Oh, What Will The New Year Bring?-Chapter 11
THIS IS NOT BETA READ
The term ended, Winter break began. Meaning Christmas was almost upon them. There plans were to spend Christmas Eve together, and go there seperate ways Christmas Day. Neville to his grandmother's, Ron to the Burrow, Hermione to her parents, and Harry, well he wasn't sure what he'd do, since he would not at all be welcone at the Dursley's, Hogwarts was over and done with, and Remus was out of the country, so he was planning a day alone, until Hermione offered for him to join her family, which he graciously accepted, a few day's later Ron offered, but his plans were already set.
Christmas Eve, the four decided to exchange gifts, beside there tiny Christmas tree. The three college students and a professional quidditich player. Neville gave them each a case of butterbeer,
"Trying to bribe us here, Nev?" Ron joked, Neville shook his head 'no,' "But it's working regardless," Ron smiled.
Ron gave them, gift certificates, or tickets, Harry's to a store of his choosing, from the list in Diagon Alley, Hermione's to Flourish and Blott's, and Neville, tickets to an upcoming flora show.
Harry and Hermione, gave out things they made in there art classes. To Ron, Hermione gave an orange mug, which he proclaimed, "Hey! I can drink my butterbeer out of this! Thanks Hermione!"
To Neville, a gryfindor red flower pot.
And to Harry, a emerald green coil bowl (The base a square, and coils going around, somewhat squashed till it is about 8 inches in diameter, yes it does exist made it last yr, 11th grade, just mine is dark blue). "What is it?"
"A bowl." He turned it over.
"Oh, I see now, doy, what's it for?"
"What ever you want it to be for."
"Cool!"
Now Harry's presents, if you think the above were unusual, you haven't read nothing yet.
Harry handed Ron a flat wrapped parcel, Hermione a box, and Neville, another flat wrapped parcel.
Ron ripped into his, "Wow Harry! Did you make this?"
"Yeah, I painted it." Meaning Ron's painting of a keeper in cannon's orange blocking the hoops from oncoming chasers.'
Neville opened his parcel, a painting, and gasped, it showed a boy, looking very much like Neville fighting, deatheaters! He was speechless, getting out only a "Thanks Harry!"
And Hermione opened her, "Oh merlin, third year, when we saved HIM!"
"Yeah," meaning what Hermione was speaking of, the sculpture of Harry and her riding Buckbeak, the Hippogriff.
"Is that a Hippogriff?" asked Neville.
"Yeah," Harry answered, "Buckbeak."
"Hagrid's? Which was supposed to be put to death?"
"Yep."
"So, he was set free?"
"Right."
"Yes! The bastards milking backfired."
"Yes, in more ways then one," Harry grinned.
"How so?"
"Malfoy faking the arm injury," Hermione pointed out, "They still lost, and consequently the game, and cup, Sirius, escaped on said Hippogrif."
"Which stuck one to Snape as well, he didn't get rewarded for his so called capture of Sirius, yeah!" Ron rejoyced.
Harry just grinned on.
The next afternoon, at one o' clock, Hermione and Harry headed over to her Granger grandparents' house.
They went in, Hermione's parents, had yet to arrive. They were greeted by her grandparents, "Happy Christmas, Grandmum, Grandpa!"
"Happy Christmas, dear, who's that with you?"
"This is my friend Harry."
"Hi," he greeted shyly.
"Well, Happy Christmas, Harry, I'm Joe, and this is my lovely wife, Tracy."
"Nice to meet you, Harry."
"You too," Harry replied shyly.
Hermione went off to greet other family members' leaving Harry there, wondering what in the world he should do. "You can go in you know, Harry," came Mr. Granger's voice behind him.
"Happy Christmas, Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger."
"Harry, call us Jack and Liz, or you'll be answered by half the room."
"Sorry, Mr. Gra.... Jack."
"It's alright, go on in, don't be shy."
Harry went in, and found a seat on a couch, and looked around, a huge Christmas tree, swallowed by presents, various people all about the room, including Hermione greeting her parents, and engaged in conversation, with numeruous relatives, in one corner, and appetizers on practically every clean space.
"Harry, would you like a beer? Ope, sorry, your too young, how about a soda?"
He nodded, and Joe, handed him a soda.
"So your the fellow Hermione brought along, eh? I'm her cousin, Mike," greeted her cousin, Mike.
