Disclaimer: I own nothing created by JK Rowling or Meg Cabot, I just like to pretend.
Sorry about the many delays all, but exams are comin up, and i dont have much time for this writing thing. But, today being a no bus day, i'm not at school... so back for your reading pleasure... Miss Mia at Hogwarts
The next morning was full of preparations. The girls secured some floo powder, and packed the last of their things. Ron had written them back saying the girls could make their ways over any time that afternoon. Hermione and Mia giggled and chatted the entire morning. They were so excited to see Ron and Harry again they wanted to leave as soon as they woke up.
"Alright, bye mum, bye dad!" Hermione said, hugging her mother, then her father.
"Thank you so much for everything Mr. and Mrs. Granger!" Mrs. Granger pulled Mia into a motherly hug.
"Don't be a stranger Mia, feel free to come back next year, or during Christmas!"
"I'll be back, don't you worry!" Mia smiled at Mrs. Granger and she followed Hermione to the fireplace.
Each of the girls took a handful of the powder.
"The Burrow." Hermione said clearly as she threw the powder and stepped into the wispy flames. She disappeared in a whirl of colour.
Mia followed her example and made her way into the spinning fire.
Mia spun and spun. She pulled her elbows in tight to her body, her eyes shut tight. Mia could feel the spinning slowing, and she opened her eyes. She saw the beautiful brightness of the Burrow in front of her as she stepped out of the flames.
Mia was immediately greeted by the Weasley family.
"Good to see you again Mia!" Mrs. Wealey immediately pulled her from the fire and into her second motherly hug of the afternoon.
"Hey Mia!" Harry smiled at her.
"How're you?" Ron asked as he pulled Mia's trunk away from the fireplace.
"Alright thank you," she smiled at him.
"Well, lets get your things to Percy's room - I mean the spare room," a look of sadness passed across Mrs. Weasley's face. Everyone in the room went silent, and glared nervously around the room.
"Hermione, I'll carry your things!" Ron lunged to Hermione's trunk, and Crookshanks's carrying cage with Harry not far behind. Fred and George grabbed Mia's things and they all made their ways up the make-shift stairs.
"Your father's friends will be here soon! Everyone get cleaned up!" they all heard Mrs. Weasley shout up the stairs behind them.
The two girls got "cleaned up" and made their way back down to the living room. There were four new faces in the crowd of Weasleys.
"Ah, girls!" Arthur spotted the girls, "These are my friends, the Moscovitz's! This is Mr. and Mrs. Moscovitz, they are muggles!" Mr. Weasley looked absolutely ecstatic at the fact there were muggles in his house. "Their son bought an enchanted camp-ooter part over the intra-nert and I got called in. They all seemed very fascinated with the whole things, so we got talking and I invited them to live like witches and wizards for a few weeks." Arthur continued to beam.
Mr. Moscovitz gazed around the room as he spoke, "yes, this is all fascinating! Oh," he exclaimed as his gaze fell upon his children, "this is my son Michael," he pointed to a very handsome boy, "and my daughter Lily," he pointed to a girl a little on the pudgy side.
"Hi, I'm Hermione, and this is my friend Mia," the four of them shook hands.
"Well, kids, if you will all make your way to the garden and set up the tables, we will be having dinner soon," Mrs. Weasley smiled at them all. Fred and George rushed ahead of the others. As Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mia, Michael, and Lily made their ways out to the garden they saw the two tables the Weasley's used for large dinners flying high above the ground. It was a new tradition for Fred and George at family dinners to battle with the tables. Whichever boy with the table who lost its leg first, had to do double setting and the winner didn't have to do any work. Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Mia all looked very comfortable with what was going on, but Lily and Michael were utterly surprised and mystified.
"Come on George! Give him a good walloping!" Ron yelled from the sidelines.
"Hit him again Fred! OH! An inch lower and you would have had him!" Harry commented and laughed as the boys continued their fight.
