Hey everybody. I'm an 18 year old lonely person who is bored. So I thought to myself "what is the best way to waste my time and help others at the same time". I could help my mother with the dishes, help my little brother with his homework, or humor my dad and ask him questions that make him feel smart like "so...quantum mechanics, what's that like?" But I found that writing stories for complete strangers is the best way to go. I'm practically running a f**king charity here so enjoy! No seriously... enjoy or I'll beat you. Anyways, enough about me. Let's talk about Harry Potter which just happens to be one of the best pieces of modern fiction in the universe. I could never compare to J.K. Rowling but I will try to capture the essence. Hell with it. Oh and by the way you can make fun of me if you want. I like it a lot.
Chapter 1
Harry was listlessly staring at at the ceiling, lying in his four poster bed. It was the beginning of March during his seventh year and he was about 3 months and half from graduating from Hogwarts. 103 days to be exact. He was having mixed feelings about leaving. The eccentric school was his home away from home. He loved the everchanging and winding passages and colorful surroundings on the grounds. The Dursley's were never special to him; neither was their house, seeing as his room was a broom closet for a number of years. At the same time, Harry felt a growing excitment inside of him. He was ready to bloom into a wizard with full powers, no more childish limits. N.E.W.T.s were arriving at the speed of a freight train and he was ready, at least he thought he was. Him and Ron had never been great scholars. At least he had Hermione to help him out, although she was as reluctant as ever to help two slackers, however close she was with them. Harry daydreamed of acing his N.E.W.T.s and becoming a top auror. He saw himself working alongside the members of the Order of the Pheonix. Harry then let out a big sigh and looked over to where his books were. They were sitting haphazardly on top of his robes with his wand serving as a bookmark in his Transfiguration book. Ron was lying in his bed as well making weird sleeping noises. Who knew such sounds could come from a human being, Harry thought to himself.
"Ron", Harry whispered. "Ron", he said more urgently. "RON!"
"I didn't do it, I swear! It was Fred and George", Ron uttered in a meek voice. A copper head poked up from under the covers. "Oh it's just you, you git"
"Come on Ron, I'm hungry".
They both got dressed quickly and headed down to the Great Hall, completely leaving Hermione. During their sixth year Hermione began to take some extra time to groom herself.
"You never know when a good appearance can get you ahead in the real world, might as well start here", she said in a stately manner.
"I guess...unless you become an unlucky lout like Filch and clean up owl poop everyday", Ron replied. Harry stifled a laugh. Hermione frowned at them with her usual dissaproving look. Stupid or not, Hermione looked better than she did as a first year. She had filled in a little and her long wavy hair was now a little more tameable. She also now wore a little makeup to enhance her appearance even more. Most of the Gryffindor boys had noticed which made Harry and Ron a little protective. Ron and Harry had grown as well. They were both more muscular and some people could even describe them as handsome, but in different ways. Ron was tall and boyish whereas Harry had a darker brooding look about him. The three ate their breakfast together and discussed their plans for the future. Ron was excitedly talking about joining his brother Bill and working as his apprentice for a couple years. Hermione was sure she wanted to become the top editor of The Daily Prophet.
"I just know that's the right job for me. I'm good with information and I have pretty unbiased views", Hermione said
"How could you know if you have unbiased views! I think other people need to tell you you have unbiased views first before you have them." Ron replied.
"Well I do think I'm unbiased! I always give everyone fair chances!" Hermione replied heatedly.
"But I think you can't make a judgement about yourself because naturally you will think high of yourself. Especially if it helps you get what you want, like top editor." Ron said casually.
Meanwhile Harry was daydreaming again about becoming an auror. Professor McGonagall had been helping him like she promised but whenever he practiced with her, he felt uneasy. What if he messed up badly on the N.E.W.T.s. He wouldn't be given a second chance because aurors had to be top notch. All of a sudden Harry started to feel queasy.
"HARRY!", shouted Hermione. Harry's daydream broke and he looked up at Hermione. "Do you think I'm unbiased?"
"What? Oh yeah sure. Look I don't have time for this so I'm going to go on ahead to class." With that Harry got up and started out to go to his first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
A school owl flew in and landed neatly on top of Hermione's head and dropped The Daily Prophet in her lap.
