Warning: This chapter is crazy and it also discusses yoopers. If you are offended by that, don't read!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nuff said.
The Wizard Protection Program
Pairings: Harry/Ashley, Ron/not telling, Hermione/not telling, Draco/not telling, Snape/not telling
Rating: PG
Chapter 2: Worms and Squirms
One Hermione Granger hopped off her four-wheel ATV (a/n: for those unaware, ATV stands for all -terrian vechile) and sighed. She had been doing this routine for a while now, but she still wasn't big on it. Being a stupid yooper hick (a/n: yooper is somebody from the upper peninsula of Michigan...kind of Great Lakes area joke...the stupid and hick coem from her character profile that was in her envelope) was not on her list of post-Hogwarts things to do.
She opened up her shop, Lucky's Bait and Tackle, by clicking the lightswitch and flipping over the sign on the door so that the "Open" was facing outwards. She had a bait delivery in a half an hour. Lucky's was known as the best bait shop in Iron River, having the freshest bait in the county.
"Well, enough time to get the mail and feed Crookshanks," she said to herself. She walked over to a large aquarium where a walleye was swimming. She grabbed some of yesterday's bait and threw it in.
"There you go, Crookshanks," she cooed. According to Minister McNally, this was the best way to keep a low profile, as having a huge cat wandering around her store or camp was an easy way for him to become bear bait.
Hermione then headed out towards her mailbox, deep in thought. She hadn't heard from anyone in the wizarding world in a very long time. At all, in fact, since she "relocated" to the U.P. She was beginning to understand how Harry must have felt during the summers, stuck in uncomfertable situations without a more than a few words from his friends. Hermione reached the mailbox hoping to hear from someone. Harry, Dumbledore, Draco, even a letter from Snape would do. She missed human contact. Well, real human contact. The grumpy old men who retired to the remote area and flashy young fools from Chicago who treated her like nothing more than a piece of ass were not what she'd call human contact.
She scanned the letters that she found in in her mailbox, which was shaped like a fish with the "door" as it's wide-open mouth (a/n: they really make these, no joke) as she headed towards her shop again.
"Junk, junk, junk, bill, junk, bill...who's Karl Stephan?" Hermione muttered to herself, hoping that it wasn't more junk mail. She tore it open and immeadiatly recognized Harry's scrawl.
"Hah! I have such a better name!" she exclaimed as she entered the shop, which smelled of dirt and fish...what else, not noticing a blond women with chocolate brown eyes examining the bait in one of the coolers towards the back of the store who had turned to stare at her outburst.
"Excuse me?" the woman said. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her hair was in two French braids that reached just past her shoulders. Hermione felt red creeping up her neck as she turned towards the woman.
"Oh, nothing, just some junk mail," she explained to the woman. Hermione was amazed and slightly excited to see a woman in her shop, it was the first occurance so far. "Welcome to Lucky's, by the way, I'm Kristen Green!" She ran a hand through her now jet-black thin hair. She had never met anyone here yet worth being friends with, and here was a woman who seemed to not be so much like the girls Hermione knew from school, such as Lavender and Parvati, but more like her. She hoped she wouldn't blow it.
"The name's Emily Murphy! Nice to meet you," the woman replied, genuinly sweet. She had grown up around her father and his friends at their hunting and fishing camp. She, as well as Hermione, needed a friend of the Anon A sex.
Hermione thought for a moment. She knew the name from somewhere. "Oh my gosh," she burst after a moment, "Is your dad Andy Murphy?" Emily nodded and Hermione grinned. "He comes in here all the time. Always talking about his daughter, which I now know is you. Jeez, he could have told me you were near my age!"
Emily blushed. "That's my dad for you. I grew up with him up here. He taught me to hunt, fish, all the works, and he's darn proud. You should come have dinner with us tonight. You're new around town, right?"
"Yeah, I 've been here no more than a month," Hermione replied. She was so excited at how friendly people were. She had a friend here now.
"Sounds great. I'll scribble down the directions for you," she exclaimed, grabbing one of the junk mail envelopes and drawing a small map on it. "We're having a fish fry because my dad just came back from Bay de Noc on a trip. I'd assume you like fish!"
"Yep, sounds great! Should I bring something?" Hermione didn't mind stopping at the store. She had the money and she wanted to keep her new friend badly.
"Ahh, how about some free bait?" Emily said with a wink while Hermione rang her purchase up. "Friends and Family discount, right?"
Hermione waved as her friend headed towards her ATV. "Sure, see ya then!"
As Emily left, Hermione finished Harry's letter and scribbled a reply telling him all about Emily and her new shop and of course, her new identity. She headed back out to the fish mailbox and stuck his fin up, signifying there was a letter to be mailed.
Review notes:
Lisa-Chan3~ Thanks! I smell it, too, actually! Fairamon has a point! I am glad you liked it.
Missy-Minnie~ Thanks for checking it out. That is cool that you from Fiction-Net! I love that site.