"Yeah, I'm her friend, Harry."
"So do you go to Uni, with Hermione?"
"Yeah, we went to school together before as well."
"Really, so have you been friends for a long time?"
"Yeah, since we were eleven."
"Really, is that why we haven't seen her around here, in a while because of the school you went to."
"Yeah, I guess."
"So, what are you studying in Uni?"
"Oh, I'm undecided at the moment."
"Really, what did you take last term, then?"
"Some literature classes, a few art classes, and the usual things...."
"Mikey, are you putting Harry on the spot?"
"How is my long lost cousin doing?" Mike greeted Hermione.
"Great, sharing a flat with my best friends and going to Uni."
"Who're you sharing the flat with?"
"You don't know them, Harry and a few other friends from school."
"Alright, now Harry, you hurt my cousin here and I'll hurt you," he threatend.
"What?" Harry asked confused.
"Mike, what are you doing?" asked Hermione.
"Making sure you my cousin is safe."
"Why? Did you have a little too much to drink there, Mike?"
"He is your boyfriend, right?"
Both Harry and Hermione's mouths opened and closed in shock. Before Hermione found her tongue, "We're best friends, Mike."
"So....?"
"Close your mouth Harry."
"Sorry, Hermione."
"So what, Mike?"
"Your not dating?"
"Nope, we're not," Hermione answered morosely.
"Then why's he here?"
"He's my best friend, and his 'family' is out of the country."
"So, he was telling the truth, sorry about that Harry, guess I don't have to worry about you jumping my cousin."
Harry just gaped, and Hermione walked off shaking her head.
Harry resumed being the lump on the couch.
Present time came around, the Granger's all exchanged gifts, while Harry observed from his spot next to Hermione.
After the hours of gift giving, the Granger's, significant others and Harry paraded down to the basement for Christmas dinner.
The turkey, potatoes, stuffing, yams, vegtables, and everything else was passed around, and out flowed the wine, to everyone but the youngest children.
Harry took one sip of his wine, and choked, "You alright there, Harry?" asked Mr. Granger, from the other side of Hermione.
"Fine, Mr. Gra... Jack, not used to this," indicating his glass by lifting it.
Jack clapped him on the back, "It's alright, you should've seen Hermione the first time she had wine."
"Dad!"
"Yes munchkin?"
"Urgh!" Followed by chuckles from Jack Granger.
Dinner was followed by dessert, pie. Everyone was passed a piece, followed by the whip cream and ice cream being passed around.
After a little while and numerous kids nodding off, many of the families left, leaving Hermione, Harry, her parents, Jack and Liz and her grandparents, Joe and Tracy, still around.
"Hermione, your living in London, yet hardly come around, why?"
"Uni, it's lot's of work."
"Just like before, has to be top of the class," Harry joked.
"Why not?"
"I'm not saying it's a bad thing, Hermione, just doesn't leave time for your family, or friends, half the time."
"What about you? You spend as much time, if not more time in the library then me, Potter."
"Now do I Granger? Are you sure, or is that only when you see me there?"
"How would I know where you are all the time?"
"I don't know, why do you assume I'm one place or the other?"
"Why do you assume I assume?" The elded Granger's just watched there banter in humor.
They both cracked up, along with there elders.
"Harry did you see the time?"
"No, what time is it?"
"Almost midnight, shall we head out?"
"Your the one driving, we can go whenever you wish."
She got up and started the rounds hugging her grandparents, then parents, "Bye Grandmum, Grandpa, Mum, Dad."
"Thanks for having me Joe and Tracy, nice to see you again, Jack, Liz." Harry shook hands.
"Bye," they said in unison, put on there coats and went out the door.
"There really not dating?" asked Tracy.
"No, unfortunetly not, Harry's such a wonderful young man," Liz replied.
"Is he always so reserved?" asked Joe.
"Yes, at least whenever we've been around him, right, hun?" asked Jack.
"Right, Ron's ready to lock them in a room or something," Liz added.
"Ron?"
"There best friend," replied Jack and Liz in unison.
It's now New Year's Eve (1997), Fred and George have joined Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville at their flat, and they've brought along some Oldgen's Old Firewhiskey.
After quite a few shots of whiskey a piece, and a few previous parties for the twins "So wha ya loy gon do nis tear?" asked Fred or George.