"What's gotten in to him?", Ron said. After a minute of pointlessly pondering he buried his face into his bowl of grits. Hermione gave him a disgusted look as she opened her paper to read the morning news.
A/N: Well if you guys like my story, I will continue it. I don't really have a plan for it. I kinda just make it up as I go along. I have college an everything so I'll try to write a chapter a day. See yaz.
-Montgomeryram
Chapter 1
Harry was listlessly staring at at the ceiling, lying in his four poster bed. It was the beginning of March during his seventh year and he was about 3 months and half from graduating from Hogwarts. 103 days to be exact. He was having mixed feelings about leaving. The eccentric school was his home away from home. He loved the everchanging and winding passages and colorful surroundings on the grounds. The Dursley's were never special to him; neither was their house, seeing as his room was a broom closet for a number of years. At the same time, Harry felt a growing excitment inside of him. He was ready to bloom into a wizard with full powers, no more childish limits. N.E.W.T.s were arriving at the speed of a freight train and he was ready, at least he thought he was. Him and Ron had never been great scholars. At least he had Hermione to help him out, although she was as reluctant as ever to help two slackers, however close she was with them. Harry daydreamed of acing his N.E.W.T.s and becoming a top auror. He saw himself working alongside the members of the Order of the Pheonix. Harry then let out a big sigh and looked over to where his books were. They were sitting haphazardly on top of his robes with his wand serving as a bookmark in his Transfiguration book. Ron was lying in his bed as well making weird sleeping noises. Who knew such sounds could come from a human being, Harry thought to himself.
"Ron", Harry whispered. "Ron", he said more urgently. "RON!"
"I didn't do it, I swear! It was Fred and George", Ron uttered in a meek voice. A copper head poked up from under the covers. "Oh it's just you, you git"
"Come on Ron, I'm hungry".
They both got dressed quickly and headed down to the Great Hall, completely leaving Hermione. During their sixth year Hermione began to take some extra time to groom herself.
"You never know when a good appearance can get you ahead in the real world, might as well start here", she said in a stately manner.
"I guess...unless you become an unlucky lout like Filch and clean up owl poop everyday", Ron replied. Harry stifled a laugh. Hermione frowned at them with her usual dissaproving look. Stupid or not, Hermione looked better than she did as a first year. She had filled in a little and her long wavy hair was now a little more tameable. She also now wore a little makeup to enhance her appearance even more. Most of the Gryffindor boys had noticed which made Harry and Ron a little protective. Ron and Harry had grown as well. They were both more muscular and some people could even describe them as handsome, but in different ways. Ron was tall and boyish whereas Harry had a darker brooding look about him. The three ate their breakfast together and discussed their plans for the future. Ron was excitedly talking about joining his brother Bill and working as his apprentice for a couple years. Hermione was sure she wanted to become the top editor of The Daily Prophet.
"I just know that's the right job for me. I'm good with information and I have pretty unbiased views", Hermione said
"How could you know if you have unbiased views! I think other people need to tell you you have unbiased views first before you have them." Ron replied.
"Well I do think I'm unbiased! I always give everyone fair chances!" Hermione replied heatedly.
"But I think you can't make a judgement about yourself because naturally you will think high of yourself. Especially if it helps you get what you want, like top editor." Ron said casually.
Meanwhile Harry was daydreaming again about becoming an auror. Professor McGonagall had been helping him like she promised but whenever he practiced with her, he felt uneasy. What if he messed up badly on the N.E.W.T.s. He wouldn't be given a second chance because aurors had to be top notch. All of a sudden Harry started to feel queasy.
"HARRY!", shouted Hermione. Harry's daydream broke and he looked up at Hermione. "Do you think I'm unbiased?"
"What? Oh yeah sure. Look I don't have time for this so I'm going to go on ahead to class." With that Harry got up and started out to go to his first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
A school owl flew in and landed neatly on top of Hermione's head and dropped The Daily Prophet in her lap.
"What's gotten in to him?", Ron said. After a minute of pointlessly pondering he buried his face into his bowl of grits. Hermione gave him a disgusted look as she opened her paper to read the morning news.
A/N: Well if you guys like my story, I will continue it. I don't really have a plan for it. I kinda just make it up as I go along. I have college an everything so I'll try to write a chapter a day. See yaz.
-Montgomeryram