Disclaimer: Two reasons I don't own Harry Potter or anything associated with it-1) Do I really look all that much like JK Rowling? 2) Would I really be writing fanfiction if I owned the original story?
And...I couldn't make a profit off of any of my fanfiction stories, even if I wanted to!
Chapter Seven-Redheads At 4515 Irwin Avenue
Harry ate breakfast with Hermione. Every once in a while her parents would drop by, asking lots of questions about St. Mungo's and what they were going to do. Hermione purposely didn't give her parents the whole story-partly because they knew Sirius to be a murderer, and also because they most likely wouldn't understand a word of what Hermione was saying if she told them everything. However, Hermione seemed to know a great deal about St. Mungo's, having presumably read about it in some book or other. Harry, who once again felt annoyed that he hadn't grown up knowing the information Hermione was telling her parents about magical healing, listened with interest as she put on her lecture voice and began telling them about the different ways a mediwizard could heal a broken leg.
Soon enough, however, Harry's mind began to wander as Hermione's talks about broken bones became dull. He wondered if Sirius had any broken bones, but then he remembered that the Daily Prophet article had said that he had a head injury and a sprained arm. Sprained arms, Harry knew, could be healed, but he couldn't help wondering about how serious Sirius's head injury was. Then a thought occurred to Harry with a jolt, and he dropped the fork he had been using to spear a sausage with in surprise.
Was Sirius conscious?
The question pierced through his mind like a knife through butter as Harry suddenly realized that he didn't have the slightest idea to what the answer was. Was Sirius awake and wondering what was going to happen to him, or was he unconscious without a clue to what was going on? Roughly two million different thoughts were getting jumbled around Harry's head, but he pushed the majority of them away and looked at Hermione. Dimly, he noticed that her parents had left the room and she was looking at him looking at her in surprise.
"Harry? What-"
"Hermione," he whispered, and the tone of his voice stopped her from continuing to speak. "Hermione, we've got to get to St. Mungo's. Now."
"Well, of course we do, Harry," she said gently. "But first we need to go to the Weasleys-"
"What?"
"The Weasleys, Harry! We need to go there and get to St. Mungo's using the Ministry car-"
"Hermione, what-"
"-Mr. Weasley will be able to get them for us, so we will be able to get into the hospital-"
"Hermione, will you tell me exactly what are you talking about?"
Hermione looked at him in surprise. "Well, Harry, how did you think we were going to get to St. Mungo's? I already wrote to Ron, and he and Mrs. Weasley told Mr. Weasley about Sirius's innocence. They are going to get here by Floo Powder in-" She looked at her watch. "-ten minutes. We are going to go to the Burrow, and Mr. Weasley is going to use a Ministry car he borrowed to bring us to the hospital. He's going to try and use his position at the Ministry to try to get to talk with Prufessor Dumbledore and Fudge."
Harry stared at her. "When did this happen?"
"After we saw each other yesterday."
"You and Ron were able to write to each other that fast?" Asked Harry, who's head was so full he thought it might burst.
"Well...he called me on a...hmm..." She grinned, but closed her mouth, looking expantantly at him.
Harry suddenly understood. "Ron tried to call you on a telephone, didn't he?"
"Well, no." Her grin grew wider. "He called me on a fellytone."
Harry laughed, his spirits rising again as he grinned at Hermione (who looked positively delighted to see him smile) and asked a new question.
"And, why did you not tell me this was what you were going to do, instead of leaving me hanging?"
Hermione turned slightly pink. "Well, I just kind of assumed that you would figure it out-I mean, how else would we get there? St. Mungo's doesn't have one specific fireplace for people using Floo Powder to get there, and we can't Apparate, so I thought that you would understand, I mean, it's pretty obvious-"
"I get it, Hermione."
There was another period of silence as Harry and Hermione finished their breakfast, Harry feeling much better then he could remember feeling in the past couple of days-because there was a solid (well, hopefully solid) plan to see Sirius. They had only just finished eating a few minutes later and were setting the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink when there was the distinctive sound of yells coming from somewhere in another part of the house.
"Oh!" Hermione cried, her mouth very wide and her eyebrows very high as her eyes flew to the watch on her wrist. "It's time!" She turned and ran from the kitchen, Harry on her heels.
