Written Fates
This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I've read a lot of your stories, and I've loved them all (see my favorite author and story pages.) This story is set at Hermione and Ron's fifth year at Hogwarts. I would also like to mention that almost all of the characters mentioned in this story were created by the remarkably talented J.K. Rowling. If I decide to introduce a character not mentioned in books 1-5, then they are totally my creation. I'd really appreciate your advice and your criticism, and also your suggestions that I could later rope into some of the chapters. For now though, here's chapter one.
Chapter One
Hermione woke up and stretched. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around her room. To the naked eye, there was nothing unusual about it. Unless, or course, you took a closer look at some of her possessions. The bookcase, for instance, was crammed with books with titles such as 100 Magical Herbs and Fungi and many worn volumes of The Standard Book of Spells, grades 1-4. At the foot of her bed sat her packed trunk, full of robes and potion ingredients, and also a cauldron. And to top it all off, neatly placed on her desktop was a clean and polished wand. By now you may be thinking what kind of teenager is this Hermione? Well, in case you haven't noticed, Hermione happens to be an extremely clever witch, and in a few hours from now, is about to embark on a journey to her fifth year at Hogwarts with her very good friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasely.
At this thought, Hermione jumped out of bed. "I've got to get ready!" she cried. She hurriedly washed herself and put on some muggle clothing. When she entered the kitchen for breakfast, she was greeted to the aroma of pancakes and bacon.
"Good morning, sweetheart," her mother greeted her warmly. "All packed?"
"Just about," Hermione answered through a mouthful of pancakes. "I need to be at Platform 9 ¾ early for the prefect's meeting."
"Very well," said her mother. Hermione's parents had been extremely proud of her for being named one of the two prefects of Gryffindor house. "Have you any idea who is the other prefect?"
"No, I haven't," Hermione answered, "although Harry said he might have some idea who it might be. Did you know that Harry got sent to the Burrow? Funny that I wasn't invited."
Hermione looked down at her watch. "We better get going, I don't want to be late." She finished what was left of her breakfast, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and went upstairs to get her trunk.
Half an hour later, Hermione was in one of the compartments with most of the chosen prefects of the other houses. The other prefect from the Gryffindor house, however, had yet to appear.
Suddenly, the door to the compartment opened and in came a boy with flaming red hair and freckles scattered all over his face. Hermione knew in an instant that it could only be a tanner and taller version of her friend Ron.
"Ron, you shouldn't be in here, this is the prefect's meeting," Hermione whispered, trying to shove him out the door he came in.
"I know that, Hermione. I'm a prefect too!" Ron replied, slightly annoyed. She stopped her shoving and let the sentence take full effect and to see a shining pin the shape of a P on his chest.
"Oh.Oh! Sorry, Ron. I-I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.
"I thought you'd make fun of me," he said quickly, his ears turning pink.
The two stopped talking long enough to hear the rest of the prefect's meeting, and then one by one, they all exited the compartment. There were far more people when they came out, so they had to squeeze by many people to make to the compartment that Ron had said Harry would be saving them. When they finally got there, they heaved their luggage up into the racks above their heads and threw themselves into the cushy seats lining both sides of the compartment.
"What took you?" Harry asked.
"Nice to see you too, Harry," Hermione sniffed.
"Sorry Hermione, it is nice to see you," he said with a genuinely warm smile on his face. "But really, what did take you guys so long?"
"Well, since Hermione wasn't convinced that I was prefect material." Ron started, before he was interrupted by Hermione. "Oh, enough already, I told you I was sorry! Maybe I would have known if I had seen the both of you this summer!" she snapped.
There was an awkward silence between the three of them. The fact that Harry had been for a visit to the Burrow and Hermione hadn't still had not been touched upon.
"Hermione, I'm sorry, it's just." he started, but before he could continue, Hermione stopped him.
"It's okay Ron. I understand," she said, even though she didn't know what she was supposed to understand.
Suddenly, the compartment door opened, and in came Ginny, Ron's younger but equally red-haired and freckled sister.
A sudden warmth spread through Hermione. One of the few people who had contacted her over the summer had been Ginny, and their already tight bond had grown even closer. Hermione thought of Ginny as the sister that she had never had, but always wanted.
"Ginny! How are you?" Hermione asked, getting up to hug her friend.
"I'm wonderful, thanks. I'm so sorry that you couldn't come to the Burrow this summer, I begged Mum to let you, but." Ginny said, but before she could go on, she was shot a deadly look from Ron. Before Hermione could question this, however, Ginny seemed to have become magnetically attached to the door.
"Er- well, I've really got to run. I'll save a carriage for you guys when we get up to the castle, okay?" Ginny asked, before quickly shutting the door behind her.
Hermione was quite perplexed. "What's up with Ginny?"
Hmm.what is up with Ginny? What does she know that Hermione doesn't? And what's up with Ron's death stare?
Want to know?