"Quidditich."
"Uni."
"Uni."
"I'm going to spend the term in the United States."
Everybody did a double take with what Harry just said. "WHAT!" or "WHAY!" (The drunk twins."
"I signed up to spend this term in the states."
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"I'll be back this summer, just thought it'd be fun, a new experience, to broaden my horizens."
"Have some whisky." and there glasses were full once more.
A few hours later....
"'Arry, I gone miss u mate, illy, I ill!"
"I love someone, soooo much, I love her, she's so looooony, la de da la de da, I reeeaaly do, la de da la de da..." and Ron continually sang off key.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Huh?"
He burst out laughing.
"Harry?"
"Uh huh?"
"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Yeah yeah yeah," he nodded vigourously.
They left there oblivious companions and went into Hermione's room to watch that movie, in which both fell asleep before the compleation of the previews.
The next morning was wierd for everybody, Ron sprawled in the middle of the living room floor, Harry and Hermione tangled in the blankets of her bed, Fred and George in Harry's bed, and Neville on the porch. Thank Merlin everyone was fully clothed.
January fourteenth, Harry got on that plane and flew to Detriot, Michigan, for his semester abroad, at the Michagan Institute of Magic.
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And there we have it, Next: Settling in, etc.... REVIEW PLEASE, PLEASE.
Thank yous to my beta, Kendra, and my reviewers.
LORD OF THE RINGS YEAH!!! ELEVEN OSCARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ONCE AGAIN, REVIEW PLEASE!!!
I've started chapter 12, but am not sure if I'm sure it's complete, so I'll have to see what my beta thinks, I got bored of waiting for her so I just posted this without it being betaed, so sorry 'bout the probable typos, etc, hope you found this humerous, but all I do is laugh at my stuff so.... yeah, hope you enjoy, and please review, I'm tired, had a hockey tournament this weekend, we finished second, lost today, my probable last game for the team, which sucks, but that's becasue I'll be off to college this fall, the bright spot is I scored the prettiest goal of the tournament, the first one my dad saw me score all season, I finished the year with 7, 16 in 3 years, though we might have another game, sorry I know you don't care about me, so I'll shut up, read review, yeah, adios
ears 91
THIS IS NOT BETA READ
The term ended, Winter break began. Meaning Christmas was almost upon them. There plans were to spend Christmas Eve together, and go there seperate ways Christmas Day. Neville to his grandmother's, Ron to the Burrow, Hermione to her parents, and Harry, well he wasn't sure what he'd do, since he would not at all be welcone at the Dursley's, Hogwarts was over and done with, and Remus was out of the country, so he was planning a day alone, until Hermione offered for him to join her family, which he graciously accepted, a few day's later Ron offered, but his plans were already set.
Christmas Eve, the four decided to exchange gifts, beside there tiny Christmas tree. The three college students and a professional quidditich player. Neville gave them each a case of butterbeer,
"Trying to bribe us here, Nev?" Ron joked, Neville shook his head 'no,' "But it's working regardless," Ron smiled.
Ron gave them, gift certificates, or tickets, Harry's to a store of his choosing, from the list in Diagon Alley, Hermione's to Flourish and Blott's, and Neville, tickets to an upcoming flora show.
Harry and Hermione, gave out things they made in there art classes. To Ron, Hermione gave an orange mug, which he proclaimed, "Hey! I can drink my butterbeer out of this! Thanks Hermione!"
To Neville, a gryfindor red flower pot.
And to Harry, a emerald green coil bowl (The base a square, and coils going around, somewhat squashed till it is about 8 inches in diameter, yes it does exist made it last yr, 11th grade, just mine is dark blue). "What is it?"
"A bowl." He turned it over.
"Oh, I see now, doy, what's it for?"
"What ever you want it to be for."
"Cool!"
Now Harry's presents, if you think the above were unusual, you haven't read nothing yet.
Harry handed Ron a flat wrapped parcel, Hermione a box, and Neville, another flat wrapped parcel.
Ron ripped into his, "Wow Harry! Did you make this?"
"Yeah, I painted it." Meaning Ron's painting of a keeper in cannon's orange blocking the hoops from oncoming chasers.'
Neville opened his parcel, a painting, and gasped, it showed a boy, looking very much like Neville fighting, deatheaters! He was speechless, getting out only a "Thanks Harry!"
