Sorry guys for the 2 month long hiatus. School has been so hectic for me
since I came back from Vegas and I couldn't find the time to update and
write my story. Well, when I was still in Vegas I wrote two more chapters
for this fan fic. It then mysteriously disappeared the next day out of my
cousin's files. I tried looking for it, but it was no use. I got a little
discouraged, but encouraged myself to continue since I loved this story.
So, here I am, back again! You guys probably didn't miss my at all. Aahhh,
well .. I should leave you alone so you can read the infamous second
chapter! LOL.
I do not own any characters of the story, but I do own most of the plot. The rest is the property of Mrs. J.K. Rowling. Merci =)
TELL ME IF THERS ANY SPELLING OR GRAMMER ERRORS. I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO RE- READ IT!
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"Bye , mum" said Hermione giving her mum one last hug and kiss on the cheek. "See you." She continued, trying not to let tears swell in her eyes. It was always hard to leave her family in the beginning of the school year, but leaving after only a week proved to be much more difficult.
"Bye Hermy, promise to write." Mrs. Granger said trying not to let go of her teenage daughter.
"You know I will mum," she said finally letting the tears stream down her face. A small grin spread on Mrs. Granger's as she felt the salty liquid caress her cheek.
"Hey, you're coming back! Don't worry. Your dad and I will send you you're birthday gift in September, ok?" she affectionately said to her daughter as she lifted her chin to stare into her chestnut eyes. Hermione gave a small sniffle as she slowly nodded her head, and wiped her tears feeling foolish for crying in public.
"I love you." Hermione said with a peaceful smile.
"I love you too hun" replied Mrs. Granger and with one last hug the two finally separated.
Hermione sadly watched her mother walk towards the door, her auburn hair bouncing with every step she took. When her mother reached the door, Hermione turned around and took a big breath, seeming to say, "I'm ready. Let's do this." She placed her pale hands on the wand contained in her pocket and walked towards the maroon colored brick wall. She confidently raised her wand and tapped the wall in 3 different places. The bricks slowly started to separate, making an arched doorway to the bustling Diagon Alley. Before taking a step further Hermione looked back at the world she was soon going to leave behind, and with one confident step entered the world where she would be living for the next 12 months. Hermione looked around at the alley, memories then drifted back bringing a small smile upon her face. She saw her 11-year-old self-walking aimlessly around face full of wonder, curiosity and fear. Then Hermione remembered herself at 12, here with her parents to see the infamous and handsome Gildory Lockhart. A small giggle came out of her mouth as she remembered her nuisance of a crush with embarrassment. A picture of her staring at awe at the middle aged man and Ron's jealous face that day appeared into her mind. A much larger smile, full of lust and happiness, suddenly appeared on Hermione's face. Without her knowing it her thoughts once again drifted to a place where she denied ever going. Ron.. That was all that echoed in her head as she stood motionless right in front of the brick arch where she had entered from.
"Young lady.." Hermione heard from behind her "if you don't mind I would like to get through" An eldery woman said with a fierce expression. Hermione shook here head softly and flashed the angered woman a smile.
"I'm sorry. Of course I can move." Hermione then answered, her voice with a fake cheery tone to it.
Hermione placed her now sweaty hands on the handlebars of her trolley and pushed it, the wheels slowly turning on the rough brick pathway. Even thought it was much too early for Hogwart students to be their buying school supplies the alley was still parading with hundreds of people. They were stuffed into the thin pathway like sardines in a can; everyone seemed to be in a state of discomfort. Hermione waddled like a penguin through the crowd of witches and wizards buying their every day needs. Her eyes fell upon the new golden cauldrons that were soon to be bought by anxious Hogwart first years. One step at a time her feet carried her towards to the always-busy Flourish and Blotts. Sunlight blinded her eyes as she searched with difficulty for Mrs. Weasley over the other heads of the massive population of people. Then from the corner of her eye she saw a head full of red blazing hair. She turned around and recognized that it was indeed whom she thought. She walked towards the short sized lady who was wearing a flowered yellow dress and was looking intensively around the area.