It was very hard for Harry to run right behind Hermione as he followed her through her enormous house, because as she was running in front of him her hair flew off her shoulders and he soon found a large quantity of bushy, curly brown hair in his eyes as he ran. More than once Harry found himself tripping over a small table or chair as he stumbled along behind Hermione. He was feeling very clumsy indeed by the time they had reached the Grangers' living room. Hermione stopped short as they reached the threshold, and Harry immediately bumped into her. Feeling a little annoyed, he edged around Hermione (whom, Harry noticed, he was now the same height as-he had always been slightly shorter then her) so that he could see the room, and found himself to be greeted by one of the strangest sights he had ever seen.
Ron and Ginny Weasley were lying on an overturned couch on Hermione's living room floor, covered from head to toe in soot from the fireplace. They both stared up at Harry and Hermione, and Harry was under the impression that they were too surprised to find themselves in the position they were in to say anything. In the corner of the room, Hermione's parents stood, staring at the scene in a mixture of shock, horror and confusion.
From what Harry gathered as he stood in the doorway, fighting back a laugh at the sight of his two friends, apparently one of the many couches in the Granger's living room had been leaning with its back against the fireplace. Now, the fireplace being the location where the Weasleys were arriving, a problemn arose. From what the scene before him told, in Harry's mind it looked as if the fireplace had not been boarded up, and the only blocking in front of it was the couch. Ron and Ginny, it looked like, had come into the Grangers' firepalce with such force that as they rammed into the back of the couch, flipping it over and bringing themselves flying in it along with it.
"Well, hello, Ron. Ginny," said Harry, trying very hard to keep a straight face. "Long time, no see." The corners of his mouth twitched dangerously, but he quickly recovered himself and returned the very solemn gaze that Ron was giving him as he stood, absentmindedly brushing soot off of his arms and front. Staring at Harry, he seemed to see that Harry was trying not to look amused, and he scowled, turning his gaze on to Hermione.
After staring at Ron for a monent, Hermione slowly began to speak.
"Dad..." She took a deep breath. "Dad. I thought you said you were going to move the couch this morning."
Hermione's father, who looked as anyone would feel if two teenage wizards had just fallen out of their fireplace and mutilated their living room, said, "I thought you meant..." He gulped, still staring at Ron and Ginny. "...after you're friends arrived."
Ginny giggled. Unlike Ron, she seemed to see the humor in the situation. She stood up, and after brushing off the black soot that was strikingly visible against her red hair, she caught Harry's eye and grinned. Harry, forgetting that he was pretending to be solemn, grinned as well.
Ron sighed. "Right. Well. We better get back...or Mum will send ole someone after us...where's your trunk, Harry?"
"In Hermione's dining room," said Harry vaguely, still watching carefully watching Ginny, suddenly noticing how much she had changed since he had last seen her, which had only been a few weeks ago.
Ron, who didn't seem to notice Harry watching his sister, frowned and said, "Which is...where, exactly?"
"Come on," Hermione said, motioning for Ron to follow her. She glanced at Harry, as if telling him to come with her too-but Harry, who was still looking at Ginny out of the corner of his eye, didn't notice. Shaking her head slightly, she began to leave the living room with Ron at her heels. After a moment, Mrs. Granger hurried after them, calling after them whether they wanted tea or not. Mr. Granger quickly walked out after her, muttering something about helping her find the tea kettle, which left Harry and Ginny quite alone.
"So, uh, how's it going?" Ginny asked Harry. "Some place Hermione's got here, huh?" She gazed around the room with her eyebrows high on her forehead, then turned to Harry again and grinning. "Who knew?"
Harry was only half listening to her. Well. He was musing. She certainly has grown up. She is not a little girl anymore. She's actually quite...pretty
.
Harry couldn't believe he was thinking this about Ginny. Ginny! Was this the same Ginny who used to blush everytime he smiled at her? The same Ginny who was so shy she hardly spoke to him whenever he stayed at the Burrow? The same Ginny he had known and considered himself to be friends with for almost four years, but never really known...
"Harry?"
Ginny's voice only half registered into Harry's brain, and he looked up to find her watching him curiously.
