Chapter Two: Gifts for the Guys
"Merry Christmas, Harry, Ron!" Shrieked Hermione as she held two packages in her hands. "Mmmmphrggggg," came the reply from Ron. Harry, more of a morning person than Ron, muttered, "Mornin' Mione." Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled Ron's and Harry's blankets of. And as if they had planned it, both Harry and Ron moaned in unison from each of their beds. "Oh, suck it up. Honestly, you act as though you're nine. Anyway, I have your gifts!" "They aren't books, are they?" "Of course not, Ron! Don't be silly. I have a feeling you will like this gift." She handed him an envelope. From it, he extracted a piece of paper. It read:
CONGRATULATIONS RON WEASLEY!
You have just received tickets to a Chudley Cannons game.
The game is Friday, December 29 at 7:00 p.m.
WE HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR GAME!
As soon as Ron's eyes passed over Chudley Cannons, he grew so excited he hit his head on the bedpost. He regained calmness, and extracted 3 tickets to the said game. "I thought it would be nice for all three of us to do something special. So this is kind of a gift to all of us...that is, of course, Ron, if you want to take other people with the tickets...,"Hermione began. Ron and Harry cut her off by giving her a giant bear hug. "There's no one else we would want to take, Hermione," Ron said frankly. Hermione smiled modestly and reached to the end table where she had placed the other package. She handed it to Harry, who started to say, "What is this, Hermione? The tickets are plenty. You didn't need to get anything else." "Of course I did," said Hermione, indignant. "Open it." Harry began to undo the wrapping on the triangular package. Ron watched eagerly, waiting to see what it was. Finally, after all the wrapping was undone, Harry held in his hand a triangular orange box. He opened the box and in it lay a thin silver chain, and a miniscule star shaped pendant. It was so small, that if you looked from afar, it would look like someone had a freckle on his neck. But despite its size, a tiny lock was fitted onto the side. When Harry snapped it open, a hologram appeared, emitting from this star. An image of Harry's parents flashed into view. Five seconds later, it disappeared, only to be replaced with an image of Sirius, followed by a picture of the three of them in their first year, second year, third and so on. It was like a holographic album. And that wasn't it. Hermione nudged Harry and pointed into the box, indicating that he wasn't finished opening his present. Harry pulled out a small, but extremely thick book. On the cover, in small golden letters, the words, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, shone brightly. Harry tried to open the book, but found it was locked. Harry looked at Hermione quizzically. Hermione said, "The locket, Harry, the locket unlocks the book. Indeed, on the underside of the book was a hole that was shaped exactly like the small star that hung on Harry's chain. He pressed it in and the book popped open. Hermione hastily muttered, "Read it later, Harry." Harry promptly closed the book and looked in awe at his best friend. He was so confused. How had she managed the pictures and the book? What were they? Where did she get them? Ron seemed to be thinking the same way, because he said, "Hermione, where in bloody hell did you get those things? They're brilliant! What's the book for?" Hermione simply replied, "I did some reading and I made them. It wasn't too hard, to be honest." "Thank you so much Hermione," said Harry. He put the book aside and slipped the chain over his neck and under his shirt. "All right you two," said Hermione, in a normal voice, "I'll meet you two in the common room in exactly twenty minutes, and then we can go to breakfast. Hurry up, and Ron, keep those tickets safe. They weren't exactly cheap," called Hermione as she walked out of the boys' dormitories, leaving a very red Ron behind her.
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"Merry Christmas, Harry, Ron!" Shrieked Hermione as she held two packages in her hands. "Mmmmphrggggg," came the reply from Ron. Harry, more of a morning person than Ron, muttered, "Mornin' Mione." Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled Ron's and Harry's blankets of. And as if they had planned it, both Harry and Ron moaned in unison from each of their beds. "Oh, suck it up. Honestly, you act as though you're nine. Anyway, I have your gifts!" "They aren't books, are they?" "Of course not, Ron! Don't be silly. I have a feeling you will like this gift." She handed him an envelope. From it, he extracted a piece of paper. It read:
CONGRATULATIONS RON WEASLEY!
You have just received tickets to a Chudley Cannons game.
The game is Friday, December 29 at 7:00 p.m.
WE HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR GAME!
As soon as Ron's eyes passed over Chudley Cannons, he grew so excited he hit his head on the bedpost. He regained calmness, and extracted 3 tickets to the said game. "I thought it would be nice for all three of us to do something special. So this is kind of a gift to all of us...that is, of course, Ron, if you want to take other people with the tickets...,"Hermione began. Ron and Harry cut her off by giving her a giant bear hug. "There's no one else we would want to take, Hermione," Ron said frankly. Hermione smiled modestly and reached to the end table where she had placed the other package. She handed it to Harry, who started to say, "What is this, Hermione? The tickets are plenty. You didn't need to get anything else." "Of course I did," said Hermione, indignant. "Open it." Harry began to undo the wrapping on the triangular package. Ron watched eagerly, waiting to see what it was. Finally, after all the wrapping was undone, Harry held in his hand a triangular orange box. He opened the box and in it lay a thin silver chain, and a miniscule star shaped pendant. It was so small, that if you looked from afar, it would look like someone had a freckle on his neck. But despite its size, a tiny lock was fitted onto the side. When Harry snapped it open, a hologram appeared, emitting from this star. An image of Harry's parents flashed into view. Five seconds later, it disappeared, only to be replaced with an image of Sirius, followed by a picture of the three of them in their first year, second year, third and so on. It was like a holographic album. And that wasn't it. Hermione nudged Harry and pointed into the box, indicating that he wasn't finished opening his present. Harry pulled out a small, but extremely thick book. On the cover, in small golden letters, the words, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, shone brightly. Harry tried to open the book, but found it was locked. Harry looked at Hermione quizzically. Hermione said, "The locket, Harry, the locket unlocks the book. Indeed, on the underside of the book was a hole that was shaped exactly like the small star that hung on Harry's chain. He pressed it in and the book popped open. Hermione hastily muttered, "Read it later, Harry." Harry promptly closed the book and looked in awe at his best friend. He was so confused. How had she managed the pictures and the book? What were they? Where did she get them? Ron seemed to be thinking the same way, because he said, "Hermione, where in bloody hell did you get those things? They're brilliant! What's the book for?" Hermione simply replied, "I did some reading and I made them. It wasn't too hard, to be honest." "Thank you so much Hermione," said Harry. He put the book aside and slipped the chain over his neck and under his shirt. "All right you two," said Hermione, in a normal voice, "I'll meet you two in the common room in exactly twenty minutes, and then we can go to breakfast. Hurry up, and Ron, keep those tickets safe. They weren't exactly cheap," called Hermione as she walked out of the boys' dormitories, leaving a very red Ron behind her.
A/N: click that little review button.......you know you want to.......i feel so bad....i have one review, and it's a 'your story sux' review....but o well.....