AN: If you want to see the full disclaimer, please refer to the prologue. As I said before, I own nothing but my purple glitter lamp. Without further ado, here is the first chapter...enjoy, and remember to click the cute little review button.
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"Hermione honey, it's time to get up!" Analiese Granger called up to her daughter. "Fine then, I guess I can what-do-you callit...owl the Weasleys and tell them you won't be able to make it to stay at their house this year because you'd rather sleep..." She tried again.
"Well, honey, if that doesn't work," she told her husband John, "Then nothing will."
After five minutes, Analiese prepared to call up to Hermione again. Just before she opened her mouth, John stopped her with, "Here, hun, let me try." With that said, he crept up the stairs to Hermione's second story bedroom. He knocked on his daughter's door and went in when he didn't receive an answer. "Mione? Are you alright?" John Granger asked his daughter when he saw her. She was sitting on her window seat, her mouth gaping while staring at a letter she held in her hands. "Honey?"
"I got it...." she whispered, still in shock. "I'm head girl daddy!! I'm HEAD GIRL!" She screamed as she thrust the coveted head girl letter into her father's hands.
"Dear Miss Granger," her parents read, sitting around the kitchen table. "I am pleased to congratulate you on your position as this year's Head Girl. You are, by far, the best candidate for the position. Your grades are outstanding and your performance in all of your classes was exemplary, and your OWLs were extraordinary. Congratulations once again. I am looking forward to a most excellent year. See you on September first at Platform 9 and 3/4 at 11am.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"
"Congratulations, honey. We're very proud of you..." Her mom trailed off, her eyes focusing on her happy little family gathered around the kitchen table. Her eyes then slid to the left and rested on the clock. "We'd better get a move on, if we want to be on time."
Hermione bounded up the stairs and into her room to finish packing. She gently set her head girl badge on top of her best school robes. 15 minutes later, she was on her way to the Weasley's; letter in hand and a smile on her face.
Once they arrived at the Burrow, Hermione just couldn't contain herself anymore. Forgetting about the letter for now, she leapt out of her parent's 2003 Ford Focus and practically tackled her 3 best friends.
"Hey Mione!" Ginny said, once all the hugging was done. "Guess what!"
"What?"
"I got named prefect again" Ginny exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Congratulations! I knew you would," came Hermione's response.
After all the hello's and goodbye-we'll-miss-you's were exchanged, the gang moved into the living room and settled on to the couches and chairs discussing their summers. Hermione figured now would be as good as time as any to announce that she was Hogwarts' newest head girl.
"I got this *really* weird letter from Professor McGonagall today. It said something about me being what is it called?" Hermione chose her words carefully. '3, 2, 1,'she mentally counted down.
"You got head girl?!?!"all three of them shouted at once.
"Yep!"
"Way to go Mione," Harry told her as he hugged her.
"You totally deserve it," Ron said as he, too, hugged her.
"That's awesome!" was Ginny's congratulations.
"That's absolutely spiffing, if we do say so ourselves," came from the stairs. "We knew it would be you the minute we met you. You seem an awful lot like good 'ol Percy, before he turned." Fred and George said in unison.
"Wow, thanks so much everyone," Hermione said to the entire Weasley clan and Harry, as they all offered their congratulations.
"Do you know who was named head boy?" Ginny enquired.
"No, not yet." came Hermione's reply. "I think I'll be alright with anyone except Malfoy."
"How could it be Malfoy? Ginny asked.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked suspiciously and somewhat concerned.
"Didn't you hear what happened to him?"
"No. Why?" She asked.
"He got what he deserved, that slimy git." Ron told her with an somewhat elated yet evil tone of voice.
"What do you mean, 'got what he deserved'?" Hermione asked them, kind of concerned for her enemy of six years.
"Here, look at this,"Ginny told her after rummaging through a pile of old Daily Prophets.
Teenage boy murdered by You-know-who Hermione read to herself. Late yesterday afternoon, the body of 16 year old Draco Malfoy was discovered in the woods, near his home, Malfoy Manor. The cause of death has been ruled the use of the killing curse, one of the unforgivable curses. Malfoy is believed to have been killed by You-know-who's most loyal followers, known as the Deatheaters... Hermione sat there in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just read. Malfoy dead? It just didn't seem real. "You have to be joking me. This is some big practical joke right?" she asked. Everyone in the room shook their heads. "I know he was a mean self-centered git, but he didn't deserve *this*. No one deserves this." She rambled on in disbelief. He *was* her most hated enemy, but still, he was human. Well, mostly.
Once Hermione got over the shock of Malfoy's death, the conversation shifted to what happened to everyone over the summer. "So Harry. How was your summer with the Dursley's? Did you do anything mean to Dudley?" Ron asked.