"Hmmm?" Harry said absentmindedly, still half immersed in his thoughts.
"I said, I hope everything turns out okay with Sirius," She said, raising an eyebrow. "I really do hope that he's alright."
Harry was fully into the conversation now. "You-wait-what? You know about Sirius?"
"Of course I do," Ginny said, a note of surprise in her voice. "Well, after Mum found out at the end of last term, she told Dad, and then they and Ron told our whole family." She shook her head. "I still can't believe that after all these years, something I've always been told that is true turned out to be wrong. No, I mean, I believe he's innocent!" She added quickly, seeing the look on Harry's face. "It's just...weird. Sort of hard to wrap my mind around, you know? It's also hard to comprehend what actually happened to him. It's horrible that the Ministry never gave him a trial, and that he's been wrongly accused of murder for fourteen years." She shuddered. "I can't believe that the Ministry ever let this happen...it's incredible." After a moment she murmered, more to herself than Harry, it seemed, "Poor Sirius."
There was a short silence in which Harry found himself wondering what on Earth was taking Ron and Hermione so long. Sure, Hermione had a big house, but it shouldn't take too long to go to the dining room and back. Ginny was apparently thinking the same thing, because she nodded at the doorway in which Ron and Hermione had left the living room, looking at Harry questioningly. But before either of them could say anything, there was the sound of Hermione's voice, and she and Ron turned the corner and into the living room. Hermione was looking slightly flustered, and Ron slightly pink in the face as they joined Harry and Ginny. Ron, Harry noticed, was staring around the Granger's home much in the same way that Harry had when he had first arrived, but was obviously trying in vain to hide his surprise and amazement.
"Well," Harry said quickly, all of his previous thoughts about Ginny abandoning his mind as thoughts concerning Sirius and St. Mungo's threatened to overflow from his head. "Let's get a move on. I want to get to the hospital as soon as possible."
"Right," said Ron, who was still looking somewhat dazed after his short journey through Hermione's house. Shaking his head slightly, he reached his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a handfull of emerald green powder. Floo Powder.
Harry felt a burst of excitement. Finally...finally! Harry was finally going to St. Mungo's!
A/N: Oh, yes-the plot thickens...the teeniest bit of romance here, eh? There probably won't be too much romance though, just a little because I want to focus more on other things that are going on...I just thought that a little romance might make things a little more interesting, and add onto the already large amount of story threads throughout this one, larger story. This is where a lot of stuff starts to happen, and things begin to get more complicated...now you guys know why I wrote that in the summary, huh?
Now the chapters are beginning to get a bit longer, methinks. :) I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, I can tell you that much! Hehe just picturing Ron and Ginny like that made me laugh...hehe...
Oh, I'm happy that none of you seem to think that that whole Hermione-being-rich-thingy wasn't too far fetched-like a lot of the things in this story, that idea just popped out of no where and appeared on the screen...
RedRoseAngel: Oh hi a new reviewer! A lot of people think that Harry and Hermione should hook up, but I personally can't see that...lol sorry! There probably won't be too much romance here though, and at this point I doubt that there will be Ron/Hermiobne at all, and if there is it won't be till later-and nothing too serious, I want to focus on other stuff-it would just be there for good measure :) and to make things more interesting. I don't even know if it'll be there, though, so...
I'm really glad that you like my story a lot, even if you don't agree with some of the pairings!
WeasleyTwinsLover1112:Hehe I have been prolonging their trip to St. Mungo's a long time, haven't I? Hehe...
Abby: Not practices, really-rehearsals. I was recently in a show, and my director worked us hard...it was soooo much fun, but really tiring! No! Don't die just yet!
It really is a very stupid rule isn't it? Grr...they should change it, it really doesn't matter.
Yuffie-Girl: Hey! You're back! Where ya been? Yeah, the Hermione rich thing does kinda make sense, I like it...don't worry, St. Mungo's isn't too far off!
Wellduh... :Don't worry, it's alright. I thought the whole Hermione rich thing was a good idea...dentists, like doctors, get paid an awful lot-in the U.S., at least, I'm assuming Britain as well.
Lily of the Valley: You think I write like JKR? Wow that is so cool!!! Are we really that similar? Lol, I don't write complete sentences either...I'm glad you liked that, I thought it was kinda interesting. Symbols and metaphors rock!