"Mrs. Weasley! I'm here! Behind you!" Hermione yelled loudly as she waved her hands hysterically hitting a witch or two. Mrs. Weasley jumped up in the air, as if startled by Hermione's booming voice. She then slowly turned around, and Hermione's face that was so full of joy just moments before was now one of confusion. Mrs. Weasley had looked so much different from what she had looked like from before, but yet, she was still the same. Wrinkles were in places Hermione hadn't seen more then a week before and her face shown signs of exhaustion and stress. Mrs. Weasley then shot Hermione a welcoming smile. Hermione smiled once again and started her way towards the middle-aged woman.
"Oh, dear Hermione." She said hugging Hermione gently "How beautiful you have grown in such a short time. I wouldn't be surprised if Ron would get a sudden little crush once he sees you." Hermione looked at the woman in front of her, wide eyed and blushing furiously she replied to the comment.
"Oh, why thank you. But.. I don't quite agree"
"Oh, don't be silly!" Mrs. Weasley said with a small chuckle "You're so beautiful! Much more then I am I must say.." she continued cocking her eyebrow in sarcasm. Hermione gave a jolly giggle. "Well we must be going! Mr. Weasley is waiting for us in the parking lot." Mrs. Weasley grabbed Hermione by the arm and yanked at the trolley beside her. She pulled the trolley and Hermione furiously through the obnoxious crowd, causing Hermione some trips on the way.
"Can you please explain ....." Hermione tried asking Mrs. Weasley through heavy breaths, but she was immediately interrupted.
"Not in public. I'm sorry my dear. When we get into the car, where no one can hear us" Hermione became much more confused with every step. What was such a mystery that Mrs. Weasley couldn't even tell her at that moment?! She needed to atleast know SOMETHING about what was going on. Hermione pulled her out of Mrs. Weasley grasp and stood there impatiently.
"Tell me atleast SOMETHING!" she yelled furiously at the woman, feeling very guilty once butterflies consumed her stomach. "You just can't give me any clues at all expecting ..." Mrs. Weasley shook her head and turned around to look at Hermione. She gave her no time to finish her sentence and interrupted once again. By this time Hermione was getting too furious.
"Hermione, all I can tell you is that we're here to help Harry.." she said sincerely as she looked towards her feet. Hermione stomped infront of her not content with Mrs. Weasley's answer, but soon felt terrible once she heard a sad sigh behind her.
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what is happening! I don't know if I should just go along with you, not knowing what may lie ahead. It's hard to trust people, especially with what happened last year" Hermione said crossing her arms and looking towards the laughing children beside her. She was talking about Mad Eye Moody, or at least the person who was pretending to be him.
"I'm sorry that I cannot tell you as much as I wish too, but it's four our own personal safety. Your right, no one can be trusted, that is why I cannot tell you anything in public." Hermione shook her head in agreement, finally realizing what was infront of her. Mrs. Weasley wasn't trying to vex her or to harm her, but she was trying to protect her. They continued walking up the twisted alley side by side until it became much more narrow and empty. Hermione looked around curiously and saw far off in the distance a very empty parking lot, only containing one red convertible. She wondered why in the wizarding world would there be a parking lot, when the witches and wizards knew very well they did not use cars. She mocked herself in her mind, wondering why she was being such an arse. In the car she saw a man, with fiery red hair, and wearing black muggle sunglasses, listening and enjoying some muggle rock music. Hermione knew for a fact that this was Mr. Weasley, Ron's ditzy, but very kind father. They continued walking through the sea of nothingness until the reached the vehicle, which was shining in the sun's gleaming light.
"Well, hello Hermione. Nice to see you again." Mr. Weasley said lowering his sunglasses and cocky his eyebrow with difficulty. Hermione couldn't help but laugh as Mrs. Weasley walked over and slapped his head lovingly.
"Oh Arthur, will you stop fooling around and help me with Hermione's luggage!" She said standing with her arms on her hips and her face filled with annoyance.
