Disclaimer: My name is Joanne Rowling, I'm pregnant, I have a loving
husband and a daughter. If any of that was true I'd own Harry Potter and
it's characters. None of it is true so therefore I only own the plot to
this fanfiction.
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Harry was at a loss for what to do. Ordinarily if he was bored he might get a head start on his schoolwork but he didn't have any. After tapping his fingers on the quilt of his bed he decided to turn in for the night, but no sooner had he gotten in bed when a small spotted owl began pecking at his window. Harry immediately recognized it as Hermione's owl, Calmi. He opened the window and carried his best friend's feathered animal to the cage where his own owl, Hedwig slept during the day. He took the letter Calmi was carrying, unfolded it and began to read,
Dear Harry,
I hope you're enjoying your first summer out of Hogwarts-I'm not. I'm beginning to think I need to move out of my parent's house sooner than originally planned. Well, I'm sure the Dursleys are leaving you alone for the most part, if not grit your teeth and bare it.
Of course, I'll see you next week when we get our Apparation Licenses...Oh, won't that be thrilling? I've been reading up on it, the test looks really difficult. Very exciting.
Oh and for your birthday how about we meet Ron at the Leaky Cauldron to celebrate?
Love from, Hermione
Harry grinned, leave it to Hermione to find difficult license testing exciting. Taking out some parchment and his favorite quill he quickly scribbled down a reply,
Dear Hermione,
Actually the Dursleys are worse than usual. Dudley's getting married. I nearly dropped dead on the spot when I heard.
Of course I want to go to the Leaky Cauldron to celebrate even though I don't exactly know what we're celebrating.
Owl Ron if he wants to go.
Harry
Satisfied with the letter, he rolled it up and gave it to Calmi who immediately flew back toward Hermione's house.
Suddenly very tired, Harry fell back on his bed, fast asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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Two weeks later Harry was sitting at a corner table in the Leaky Cauldron, a small pub and inn in Diagon Alley, waiting for his two best friends.
"What can I get for you?" asked the tall blonde waitress, Tom, the pub owner, had hired to help with the inn. Harry smiled politely,
"I'm actually waiting for a few people."
"Want me to come back then?"
"Please," Harry replied nodding. Just then the door to the pub opened and Hermione and Ron walked in. Spotting Harry, Ron raised his hand in a wave and Harry waved back. Ron was just about to walk over to the table when Hermione grabbed his shoulder. She apparently was telling him to do something and Harry distinctively saw Ron roll his eyes when both Hermione and Ron vanished with a pop. Another soft pop and they were in front of Harry, Hermione grinning broadly and Ron still rolling his eyes.
"What was the point of that?" Ron asked exasperatedly. Hermione sighed, irritated by Ron's lack of drive.
"Practice makes perfect," she explained.
"'Practice makes perfect'" Ron imitated sourly, "We've already made perfect or we wouldn't have gotten our license!" He took a seat next to Harry, "Honestly!" Hermione narrowed her eyes, sitting down across from them,
"Might I remind you, Ron, that it took you two tries to get your license or have you forgotten that?" she smiled sardonically.
"I still say that the administrator was flirting with me and made me lose my concentration." Ron said, folding his arms across his chest. Hermione and Harry both laughed at Ron's pure stubbornness. Hermione opened her menu, taking great care to chose something inexpensive and healthy. She closed it after several moments of indecision,
"I'm getting a chicken salad and a glass of wine," she said firmly.
"Ooh, fancy," Ron said in response, "Want to share a fried fish platter with me, Harry? It comes with chips and a round of beer." Harry shrugged,
"Sure, why not?" The blonde waitress came back and they placed their orders. Harry put his head down on the table, exhausted.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing, I'm just tired. Last night Aggie-Dudley's fiancée-came round with her parents and I've never heard such a loud family. Her mum kept hugging Dudley and calling him, booboo and her dad kept offering to build them a bigger, better house. I could hear his God awful jokes all the way upstairs," he groaned at the memory of the previous night. Ron stifled a laugh while Hermione gave Harry a sympathetic pat on the back. Harry shrugged,
"What about you guys?" he asked. Immediately his best friend's faces fell. Hermione sighed,
"I have a curfew. My parents still treat me like I'm thirteen and to be frank I'm not used to living with them anymore," she sighed.
"Ditto. Meanwhile, my mum is driving me nuts...she thinks I laze around all day so I always have a chore to do. I've never a moments peace." Ron scratched his next tiredly. Harry gave a sheepish grin,
"It sounds like we all want to move out." His friends nodded.
"The thing is, I looked in the Daily Prophet and the muggle newspaper my parents get. There's no way I can afford any of the flats available. Neither in the wizarding world or the muggle world." Hermione explained.
"Well, if Hermione can't afford a flat, I sure as hell can't!" Ron banged his hand on the table, defeated. Hermione suddenly began to laugh. Ron looked at Harry with raised eyebrows.
"Hermione?" Harry asked his longtime friend who was now giggling madly. "Are you alright." Hermione took a breath,
"Don't you see? I can't believe we didn't think of it before! We can't afford a flat on our own but we surely can afford one together," she smiled, all her problems were solved. Harry looked skeptical,
"Didn't we nix that idea in year 6?" he asked. Ron groaned,
"We were different people then, Harry. Come on, it's worth a shot," he looked pathetically hopeful. Just then the waitress came back, setting their orders on the table.
Harry looked at his best friend's urgent faces, how could he say no?
"Alright. Let's do it," he agreed smiling.
"Alright!" Ron agreed. Hermione nodded,
"This deserves a toast!"
"To what?" Ron asked. Hermione thought on it for a second,
"To freedom," she said simply.
"To freedom!" Three glasses clinked together and the deal was sealed.