And...I couldn't make a profit off of any of my fanfiction stories, even if I wanted to!
Chapter Seven-Redheads At 4515 Irwin Avenue
Harry ate breakfast with Hermione. Every once in a while her parents would drop by, asking lots of questions about St. Mungo's and what they were going to do. Hermione purposely didn't give her parents the whole story-partly because they knew Sirius to be a murderer, and also because they most likely wouldn't understand a word of what Hermione was saying if she told them everything. However, Hermione seemed to know a great deal about St. Mungo's, having presumably read about it in some book or other. Harry, who once again felt annoyed that he hadn't grown up knowing the information Hermione was telling her parents about magical healing, listened with interest as she put on her lecture voice and began telling them about the different ways a mediwizard could heal a broken leg.
Soon enough, however, Harry's mind began to wander as Hermione's talks about broken bones became dull. He wondered if Sirius had any broken bones, but then he remembered that the Daily Prophet article had said that he had a head injury and a sprained arm. Sprained arms, Harry knew, could be healed, but he couldn't help wondering about how serious Sirius's head injury was. Then a thought occurred to Harry with a jolt, and he dropped the fork he had been using to spear a sausage with in surprise.
Was Sirius conscious?
The question pierced through his mind like a knife through butter as Harry suddenly realized that he didn't have the slightest idea to what the answer was. Was Sirius awake and wondering what was going to happen to him, or was he unconscious without a clue to what was going on? Roughly two million different thoughts were getting jumbled around Harry's head, but he pushed the majority of them away and looked at Hermione. Dimly, he noticed that her parents had left the room and she was looking at him looking at her in surprise.
"Harry? What-"
"Hermione," he whispered, and the tone of his voice stopped her from continuing to speak. "Hermione, we've got to get to St. Mungo's. Now."
"Well, of course we do, Harry," she said gently. "But first we need to go to the Weasleys-"
"What?"
"The Weasleys, Harry! We need to go there and get to St. Mungo's using the Ministry car-"
"Hermione, what-"
"-Mr. Weasley will be able to get them for us, so we will be able to get into the hospital-"
"Hermione, will you tell me exactly what are you talking about?"
Hermione looked at him in surprise. "Well, Harry, how did you think we were going to get to St. Mungo's? I already wrote to Ron, and he and Mrs. Weasley told Mr. Weasley about Sirius's innocence. They are going to get here by Floo Powder in-" She looked at her watch. "-ten minutes. We are going to go to the Burrow, and Mr. Weasley is going to use a Ministry car he borrowed to bring us to the hospital. He's going to try and use his position at the Ministry to try to get to talk with Prufessor Dumbledore and Fudge."
Harry stared at her. "When did this happen?"
"After we saw each other yesterday."
"You and Ron were able to write to each other that fast?" Asked Harry, who's head was so full he thought it might burst.
"Well...he called me on a...hmm..." She grinned, but closed her mouth, looking expantantly at him.
Harry suddenly understood. "Ron tried to call you on a telephone, didn't he?"
"Well, no." Her grin grew wider. "He called me on a fellytone."
Harry laughed, his spirits rising again as he grinned at Hermione (who looked positively delighted to see him smile) and asked a new question.
"And, why did you not tell me this was what you were going to do, instead of leaving me hanging?"
Hermione turned slightly pink. "Well, I just kind of assumed that you would figure it out-I mean, how else would we get there? St. Mungo's doesn't have one specific fireplace for people using Floo Powder to get there, and we can't Apparate, so I thought that you would understand, I mean, it's pretty obvious-"
"I get it, Hermione."
There was another period of silence as Harry and Hermione finished their breakfast, Harry feeling much better then he could remember feeling in the past couple of days-because there was a solid (well, hopefully solid) plan to see Sirius. They had only just finished eating a few minutes later and were setting the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink when there was the distinctive sound of yells coming from somewhere in another part of the house.
"Oh!" Hermione cried, her mouth very wide and her eyebrows very high as her eyes flew to the watch on her wrist. "It's time!" She turned and ran from the kitchen, Harry on her heels.