"Right baby, uh huh huh." Mr. Weasley continued with his raunchy Elvis accent. He continued with his ridiculous act until Mrs. Weasley threatened to let him go a week without food. He immediately rushed to help and attend his impatient wife.
"Hermione. Go ahead, you can hop in the car." Mrs. Weasley said as she returned back to normal jolly mood. Hermione first grabbed the cage that contained Crookshanks, and opened the door slowly, for she thought she would damage it. The car seemed so delicate, and perfect, it almost looked like with one touch it could crumble to the floor as fine as flour. It reminded her of a 1968 Camaro she saw in one of her father's magazines, his dream car. As she laid her bottom on the leather seats of the convertible a burning sensation creeped through her legs. She moaned in pain, and immediately bolted up, causing Crookshanks to hiss with fury.
"Oh, I'm sorry Hermione. I forgot to tell you the seats are terribly hot. Here, sit on this blanket." With one incantation and whip of his hand Mr.Weasley made a pink silk like blanket appear out of nowhere. It slowly flew to her, as if was a pink ghost in broad daylight, and she grabbed it with curiosity before she rubbed it gently against her cheek. She gaily hopped back into the car as if the little gift changed her whole view of that treacherous day. As the last of her items we're packed into the back Hermione started wondering once more where they were going, and how they were going to get there, but she quickly shook the thought out of her head. She TRUSTED Mrs. Weasley, and she knew she wouldn't do anything to harm her. Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley lazily filed themselves into the seats of the car, gasping for air, as if the Hermione's luggage was too much for them to handle. A question popped into Hermione's head, a stupid one for the matter, for she already knew the answer.
"Is this car enchanted?" Hermione asked Mr. Weasley tapping his shoulder. He answered her bending over as if to get something.
"Of course it is. Now, what kind of wizard would I be if I had a muggle appliance and I didn't enchant it! I'm just barrowing it from the ministry though. We don't really need a car" He then turned around and handed her a small roll of parchment. "Here, take this. Pick whatever you want, and then tap your wand on your choice. It'll appear on the little table beside you. Something I woofed up, bloody brilliant isn't it?" She smiled, she didn't mean to be rude by not answering, but she truly was fascinated with what he had invented. Hermione examined the piece of paper, looking at the dozens of choices. Chocolate frogs, caramel flavored wands, invisible gumballs, ever-chewing skull heads, melt-in-your-mouth snowflakes, chilling owl shaped lollipops, Bernies Bott's every flavored jelly beans, Butterbeers.. the list was ENDLESS. Hmmmm. Butterbeers.. She thought to herself as drool dripped over her dry lips. Hermione soon felt a sudden jolt; she lifted her head to notice they were slowly rising in the air. She looked over the cars edge and saw that they were already very far from the ground.
"Mr. Weasley?" Hermione said softly, almost as a whisper. He nodded as if understanding the question she was about to ask. "Aren't you worried about any one spotting on us? I should know for a fact, us muggles don't really fancy seeing flying cars in the air." The smile on Mr. Weasley's smile became larger, and Hermione could see it from the rear view mirror. She now understood. The car had an invisibility charm on it, she laughed for the fact the she didn't notice it before. Hermione popped her head over the side of the car once more, looking at the small colored dots, that WERE houses a couple thousand feet ago. She had never felt this feeling before. The feeling of wind rushing towards her, blowing her strands of hair behind as if it was a horse's mane. Of total and complete bliss, as she flew over and into the fluffy white clouds trying to catch a piece and keep it with her forever. A large smile filled with the sparkle of a tiny child spread on her face as she closed her eyes, letting the breeze kiss upon her. Is this how Harry, and the rest of the Quidditch players felt every time they mounted on their brooms and rised into the sky above them? The feeling of being in the heavens, like everything that surrounded the individuals was just completely and utterly perfect. If it was, Hermione envied their luck. She even envied that scheming rodent Draco Malfoy.
