if they saw me try to go down his pants in public. Me, the head of the school in all of the classes."
"But definitely NOT the most sweetest of them," Ron whispered to Harry as she was still talking to herself.
"Maybe I should have just kneed him."
"Maybe," both of them said.
"Maybe I should go back and cast a spell for him to lose his looks."
"Maybe."
"Maybe I should just take out my revenge on you two."
"Maybe." .Wait, what did she just say?
"Or maybe I should put a curse on him to stay hanging forever."
"Now hold on just one minute there-"
"Hermione," Harry said, sounding a bit worried about his friend, "how about we buy you a new one?"
"Fine. But it has to be a first edition one with a hard cover."
The boys looked at each other "Will do."
"And could you include a chocolate milkshake from Wendy's with that and a large order of fries?"
"Um,"
"Thanks, both of you." She hugged them both, then got out a new book to read, 'Music for life'.
Harry looked at Ron and said, "Maybe we should buy ourselves some books as well."
"Maybe," he answered, and they both sat down, watching her tensely for the rest of the ride, not wanting to die.

A/N: Ending concluded. Now, to add some of the 'musical livings.' Next chapter will be interesting, as in Chapter 2-Fortuna Fortune Jinx! Don't forget to R/R.