Chapter two
"What have you been doing these last few days, Harry?"
"The Dursleys needed to use me as their slave before I could be released, but the decorations at their house do look superb, if I do say so myself."
Hermione gave a half-hearted giggle as she struggled to drag his belongings up the stairs.
"Jesus, Hermione. You don't have to get those. Let me help," Harry said, effortlessly lifting the trunk. The years of hard work the Dursley's house seemed to have strengthened him. Hermione lead him up the two flights of stairs to a small landing with only four doors. The Granger house was quite expansive.
All of the doors were open. Curiosity overtook Harry as Hermione scrambled to go answer the telephone. He peeked into the first room. It was a bathroom. He sighed.
"Nothing interesting here..." He continued to snoop around. The second room was a living room. It had a large TV and a computer. Harry had seen the same models in Dudley's second room a few years ago. The walls were lined with books. There was a magnificent window, displaying a fabulous view of the lake. After examining this room thoroughly, Harry moved on.
The next room was decorated in green. It was plain. There were few pictures and no distinctive personality about the room. Harry quietly decided that this must be his room.
The last room was decorated in blue with red accents. There were books spread across the floor. On the television was a muted infomercial concerning the convenience of the key-chain spork. Only $19.95. Sporadically spread around were pictures of Hermione, himself, and Ron. There were also a few of Hermione's parents.
"Lost, Harry?"
Harry gasped "Hermione! You scared me!"
"Well, I assume you've shown yourself around, no need for me to goo the trouble." She said sarcastically annoyed. Harry blushed, he was unsure of why. "Have you eaten yet?" She continued, dragging his trunk into the guest room with great difficulty.
"No," He replied, following her.
"Well you unpack and I'll go fix some supper." She said, leaving him once again.
"What have you been doing these last few days, Harry?"
"The Dursleys needed to use me as their slave before I could be released, but the decorations at their house do look superb, if I do say so myself."
Hermione gave a half-hearted giggle as she struggled to drag his belongings up the stairs.
"Jesus, Hermione. You don't have to get those. Let me help," Harry said, effortlessly lifting the trunk. The years of hard work the Dursley's house seemed to have strengthened him. Hermione lead him up the two flights of stairs to a small landing with only four doors. The Granger house was quite expansive.
All of the doors were open. Curiosity overtook Harry as Hermione scrambled to go answer the telephone. He peeked into the first room. It was a bathroom. He sighed.
"Nothing interesting here..." He continued to snoop around. The second room was a living room. It had a large TV and a computer. Harry had seen the same models in Dudley's second room a few years ago. The walls were lined with books. There was a magnificent window, displaying a fabulous view of the lake. After examining this room thoroughly, Harry moved on.
The next room was decorated in green. It was plain. There were few pictures and no distinctive personality about the room. Harry quietly decided that this must be his room.
The last room was decorated in blue with red accents. There were books spread across the floor. On the television was a muted infomercial concerning the convenience of the key-chain spork. Only $19.95. Sporadically spread around were pictures of Hermione, himself, and Ron. There were also a few of Hermione's parents.
"Lost, Harry?"
Harry gasped "Hermione! You scared me!"
"Well, I assume you've shown yourself around, no need for me to goo the trouble." She said sarcastically annoyed. Harry blushed, he was unsure of why. "Have you eaten yet?" She continued, dragging his trunk into the guest room with great difficulty.
"No," He replied, following her.
"Well you unpack and I'll go fix some supper." She said, leaving him once again.