Here's what to do. Read Review Wait for me to think of the next chapter, silly (
p.s. Notice how I like funny words? If you have some, tell me! I'll work them into the story for you (
This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I've read a lot of your stories, and I've loved them all (see my favorite author and story pages.) This story is set at Hermione and Ron's fifth year at Hogwarts. I would also like to mention that almost all of the characters mentioned in this story were created by the remarkably talented J.K. Rowling. If I decide to introduce a character not mentioned in books 1-5, then they are totally my creation. I'd really appreciate your advice and your criticism, and also your suggestions that I could later rope into some of the chapters. For now though, here's chapter one.
Chapter One
Hermione woke up and stretched. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around her room. To the naked eye, there was nothing unusual about it. Unless, or course, you took a closer look at some of her possessions. The bookcase, for instance, was crammed with books with titles such as 100 Magical Herbs and Fungi and many worn volumes of The Standard Book of Spells, grades 1-4. At the foot of her bed sat her packed trunk, full of robes and potion ingredients, and also a cauldron. And to top it all off, neatly placed on her desktop was a clean and polished wand. By now you may be thinking what kind of teenager is this Hermione? Well, in case you haven't noticed, Hermione happens to be an extremely clever witch, and in a few hours from now, is about to embark on a journey to her fifth year at Hogwarts with her very good friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasely.
At this thought, Hermione jumped out of bed. "I've got to get ready!" she cried. She hurriedly washed herself and put on some muggle clothing. When she entered the kitchen for breakfast, she was greeted to the aroma of pancakes and bacon.
"Good morning, sweetheart," her mother greeted her warmly. "All packed?"
"Just about," Hermione answered through a mouthful of pancakes. "I need to be at Platform 9 ¾ early for the prefect's meeting."
"Very well," said her mother. Hermione's parents had been extremely proud of her for being named one of the two prefects of Gryffindor house. "Have you any idea who is the other prefect?"
"No, I haven't," Hermione answered, "although Harry said he might have some idea who it might be. Did you know that Harry got sent to the Burrow? Funny that I wasn't invited."
Hermione looked down at her watch. "We better get going, I don't want to be late." She finished what was left of her breakfast, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and went upstairs to get her trunk.
Half an hour later, Hermione was in one of the compartments with most of the chosen prefects of the other houses. The other prefect from the Gryffindor house, however, had yet to appear.
Suddenly, the door to the compartment opened and in came a boy with flaming red hair and freckles scattered all over his face. Hermione knew in an instant that it could only be a tanner and taller version of her friend Ron.
"Ron, you shouldn't be in here, this is the prefect's meeting," Hermione whispered, trying to shove him out the door he came in.
"I know that, Hermione. I'm a prefect too!" Ron replied, slightly annoyed. She stopped her shoving and let the sentence take full effect and to see a shining pin the shape of a P on his chest.
"Oh.Oh! Sorry, Ron. I-I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.
"I thought you'd make fun of me," he said quickly, his ears turning pink.
The two stopped talking long enough to hear the rest of the prefect's meeting, and then one by one, they all exited the compartment. There were far more people when they came out, so they had to squeeze by many people to make to the compartment that Ron had said Harry would be saving them. When they finally got there, they heaved their luggage up into the racks above their heads and threw themselves into the cushy seats lining both sides of the compartment.
"What took you?" Harry asked.
"Nice to see you too, Harry," Hermione sniffed.
"Sorry Hermione, it is nice to see you," he said with a genuinely warm smile on his face. "But really, what did take you guys so long?"
"Well, since Hermione wasn't convinced that I was prefect material." Ron started, before he was interrupted by Hermione. "Oh, enough already, I told you I was sorry! Maybe I would have known if I had seen the both of you this summer!" she snapped.
There was an awkward silence between the three of them. The fact that Harry had been for a visit to the Burrow and Hermione hadn't still had not been touched upon.
"Hermione, I'm sorry, it's just." he started, but before he could continue, Hermione stopped him.
"It's okay Ron. I understand," she said, even though she didn't know what she was supposed to understand.
Suddenly, the compartment door opened, and in came Ginny, Ron's younger but equally red-haired and freckled sister.
A sudden warmth spread through Hermione. One of the few people who had contacted her over the summer had been Ginny, and their already tight bond had grown even closer. Hermione thought of Ginny as the sister that she had never had, but always wanted.
"Ginny! How are you?" Hermione asked, getting up to hug her friend.
"I'm wonderful, thanks. I'm so sorry that you couldn't come to the Burrow this summer, I begged Mum to let you, but." Ginny said, but before she could go on, she was shot a deadly look from Ron. Before Hermione could question this, however, Ginny seemed to have become magnetically attached to the door.
"Er- well, I've really got to run. I'll save a carriage for you guys when we get up to the castle, okay?" Ginny asked, before quickly shutting the door behind her.
Hermione was quite perplexed. "What's up with Ginny?"
Hmm.what is up with Ginny? What does she know that Hermione doesn't? And what's up with Ron's death stare?
Want to know?
Here's what to do. Read Review Wait for me to think of the next chapter, silly (
p.s. Notice how I like funny words? If you have some, tell me! I'll work them into the story for you (