And Hermione opened her, "Oh merlin, third year, when we saved HIM!"
"Yeah," meaning what Hermione was speaking of, the sculpture of Harry and her riding Buckbeak, the Hippogriff.
"Is that a Hippogriff?" asked Neville.
"Yeah," Harry answered, "Buckbeak."
"Hagrid's? Which was supposed to be put to death?"
"Yep."
"So, he was set free?"
"Right."
"Yes! The bastards milking backfired."
"Yes, in more ways then one," Harry grinned.
"How so?"
"Malfoy faking the arm injury," Hermione pointed out, "They still lost, and consequently the game, and cup, Sirius, escaped on said Hippogrif."
"Which stuck one to Snape as well, he didn't get rewarded for his so called capture of Sirius, yeah!" Ron rejoyced.
Harry just grinned on.
The next afternoon, at one o' clock, Hermione and Harry headed over to her Granger grandparents' house.
They went in, Hermione's parents, had yet to arrive. They were greeted by her grandparents, "Happy Christmas, Grandmum, Grandpa!"
"Happy Christmas, dear, who's that with you?"
"This is my friend Harry."
"Hi," he greeted shyly.
"Well, Happy Christmas, Harry, I'm Joe, and this is my lovely wife, Tracy."
"Nice to meet you, Harry."
"You too," Harry replied shyly.
Hermione went off to greet other family members' leaving Harry there, wondering what in the world he should do. "You can go in you know, Harry," came Mr. Granger's voice behind him.
"Happy Christmas, Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger."
"Harry, call us Jack and Liz, or you'll be answered by half the room."
"Sorry, Mr. Gra.... Jack."
"It's alright, go on in, don't be shy."
Harry went in, and found a seat on a couch, and looked around, a huge Christmas tree, swallowed by presents, various people all about the room, including Hermione greeting her parents, and engaged in conversation, with numeruous relatives, in one corner, and appetizers on practically every clean space.
"Harry, would you like a beer? Ope, sorry, your too young, how about a soda?"
He nodded, and Joe, handed him a soda.
"So your the fellow Hermione brought along, eh? I'm her cousin, Mike," greeted her cousin, Mike.
"Yeah, I'm her friend, Harry."
"So do you go to Uni, with Hermione?"
"Yeah, we went to school together before as well."
"Really, so have you been friends for a long time?"
"Yeah, since we were eleven."
"Really, is that why we haven't seen her around here, in a while because of the school you went to."
"Yeah, I guess."
"So, what are you studying in Uni?"
"Oh, I'm undecided at the moment."
"Really, what did you take last term, then?"
"Some literature classes, a few art classes, and the usual things...."
"Mikey, are you putting Harry on the spot?"
"How is my long lost cousin doing?" Mike greeted Hermione.
"Great, sharing a flat with my best friends and going to Uni."
"Who're you sharing the flat with?"
"You don't know them, Harry and a few other friends from school."
"Alright, now Harry, you hurt my cousin here and I'll hurt you," he threatend.
"What?" Harry asked confused.
"Mike, what are you doing?" asked Hermione.
"Making sure you my cousin is safe."
"Why? Did you have a little too much to drink there, Mike?"
"He is your boyfriend, right?"
Both Harry and Hermione's mouths opened and closed in shock. Before Hermione found her tongue, "We're best friends, Mike."
"So....?"
"Close your mouth Harry."
"Sorry, Hermione."
"So what, Mike?"
"Your not dating?"
"Nope, we're not," Hermione answered morosely.
"Then why's he here?"
"He's my best friend, and his 'family' is out of the country."
"So, he was telling the truth, sorry about that Harry, guess I don't have to worry about you jumping my cousin."
Harry just gaped, and Hermione walked off shaking her head.
Harry resumed being the lump on the couch.
Present time came around, the Granger's all exchanged gifts, while Harry observed from his spot next to Hermione.
After the hours of gift giving, the Granger's, significant others and Harry paraded down to the basement for Christmas dinner.
The turkey, potatoes, stuffing, yams, vegtables, and everything else was passed around, and out flowed the wine, to everyone but the youngest children.
Harry took one sip of his wine, and choked, "You alright there, Harry?" asked Mr. Granger, from the other side of Hermione.
"Fine, Mr. Gra... Jack, not used to this," indicating his glass by lifting it.
