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Hermione gave a heavy sigh. One week had passed since the end of her 4th year at Hogwarts. Exactly one week she had spent with a family she dearly loved, and now she was back on her way to an unknown place, and the reason why was a mystery to her too. She received though a clue that gave only a little bit of information, but enough to get her on her way. On the Sunday that had recently passed a small owl came flying through her bedroom window at dawn and dropped a small piece of parchment on the desk beside her bed. Hermione recognized the little creature as Ron's pet Pig. She stood up yawning from her bed, and flopped down in the desk chair. She reluctantly looked at what was just delivered to her, thinking Ron was about to tell her about something bad that had happened to Harry, but she nevertheless picked up the thin parchment and began to read. It said:
"Meet us at the place where you first met the man with the Golden locks on the 10th day of this month precisely 2 hours after noon. Very important, bring all your clothes and personal items along, enough to last for a year. I'm sorry to say but you won't be seeing you're family for the rest of the summer."
Hermione looked strangely at the letter and wondered who had given it to her. She knew by the neat and readable writing that it was not Ron. Confusion hit Hermione instantly because sure enough it was his owl that delivered it. Then she noticed a small hint at the right hand corner of the dirty parchment."The women who can't tell the difference between her sons" It read with a small happy face beside it. A smile replaced the frown on Hermione's serious face; it was Ron's sweet mother.
She knew this piece of parchment was very much of importance considering what happened to harry less then three weeks before, so she immediately stood up from her desk chair and went to go tell her parents. Hermione ran down her hallway filled with pictures from her early childhood, skipped the corner, and started running down her dark colored staircase with her brown curly hair racing behind her. By the time she landed with a thump at the end of the staircase her face had turned cherry red and she was clenching her stomach gasping for air. Her mother, Mrs. Granger, saw her from the kitchen entrance and became very concerned. She put down the plate she was holding on their oak table, untied her yellow flower apron, and started towards her daughter.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Are you okay" She asked her face full of worry. Hermione slowly lifted her head, starting to breath more easily and slowly.
"Just fine mum, just, well .... read this" She handed her the piece of parchment in her hand. Mrs. Granger looked at it with awe before taking it from her. With every words she read her eyes became bigger and bigger. Hermione knew she was going to act like this, so she glumly looked at her feet.
"But, Hermy" Mrs. Granger said calling her by her childhood name "you just came back." Hermione looked at her mother's eyes that we're filled with sadness.
"I know," she said breaking off eye contact. "But, I'm afraid that it has something to do with Harry.." she continued wincing her eyes thinking about how much pain he must be going through at the moment.
Mrs. Granger slowly started nodding her head. Hermione had told her what Harry was going through, and she cared for him, like her own son, so she understood why Hermione had to go.
Now we're back where the story begun. Hermione sat in her chair on the metro continuously clicking her fingers. She impatiently waited for the train to stop so she could get off. She wasn't feeling that good that morning, and she began regreting coming on the train. The damp air and the gleaming sunlight didn't help either, she felt like throwing up. Hermione couldn't help but feel like there was something wrong with this picture, like everything was just too surreal and weird. Strange thoughts kept coming through her head, doubting that everything was all right. "What if something happened to Harry?..What if this was just some maniac scheme by Vol.. I mean He-who-must-not-be-named to trick her into betraying Harry? ..What if the owl who delivered the letter wasn't Pig at all? Just some look-a-like, and she was being set up ..What if .." Hermione shook her head slightly trying to get all the nonsense she had been recently thinking about out of it. What was she thinking, she was just over exaggerating! Everything was fine, or so she tried to convince herself.
She knew that it was Pig who delivered the letter, or she thought, no, she KNEW, not some owl that looked like Pig, but the real Pig himself. He didn't seem to be injured considering he was so jumpy, so it was Pig, the Pig we all grew to know and love, the Pigster, so there was nothing to doubt about. It WAS the same Pig that was owned by Ron Weasley. Ron.. her mind slowly started drifting into another unknown place. There she saw a tall gangly coming-to-age boy with raging red hair, crystal blue eyes, and small little freckles upon his face. The boy was smiling at Hermione with his bright white's showing, and his lips supple and pink. She shook her head again once more, how ridiculous could her mind get?!
"What was I thinking?!" Hermione muttered under her breathe, but she knew exactly what she was thinking, "What if, noo, never .. na uh, but .. NO!" She said continuing to shake her head. Hermione knew she had gotten butterflies whenever she thought of or saw Ron, but would never admit it. Even with the number of butterflies increasing every year she was just too stubborn to say that she, well, had feelings for him. Hermione then felt a warm hand on her bare shoulder.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Mrs. Granger said with a concerned tone. "You kept shaking you're head, and I was worried you were getting a seizure or something. Are you sick, do you want to go home?"
"No," she lied giving her mother a fake grin "I'm okay." Hermione cared for Harry a lot, and she wasn't going to let some silly little thought keep her from helping him, her bestfriend. She took a deep breathe and looked out the window, they're destination was only a couple minutes away.
"Ok," she said looking at her daughter knowing she was lying. "Have you called Viktor yet? Did you tell him you couldn't visit him this summer?" She said rather interested in her daughter's relationship with an older and famous boy.
"Yes, mum. He seemed quite disppointed, but I promised to write. But mother you know we're not going out, I wouldn't dare date a boy who doesn't even know how to pronounce my name" Hermione replied looking at her mother, and cocking her eyebrow. Mrs. Granger returned the smile, wondering how her little girl had grown up so fast.
"I know." Her mother said laughing, Hermione couldn't help but laugh too. Hermione now felt lke everything was going to be alright, and for the rest of the train ride they were indulged in a girly conversation all their own.
