Okay I am back and ready to rock . . . sort of. I need to know some
popular British music and bands otherwise I am going to have to BS
something about Hermoine being obsessed with Yank (American) music. Oh and
please let me know if I do something you particularly like.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
A Ride to the Grangers
At ten am, Harry was sitting on his trunk in the entry way of number four, Privet drive when he watched the SUV pull up. It was a bright red, unlike Uncle Vernon's sensible silver. Hermoine was at the door in an instant. When Harry pulled open the door and saw her, they wrapped each other I a hug. Both said to the other, "I missed you so much."
Behind her, the older Grangers pushed their way in the door. Mr. Granger greeted Harry with a handshake and Mrs. Granger gave Harry a small hug. Mrs. Granger commented on how much Harry had grown since she had last gotten a good look at him, just before second year. "Well, lets meet your folks," smiled Mr. Granger. Harry felt a little bit of panic rise.
"Um, I really don't think you want to," he said trying to sound natural.
"Mum, Daddy, I told you about Harry's folks. We don't want to meet them." Hermoine was already heading over to help Harry with his trunk, but her mother was turning to them both.
"Young lady," Her mother began, "you may have told us the truth about these . . . people," She hesitated to use the word to describe the Dursley's but really had no choice. "But you know that we believe that everyone deserves a chance. Hope springs eternal."
Mr. Granger put on a huge smile and greeted Harry's uncle, "And you must be Vernon. Its nice to meet you. I am Rupert Granger and this is my wife Evelyn. And this is our daughter, whom I'm sure Harry has told you all about, Hermoine."
Vernon Dursley looked at the two like they were a disgusting chore he had to face. He didn't know that the Grangers were not wizards. So he made small talk while his face turned it's brilliant purple hue. Harry sat in a chair across from Hermoine and for the first time took stock of how much she had changed since he had first met her. She was a good deal taller now, not as tall as him or Ron. Plus she had grown in other ways. He noticed her clothing was far different than she he normally saw her in. she normally wore robes on the train and around the Order. Now she was in a tight T and hip hugger jeans. It finally sunk into Harry how beautiful she was. He mentally slapped himself in the face thinking, 'you are not checking out your best friend.'
But the truth was he had. But he hadn't been the only one. Dudley, Harry's enormous cousin, was on the other side of Uncle Vernon, trying to suck in as much of his remaining fat as he could.
Eventually Vernon Dursley had said enough things to convince even the Grangers that he was an idiot. They stood up and left. Harry truly wished it were the last time he would see Privet Drive, but he knew he would have to come back for at least one day next summer.
As they began the two hour drive back to Hermoine's home in Harington, chatter began. "Harry," Hermoine spoke, "Have you put on muscle?"
"Actually yes," he said blushing. The only way he had expanded horizontally was with his increasing muscle mass. He wasn't anywhere near an intimidating size, but he was larger. "I have been mimicking most of my cousin's boxing exercises. I can actually press my trunk, fully loaded." The Grangers in the front seats made noises of being impressed.
Hermoine looked at Harry's clothes, remembering that this was these were actually the same clothes he had been wearing when they first met on the Hogwart's Express. "Harry, we live near a shopping center. Would you like to go shopping with me and my friend, Jenny?"
"Uh, I don't have any Muggle money," Harry said with embarrassment. In the wizard world, Harry was rich and famous. In the Muggle world, he was a poor nobody. He hated being either, and even more he hated being both.
"Consider it our gift," said Mrs. Granger. Her husband nodded in agreement. By this time they were approaching a fairly modest three story house with a nice yard. In the drive was a young girl holding a sign which read, "WELCOME HARRY POTTER!" Hermoine shook her head and blushed.
"My friend knows about . . . well us. And I have told her about most of our . . . adventures. She is almost as obsessed with you as the Creevey brothers. I hope she doesn't . . ." but Hermoine didn't get to finish her thought as Harry was tackled as he got out of the SUV by the hyperactive Muggle girl.
"You've got to be Harry, the glasses, the hair, the scar. Hermoine goes on and on about you!" Jenny spoke so fast that the only words Harry understood were "scar" and "you". She was dressed in the same simple fashion as Hermoine. Harry was starting to regret the fact that he had agreed to go shopping with this girl, but a promise is a promise. At least it meant spending time with Hermoine. 'Wait," he thought, 'I did not just think that!'
Nearby, someone watched the mayhem and chuckled. "the boy attracts women like his father," the person whispered. "But why is it he reminds me so damn much of Sirius?" she shook her head. The boy was a target. He was to be analyzed and studied, but not related to. She returned her mind to her hunter mentality. She made small notes
slight frame indicates undernourishment, possible weak.
strong affection for female Muggle-born, Hermoine Granger. If desperate possible weakness
he looks too damn much like his god-father.
After unpacking Harry found himself dragged to Jenny's car. The shopping center was a little ways away. On the way Jenny talked about how she marveled at all of Harry's accomplishments and adventures. Harry jokingly suggested that she write a book about them. He said that Muggles would figure it for fiction. Jennifer Katharine Rowling actually thought that might be a good idea. (A/N I don't know JKR's real name. I just thought this would be funny). They headed in to the mall. Jenny, the most experienced shopper took point and Harry and Hermoine side by side were swept along in her wake. Hermoine had to fight down the urge to take Harry's hand in hers several times.
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well what did you think? Oh and I am planning a little romance for Ron too. But you have to tell me who you think Ron should end up with, Luna Lovegood (whom I think has a crush on him) or Jenny Rowling. If Jenny doesn't win Ron I will have her find another way to stay in the game. But I need your opinions quick. In two chapters Jenny is going to meet the Weaslys and several other wizards.