"Summer was just the same as always. It was a little bit better than last year's though. I still miss Sirius a lot." Harry responded with a sigh. He really missed Sirius's guidance, although he wouldn't admit that to anyone.
"How bout you Mione? Read any good books?" Harry asked with a grin on his face.
"Actually, Harry, I did read a lot of good books after I finished this year's textbooks. I also went to visit my grandparents for a week while my parents went to Italy for their 25th anniversary." Hermione responded, choosing to ignore the jokingness in the last question.
"We went to visit Charlie again, or rather Fred, George, and I did. Their joke shop is really doing well. We should visit their shop tomorrow," Ron said. Ginny nodded in agreement to the latter.
After a while of idle chatter, Fred got the idea for all the guys to go out in the back and play a small game of two on two Quidditch. Which left Hermione and Ginny in the living room to talk about guys and make-up, all the girly stuff.
The girls went outside after about two hours to try to understand why Quidditch was so popular with the guys. They stood and watched for about ten minutes until they could hear Mrs. Weasley call "Time for bed kids! We have a big day tomorrow in Diagon Alley."
With that, everyone retired to their respective rooms, Hermione and Ginny to Ginny's room and Ron and Harry to Ron's room.
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100 miles away at the Leaky Cauldron, a boy awoke that same night to find a letter addressed to a Mr. Thompson, with a bottle of a clear blue something right next to it. He wondered who that Mr. Thompson was, if he knew him or not. Then, he remember something, or rather nothing at all. He didn't know who he was, why he was there, what had happened to him, or even his name. Curiosity got the best of him, so he opened the letter and read the contents. All the letter contained was one line telling him to drink the contents of the bottle. The letter was unsigned, so he figured how could it get any worse. He carefully uncorked the bottle and put it to his lips and tilted his head back. He felt the icy cold liquid run down his throat. His vision blurred and he all of a sudden felt too tired to do much of anything but fall back into his bed.
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And there you have it... chapter two.... I hope to have chapter three up by Thursday, because I leave for Florida Friday. It might be another week after that until you see chapter four. Then I get to go to school on the 22nd. I will try my best to update as much as I can. Don't forget to please let me know what you think.
A special thanks to
Black Tear: I'm glad you like my plot. I tried to make it original. So far this is the only one I've come across so far.
Tap Dancing Widow: I thought I'd try something new with this plot. Hopefully it'll turn out alright.
t baby: I hope you find your thestrel...or wait, no I don't...I think...
regina-terrae: I'm glad you like my story!
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"Hermione honey, it's time to get up!" Analiese Granger called up to her daughter. "Fine then, I guess I can what-do-you callit...owl the Weasleys and tell them you won't be able to make it to stay at their house this year because you'd rather sleep..." She tried again.
"Well, honey, if that doesn't work," she told her husband John, "Then nothing will."
After five minutes, Analiese prepared to call up to Hermione again. Just before she opened her mouth, John stopped her with, "Here, hun, let me try." With that said, he crept up the stairs to Hermione's second story bedroom. He knocked on his daughter's door and went in when he didn't receive an answer. "Mione? Are you alright?" John Granger asked his daughter when he saw her. She was sitting on her window seat, her mouth gaping while staring at a letter she held in her hands. "Honey?"
"I got it...." she whispered, still in shock. "I'm head girl daddy!! I'm HEAD GIRL!" She screamed as she thrust the coveted head girl letter into her father's hands.
"Dear Miss Granger," her parents read, sitting around the kitchen table. "I am pleased to congratulate you on your position as this year's Head Girl. You are, by far, the best candidate for the position. Your grades are outstanding and your performance in all of your classes was exemplary, and your OWLs were extraordinary. Congratulations once again. I am looking forward to a most excellent year. See you on September first at Platform 9 and 3/4 at 11am.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"
"Congratulations, honey. We're very proud of you..." Her mom trailed off, her eyes focusing on her happy little family gathered around the kitchen table. Her eyes then slid to the left and rested on the clock. "We'd better get a move on, if we want to be on time."
Hermione bounded up the stairs and into her room to finish packing. She gently set her head girl badge on top of her best school robes. 15 minutes later, she was on her way to the Weasley's; letter in hand and a smile on her face.
Once they arrived at the Burrow, Hermione just couldn't contain herself anymore. Forgetting about the letter for now, she leapt out of her parent's 2003 Ford Focus and practically tackled her 3 best friends.
"Hey Mione!" Ginny said, once all the hugging was done. "Guess what!"
"What?"
"I got named prefect again" Ginny exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Congratulations! I knew you would," came Hermione's response.
After all the hello's and goodbye-we'll-miss-you's were exchanged, the gang moved into the living room and settled on to the couches and chairs discussing their summers. Hermione figured now would be as good as time as any to announce that she was Hogwarts' newest head girl.
