Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I did not make up Christikon. I'm
only changing the length of the sessions. The real sessions are only a week
long. I did not make up Billings, MT. I only own the plot.
A/N: I was just sitting in my basement, thinking about camp, and came up with this idea. If it sucks, please tell me. If it's good, I want to know. But, I'm not going to personally thank every reviewer who writes to me. It just gives the reader a lot of crap to look through until they get to the story. A lot of people don't even read all this stuff at the beginning or the end. My disclaimer is for the whole story. If I need to add on to it, I'll update this chapter. I'll try to keep the Author's Notes to a minimum. Now, I would like to get to writing my story. Please, R&R.
The Christikon Way
Chapter One
School's finally over. I finally get to sleep in all the time and go to my camp. I get to go to Montana. I get to see brother! YES!
That's what Hermione Granger, of Number 13, Beech Street, London, was thinking as she left platform nine and three quarters.
She had just finished telling her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley that she wouldn't be able to come to the Burrow this summer, due to the fact that she'd be out of town all summer. She didn't give them details of where she was going. She just told them that she wouldn't be able to see them, and she would write them.
I don't know why I didn't tell them I was going to Montana. But oh well. I wont be seeing them anyway. I'll just have to tell them all about it when I get back, or in a letter.
And, with that, she walked out of Kings Cross Station, flagged a taxi, and went home.
When the taxi stopped in front of her house, she paid the driver, thanked him, got her trunk, and went inside. She walked in to see her mother on the couch, balancing her checkbook, and her dad reading a book.
When she walked into the room, her parents dropped everything they were doing and attacked her with hugs.
"Oh, honey! You're home!" Her mom was saying.
"There's my girl!" Her dad was exclaiming over and over again.
When they were done hugging her, they pulled away and beamed at her for a moment or two.
Then, her mom broke the silence by saying, "I'm glad your back. Let's get your stuff upstairs in your room." She said, grabbing her backpack. Her dad grabbed one end of her trunk and she grabbed the other. They them started walking up the stairs. "You'll need to pack for your trip this summer to Danny's. I'm sure you're looking forward to it. We just got a letter from him asking about when you'll be arriving. He's so excited you're going to visit. I wish we could go, but you know they need us at the office..." She trailed off at the thought of her work. Both of her parents were dentists. They love their work, but they never had enough time to visit family.
"I'll be sure to tell him hi for you." She said, setting her end of the trunk down on the floor of her room.
"Well, your plane departs at 9:30 tomorrow evening, so you get one full day here to relax and pack. We'll leave for the airport at 8:00. You'll have some time to get some snacks in the airport. We know you hate the food they have on the airplanes so we'll give you some money and you can buy some food in the airports. Well, we'll leave you to pack." Her dad told her, leading her mother out of the room, who had gone back to beam state.
Hermione opened her trunk and emptied it out slowly. She put her already finished homework on her desk, her dirty clothes in her hamper to wash, and her clean clothes on her chair to sort though to see what she wanted to take and what she wanted to leave behind.
She lay down on her bed and looked in the mirror. The girl staring back at her was so different from last year. Last year, she had been a 16 year old, bushy-haired, baggy-clothed, know-it-all bookworm. She had worn glasses and clothed that most first graders wouldn't be caught dead in. But, throughout the year, she had let Parvati, Lavender, Ginny, and Padma have some fun with her look. They had straightened her hair, gotten her contacts, helped her loosen up, and taken her shopping on the Hogsmead weekends. Mind you, she was still smart, but she didn't flaunt it around in classes unless no one knew the answers.
She'd changed so much in one year that she doubted that her brother would even recognize her.
The only reason her parents didn't say anything about the short khaki shorts, tight spaghetti strap tank top, and flip flop sandals was probably because they were too excited to even notice what she looked like. They were just so damn happy that she was home; they didn't care about anything else.
