Disclaimer - I do not own any of the people or places from the Harry Potter
books and movies that are in these stories - as a fan I just use them in my
own original work!
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Author's Note – Thanks to everyone for all the reviews!! Hope you enjoy!! Sorry its been so long I've been really busy with cheerleading and school!!
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Tears of frustration began to stream down Hermione's face. She had become accustomed to crying once again, as she had been in her 1'st year at Hogwarts. Now it was different thought, as she often didn't quite know what she was crying about. Right now, all she wanted was to have Harry hug her. Every time she was enveloped in his warm embrace, everything bad in the world just seemed to melt away. It wouldn't be long now, she would see him again and be able to squeeze him tight in a friendly greeting. At this comforting thought she wiped away her silent tears and concentrated on the music, drowning herself in the melody.
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The day had finally arrived. Harry had awoken near dawn, so excited he couldn't sleep. He had dressed in the nicest muggle clothes he had (a pair of khaki shorts and a polo shirt, both quite large on him) as to make a good impression on Hermione's parents. He once again tried to flatten his hair, but soon gave up. He ended up using a bit of Dudley's hair gel to make it a more trendy type of messy. He put in the new contacts he had gotten when Dudley had sat on his glasses, only because they were cheaper.
Once he felt his appearance was satisfactory, Harry began to pack his trunk. Again and again he reached under his bed, into his closet, onto his shelves, and beneath the loose floorboards so he could be sure he didn't forget anything. As he put each item into his trunk, he took a moment to remenisce with each one.
His invisibility cloak reminded him of the many times he had snuck out of the Gryffindor Tower in the middle of the night. It brought back memories of the Mirror of Erised, Norbert, the Shrieking Shack, the Triwizard tournament, Hermione, Ron, and everything else at Hogwarts.
His dress robes reminded him of Mrs. Weasley, the Yule Ball, and how beautiful Hermione had looked as she danced with Viktor that night. This thought just made him more anxious to see her.
The mirror Sirius had given him brought back many memories. Memories of his third year, when he had first met Sirius, memories of the Triwizard Tournament, memories of his summer at the Order, and memories of the night Sirius had had been killed. Tears nearly came flooding down his cheeks, but he stopped them. The memory of him disappearing through that archway was still fresh in his memory.
Harry forced himself to finish the rest of his packing without thinking about anything except getting out of the Dursley's house. He concentrated on how it would feel to see one of his best friends again.
After Harry had finished packing, he hauled his trunk down the stairs, and brought Hedwig in her cage. Exhausted he lay on his bed, allowing his mind to wander. He found himself, once again, thinking about Hermione. What would she look like in muggle clothes? Would she have changed much? At these thoughts, he pictured her in his mind as he had last seen her. Hermione was no longer the bushy-haired, know-it-all, little girl Harry had met on the train during his first day at Hogwarts. His best friend had grown into a beautiful young woman both inside and out. She now had a shapely figure, though she was nowhere near heavy. Her hair now seemed less bushy with natural highlights that complimented her goldish-brown eyes. Still very clever, she no longer seemed to rub it in people's faces but was very modest about being at the very top of their class. And you could tell she really cared about people, especially those closest to her. Harry opened his eyes again as the doorbell rang.
Random questions began running through his mind at the speed of light. Would her parents like him? What would her house be like? What if Hermione had changed? What if he was endangering her and her family by staying with them? Would he and Hermione get along for the remainder of the summer?
Suddenly Harry realized he was standing in front of the door, though he had no recollection of walking down the steps to the entrance hallway. The door bell rang again. The Boy Who Lived took a deep breath, and cautiously put his hand on the doorknob as though it could suddenly strike out and bite him. He turned the knob very slowly, anticipation building in the air around him. Finally, he swung the door open.
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Author's Note – Please review – good or bad – but no flames please!! Sorry it's a cliff hanger but well it makes it more interesting that way!
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Author's Note – Thanks to everyone for all the reviews!! Hope you enjoy!! Sorry its been so long I've been really busy with cheerleading and school!!
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Tears of frustration began to stream down Hermione's face. She had become accustomed to crying once again, as she had been in her 1'st year at Hogwarts. Now it was different thought, as she often didn't quite know what she was crying about. Right now, all she wanted was to have Harry hug her. Every time she was enveloped in his warm embrace, everything bad in the world just seemed to melt away. It wouldn't be long now, she would see him again and be able to squeeze him tight in a friendly greeting. At this comforting thought she wiped away her silent tears and concentrated on the music, drowning herself in the melody.
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The day had finally arrived. Harry had awoken near dawn, so excited he couldn't sleep. He had dressed in the nicest muggle clothes he had (a pair of khaki shorts and a polo shirt, both quite large on him) as to make a good impression on Hermione's parents. He once again tried to flatten his hair, but soon gave up. He ended up using a bit of Dudley's hair gel to make it a more trendy type of messy. He put in the new contacts he had gotten when Dudley had sat on his glasses, only because they were cheaper.
Once he felt his appearance was satisfactory, Harry began to pack his trunk. Again and again he reached under his bed, into his closet, onto his shelves, and beneath the loose floorboards so he could be sure he didn't forget anything. As he put each item into his trunk, he took a moment to remenisce with each one.
His invisibility cloak reminded him of the many times he had snuck out of the Gryffindor Tower in the middle of the night. It brought back memories of the Mirror of Erised, Norbert, the Shrieking Shack, the Triwizard tournament, Hermione, Ron, and everything else at Hogwarts.
His dress robes reminded him of Mrs. Weasley, the Yule Ball, and how beautiful Hermione had looked as she danced with Viktor that night. This thought just made him more anxious to see her.
The mirror Sirius had given him brought back many memories. Memories of his third year, when he had first met Sirius, memories of the Triwizard Tournament, memories of his summer at the Order, and memories of the night Sirius had had been killed. Tears nearly came flooding down his cheeks, but he stopped them. The memory of him disappearing through that archway was still fresh in his memory.
Harry forced himself to finish the rest of his packing without thinking about anything except getting out of the Dursley's house. He concentrated on how it would feel to see one of his best friends again.
After Harry had finished packing, he hauled his trunk down the stairs, and brought Hedwig in her cage. Exhausted he lay on his bed, allowing his mind to wander. He found himself, once again, thinking about Hermione. What would she look like in muggle clothes? Would she have changed much? At these thoughts, he pictured her in his mind as he had last seen her. Hermione was no longer the bushy-haired, know-it-all, little girl Harry had met on the train during his first day at Hogwarts. His best friend had grown into a beautiful young woman both inside and out. She now had a shapely figure, though she was nowhere near heavy. Her hair now seemed less bushy with natural highlights that complimented her goldish-brown eyes. Still very clever, she no longer seemed to rub it in people's faces but was very modest about being at the very top of their class. And you could tell she really cared about people, especially those closest to her. Harry opened his eyes again as the doorbell rang.
Random questions began running through his mind at the speed of light. Would her parents like him? What would her house be like? What if Hermione had changed? What if he was endangering her and her family by staying with them? Would he and Hermione get along for the remainder of the summer?
Suddenly Harry realized he was standing in front of the door, though he had no recollection of walking down the steps to the entrance hallway. The door bell rang again. The Boy Who Lived took a deep breath, and cautiously put his hand on the doorknob as though it could suddenly strike out and bite him. He turned the knob very slowly, anticipation building in the air around him. Finally, he swung the door open.
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Author's Note – Please review – good or bad – but no flames please!! Sorry it's a cliff hanger but well it makes it more interesting that way!