It was very hard for Harry to run right behind Hermione as he followed her through her enormous house, because as she was running in front of him her hair flew off her shoulders and he soon found a large quantity of bushy, curly brown hair in his eyes as he ran. More than once Harry found himself tripping over a small table or chair as he stumbled along behind Hermione. He was feeling very clumsy indeed by the time they had reached the Grangers' living room. Hermione stopped short as they reached the threshold, and Harry immediately bumped into her. Feeling a little annoyed, he edged around Hermione (whom, Harry noticed, he was now the same height as-he had always been slightly shorter then her) so that he could see the room, and found himself to be greeted by one of the strangest sights he had ever seen.
Ron and Ginny Weasley were lying on an overturned couch on Hermione's living room floor, covered from head to toe in soot from the fireplace. They both stared up at Harry and Hermione, and Harry was under the impression that they were too surprised to find themselves in the position they were in to say anything. In the corner of the room, Hermione's parents stood, staring at the scene in a mixture of shock, horror and confusion.
From what Harry gathered as he stood in the doorway, fighting back a laugh at the sight of his two friends, apparently one of the many couches in the Granger's living room had been leaning with its back against the fireplace. Now, the fireplace being the location where the Weasleys were arriving, a problemn arose. From what the scene before him told, in Harry's mind it looked as if the fireplace had not been boarded up, and the only blocking in front of it was the couch. Ron and Ginny, it looked like, had come into the Grangers' firepalce with such force that as they rammed into the back of the couch, flipping it over and bringing themselves flying in it along with it.
"Well, hello, Ron. Ginny," said Harry, trying very hard to keep a straight face. "Long time, no see." The corners of his mouth twitched dangerously, but he quickly recovered himself and returned the very solemn gaze that Ron was giving him as he stood, absentmindedly brushing soot off of his arms and front. Staring at Harry, he seemed to see that Harry was trying not to look amused, and he scowled, turning his gaze on to Hermione.
After staring at Ron for a monent, Hermione slowly began to speak.
"Dad..." She took a deep breath. "Dad. I thought you said you were going to move the couch this morning."
Hermione's father, who looked as anyone would feel if two teenage wizards had just fallen out of their fireplace and mutilated their living room, said, "I thought you meant..." He gulped, still staring at Ron and Ginny. "...after you're friends arrived."
Ginny giggled. Unlike Ron, she seemed to see the humor in the situation. She stood up, and after brushing off the black soot that was strikingly visible against her red hair, she caught Harry's eye and grinned. Harry, forgetting that he was pretending to be solemn, grinned as well.
Ron sighed. "Right. Well. We better get back...or Mum will send ole someone after us...where's your trunk, Harry?"
"In Hermione's dining room," said Harry vaguely, still watching carefully watching Ginny, suddenly noticing how much she had changed since he had last seen her, which had only been a few weeks ago.
Ron, who didn't seem to notice Harry watching his sister, frowned and said, "Which is...where, exactly?"
"Come on," Hermione said, motioning for Ron to follow her. She glanced at Harry, as if telling him to come with her too-but Harry, who was still looking at Ginny out of the corner of his eye, didn't notice. Shaking her head slightly, she began to leave the living room with Ron at her heels. After a moment, Mrs. Granger hurried after them, calling after them whether they wanted tea or not. Mr. Granger quickly walked out after her, muttering something about helping her find the tea kettle, which left Harry and Ginny quite alone.
"So, uh, how's it going?" Ginny asked Harry. "Some place Hermione's got here, huh?" She gazed around the room with her eyebrows high on her forehead, then turned to Harry again and grinning. "Who knew?"
Harry was only half listening to her. Well. He was musing. She certainly has grown up. She is not a little girl anymore. She's actually quite...pretty
.
Harry couldn't believe he was thinking this about Ginny. Ginny! Was this the same Ginny who used to blush everytime he smiled at her? The same Ginny who was so shy she hardly spoke to him whenever he stayed at the Burrow? The same Ginny he had known and considered himself to be friends with for almost four years, but never really known...
"Harry?"
Ginny's voice only half registered into Harry's brain, and he looked up to find her watching him curiously.
"Hmmm?" Harry said absentmindedly, still half immersed in his thoughts.