Hermione nearly forgot about the menu in front of her until she heard a soft grumble that could've only come from her stomach. Cheeks that were once a peachy color were now a crimson red. She immediately grabbed the parchment, which lay on her knee and looked it over once more until she found what she was looking for. She grabbed her wand that was in her pocket and tapped her selection lightly. Out of thin air a cup of hot and steaming Butterbeer appeared beside her. Hermione licked her lips, temptation for the sweet liquid taking over her. She placed her hands around the warm cup and chugged it down with joy.
"Oh, my. This is so DELICIOUS? Who made this Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked continuing to drink the Butterbeer without stopping.
"Mrs. Weasley made it. Nothing like homemade Butterbeer to make your day! Isn't she amazing?" Mr. Weasley said turning around to look at his wife with such admiration and affection it could've made Hermione barf. Luckily, she didn't. She stared at them with jealously, hoping that one day she can find a love like theirs. What she didn't know is that the someday she was waiting for wasn't that far in the future.
The scenery below them began to change. It wasn't the bustling city they had come from anymore, but a collection of fields, and farmhouses. Hermione lost track of time. She didn't know how long they have been in that red Camaro, or how much more hours they had to stay in it. It felt like days to her though! After the 6th glass of Butter milk, 4th box of chocolate frogs, and 2 pieces of caramel flavored wands Hermione felt a little squeamish, all she wanted to do was to step on solid cement ground.
"Mrs. Weasley, how much more longer? I know this might just be a little bit of an over-share, but I really need to use the loo!" Hermione asked desperately as she kept her legs crossed snugly.
"Oh, not to worry." Mrs. Weasley said with a small chuckle. "We're almost there" Hermione then looked over the edge of the car and noticed the biggest collection of lights she had seen yet, lines and grids of what looked to her as headlights and streetlamps. "Here take this, and memorize it." Mrs. Weasley said turning around and quickly handing Hermione the tiniest and dirtiest piece of parchment. Hermione stared at it with confusion, and then slowly started to unfold it.
"The Headquarters of the ..." Hermioned began, but was shortly interrupted by Mr. Weasley's worried voice.
"Oh, NOT ALOUD! In your head dear." Hermione slowly nodded giving him a half smile, and then continued to read the words in her mind. "... Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London."
The only question that floated in Hermione's mind, right then and there, was "What in bloody hell?"
I do not own any characters of the story, but I do own most of the plot. The rest is the property of Mrs. J.K. Rowling. Merci =)
TELL ME IF THERS ANY SPELLING OR GRAMMER ERRORS. I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO RE- READ IT!
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"Bye , mum" said Hermione giving her mum one last hug and kiss on the cheek. "See you." She continued, trying not to let tears swell in her eyes. It was always hard to leave her family in the beginning of the school year, but leaving after only a week proved to be much more difficult.
"Bye Hermy, promise to write." Mrs. Granger said trying not to let go of her teenage daughter.
"You know I will mum," she said finally letting the tears stream down her face. A small grin spread on Mrs. Granger's as she felt the salty liquid caress her cheek.
"Hey, you're coming back! Don't worry. Your dad and I will send you you're birthday gift in September, ok?" she affectionately said to her daughter as she lifted her chin to stare into her chestnut eyes. Hermione gave a small sniffle as she slowly nodded her head, and wiped her tears feeling foolish for crying in public.
"I love you." Hermione said with a peaceful smile.
"I love you too hun" replied Mrs. Granger and with one last hug the two finally separated.
