Well HIYA! Sorry its always been taking me forever to update, but I'm so
busyyyy. I just turned 18 on sat. dec 6, and applying for college hasn't
been any piece of cake (get it? Cake, birthday, ahhaaaaaa im done.)
Anyways, thanks so much to all the reviewers and I'll try to update sooner!
Much Luv, sara
Disclaimer: sadly no
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Albus aren't you going to DO anything? Those children are unprotected!" McGonagall shouted at Dumbledore as they watched the three fly into the moonlight.
"No Minerva. Miss Granger is a smart young witch, and I haven't any doubt that Ron and Harry won't do anything in their might to protect her."
"But Albus - they're just children." McGonagall said sqeakily. "Aren't we going to do anything?"
"They know what they need to do. And I have faith." Dumbledore finished wisely.
"Whatever are we going to tell the Weasleys? And with You-Know-Who on the loose! Anything could happen to them!"
Breathing hard, he replied, "I know Minerva, but they're wise beyond their years and I will be right there to protect them if anything happens."
"How could you know?"
The familiar twinkle returned to Dumbledore's eyes and turned away from her watching the small speck that was Ron, Hermione, and Harry disappear into the inky black sky.
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They flew through the darkened and cold November sky the clouds floating below. Hermione was holding onto Buckbeak's neck and Ron held her waist. She seemed to relax more into it as the ride progressed.
"There is it." Hermione whispered breathlessly after about 2 ½ hours. They looked down and saw a small clump of houses a good distant from each other, so the yards looked rather big. Ron and Harry had never seen where Hermione lived and they thought it would be interesting to see.
Landing on the end of the street. The situation would have looked to ridiculous to be true. Three teens under 17 randomly appearing out of the clouds at 2 in the morning with one strange looking creature supporting two of them, and an invisible thing holding the other up. Luckily, nobody saw them.
They dismounted and Ron and Hermione both felt a little lost without the comforting contact. Hermione took a deep breath and they walked to her home.
The Grangers weren't exactly rich, and they weren't poor, they were middle class. Their home was a little shorter than the Burrow, but wider than the Burrow with a large yard and from what Ron and Harry could see, a rather large backyard. She tried to open the front door and it was locked. Taking out her wand she muttered, "Alohomora" and the door remained closed.
"Oh God," Harry said worry in his voice.
Hermione showed no sign of worry though, what she did was take Buckbeak around to the back and tie him to a tree, and proceeded to the side of the house where Ron and Harry followed. She pulled lightly on the vines that hung on the side of the house to make sure they were sturdy. Hoisting herself up, she began to climb.
"Who knew Hermione was capable of that?" Harry asked dumbstruck.
"Come on," Ron said following her.
Hermione reached the window and shoved the window open. Because she was so small she easily squeezed through and a few feet below Ron and Harry heard a small thump that indicated Hermione was inside. It took more effort for Ron and Harry to squeeze through, as they were bigger than her. Once the three teens were in, they looked around and found themselves in a small office. It looked like a struggle. A very modern computer had it's screen cracked and a wood bookcase was laying on it's side with books strewn all over the floor along with a few random photos of people neither Ron or Harry recognized. Hermione looked around the room and picked up one of the books and his it from Harry and Ron by hugging it to her chest. She looked at them and said, "They fought. they struggled. Come on, I want to see the rest."
Hurrying out of the room, they found themselves in a hallway about 20 ft long and 3 more doors closed on the slim hallway, and a pair of stairs leading down from the middle of the hall. She walked down the stairs as the two boys followed nervously. It was a very awkward and uncomforting situation for all three, following Hermione through her home, looking for anything and everything that could have resulted in her parent's death. She reached the bottom and they found themselves in a very comfortable and warm living room. The walls were white and there sat a large television in the corner a love seat and large couch resting against the opposite wall with a fireplace next to the t.v. A sliding door led out to a large backyard, and another door that led to the kitchen. There was a large blue and red knitted blanket folded neatly layed across one of the arms of the couch.
"Now what?" Harry asked.
"I think we should look for some evidence." Ron said suggestively.
"Like what?" Hermione cut in.
"I dunno." Ron said sounding very stupid.
"Why don't I show you guys around," Hermione said quietly.
She didn't wait for an answer, simply looked over at the fireplace and went to the mantle a top it. It held one photo. It was a photo of the family, it was beautiful. Hermione looked 5 or 6 years old and she was smiling widely, her two front teeth missing, her arms wrapped around her mother's waist while her mother's arm rested comfortably on her daughter's shoulder while the other held her head. Hermione's father stood behind her wrapping one arm around Hermione while the other reaching behind Hermione and wrapping his wife's shoulder. They were standing near an ocean and Hermione donned a pink t-shirt and an overall blue jean dress barefoot, while her mother wore a short-sleeved shirt with a pair of jeans. Her father wore a button down light blue shirt the top two buttons undone with a pair of khaki shorts. It appeared that Hermione inherited her mother's bushy brown hair, as her father's hair was a slick neat dark gray with specs of white although he had a young face. She got her father's eyes, as her mum's eyes were sparkling blue.