Jack clapped him on the back, "It's alright, you should've seen Hermione the first time she had wine."
"Dad!"
"Yes munchkin?"
"Urgh!" Followed by chuckles from Jack Granger.
Dinner was followed by dessert, pie. Everyone was passed a piece, followed by the whip cream and ice cream being passed around.
After a little while and numerous kids nodding off, many of the families left, leaving Hermione, Harry, her parents, Jack and Liz and her grandparents, Joe and Tracy, still around.
"Hermione, your living in London, yet hardly come around, why?"
"Uni, it's lot's of work."
"Just like before, has to be top of the class," Harry joked.
"Why not?"
"I'm not saying it's a bad thing, Hermione, just doesn't leave time for your family, or friends, half the time."
"What about you? You spend as much time, if not more time in the library then me, Potter."
"Now do I Granger? Are you sure, or is that only when you see me there?"
"How would I know where you are all the time?"
"I don't know, why do you assume I'm one place or the other?"
"Why do you assume I assume?" The elded Granger's just watched there banter in humor.
They both cracked up, along with there elders.
"Harry did you see the time?"
"No, what time is it?"
"Almost midnight, shall we head out?"
"Your the one driving, we can go whenever you wish."
She got up and started the rounds hugging her grandparents, then parents, "Bye Grandmum, Grandpa, Mum, Dad."
"Thanks for having me Joe and Tracy, nice to see you again, Jack, Liz." Harry shook hands.
"Bye," they said in unison, put on there coats and went out the door.
"There really not dating?" asked Tracy.
"No, unfortunetly not, Harry's such a wonderful young man," Liz replied.
"Is he always so reserved?" asked Joe.
"Yes, at least whenever we've been around him, right, hun?" asked Jack.
"Right, Ron's ready to lock them in a room or something," Liz added.
"Ron?"
"There best friend," replied Jack and Liz in unison.
It's now New Year's Eve (1997), Fred and George have joined Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville at their flat, and they've brought along some Oldgen's Old Firewhiskey.
After quite a few shots of whiskey a piece, and a few previous parties for the twins "So wha ya loy gon do nis tear?" asked Fred or George.
"Quidditich."
"Uni."
"Uni."
"I'm going to spend the term in the United States."
Everybody did a double take with what Harry just said. "WHAT!" or "WHAY!" (The drunk twins."
"I signed up to spend this term in the states."
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"I'll be back this summer, just thought it'd be fun, a new experience, to broaden my horizens."
"Have some whisky." and there glasses were full once more.
A few hours later....
"'Arry, I gone miss u mate, illy, I ill!"
"I love someone, soooo much, I love her, she's so looooony, la de da la de da, I reeeaaly do, la de da la de da..." and Ron continually sang off key.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Huh?"
He burst out laughing.
"Harry?"
"Uh huh?"
"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Yeah yeah yeah," he nodded vigourously.
They left there oblivious companions and went into Hermione's room to watch that movie, in which both fell asleep before the compleation of the previews.
The next morning was wierd for everybody, Ron sprawled in the middle of the living room floor, Harry and Hermione tangled in the blankets of her bed, Fred and George in Harry's bed, and Neville on the porch. Thank Merlin everyone was fully clothed.
January fourteenth, Harry got on that plane and flew to Detriot, Michigan, for his semester abroad, at the Michagan Institute of Magic.
~~~~~~~
And there we have it, Next: Settling in, etc.... REVIEW PLEASE, PLEASE.
Thank yous to my beta, Kendra, and my reviewers.
LORD OF THE RINGS YEAH!!! ELEVEN OSCARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ONCE AGAIN, REVIEW PLEASE!!!
I've started chapter 12, but am not sure if I'm sure it's complete, so I'll have to see what my beta thinks, I got bored of waiting for her so I just posted this without it being betaed, so sorry 'bout the probable typos, etc, hope you found this humerous, but all I do is laugh at my stuff so.... yeah, hope you enjoy, and please review, I'm tired, had a hockey tournament this weekend, we finished second, lost today, my probable last game for the team, which sucks, but that's becasue I'll be off to college this fall, the bright spot is I scored the prettiest goal of the tournament, the first one my dad saw me score all season, I finished the year with 7, 16 in 3 years, though we might have another game, sorry I know you don't care about me, so I'll shut up, read review, yeah, adios
ears 91