Hermione sadly watched her mother walk towards the door, her auburn hair bouncing with every step she took. When her mother reached the door, Hermione turned around and took a big breath, seeming to say, "I'm ready. Let's do this." She placed her pale hands on the wand contained in her pocket and walked towards the maroon colored brick wall. She confidently raised her wand and tapped the wall in 3 different places. The bricks slowly started to separate, making an arched doorway to the bustling Diagon Alley. Before taking a step further Hermione looked back at the world she was soon going to leave behind, and with one confident step entered the world where she would be living for the next 12 months. Hermione looked around at the alley, memories then drifted back bringing a small smile upon her face. She saw her 11-year-old self-walking aimlessly around face full of wonder, curiosity and fear. Then Hermione remembered herself at 12, here with her parents to see the infamous and handsome Gildory Lockhart. A small giggle came out of her mouth as she remembered her nuisance of a crush with embarrassment. A picture of her staring at awe at the middle aged man and Ron's jealous face that day appeared into her mind. A much larger smile, full of lust and happiness, suddenly appeared on Hermione's face. Without her knowing it her thoughts once again drifted to a place where she denied ever going. Ron.. That was all that echoed in her head as she stood motionless right in front of the brick arch where she had entered from.
"Young lady.." Hermione heard from behind her "if you don't mind I would like to get through" An eldery woman said with a fierce expression. Hermione shook here head softly and flashed the angered woman a smile.
"I'm sorry. Of course I can move." Hermione then answered, her voice with a fake cheery tone to it.
Hermione placed her now sweaty hands on the handlebars of her trolley and pushed it, the wheels slowly turning on the rough brick pathway. Even thought it was much too early for Hogwart students to be their buying school supplies the alley was still parading with hundreds of people. They were stuffed into the thin pathway like sardines in a can; everyone seemed to be in a state of discomfort. Hermione waddled like a penguin through the crowd of witches and wizards buying their every day needs. Her eyes fell upon the new golden cauldrons that were soon to be bought by anxious Hogwart first years. One step at a time her feet carried her towards to the always-busy Flourish and Blotts. Sunlight blinded her eyes as she searched with difficulty for Mrs. Weasley over the other heads of the massive population of people. Then from the corner of her eye she saw a head full of red blazing hair. She turned around and recognized that it was indeed whom she thought. She walked towards the short sized lady who was wearing a flowered yellow dress and was looking intensively around the area.
"Mrs. Weasley! I'm here! Behind you!" Hermione yelled loudly as she waved her hands hysterically hitting a witch or two. Mrs. Weasley jumped up in the air, as if startled by Hermione's booming voice. She then slowly turned around, and Hermione's face that was so full of joy just moments before was now one of confusion. Mrs. Weasley had looked so much different from what she had looked like from before, but yet, she was still the same. Wrinkles were in places Hermione hadn't seen more then a week before and her face shown signs of exhaustion and stress. Mrs. Weasley then shot Hermione a welcoming smile. Hermione smiled once again and started her way towards the middle-aged woman.
"Oh, dear Hermione." She said hugging Hermione gently "How beautiful you have grown in such a short time. I wouldn't be surprised if Ron would get a sudden little crush once he sees you." Hermione looked at the woman in front of her, wide eyed and blushing furiously she replied to the comment.
"Oh, why thank you. But.. I don't quite agree"
"Oh, don't be silly!" Mrs. Weasley said with a small chuckle "You're so beautiful! Much more then I am I must say.." she continued cocking her eyebrow in sarcasm. Hermione gave a jolly giggle. "Well we must be going! Mr. Weasley is waiting for us in the parking lot." Mrs. Weasley grabbed Hermione by the arm and yanked at the trolley beside her. She pulled the trolley and Hermione furiously through the obnoxious crowd, causing Hermione some trips on the way.
"Can you please explain ....." Hermione tried asking Mrs. Weasley through heavy breaths, but she was immediately interrupted.
"Not in public. I'm sorry my dear. When we get into the car, where no one can hear us" Hermione became much more confused with every step. What was such a mystery that Mrs. Weasley couldn't even tell her at that moment?! She needed to atleast know SOMETHING about what was going on. Hermione pulled her out of Mrs. Weasley grasp and stood there impatiently.
"Tell me atleast SOMETHING!" she yelled furiously at the woman, feeling very guilty once butterflies consumed her stomach. "You just can't give me any clues at all expecting ..." Mrs. Weasley shook her head and turned around to look at Hermione. She gave her no time to finish her sentence and interrupted once again. By this time Hermione was getting too furious.