"Wow," Ron whispered peering into the smiling face of Hermione's mother.
"She was beautiful wasn't she. " Hermione spoke referring to her mother, fingering the edge of the frame.
"Yeah," Harry said softly.
"God yes," Ron whispered, they both probably thought he was talking about her mother, which was perfectly okay with him, but he was talking about Hermione. She was a beautiful little girl, and still is. He suddenly felt himself falling harder for her, the urge to reach over and kiss her so hard to bear.
It seemed as though Hermione had enough though. Looking away from the frame, she gave a shudder and gestured for them to follow and she walked into the kitchen and flicked on the light. This also looked like a struggle. The table was toppled over and there were broken dishes scattered across the floor. A frying pan was in the sink and half cooked bacon rested in it and the fridge which was full of awards from Hermione's past years at school were ripped and crumpled up.
She knelt down and began to gather the ripped awards together. Harry and Ron went down to help her out. They were piecing awards together and Ron couldn't help but laugh at the first one that he saw.
"Mione' ickle Mione' the fantastic little helper of the week." Ron said between giggles.
"Oh god." Hermione said a grin creeping across her face. "I won that because I volunteered to help the teacher for the week when one student didn't want to."
"Suuuuuure. " Harry said grinning.
"Oh but look at this! Miss Hermione Granger, award for cleanest teeth and first person in the year to lose a tooth!" Harry said piecing another one together.
"Shut up! My parents were dentists. What do you expect?" Hermione snapped playfully.
The teens had fun putting the rest of the awards together and forgot all about investigating. They stayed in the kitchen the whole night and eventually fell asleep right there on the floor at around 3:30 in the morning.
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Ron woke up to find Harry spread across the kitchen floor mouth wide open and occasionally flinching as an after affect of a nightmare. He looked around and found the clock. It was 5:30. Two hours of sleep wasn't nearly enough and right as he was about to fall back asleep, he noticed one person missing.
Shit. Hermione.
Neck and back hurting terribly from falling asleep on rock hard tile, he shot up from the floor shooting pain through his lower back and ran up the stairs and into the office, which was the only place he knew of the home sofar. Then he saw at the end of the hall, a little light on. Wondering briefly if it was a death eater trying to trap him, he walked over anyways and knocked on the door.
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Well I didn't know if I shoulda continued from this point or not, and I decided not to because I'm actually sposed to be doing homework *guilt* and my brain is officially half dead at the moment, but I'll have the next chappy up sooner than you can say "toy boat" fast 10 times in a row without screwing up. Believe me its hard!
I'm betting my friend 10 bucks that all of you who read this, is actually gonna try.REVIEW and tell me! =) Luv ya'll!
Much Luv, sara
Disclaimer: sadly no
`*` `*` `*`
Albus aren't you going to DO anything? Those children are unprotected!" McGonagall shouted at Dumbledore as they watched the three fly into the moonlight.
"No Minerva. Miss Granger is a smart young witch, and I haven't any doubt that Ron and Harry won't do anything in their might to protect her."
"But Albus - they're just children." McGonagall said sqeakily. "Aren't we going to do anything?"
"They know what they need to do. And I have faith." Dumbledore finished wisely.
"Whatever are we going to tell the Weasleys? And with You-Know-Who on the loose! Anything could happen to them!"
Breathing hard, he replied, "I know Minerva, but they're wise beyond their years and I will be right there to protect them if anything happens."
"How could you know?"
The familiar twinkle returned to Dumbledore's eyes and turned away from her watching the small speck that was Ron, Hermione, and Harry disappear into the inky black sky.
*
They flew through the darkened and cold November sky the clouds floating below. Hermione was holding onto Buckbeak's neck and Ron held her waist. She seemed to relax more into it as the ride progressed.
"There is it." Hermione whispered breathlessly after about 2 ½ hours. They looked down and saw a small clump of houses a good distant from each other, so the yards looked rather big. Ron and Harry had never seen where Hermione lived and they thought it would be interesting to see.
Landing on the end of the street. The situation would have looked to ridiculous to be true. Three teens under 17 randomly appearing out of the clouds at 2 in the morning with one strange looking creature supporting two of them, and an invisible thing holding the other up. Luckily, nobody saw them.
They dismounted and Ron and Hermione both felt a little lost without the comforting contact. Hermione took a deep breath and they walked to her home.
The Grangers weren't exactly rich, and they weren't poor, they were middle class. Their home was a little shorter than the Burrow, but wider than the Burrow with a large yard and from what Ron and Harry could see, a rather large backyard. She tried to open the front door and it was locked. Taking out her wand she muttered, "Alohomora" and the door remained closed.
"Oh God," Harry said worry in his voice.
Hermione showed no sign of worry though, what she did was take Buckbeak around to the back and tie him to a tree, and proceeded to the side of the house where Ron and Harry followed. She pulled lightly on the vines that hung on the side of the house to make sure they were sturdy. Hoisting herself up, she began to climb.
"Who knew Hermione was capable of that?" Harry asked dumbstruck.
"Come on," Ron said following her.