This went on for some time, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Mia cheering the boys on with Michael and Lily not knowing what to say. Just as the tables looked like they couldn't take much more Mrs. Weasley came bursting through the front door.
"You two! Dinner is almost ready, and the tables are not! You all had better get on it!"
The tables slowly made their ways to the ground.
"It's a draw, we both have to set the tables," Fred said grumpily. So with that, the nine kids started getting the tables ready for the feast that was to come.
Mrs. Weasley started to bring the food out just as the table was set to perfection. The dinner went well. Fred and George whispered constantly and words like canary creams, lizard gizzard, and galeons could be overheard. Michael, Harry, and Ron all chatted and Hermione, Lily, Mia, and Ginny talked.
Mia smiled to herself as she saw Ron take Hermione's hand and lead her away from the group. Mia started to think, all through the meal, whenever she would look up she would catch Michael looking at her. Butterflies rose in her stomach as she thought about him. She looked up to see what everyone else was doing. Ron and Hermione were still missing, and Michael made his way towards Mia. The butterflies fluttered faster and faster inside of her. She looked back down to what she was doing.
"Do you want to go for a walk later?"
Mia turned to him and was greeted by his beautiful gaze. The smell of soap and cologne floated through the air. She lost her voice when she looked at him. Suddenly, her memory flooded back to her. Her mother, Mr. Gianini, the baby, Michael, Lily, the Drs. Moscovitz, and her sitting in the living room of the loft before she was somehow transported to this world. Tears rushed to her eyes. Mia dropped the plates she had in her hand with a loud crash and she ran towards the small woods that the boys usually practiced Quidditch in.
"Mia!!!" she heard the shouts behind her.
"Wait! Mia! What did I say!" Mia could hear Michael running behind her.
As she made her way into the woods branches tore at her and she tripped over the uneven ground. Her tears streamed down her face. The trees began to thin and she could hear Michael very close behind her. Why was she running from him? Michael was her one true love. But, was he her true live here, in this reality? She felt Michael's hand on her shoulder as he spun her around to look into his deep gaze again.
Sorry about the many delays all, but exams are comin up, and i dont have much time for this writing thing. But, today being a no bus day, i'm not at school... so back for your reading pleasure... Miss Mia at Hogwarts
The next morning was full of preparations. The girls secured some floo powder, and packed the last of their things. Ron had written them back saying the girls could make their ways over any time that afternoon. Hermione and Mia giggled and chatted the entire morning. They were so excited to see Ron and Harry again they wanted to leave as soon as they woke up.
"Alright, bye mum, bye dad!" Hermione said, hugging her mother, then her father.
"Thank you so much for everything Mr. and Mrs. Granger!" Mrs. Granger pulled Mia into a motherly hug.
"Don't be a stranger Mia, feel free to come back next year, or during Christmas!"
"I'll be back, don't you worry!" Mia smiled at Mrs. Granger and she followed Hermione to the fireplace.
Each of the girls took a handful of the powder.
"The Burrow." Hermione said clearly as she threw the powder and stepped into the wispy flames. She disappeared in a whirl of colour.
Mia followed her example and made her way into the spinning fire.
Mia spun and spun. She pulled her elbows in tight to her body, her eyes shut tight. Mia could feel the spinning slowing, and she opened her eyes. She saw the beautiful brightness of the Burrow in front of her as she stepped out of the flames.
Mia was immediately greeted by the Weasley family.
"Good to see you again Mia!" Mrs. Wealey immediately pulled her from the fire and into her second motherly hug of the afternoon.
"Hey Mia!" Harry smiled at her.
"How're you?" Ron asked as he pulled Mia's trunk away from the fireplace.
"Alright thank you," she smiled at him.
"Well, lets get your things to Percy's room - I mean the spare room," a look of sadness passed across Mrs. Weasley's face. Everyone in the room went silent, and glared nervously around the room.