"Hermione, all I can tell you is that we're here to help Harry.." she said sincerely as she looked towards her feet. Hermione stomped infront of her not content with Mrs. Weasley's answer, but soon felt terrible once she heard a sad sigh behind her.
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what is happening! I don't know if I should just go along with you, not knowing what may lie ahead. It's hard to trust people, especially with what happened last year" Hermione said crossing her arms and looking towards the laughing children beside her. She was talking about Mad Eye Moody, or at least the person who was pretending to be him.
"I'm sorry that I cannot tell you as much as I wish too, but it's four our own personal safety. Your right, no one can be trusted, that is why I cannot tell you anything in public." Hermione shook her head in agreement, finally realizing what was infront of her. Mrs. Weasley wasn't trying to vex her or to harm her, but she was trying to protect her. They continued walking up the twisted alley side by side until it became much more narrow and empty. Hermione looked around curiously and saw far off in the distance a very empty parking lot, only containing one red convertible. She wondered why in the wizarding world would there be a parking lot, when the witches and wizards knew very well they did not use cars. She mocked herself in her mind, wondering why she was being such an arse. In the car she saw a man, with fiery red hair, and wearing black muggle sunglasses, listening and enjoying some muggle rock music. Hermione knew for a fact that this was Mr. Weasley, Ron's ditzy, but very kind father. They continued walking through the sea of nothingness until the reached the vehicle, which was shining in the sun's gleaming light.
"Well, hello Hermione. Nice to see you again." Mr. Weasley said lowering his sunglasses and cocky his eyebrow with difficulty. Hermione couldn't help but laugh as Mrs. Weasley walked over and slapped his head lovingly.
"Oh Arthur, will you stop fooling around and help me with Hermione's luggage!" She said standing with her arms on her hips and her face filled with annoyance.
"Right baby, uh huh huh." Mr. Weasley continued with his raunchy Elvis accent. He continued with his ridiculous act until Mrs. Weasley threatened to let him go a week without food. He immediately rushed to help and attend his impatient wife.
"Hermione. Go ahead, you can hop in the car." Mrs. Weasley said as she returned back to normal jolly mood. Hermione first grabbed the cage that contained Crookshanks, and opened the door slowly, for she thought she would damage it. The car seemed so delicate, and perfect, it almost looked like with one touch it could crumble to the floor as fine as flour. It reminded her of a 1968 Camaro she saw in one of her father's magazines, his dream car. As she laid her bottom on the leather seats of the convertible a burning sensation creeped through her legs. She moaned in pain, and immediately bolted up, causing Crookshanks to hiss with fury.
"Oh, I'm sorry Hermione. I forgot to tell you the seats are terribly hot. Here, sit on this blanket." With one incantation and whip of his hand Mr.Weasley made a pink silk like blanket appear out of nowhere. It slowly flew to her, as if was a pink ghost in broad daylight, and she grabbed it with curiosity before she rubbed it gently against her cheek. She gaily hopped back into the car as if the little gift changed her whole view of that treacherous day. As the last of her items we're packed into the back Hermione started wondering once more where they were going, and how they were going to get there, but she quickly shook the thought out of her head. She TRUSTED Mrs. Weasley, and she knew she wouldn't do anything to harm her. Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley lazily filed themselves into the seats of the car, gasping for air, as if the Hermione's luggage was too much for them to handle. A question popped into Hermione's head, a stupid one for the matter, for she already knew the answer.
"Is this car enchanted?" Hermione asked Mr. Weasley tapping his shoulder. He answered her bending over as if to get something.