"I said, I hope everything turns out okay with Sirius," She said, raising an eyebrow. "I really do hope that he's alright."
Harry was fully into the conversation now. "You-wait-what? You know about Sirius?"
"Of course I do," Ginny said, a note of surprise in her voice. "Well, after Mum found out at the end of last term, she told Dad, and then they and Ron told our whole family." She shook her head. "I still can't believe that after all these years, something I've always been told that is true turned out to be wrong. No, I mean, I believe he's innocent!" She added quickly, seeing the look on Harry's face. "It's just...weird. Sort of hard to wrap my mind around, you know? It's also hard to comprehend what actually happened to him. It's horrible that the Ministry never gave him a trial, and that he's been wrongly accused of murder for fourteen years." She shuddered. "I can't believe that the Ministry ever let this happen...it's incredible." After a moment she murmered, more to herself than Harry, it seemed, "Poor Sirius."
There was a short silence in which Harry found himself wondering what on Earth was taking Ron and Hermione so long. Sure, Hermione had a big house, but it shouldn't take too long to go to the dining room and back. Ginny was apparently thinking the same thing, because she nodded at the doorway in which Ron and Hermione had left the living room, looking at Harry questioningly. But before either of them could say anything, there was the sound of Hermione's voice, and she and Ron turned the corner and into the living room. Hermione was looking slightly flustered, and Ron slightly pink in the face as they joined Harry and Ginny. Ron, Harry noticed, was staring around the Granger's home much in the same way that Harry had when he had first arrived, but was obviously trying in vain to hide his surprise and amazement.
"Well," Harry said quickly, all of his previous thoughts about Ginny abandoning his mind as thoughts concerning Sirius and St. Mungo's threatened to overflow from his head. "Let's get a move on. I want to get to the hospital as soon as possible."
"Right," said Ron, who was still looking somewhat dazed after his short journey through Hermione's house. Shaking his head slightly, he reached his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a handfull of emerald green powder. Floo Powder.
Harry felt a burst of excitement. Finally...finally! Harry was finally going to St. Mungo's!
A/N: Oh, yes-the plot thickens...the teeniest bit of romance here, eh? There probably won't be too much romance though, just a little because I want to focus more on other things that are going on...I just thought that a little romance might make things a little more interesting, and add onto the already large amount of story threads throughout this one, larger story. This is where a lot of stuff starts to happen, and things begin to get more complicated...now you guys know why I wrote that in the summary, huh?
Now the chapters are beginning to get a bit longer, methinks. :) I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, I can tell you that much! Hehe just picturing Ron and Ginny like that made me laugh...hehe...
Oh, I'm happy that none of you seem to think that that whole Hermione-being-rich-thingy wasn't too far fetched-like a lot of the things in this story, that idea just popped out of no where and appeared on the screen...
RedRoseAngel: Oh hi a new reviewer! A lot of people think that Harry and Hermione should hook up, but I personally can't see that...lol sorry! There probably won't be too much romance here though, and at this point I doubt that there will be Ron/Hermiobne at all, and if there is it won't be till later-and nothing too serious, I want to focus on other stuff-it would just be there for good measure :) and to make things more interesting. I don't even know if it'll be there, though, so...
I'm really glad that you like my story a lot, even if you don't agree with some of the pairings!
WeasleyTwinsLover1112:Hehe I have been prolonging their trip to St. Mungo's a long time, haven't I? Hehe...
Abby: Not practices, really-rehearsals. I was recently in a show, and my director worked us hard...it was soooo much fun, but really tiring! No! Don't die just yet!
It really is a very stupid rule isn't it? Grr...they should change it, it really doesn't matter.
Yuffie-Girl: Hey! You're back! Where ya been? Yeah, the Hermione rich thing does kinda make sense, I like it...don't worry, St. Mungo's isn't too far off!
Wellduh... :Don't worry, it's alright. I thought the whole Hermione rich thing was a good idea...dentists, like doctors, get paid an awful lot-in the U.S., at least, I'm assuming Britain as well.
Lily of the Valley: You think I write like JKR? Wow that is so cool!!! Are we really that similar? Lol, I don't write complete sentences either...I'm glad you liked that, I thought it was kinda interesting. Symbols and metaphors rock!