Hermione reached the window and shoved the window open. Because she was so small she easily squeezed through and a few feet below Ron and Harry heard a small thump that indicated Hermione was inside. It took more effort for Ron and Harry to squeeze through, as they were bigger than her. Once the three teens were in, they looked around and found themselves in a small office. It looked like a struggle. A very modern computer had it's screen cracked and a wood bookcase was laying on it's side with books strewn all over the floor along with a few random photos of people neither Ron or Harry recognized. Hermione looked around the room and picked up one of the books and his it from Harry and Ron by hugging it to her chest. She looked at them and said, "They fought. they struggled. Come on, I want to see the rest."
Hurrying out of the room, they found themselves in a hallway about 20 ft long and 3 more doors closed on the slim hallway, and a pair of stairs leading down from the middle of the hall. She walked down the stairs as the two boys followed nervously. It was a very awkward and uncomforting situation for all three, following Hermione through her home, looking for anything and everything that could have resulted in her parent's death. She reached the bottom and they found themselves in a very comfortable and warm living room. The walls were white and there sat a large television in the corner a love seat and large couch resting against the opposite wall with a fireplace next to the t.v. A sliding door led out to a large backyard, and another door that led to the kitchen. There was a large blue and red knitted blanket folded neatly layed across one of the arms of the couch.
"Now what?" Harry asked.
"I think we should look for some evidence." Ron said suggestively.
"Like what?" Hermione cut in.
"I dunno." Ron said sounding very stupid.
"Why don't I show you guys around," Hermione said quietly.
She didn't wait for an answer, simply looked over at the fireplace and went to the mantle a top it. It held one photo. It was a photo of the family, it was beautiful. Hermione looked 5 or 6 years old and she was smiling widely, her two front teeth missing, her arms wrapped around her mother's waist while her mother's arm rested comfortably on her daughter's shoulder while the other held her head. Hermione's father stood behind her wrapping one arm around Hermione while the other reaching behind Hermione and wrapping his wife's shoulder. They were standing near an ocean and Hermione donned a pink t-shirt and an overall blue jean dress barefoot, while her mother wore a short-sleeved shirt with a pair of jeans. Her father wore a button down light blue shirt the top two buttons undone with a pair of khaki shorts. It appeared that Hermione inherited her mother's bushy brown hair, as her father's hair was a slick neat dark gray with specs of white although he had a young face. She got her father's eyes, as her mum's eyes were sparkling blue.
"Wow," Ron whispered peering into the smiling face of Hermione's mother.
"She was beautiful wasn't she. " Hermione spoke referring to her mother, fingering the edge of the frame.
"Yeah," Harry said softly.
"God yes," Ron whispered, they both probably thought he was talking about her mother, which was perfectly okay with him, but he was talking about Hermione. She was a beautiful little girl, and still is. He suddenly felt himself falling harder for her, the urge to reach over and kiss her so hard to bear.
It seemed as though Hermione had enough though. Looking away from the frame, she gave a shudder and gestured for them to follow and she walked into the kitchen and flicked on the light. This also looked like a struggle. The table was toppled over and there were broken dishes scattered across the floor. A frying pan was in the sink and half cooked bacon rested in it and the fridge which was full of awards from Hermione's past years at school were ripped and crumpled up.
She knelt down and began to gather the ripped awards together. Harry and Ron went down to help her out. They were piecing awards together and Ron couldn't help but laugh at the first one that he saw.
"Mione' ickle Mione' the fantastic little helper of the week." Ron said between giggles.
"Oh god." Hermione said a grin creeping across her face. "I won that because I volunteered to help the teacher for the week when one student didn't want to."
"Suuuuuure. " Harry said grinning.
"Oh but look at this! Miss Hermione Granger, award for cleanest teeth and first person in the year to lose a tooth!" Harry said piecing another one together.
"Shut up! My parents were dentists. What do you expect?" Hermione snapped playfully.
The teens had fun putting the rest of the awards together and forgot all about investigating. They stayed in the kitchen the whole night and eventually fell asleep right there on the floor at around 3:30 in the morning.
XxxxxxxX
Ron woke up to find Harry spread across the kitchen floor mouth wide open and occasionally flinching as an after affect of a nightmare. He looked around and found the clock. It was 5:30. Two hours of sleep wasn't nearly enough and right as he was about to fall back asleep, he noticed one person missing.
Shit. Hermione.
Neck and back hurting terribly from falling asleep on rock hard tile, he shot up from the floor shooting pain through his lower back and ran up the stairs and into the office, which was the only place he knew of the home sofar. Then he saw at the end of the hall, a little light on. Wondering briefly if it was a death eater trying to trap him, he walked over anyways and knocked on the door.
.*.*.*.*.
Well I didn't know if I shoulda continued from this point or not, and I decided not to because I'm actually sposed to be doing homework *guilt* and my brain is officially half dead at the moment, but I'll have the next chappy up sooner than you can say "toy boat" fast 10 times in a row without screwing up. Believe me its hard!
I'm betting my friend 10 bucks that all of you who read this, is actually gonna try.REVIEW and tell me! =) Luv ya'll!