Thanks and please review!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nuff said.
The Wizard Protection Program
Pairings: Harry/Ashley, Ron/not telling, Hermione/not telling, Draco/not telling, Snape/not telling
Rating: PG
Chapter 2: Worms and Squirms
One Hermione Granger hopped off her four-wheel ATV (a/n: for those unaware, ATV stands for all -terrian vechile) and sighed. She had been doing this routine for a while now, but she still wasn't big on it. Being a stupid yooper hick (a/n: yooper is somebody from the upper peninsula of Michigan...kind of Great Lakes area joke...the stupid and hick coem from her character profile that was in her envelope) was not on her list of post-Hogwarts things to do.
She opened up her shop, Lucky's Bait and Tackle, by clicking the lightswitch and flipping over the sign on the door so that the "Open" was facing outwards. She had a bait delivery in a half an hour. Lucky's was known as the best bait shop in Iron River, having the freshest bait in the county.
"Well, enough time to get the mail and feed Crookshanks," she said to herself. She walked over to a large aquarium where a walleye was swimming. She grabbed some of yesterday's bait and threw it in.
"There you go, Crookshanks," she cooed. According to Minister McNally, this was the best way to keep a low profile, as having a huge cat wandering around her store or camp was an easy way for him to become bear bait.
Hermione then headed out towards her mailbox, deep in thought. She hadn't heard from anyone in the wizarding world in a very long time. At all, in fact, since she "relocated" to the U.P. She was beginning to understand how Harry must have felt during the summers, stuck in uncomfertable situations without a more than a few words from his friends. Hermione reached the mailbox hoping to hear from someone. Harry, Dumbledore, Draco, even a letter from Snape would do. She missed human contact. Well, real human contact. The grumpy old men who retired to the remote area and flashy young fools from Chicago who treated her like nothing more than a piece of ass were not what she'd call human contact.
She scanned the letters that she found in in her mailbox, which was shaped like a fish with the "door" as it's wide-open mouth (a/n: they really make these, no joke) as she headed towards her shop again.
"Junk, junk, junk, bill, junk, bill...who's Karl Stephan?" Hermione muttered to herself, hoping that it wasn't more junk mail. She tore it open and immeadiatly recognized Harry's scrawl.
"Hah! I have such a better name!" she exclaimed as she entered the shop, which smelled of dirt and fish...what else, not noticing a blond women with chocolate brown eyes examining the bait in one of the coolers towards the back of the store who had turned to stare at her outburst.
"Excuse me?" the woman said. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her hair was in two French braids that reached just past her shoulders. Hermione felt red creeping up her neck as she turned towards the woman.
"Oh, nothing, just some junk mail," she explained to the woman. Hermione was amazed and slightly excited to see a woman in her shop, it was the first occurance so far. "Welcome to Lucky's, by the way, I'm Kristen Green!" She ran a hand through her now jet-black thin hair. She had never met anyone here yet worth being friends with, and here was a woman who seemed to not be so much like the girls Hermione knew from school, such as Lavender and Parvati, but more like her. She hoped she wouldn't blow it.
"The name's Emily Murphy! Nice to meet you," the woman replied, genuinly sweet. She had grown up around her father and his friends at their hunting and fishing camp. She, as well as Hermione, needed a friend of the Anon A sex.
Hermione thought for a moment. She knew the name from somewhere. "Oh my gosh," she burst after a moment, "Is your dad Andy Murphy?" Emily nodded and Hermione grinned. "He comes in here all the time. Always talking about his daughter, which I now know is you. Jeez, he could have told me you were near my age!"
Emily blushed. "That's my dad for you. I grew up with him up here. He taught me to hunt, fish, all the works, and he's darn proud. You should come have dinner with us tonight. You're new around town, right?"
"Yeah, I 've been here no more than a month," Hermione replied. She was so excited at how friendly people were. She had a friend here now.
"Sounds great. I'll scribble down the directions for you," she exclaimed, grabbing one of the junk mail envelopes and drawing a small map on it. "We're having a fish fry because my dad just came back from Bay de Noc on a trip. I'd assume you like fish!"
"Yep, sounds great! Should I bring something?" Hermione didn't mind stopping at the store. She had the money and she wanted to keep her new friend badly.
"Ahh, how about some free bait?" Emily said with a wink while Hermione rang her purchase up. "Friends and Family discount, right?"
Hermione waved as her friend headed towards her ATV. "Sure, see ya then!"
As Emily left, Hermione finished Harry's letter and scribbled a reply telling him all about Emily and her new shop and of course, her new identity. She headed back out to the fish mailbox and stuck his fin up, signifying there was a letter to be mailed.
Review notes:
Lisa-Chan3~ Thanks! I smell it, too, actually! Fairamon has a point! I am glad you liked it.
Missy-Minnie~ Thanks for checking it out. That is cool that you from Fiction-Net! I love that site.
Thanks and please review!