"Hermione, I'll carry your things!" Ron lunged to Hermione's trunk, and Crookshanks's carrying cage with Harry not far behind. Fred and George grabbed Mia's things and they all made their ways up the make-shift stairs.
"Your father's friends will be here soon! Everyone get cleaned up!" they all heard Mrs. Weasley shout up the stairs behind them.
The two girls got "cleaned up" and made their way back down to the living room. There were four new faces in the crowd of Weasleys.
"Ah, girls!" Arthur spotted the girls, "These are my friends, the Moscovitz's! This is Mr. and Mrs. Moscovitz, they are muggles!" Mr. Weasley looked absolutely ecstatic at the fact there were muggles in his house. "Their son bought an enchanted camp-ooter part over the intra-nert and I got called in. They all seemed very fascinated with the whole things, so we got talking and I invited them to live like witches and wizards for a few weeks." Arthur continued to beam.
Mr. Moscovitz gazed around the room as he spoke, "yes, this is all fascinating! Oh," he exclaimed as his gaze fell upon his children, "this is my son Michael," he pointed to a very handsome boy, "and my daughter Lily," he pointed to a girl a little on the pudgy side.
"Hi, I'm Hermione, and this is my friend Mia," the four of them shook hands.
"Well, kids, if you will all make your way to the garden and set up the tables, we will be having dinner soon," Mrs. Weasley smiled at them all. Fred and George rushed ahead of the others. As Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mia, Michael, and Lily made their ways out to the garden they saw the two tables the Weasley's used for large dinners flying high above the ground. It was a new tradition for Fred and George at family dinners to battle with the tables. Whichever boy with the table who lost its leg first, had to do double setting and the winner didn't have to do any work. Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Mia all looked very comfortable with what was going on, but Lily and Michael were utterly surprised and mystified.
"Come on George! Give him a good walloping!" Ron yelled from the sidelines.
"Hit him again Fred! OH! An inch lower and you would have had him!" Harry commented and laughed as the boys continued their fight.
This went on for some time, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Mia cheering the boys on with Michael and Lily not knowing what to say. Just as the tables looked like they couldn't take much more Mrs. Weasley came bursting through the front door.
"You two! Dinner is almost ready, and the tables are not! You all had better get on it!"
The tables slowly made their ways to the ground.
"It's a draw, we both have to set the tables," Fred said grumpily. So with that, the nine kids started getting the tables ready for the feast that was to come.
Mrs. Weasley started to bring the food out just as the table was set to perfection. The dinner went well. Fred and George whispered constantly and words like canary creams, lizard gizzard, and galeons could be overheard. Michael, Harry, and Ron all chatted and Hermione, Lily, Mia, and Ginny talked.
Mia smiled to herself as she saw Ron take Hermione's hand and lead her away from the group. Mia started to think, all through the meal, whenever she would look up she would catch Michael looking at her. Butterflies rose in her stomach as she thought about him. She looked up to see what everyone else was doing. Ron and Hermione were still missing, and Michael made his way towards Mia. The butterflies fluttered faster and faster inside of her. She looked back down to what she was doing.
"Do you want to go for a walk later?"
Mia turned to him and was greeted by his beautiful gaze. The smell of soap and cologne floated through the air. She lost her voice when she looked at him. Suddenly, her memory flooded back to her. Her mother, Mr. Gianini, the baby, Michael, Lily, the Drs. Moscovitz, and her sitting in the living room of the loft before she was somehow transported to this world. Tears rushed to her eyes. Mia dropped the plates she had in her hand with a loud crash and she ran towards the small woods that the boys usually practiced Quidditch in.
"Mia!!!" she heard the shouts behind her.
"Wait! Mia! What did I say!" Mia could hear Michael running behind her.
As she made her way into the woods branches tore at her and she tripped over the uneven ground. Her tears streamed down her face. The trees began to thin and she could hear Michael very close behind her. Why was she running from him? Michael was her one true love. But, was he her true live here, in this reality? She felt Michael's hand on her shoulder as he spun her around to look into his deep gaze again.