Please R/R thank you!
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
A Ride to the Grangers
At ten am, Harry was sitting on his trunk in the entry way of number four, Privet drive when he watched the SUV pull up. It was a bright red, unlike Uncle Vernon's sensible silver. Hermoine was at the door in an instant. When Harry pulled open the door and saw her, they wrapped each other I a hug. Both said to the other, "I missed you so much."
Behind her, the older Grangers pushed their way in the door. Mr. Granger greeted Harry with a handshake and Mrs. Granger gave Harry a small hug. Mrs. Granger commented on how much Harry had grown since she had last gotten a good look at him, just before second year. "Well, lets meet your folks," smiled Mr. Granger. Harry felt a little bit of panic rise.
"Um, I really don't think you want to," he said trying to sound natural.
"Mum, Daddy, I told you about Harry's folks. We don't want to meet them." Hermoine was already heading over to help Harry with his trunk, but her mother was turning to them both.
"Young lady," Her mother began, "you may have told us the truth about these . . . people," She hesitated to use the word to describe the Dursley's but really had no choice. "But you know that we believe that everyone deserves a chance. Hope springs eternal."
Mr. Granger put on a huge smile and greeted Harry's uncle, "And you must be Vernon. Its nice to meet you. I am Rupert Granger and this is my wife Evelyn. And this is our daughter, whom I'm sure Harry has told you all about, Hermoine."
Vernon Dursley looked at the two like they were a disgusting chore he had to face. He didn't know that the Grangers were not wizards. So he made small talk while his face turned it's brilliant purple hue. Harry sat in a chair across from Hermoine and for the first time took stock of how much she had changed since he had first met her. She was a good deal taller now, not as tall as him or Ron. Plus she had grown in other ways. He noticed her clothing was far different than she he normally saw her in. she normally wore robes on the train and around the Order. Now she was in a tight T and hip hugger jeans. It finally sunk into Harry how beautiful she was. He mentally slapped himself in the face thinking, 'you are not checking out your best friend.'
But the truth was he had. But he hadn't been the only one. Dudley, Harry's enormous cousin, was on the other side of Uncle Vernon, trying to suck in as much of his remaining fat as he could.
Eventually Vernon Dursley had said enough things to convince even the Grangers that he was an idiot. They stood up and left. Harry truly wished it were the last time he would see Privet Drive, but he knew he would have to come back for at least one day next summer.
As they began the two hour drive back to Hermoine's home in Harington, chatter began. "Harry," Hermoine spoke, "Have you put on muscle?"
"Actually yes," he said blushing. The only way he had expanded horizontally was with his increasing muscle mass. He wasn't anywhere near an intimidating size, but he was larger. "I have been mimicking most of my cousin's boxing exercises. I can actually press my trunk, fully loaded." The Grangers in the front seats made noises of being impressed.
Hermoine looked at Harry's clothes, remembering that this was these were actually the same clothes he had been wearing when they first met on the Hogwart's Express. "Harry, we live near a shopping center. Would you like to go shopping with me and my friend, Jenny?"
"Uh, I don't have any Muggle money," Harry said with embarrassment. In the wizard world, Harry was rich and famous. In the Muggle world, he was a poor nobody. He hated being either, and even more he hated being both.
"Consider it our gift," said Mrs. Granger. Her husband nodded in agreement. By this time they were approaching a fairly modest three story house with a nice yard. In the drive was a young girl holding a sign which read, "WELCOME HARRY POTTER!" Hermoine shook her head and blushed.
"My friend knows about . . . well us. And I have told her about most of our . . . adventures. She is almost as obsessed with you as the Creevey brothers. I hope she doesn't . . ." but Hermoine didn't get to finish her thought as Harry was tackled as he got out of the SUV by the hyperactive Muggle girl.
"You've got to be Harry, the glasses, the hair, the scar. Hermoine goes on and on about you!" Jenny spoke so fast that the only words Harry understood were "scar" and "you". She was dressed in the same simple fashion as Hermoine. Harry was starting to regret the fact that he had agreed to go shopping with this girl, but a promise is a promise. At least it meant spending time with Hermoine. 'Wait," he thought, 'I did not just think that!'
Nearby, someone watched the mayhem and chuckled. "the boy attracts women like his father," the person whispered. "But why is it he reminds me so damn much of Sirius?" she shook her head. The boy was a target. He was to be analyzed and studied, but not related to. She returned her mind to her hunter mentality. She made small notes
slight frame indicates undernourishment, possible weak.
strong affection for female Muggle-born, Hermoine Granger. If desperate possible weakness
he looks too damn much like his god-father.
After unpacking Harry found himself dragged to Jenny's car. The shopping center was a little ways away. On the way Jenny talked about how she marveled at all of Harry's accomplishments and adventures. Harry jokingly suggested that she write a book about them. He said that Muggles would figure it for fiction. Jennifer Katharine Rowling actually thought that might be a good idea. (A/N I don't know JKR's real name. I just thought this would be funny). They headed in to the mall. Jenny, the most experienced shopper took point and Harry and Hermoine side by side were swept along in her wake. Hermoine had to fight down the urge to take Harry's hand in hers several times.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well what did you think? Oh and I am planning a little romance for Ron too. But you have to tell me who you think Ron should end up with, Luna Lovegood (whom I think has a crush on him) or Jenny Rowling. If Jenny doesn't win Ron I will have her find another way to stay in the game. But I need your opinions quick. In two chapters Jenny is going to meet the Weaslys and several other wizards.
Please R/R thank you!