"I got this *really* weird letter from Professor McGonagall today. It said something about me being what is it called?" Hermione chose her words carefully. '3, 2, 1,'she mentally counted down.
"You got head girl?!?!"all three of them shouted at once.
"Yep!"
"Way to go Mione," Harry told her as he hugged her.
"You totally deserve it," Ron said as he, too, hugged her.
"That's awesome!" was Ginny's congratulations.
"That's absolutely spiffing, if we do say so ourselves," came from the stairs. "We knew it would be you the minute we met you. You seem an awful lot like good 'ol Percy, before he turned." Fred and George said in unison.
"Wow, thanks so much everyone," Hermione said to the entire Weasley clan and Harry, as they all offered their congratulations.
"Do you know who was named head boy?" Ginny enquired.
"No, not yet." came Hermione's reply. "I think I'll be alright with anyone except Malfoy."
"How could it be Malfoy? Ginny asked.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked suspiciously and somewhat concerned.
"Didn't you hear what happened to him?"
"No. Why?" She asked.
"He got what he deserved, that slimy git." Ron told her with an somewhat elated yet evil tone of voice.
"What do you mean, 'got what he deserved'?" Hermione asked them, kind of concerned for her enemy of six years.
"Here, look at this,"Ginny told her after rummaging through a pile of old Daily Prophets.
Teenage boy murdered by You-know-who Hermione read to herself. Late yesterday afternoon, the body of 16 year old Draco Malfoy was discovered in the woods, near his home, Malfoy Manor. The cause of death has been ruled the use of the killing curse, one of the unforgivable curses. Malfoy is believed to have been killed by You-know-who's most loyal followers, known as the Deatheaters... Hermione sat there in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just read. Malfoy dead? It just didn't seem real. "You have to be joking me. This is some big practical joke right?" she asked. Everyone in the room shook their heads. "I know he was a mean self-centered git, but he didn't deserve *this*. No one deserves this." She rambled on in disbelief. He *was* her most hated enemy, but still, he was human. Well, mostly.
Once Hermione got over the shock of Malfoy's death, the conversation shifted to what happened to everyone over the summer. "So Harry. How was your summer with the Dursley's? Did you do anything mean to Dudley?" Ron asked.
"Summer was just the same as always. It was a little bit better than last year's though. I still miss Sirius a lot." Harry responded with a sigh. He really missed Sirius's guidance, although he wouldn't admit that to anyone.
"How bout you Mione? Read any good books?" Harry asked with a grin on his face.
"Actually, Harry, I did read a lot of good books after I finished this year's textbooks. I also went to visit my grandparents for a week while my parents went to Italy for their 25th anniversary." Hermione responded, choosing to ignore the jokingness in the last question.
"We went to visit Charlie again, or rather Fred, George, and I did. Their joke shop is really doing well. We should visit their shop tomorrow," Ron said. Ginny nodded in agreement to the latter.
After a while of idle chatter, Fred got the idea for all the guys to go out in the back and play a small game of two on two Quidditch. Which left Hermione and Ginny in the living room to talk about guys and make-up, all the girly stuff.
The girls went outside after about two hours to try to understand why Quidditch was so popular with the guys. They stood and watched for about ten minutes until they could hear Mrs. Weasley call "Time for bed kids! We have a big day tomorrow in Diagon Alley."
With that, everyone retired to their respective rooms, Hermione and Ginny to Ginny's room and Ron and Harry to Ron's room.
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100 miles away at the Leaky Cauldron, a boy awoke that same night to find a letter addressed to a Mr. Thompson, with a bottle of a clear blue something right next to it. He wondered who that Mr. Thompson was, if he knew him or not. Then, he remember something, or rather nothing at all. He didn't know who he was, why he was there, what had happened to him, or even his name. Curiosity got the best of him, so he opened the letter and read the contents. All the letter contained was one line telling him to drink the contents of the bottle. The letter was unsigned, so he figured how could it get any worse. He carefully uncorked the bottle and put it to his lips and tilted his head back. He felt the icy cold liquid run down his throat. His vision blurred and he all of a sudden felt too tired to do much of anything but fall back into his bed.
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And there you have it... chapter two.... I hope to have chapter three up by Thursday, because I leave for Florida Friday. It might be another week after that until you see chapter four. Then I get to go to school on the 22nd. I will try my best to update as much as I can. Don't forget to please let me know what you think.
A special thanks to
Black Tear: I'm glad you like my plot. I tried to make it original. So far this is the only one I've come across so far.
Tap Dancing Widow: I thought I'd try something new with this plot. Hopefully it'll turn out alright.
t baby: I hope you find your thestrel...or wait, no I don't...I think...
regina-terrae: I'm glad you like my story!