And by this time tomorrow, I'll be in the London Airport waiting to board my plane to Newark, New Jersey. And from there on to St. Paul, Minnesota, and then on to Billings, Montana. My home away from home. M sanctuary.
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Hermione walked up to the metal detector, her ticket and carry-on (a small black leather backpack) in hand. She passed through with out trouble and carried her carry-on over to her terminal, C14.
She walked over to the nearest Starbucks and grabbed herself a mocha. She still had a half hour until boarding time, so she went into a duty free shop. She bought some gum and plenty of chocolate, because the U.S. doesn't have Flakes, and Twirls, and Areos, and all those other good chocolate bars that the U.K. has.
When she was done, she went to her terminal and sat in one of the seats. She pulled out her passport and plane tickets and set them in her lap. She next pulled out a book and started reading. She felt a person sit down beside her, but didn't do anything.
"The pilot would like to start boarding flight 1039Y in terminal C14 non- stop to Newark, New Jersey. Would people in the First Class seats please come up to the desk and have their tickets and passports at the ready." The attendant's voice boomed over the intercom.
At this, Hermione carefully marked her place in her book and put it away. She sat back waiting for row 8 to be called. It was then that she looked at the person sitting next to her.
It was a boy, around her age. He was slightly tan, but she could tell that his skin was naturally pale. He had dirty blonde hair that hung in his face, but the look suited his strong jawbone. She couldn't help but think that he looked familiar, but she couldn't place it.
Oh well. I've probably just seen him before but never met him or something.
"Is there something really fascinating about me, or is staring just one of your pastimes?"
He startled her by interrupting her staring fest.
"Sorry." She said, turning away from him to look at the long line of people waiting to board.
"It's ok. So where are you going." He said, attempting small talk.
"Montana. Billings, actually. I love it there, and I have this camp I've gone to ever since I was in my first year (A/N: The muggles have years, too you know. I have a friend in her fifth year, and no, she's not nuts and does not think she's a witch. Lol.), and I can't wait to get back there. Where are you going?" She turned back to him, appreciating the fact that he didn't ignore her and actually started talking to her. She had been worried that she would have been bored during the eleven hours on the planes. Maybe now she'll have company for at least seven of the eleven hours.
"You're going to Billings, too? That's way weird!" He said, his face breaking into a smile.
"Why are you going to Billings?" She asked him,
He was about to answer when, "Will passenger in the seats 1-13 please come to the desk to board." The voice boomed over the intercom again.
They both got up.
"What seat are you in?" He asked her, looking at his ticket.
"8A. You?" she answered, looking at her ticket, also.
"8B. Huh. Go figure. Well, you better not snore." He joked with her.
"Me? You!" She said, playfully punching him in the arm. "I never sleep for very long on planes." She told him, readying her passport and ticket as they were a couple of people away from the desk.
"Really? Me neither." He said.
They reached the desk and Hermione gave the woman her ticket and passport. She looked at the ticket, ran it through the ticket taker and gave her the stub and kept the bigger ticket. She then handed Hermione back her passport and Hermione advanced to the collapsible hallway. She then stopped and waited for her new...what was he? A friend? A companion? A person that she talked to when she was bored? She didn't know what to call him.
Well, he came over when the attendant was finished with him and they walked along in silence.
A couple of minutes later they were sitting down and looking at the televisions in front of them. They were imbedded in the back of the seat in front of them, one for each person.
"Way cool!" Hermione said, looking at the word "Welcome" being flashed on the screen in many different languages.
She looked over that the guy next to her and he was looking out the window at the guys outside, packing the plane with luggage.
"Haha! I get window seat!" She teased him.
He just stuck his tongue out at her childishly and sat back in his seat, pulling out a stick of gum. Hermione could have sworn it looked like Droobles Best Blowing Gum, but corrected herself quickly.
He's not a wizard! He would go to Hogwarts! And I know I haven't seen him!
And that settled that.