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Hermione gave a heavy sigh. One week had passed since the end of her 4th year at Hogwarts. Exactly one week she had spent with a family she dearly loved, and now she was back on her way to an unknown place, and the reason why was a mystery to her too. She received though a clue that gave only a little bit of information, but enough to get her on her way. On the Sunday that had recently passed a small owl came flying through her bedroom window at dawn and dropped a small piece of parchment on the desk beside her bed. Hermione recognized the little creature as Ron's pet Pig. She stood up yawning from her bed, and flopped down in the desk chair. She reluctantly looked at what was just delivered to her, thinking Ron was about to tell her about something bad that had happened to Harry, but she nevertheless picked up the thin parchment and began to read. It said:
"Meet us at the place where you first met the man with the Golden locks on the 10th day of this month precisely 2 hours after noon. Very important, bring all your clothes and personal items along, enough to last for a year. I'm sorry to say but you won't be seeing you're family for the rest of the summer."
Hermione looked strangely at the letter and wondered who had given it to her. She knew by the neat and readable writing that it was not Ron. Confusion hit Hermione instantly because sure enough it was his owl that delivered it. Then she noticed a small hint at the right hand corner of the dirty parchment."The women who can't tell the difference between her sons" It read with a small happy face beside it. A smile replaced the frown on Hermione's serious face; it was Ron's sweet mother.
She knew this piece of parchment was very much of importance considering what happened to harry less then three weeks before, so she immediately stood up from her desk chair and went to go tell her parents. Hermione ran down her hallway filled with pictures from her early childhood, skipped the corner, and started running down her dark colored staircase with her brown curly hair racing behind her. By the time she landed with a thump at the end of the staircase her face had turned cherry red and she was clenching her stomach gasping for air. Her mother, Mrs. Granger, saw her from the kitchen entrance and became very concerned. She put down the plate she was holding on their oak table, untied her yellow flower apron, and started towards her daughter.
"Hermione, what's wrong? Are you okay" She asked her face full of worry. Hermione slowly lifted her head, starting to breath more easily and slowly.
"Just fine mum, just, well .... read this" She handed her the piece of parchment in her hand. Mrs. Granger looked at it with awe before taking it from her. With every words she read her eyes became bigger and bigger. Hermione knew she was going to act like this, so she glumly looked at her feet.
"But, Hermy" Mrs. Granger said calling her by her childhood name "you just came back." Hermione looked at her mother's eyes that we're filled with sadness.
"I know," she said breaking off eye contact. "But, I'm afraid that it has something to do with Harry.." she continued wincing her eyes thinking about how much pain he must be going through at the moment.
Mrs. Granger slowly started nodding her head. Hermione had told her what Harry was going through, and she cared for him, like her own son, so she understood why Hermione had to go.
Now we're back where the story begun. Hermione sat in her chair on the metro continuously clicking her fingers. She impatiently waited for the train to stop so she could get off. She wasn't feeling that good that morning, and she began regreting coming on the train. The damp air and the gleaming sunlight didn't help either, she felt like throwing up. Hermione couldn't help but feel like there was something wrong with this picture, like everything was just too surreal and weird. Strange thoughts kept coming through her head, doubting that everything was all right. "What if something happened to Harry?..What if this was just some maniac scheme by Vol.. I mean He-who-must-not-be-named to trick her into betraying Harry? ..What if the owl who delivered the letter wasn't Pig at all? Just some look-a-like, and she was being set up ..What if .." Hermione shook her head slightly trying to get all the nonsense she had been recently thinking about out of it. What was she thinking, she was just over exaggerating! Everything was fine, or so she tried to convince herself.
She knew that it was Pig who delivered the letter, or she thought, no, she KNEW, not some owl that looked like Pig, but the real Pig himself. He didn't seem to be injured considering he was so jumpy, so it was Pig, the Pig we all grew to know and love, the Pigster, so there was nothing to doubt about. It WAS the same Pig that was owned by Ron Weasley. Ron.. her mind slowly started drifting into another unknown place. There she saw a tall gangly coming-to-age boy with raging red hair, crystal blue eyes, and small little freckles upon his face. The boy was smiling at Hermione with his bright white's showing, and his lips supple and pink. She shook her head again once more, how ridiculous could her mind get?!
"What was I thinking?!" Hermione muttered under her breathe, but she knew exactly what she was thinking, "What if, noo, never .. na uh, but .. NO!" She said continuing to shake her head. Hermione knew she had gotten butterflies whenever she thought of or saw Ron, but would never admit it. Even with the number of butterflies increasing every year she was just too stubborn to say that she, well, had feelings for him. Hermione then felt a warm hand on her bare shoulder.
"Hermione, are you okay?" Mrs. Granger said with a concerned tone. "You kept shaking you're head, and I was worried you were getting a seizure or something. Are you sick, do you want to go home?"
"No," she lied giving her mother a fake grin "I'm okay." Hermione cared for Harry a lot, and she wasn't going to let some silly little thought keep her from helping him, her bestfriend. She took a deep breathe and looked out the window, they're destination was only a couple minutes away.
"Ok," she said looking at her daughter knowing she was lying. "Have you called Viktor yet? Did you tell him you couldn't visit him this summer?" She said rather interested in her daughter's relationship with an older and famous boy.
"Yes, mum. He seemed quite disppointed, but I promised to write. But mother you know we're not going out, I wouldn't dare date a boy who doesn't even know how to pronounce my name" Hermione replied looking at her mother, and cocking her eyebrow. Mrs. Granger returned the smile, wondering how her little girl had grown up so fast.
"I know." Her mother said laughing, Hermione couldn't help but laugh too. Hermione now felt lke everything was going to be alright, and for the rest of the train ride they were indulged in a girly conversation all their own.