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A/N: Sorry about the wishy-washy ending but it was the best I could do. Review please.
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Harry was at a loss for what to do. Ordinarily if he was bored he might get a head start on his schoolwork but he didn't have any. After tapping his fingers on the quilt of his bed he decided to turn in for the night, but no sooner had he gotten in bed when a small spotted owl began pecking at his window. Harry immediately recognized it as Hermione's owl, Calmi. He opened the window and carried his best friend's feathered animal to the cage where his own owl, Hedwig slept during the day. He took the letter Calmi was carrying, unfolded it and began to read,
Dear Harry,
I hope you're enjoying your first summer out of Hogwarts-I'm not. I'm beginning to think I need to move out of my parent's house sooner than originally planned. Well, I'm sure the Dursleys are leaving you alone for the most part, if not grit your teeth and bare it.
Of course, I'll see you next week when we get our Apparation Licenses...Oh, won't that be thrilling? I've been reading up on it, the test looks really difficult. Very exciting.
Oh and for your birthday how about we meet Ron at the Leaky Cauldron to celebrate?
Love from, Hermione
Harry grinned, leave it to Hermione to find difficult license testing exciting. Taking out some parchment and his favorite quill he quickly scribbled down a reply,
Dear Hermione,
Actually the Dursleys are worse than usual. Dudley's getting married. I nearly dropped dead on the spot when I heard.
Of course I want to go to the Leaky Cauldron to celebrate even though I don't exactly know what we're celebrating.
Owl Ron if he wants to go.
Harry
Satisfied with the letter, he rolled it up and gave it to Calmi who immediately flew back toward Hermione's house.
Suddenly very tired, Harry fell back on his bed, fast asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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Two weeks later Harry was sitting at a corner table in the Leaky Cauldron, a small pub and inn in Diagon Alley, waiting for his two best friends.
"What can I get for you?" asked the tall blonde waitress, Tom, the pub owner, had hired to help with the inn. Harry smiled politely,
"I'm actually waiting for a few people."
"Want me to come back then?"
"Please," Harry replied nodding. Just then the door to the pub opened and Hermione and Ron walked in. Spotting Harry, Ron raised his hand in a wave and Harry waved back. Ron was just about to walk over to the table when Hermione grabbed his shoulder. She apparently was telling him to do something and Harry distinctively saw Ron roll his eyes when both Hermione and Ron vanished with a pop. Another soft pop and they were in front of Harry, Hermione grinning broadly and Ron still rolling his eyes.
"What was the point of that?" Ron asked exasperatedly. Hermione sighed, irritated by Ron's lack of drive.
"Practice makes perfect," she explained.
"'Practice makes perfect'" Ron imitated sourly, "We've already made perfect or we wouldn't have gotten our license!" He took a seat next to Harry, "Honestly!" Hermione narrowed her eyes, sitting down across from them,
"Might I remind you, Ron, that it took you two tries to get your license or have you forgotten that?" she smiled sardonically.
"I still say that the administrator was flirting with me and made me lose my concentration." Ron said, folding his arms across his chest. Hermione and Harry both laughed at Ron's pure stubbornness. Hermione opened her menu, taking great care to chose something inexpensive and healthy. She closed it after several moments of indecision,
"I'm getting a chicken salad and a glass of wine," she said firmly.
"Ooh, fancy," Ron said in response, "Want to share a fried fish platter with me, Harry? It comes with chips and a round of beer." Harry shrugged,
"Sure, why not?" The blonde waitress came back and they placed their orders. Harry put his head down on the table, exhausted.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing, I'm just tired. Last night Aggie-Dudley's fiancée-came round with her parents and I've never heard such a loud family. Her mum kept hugging Dudley and calling him, booboo and her dad kept offering to build them a bigger, better house. I could hear his God awful jokes all the way upstairs," he groaned at the memory of the previous night. Ron stifled a laugh while Hermione gave Harry a sympathetic pat on the back. Harry shrugged,
"What about you guys?" he asked. Immediately his best friend's faces fell. Hermione sighed,
"I have a curfew. My parents still treat me like I'm thirteen and to be frank I'm not used to living with them anymore," she sighed.
"Ditto. Meanwhile, my mum is driving me nuts...she thinks I laze around all day so I always have a chore to do. I've never a moments peace." Ron scratched his next tiredly. Harry gave a sheepish grin,
"It sounds like we all want to move out." His friends nodded.
"The thing is, I looked in the Daily Prophet and the muggle newspaper my parents get. There's no way I can afford any of the flats available. Neither in the wizarding world or the muggle world." Hermione explained.
"Well, if Hermione can't afford a flat, I sure as hell can't!" Ron banged his hand on the table, defeated. Hermione suddenly began to laugh. Ron looked at Harry with raised eyebrows.
"Hermione?" Harry asked his longtime friend who was now giggling madly. "Are you alright." Hermione took a breath,
"Don't you see? I can't believe we didn't think of it before! We can't afford a flat on our own but we surely can afford one together," she smiled, all her problems were solved. Harry looked skeptical,
"Didn't we nix that idea in year 6?" he asked. Ron groaned,
"We were different people then, Harry. Come on, it's worth a shot," he looked pathetically hopeful. Just then the waitress came back, setting their orders on the table.
Harry looked at his best friend's urgent faces, how could he say no?
"Alright. Let's do it," he agreed smiling.
"Alright!" Ron agreed. Hermione nodded,
"This deserves a toast!"
"To what?" Ron asked. Hermione thought on it for a second,
"To freedom," she said simply.
"To freedom!" Three glasses clinked together and the deal was sealed.
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A/N: Sorry about the wishy-washy ending but it was the best I could do. Review please.
