~Authors Note: All characters J. K. Rowling. except the girl, you'll find
out her name soon enough ~_^~
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A girl sat in a tree, hugely tall, staring at a blue lake rolling with whitecaps. A book in her hand, hugely thick, was the first four books of the trilogy of five, A Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. She liked it, it was sci-fi. Sci-fi and fantasy, that was for her. But that didn't matter. She was too busy sighing as she stared. Two weeks. Only Two More Weeks. She didn't want to leave Canada, it was too beautiful. She let out a sharp exhaling of air. She was being so stupid! She went back to her book.
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26 minutes and 37 seconds later, the girl stood on the branch at the top of the tree and jumped down, 200 feet, landing on the ground in a crouch before walking away.
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Harry Potter sat in his bedroom. He was always sitting there, on his bed, gaze fixed on the wall. He barely moved nowadays. He just gazed and thought about Sirius.
Oh, SIRIUS!
He wasn't there anymore. And all because of Harry. In the weeks after school had gotten out, he had tried to forget. But he couldn't. And Dumbledore had sent him a letter saying he was 'worried about Harry', and thought that as he couldn't give he Occlumency lessons, he would cast a very complex spell on him instead, for times that Harry was outside the Dursley's, or more specifically, Petunia's family blood protection. So only ten days after school had ended, Dumbledore had appeared in Harry's room with three other aged wizards, and had put Harry to sleep. When Harry woke up, the spell had been completed. Voldemort could no longer access his mind.
But oh, SIRIUS!
Remembering this only made Harry sink deeper into despair. For the last month, sitting and gazing, sitting and Freakin' GAZING! He needed to move on. But he couldn't. In two weeks Hogwarts would be calling, and he needed to be ready. Very slowly, he turned his head to the pile of letters on the table beside his bed. There were a lot of letters from various worried parties. Harry shook himself. Time to stop sulking and start reading.
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Ron was sick. He was in at home, in bed, lamenting that Harry hadn't even written him a note. In two weeks he'd confront Harry. Then it was too much stress on his head, and he groaned, rolled over, and fell asleep again.
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Hermione was reading in a car. She was on vacation, in Canada. It was pretty there. She liked all the lakes. Lately, she had been more and more attached to the water. She had grown, too. Into something that more resembled a figure. Finally! At 16 she was finally looking like other girls. She examined her legs as she sat in the car, on her way to Vancouver. Long. She grinned silently to herself. She'd surprise Harry and Ron, alright. In two weeks, she'd be on that train to Hogwarts. She smiled. But for now, back to her book.
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Ok, read, review, do whatever you like. More on the way. I think.
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A girl sat in a tree, hugely tall, staring at a blue lake rolling with whitecaps. A book in her hand, hugely thick, was the first four books of the trilogy of five, A Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. She liked it, it was sci-fi. Sci-fi and fantasy, that was for her. But that didn't matter. She was too busy sighing as she stared. Two weeks. Only Two More Weeks. She didn't want to leave Canada, it was too beautiful. She let out a sharp exhaling of air. She was being so stupid! She went back to her book.
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26 minutes and 37 seconds later, the girl stood on the branch at the top of the tree and jumped down, 200 feet, landing on the ground in a crouch before walking away.
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Harry Potter sat in his bedroom. He was always sitting there, on his bed, gaze fixed on the wall. He barely moved nowadays. He just gazed and thought about Sirius.
Oh, SIRIUS!
He wasn't there anymore. And all because of Harry. In the weeks after school had gotten out, he had tried to forget. But he couldn't. And Dumbledore had sent him a letter saying he was 'worried about Harry', and thought that as he couldn't give he Occlumency lessons, he would cast a very complex spell on him instead, for times that Harry was outside the Dursley's, or more specifically, Petunia's family blood protection. So only ten days after school had ended, Dumbledore had appeared in Harry's room with three other aged wizards, and had put Harry to sleep. When Harry woke up, the spell had been completed. Voldemort could no longer access his mind.
But oh, SIRIUS!
Remembering this only made Harry sink deeper into despair. For the last month, sitting and gazing, sitting and Freakin' GAZING! He needed to move on. But he couldn't. In two weeks Hogwarts would be calling, and he needed to be ready. Very slowly, he turned his head to the pile of letters on the table beside his bed. There were a lot of letters from various worried parties. Harry shook himself. Time to stop sulking and start reading.
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Ron was sick. He was in at home, in bed, lamenting that Harry hadn't even written him a note. In two weeks he'd confront Harry. Then it was too much stress on his head, and he groaned, rolled over, and fell asleep again.
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Hermione was reading in a car. She was on vacation, in Canada. It was pretty there. She liked all the lakes. Lately, she had been more and more attached to the water. She had grown, too. Into something that more resembled a figure. Finally! At 16 she was finally looking like other girls. She examined her legs as she sat in the car, on her way to Vancouver. Long. She grinned silently to herself. She'd surprise Harry and Ron, alright. In two weeks, she'd be on that train to Hogwarts. She smiled. But for now, back to her book.
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Ok, read, review, do whatever you like. More on the way. I think.