"Of course it is. Now, what kind of wizard would I be if I had a muggle appliance and I didn't enchant it! I'm just barrowing it from the ministry though. We don't really need a car" He then turned around and handed her a small roll of parchment. "Here, take this. Pick whatever you want, and then tap your wand on your choice. It'll appear on the little table beside you. Something I woofed up, bloody brilliant isn't it?" She smiled, she didn't mean to be rude by not answering, but she truly was fascinated with what he had invented. Hermione examined the piece of paper, looking at the dozens of choices. Chocolate frogs, caramel flavored wands, invisible gumballs, ever-chewing skull heads, melt-in-your-mouth snowflakes, chilling owl shaped lollipops, Bernies Bott's every flavored jelly beans, Butterbeers.. the list was ENDLESS. Hmmmm. Butterbeers.. She thought to herself as drool dripped over her dry lips. Hermione soon felt a sudden jolt; she lifted her head to notice they were slowly rising in the air. She looked over the cars edge and saw that they were already very far from the ground.
"Mr. Weasley?" Hermione said softly, almost as a whisper. He nodded as if understanding the question she was about to ask. "Aren't you worried about any one spotting on us? I should know for a fact, us muggles don't really fancy seeing flying cars in the air." The smile on Mr. Weasley's smile became larger, and Hermione could see it from the rear view mirror. She now understood. The car had an invisibility charm on it, she laughed for the fact the she didn't notice it before. Hermione popped her head over the side of the car once more, looking at the small colored dots, that WERE houses a couple thousand feet ago. She had never felt this feeling before. The feeling of wind rushing towards her, blowing her strands of hair behind as if it was a horse's mane. Of total and complete bliss, as she flew over and into the fluffy white clouds trying to catch a piece and keep it with her forever. A large smile filled with the sparkle of a tiny child spread on her face as she closed her eyes, letting the breeze kiss upon her. Is this how Harry, and the rest of the Quidditch players felt every time they mounted on their brooms and rised into the sky above them? The feeling of being in the heavens, like everything that surrounded the individuals was just completely and utterly perfect. If it was, Hermione envied their luck. She even envied that scheming rodent Draco Malfoy.
Hermione nearly forgot about the menu in front of her until she heard a soft grumble that could've only come from her stomach. Cheeks that were once a peachy color were now a crimson red. She immediately grabbed the parchment, which lay on her knee and looked it over once more until she found what she was looking for. She grabbed her wand that was in her pocket and tapped her selection lightly. Out of thin air a cup of hot and steaming Butterbeer appeared beside her. Hermione licked her lips, temptation for the sweet liquid taking over her. She placed her hands around the warm cup and chugged it down with joy.
"Oh, my. This is so DELICIOUS? Who made this Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked continuing to drink the Butterbeer without stopping.
"Mrs. Weasley made it. Nothing like homemade Butterbeer to make your day! Isn't she amazing?" Mr. Weasley said turning around to look at his wife with such admiration and affection it could've made Hermione barf. Luckily, she didn't. She stared at them with jealously, hoping that one day she can find a love like theirs. What she didn't know is that the someday she was waiting for wasn't that far in the future.
The scenery below them began to change. It wasn't the bustling city they had come from anymore, but a collection of fields, and farmhouses. Hermione lost track of time. She didn't know how long they have been in that red Camaro, or how much more hours they had to stay in it. It felt like days to her though! After the 6th glass of Butter milk, 4th box of chocolate frogs, and 2 pieces of caramel flavored wands Hermione felt a little squeamish, all she wanted to do was to step on solid cement ground.
"Mrs. Weasley, how much more longer? I know this might just be a little bit of an over-share, but I really need to use the loo!" Hermione asked desperately as she kept her legs crossed snugly.
"Oh, not to worry." Mrs. Weasley said with a small chuckle. "We're almost there" Hermione then looked over the edge of the car and noticed the biggest collection of lights she had seen yet, lines and grids of what looked to her as headlights and streetlamps. "Here take this, and memorize it." Mrs. Weasley said turning around and quickly handing Hermione the tiniest and dirtiest piece of parchment. Hermione stared at it with confusion, and then slowly started to unfold it.
"The Headquarters of the ..." Hermioned began, but was shortly interrupted by Mr. Weasley's worried voice.
"Oh, NOT ALOUD! In your head dear." Hermione slowly nodded giving him a half smile, and then continued to read the words in her mind. "... Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London."
The only question that floated in Hermione's mind, right then and there, was "What in bloody hell?"