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!!
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Hermione could hardly breathe. They had turned onto Privet Drive, and were crawling along looking for Number 4. She could hardly imagine Harry in this dull and boring neighborhood. As they reached the Dursley's home, she had to believe it was a mistake. This was the most common place she had ever seen. The whites, tans, and beiges all mixed in her eyes, against the perfect green landscape. There was nothing out of order, not a single blade of grass out of place. Everything was so dull. There was no way this could be it.
"This is it," her father sighed, in a tone of anticipation. He pulled into the driveway and shifted the car into park. For a moment, there was silence, and nobody dared to move. It seemed as though disturbing this excessively peaceful place would be committing a dastardly sin.
"Aren't we going to the door?" Hermione's mother asked, breaking the loudest silence any of them had ever heard. Hermione jumped, as though startled by her mother's presence, but immediately composed herself. She was determined not to let them know how she felt; though unbeknownst to her, they had a pretty good idea. Slowly, she began getting out of the car and walking towards the doorway, as though she was walking toward her own burial. Before following, her parents exchanged a knowing smile.
As Hermione walked, her mouth was in a straight line and her eyes were filled with fire. She was determined to do this. Once she reached the cement stoop, she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, but it was no use. She decided to take the same approach as she did when jumping in a cold pool; dive in headfirst before there was time to overanalyze her actions. Still trembling, she reached for the doorbell, and ended up hitting it so hard she jammed her finger. Swearing under her breath so her parents couldn't hear, she listened to the chime ring. A nervous silence followed. As they waited, Hermione began to take a more careful look around. As she had presumed earlier, the gardens were perfectly kept, shrubs perfectly pruned, trees perfectly trimmed, yet somehow it still seemed like an ugly prison. It may have had something t do with the stone wall that surrounded the yards, with ivy growing close. She noticed a cat sitting very rigidly on one wall, to the point where it was unnatural. She smiled knowingly at the sight.
Hermione rang the doorbell again, her heart pounding harder than ever. She heard footsteps hurriedly coming down the stairs, and suddenly all of the tension inside of her disintegrated. The doorknob turned in front of her eyes, and the spotless wooden door opened. "HARRY!" she screamed, embracing him in an extremely tight embrace. He returned the hug, and they stood holding each other for a few minutes. Both knew this was right, but neither was willing to admit. They stood there, holding each other, Hermione still trembling from the adrenaline, until Hermione's father cleared his throat, ruining the moment. The two best friends squeezed tight for one last second, and Hermione kissed him on the cheek just before she let go. "Harry," she began, "these are my parents," and waved her hand towards the two middle-aged adults standing in the doorway.
Hermione's father reached out a hand. :"All right Harry?" he asked. "Mione can have a bit of a tight grip when she gets excited!" He winked. Hermione blushed and scolded Mr. Granger in a playful voice. But before Harry could respond, he was swept into a warm hug that much resembled Hermione's.
"Oh Harry dear we're all so glad you could come and stay with us!" she beamed. Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance of happiness. From that moment on, both Harry and Hermione knew that everything would be all right in the end. "This is going to be the best summer ever!" thought Hermione, in a happy daze.
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Author's Note – Don't worry – this is not the end! Another chapter will (hopefully) be up by the end of next week depending on homework load!
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Author's Note – Thanks to everyone for all the reviews!! Hope you enjoy!!
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Hermione could hardly breathe. They had turned onto Privet Drive, and were crawling along looking for Number 4. She could hardly imagine Harry in this dull and boring neighborhood. As they reached the Dursley's home, she had to believe it was a mistake. This was the most common place she had ever seen. The whites, tans, and beiges all mixed in her eyes, against the perfect green landscape. There was nothing out of order, not a single blade of grass out of place. Everything was so dull. There was no way this could be it.
"This is it," her father sighed, in a tone of anticipation. He pulled into the driveway and shifted the car into park. For a moment, there was silence, and nobody dared to move. It seemed as though disturbing this excessively peaceful place would be committing a dastardly sin.
"Aren't we going to the door?" Hermione's mother asked, breaking the loudest silence any of them had ever heard. Hermione jumped, as though startled by her mother's presence, but immediately composed herself. She was determined not to let them know how she felt; though unbeknownst to her, they had a pretty good idea. Slowly, she began getting out of the car and walking towards the doorway, as though she was walking toward her own burial. Before following, her parents exchanged a knowing smile.
As Hermione walked, her mouth was in a straight line and her eyes were filled with fire. She was determined to do this. Once she reached the cement stoop, she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, but it was no use. She decided to take the same approach as she did when jumping in a cold pool; dive in headfirst before there was time to overanalyze her actions. Still trembling, she reached for the doorbell, and ended up hitting it so hard she jammed her finger. Swearing under her breath so her parents couldn't hear, she listened to the chime ring. A nervous silence followed. As they waited, Hermione began to take a more careful look around. As she had presumed earlier, the gardens were perfectly kept, shrubs perfectly pruned, trees perfectly trimmed, yet somehow it still seemed like an ugly prison. It may have had something t do with the stone wall that surrounded the yards, with ivy growing close. She noticed a cat sitting very rigidly on one wall, to the point where it was unnatural. She smiled knowingly at the sight.
Hermione rang the doorbell again, her heart pounding harder than ever. She heard footsteps hurriedly coming down the stairs, and suddenly all of the tension inside of her disintegrated. The doorknob turned in front of her eyes, and the spotless wooden door opened. "HARRY!" she screamed, embracing him in an extremely tight embrace. He returned the hug, and they stood holding each other for a few minutes. Both knew this was right, but neither was willing to admit. They stood there, holding each other, Hermione still trembling from the adrenaline, until Hermione's father cleared his throat, ruining the moment. The two best friends squeezed tight for one last second, and Hermione kissed him on the cheek just before she let go. "Harry," she began, "these are my parents," and waved her hand towards the two middle-aged adults standing in the doorway.
Hermione's father reached out a hand. :"All right Harry?" he asked. "Mione can have a bit of a tight grip when she gets excited!" He winked. Hermione blushed and scolded Mr. Granger in a playful voice. But before Harry could respond, he was swept into a warm hug that much resembled Hermione's.
"Oh Harry dear we're all so glad you could come and stay with us!" she beamed. Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance of happiness. From that moment on, both Harry and Hermione knew that everything would be all right in the end. "This is going to be the best summer ever!" thought Hermione, in a happy daze.
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Author's Note – Don't worry – this is not the end! Another chapter will (hopefully) be up by the end of next week depending on homework load!
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