Then, slowly, the plane started moving. Hermione braced herself for the take-off that would result in getting her to Billings, Montana, and to her sanctuary, Christikon.
A/N: I was just sitting in my basement, thinking about camp, and came up with this idea. If it sucks, please tell me. If it's good, I want to know. But, I'm not going to personally thank every reviewer who writes to me. It just gives the reader a lot of crap to look through until they get to the story. A lot of people don't even read all this stuff at the beginning or the end. My disclaimer is for the whole story. If I need to add on to it, I'll update this chapter. I'll try to keep the Author's Notes to a minimum. Now, I would like to get to writing my story. Please, R&R.
The Christikon Way
Chapter One
School's finally over. I finally get to sleep in all the time and go to my camp. I get to go to Montana. I get to see brother! YES!
That's what Hermione Granger, of Number 13, Beech Street, London, was thinking as she left platform nine and three quarters.
She had just finished telling her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley that she wouldn't be able to come to the Burrow this summer, due to the fact that she'd be out of town all summer. She didn't give them details of where she was going. She just told them that she wouldn't be able to see them, and she would write them.
I don't know why I didn't tell them I was going to Montana. But oh well. I wont be seeing them anyway. I'll just have to tell them all about it when I get back, or in a letter.
And, with that, she walked out of Kings Cross Station, flagged a taxi, and went home.
When the taxi stopped in front of her house, she paid the driver, thanked him, got her trunk, and went inside. She walked in to see her mother on the couch, balancing her checkbook, and her dad reading a book.
When she walked into the room, her parents dropped everything they were doing and attacked her with hugs.
"Oh, honey! You're home!" Her mom was saying.
"There's my girl!" Her dad was exclaiming over and over again.
When they were done hugging her, they pulled away and beamed at her for a moment or two.
Then, her mom broke the silence by saying, "I'm glad your back. Let's get your stuff upstairs in your room." She said, grabbing her backpack. Her dad grabbed one end of her trunk and she grabbed the other. They them started walking up the stairs. "You'll need to pack for your trip this summer to Danny's. I'm sure you're looking forward to it. We just got a letter from him asking about when you'll be arriving. He's so excited you're going to visit. I wish we could go, but you know they need us at the office..." She trailed off at the thought of her work. Both of her parents were dentists. They love their work, but they never had enough time to visit family.
"I'll be sure to tell him hi for you." She said, setting her end of the trunk down on the floor of her room.
"Well, your plane departs at 9:30 tomorrow evening, so you get one full day here to relax and pack. We'll leave for the airport at 8:00. You'll have some time to get some snacks in the airport. We know you hate the food they have on the airplanes so we'll give you some money and you can buy some food in the airports. Well, we'll leave you to pack." Her dad told her, leading her mother out of the room, who had gone back to beam state.
Hermione opened her trunk and emptied it out slowly. She put her already finished homework on her desk, her dirty clothes in her hamper to wash, and her clean clothes on her chair to sort though to see what she wanted to take and what she wanted to leave behind.
She lay down on her bed and looked in the mirror. The girl staring back at her was so different from last year. Last year, she had been a 16 year old, bushy-haired, baggy-clothed, know-it-all bookworm. She had worn glasses and clothed that most first graders wouldn't be caught dead in. But, throughout the year, she had let Parvati, Lavender, Ginny, and Padma have some fun with her look. They had straightened her hair, gotten her contacts, helped her loosen up, and taken her shopping on the Hogsmead weekends. Mind you, she was still smart, but she didn't flaunt it around in classes unless no one knew the answers.
She'd changed so much in one year that she doubted that her brother would even recognize her.
The only reason her parents didn't say anything about the short khaki shorts, tight spaghetti strap tank top, and flip flop sandals was probably because they were too excited to even notice what she looked like. They were just so damn happy that she was home; they didn't care about anything else.
And by this time tomorrow, I'll be in the London Airport waiting to board my plane to Newark, New Jersey. And from there on to St. Paul, Minnesota, and then on to Billings, Montana. My home away from home. M sanctuary.
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Hermione walked up to the metal detector, her ticket and carry-on (a small black leather backpack) in hand. She passed through with out trouble and carried her carry-on over to her terminal, C14.
She walked over to the nearest Starbucks and grabbed herself a mocha. She still had a half hour until boarding time, so she went into a duty free shop. She bought some gum and plenty of chocolate, because the U.S. doesn't have Flakes, and Twirls, and Areos, and all those other good chocolate bars that the U.K. has.
When she was done, she went to her terminal and sat in one of the seats. She pulled out her passport and plane tickets and set them in her lap. She next pulled out a book and started reading. She felt a person sit down beside her, but didn't do anything.
"The pilot would like to start boarding flight 1039Y in terminal C14 non- stop to Newark, New Jersey. Would people in the First Class seats please come up to the desk and have their tickets and passports at the ready." The attendant's voice boomed over the intercom.
At this, Hermione carefully marked her place in her book and put it away. She sat back waiting for row 8 to be called. It was then that she looked at the person sitting next to her.
It was a boy, around her age. He was slightly tan, but she could tell that his skin was naturally pale. He had dirty blonde hair that hung in his face, but the look suited his strong jawbone. She couldn't help but think that he looked familiar, but she couldn't place it.
Oh well. I've probably just seen him before but never met him or something.
"Is there something really fascinating about me, or is staring just one of your pastimes?"
He startled her by interrupting her staring fest.
"Sorry." She said, turning away from him to look at the long line of people waiting to board.
"It's ok. So where are you going." He said, attempting small talk.
"Montana. Billings, actually. I love it there, and I have this camp I've gone to ever since I was in my first year (A/N: The muggles have years, too you know. I have a friend in her fifth year, and no, she's not nuts and does not think she's a witch. Lol.), and I can't wait to get back there. Where are you going?" She turned back to him, appreciating the fact that he didn't ignore her and actually started talking to her. She had been worried that she would have been bored during the eleven hours on the planes. Maybe now she'll have company for at least seven of the eleven hours.
"You're going to Billings, too? That's way weird!" He said, his face breaking into a smile.
"Why are you going to Billings?" She asked him,
He was about to answer when, "Will passenger in the seats 1-13 please come to the desk to board." The voice boomed over the intercom again.
They both got up.
"What seat are you in?" He asked her, looking at his ticket.
"8A. You?" she answered, looking at her ticket, also.
"8B. Huh. Go figure. Well, you better not snore." He joked with her.
"Me? You!" She said, playfully punching him in the arm. "I never sleep for very long on planes." She told him, readying her passport and ticket as they were a couple of people away from the desk.
"Really? Me neither." He said.
They reached the desk and Hermione gave the woman her ticket and passport. She looked at the ticket, ran it through the ticket taker and gave her the stub and kept the bigger ticket. She then handed Hermione back her passport and Hermione advanced to the collapsible hallway. She then stopped and waited for her new...what was he? A friend? A companion? A person that she talked to when she was bored? She didn't know what to call him.
Well, he came over when the attendant was finished with him and they walked along in silence.
A couple of minutes later they were sitting down and looking at the televisions in front of them. They were imbedded in the back of the seat in front of them, one for each person.
"Way cool!" Hermione said, looking at the word "Welcome" being flashed on the screen in many different languages.
She looked over that the guy next to her and he was looking out the window at the guys outside, packing the plane with luggage.
"Haha! I get window seat!" She teased him.
He just stuck his tongue out at her childishly and sat back in his seat, pulling out a stick of gum. Hermione could have sworn it looked like Droobles Best Blowing Gum, but corrected herself quickly.
He's not a wizard! He would go to Hogwarts! And I know I haven't seen him!
And that settled that.
Then, slowly, the plane started moving. Hermione braced herself for the take-off that would result in getting her to Billings, Montana, and to her sanctuary, Christikon.