a/n: Ok, here's the next chapter, now don't go off thinking Harry's a
little player or anything...you'll see what I mean. Just sit back
and enjoy...!
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Chapter 2: A New Home
Harry saw the Granger home coming into view as he and Buckbeak flew lower to the ground. He saw Hermione standing in the front yard waving furiously. Buckbeak soared down toward the ground and landed smoothly on the Granger's front lawn.
"Oh, Harry! You made it!" Hermione said beaming. "Was the flight ok? I was hoping the letter got to you before Buckbeak did."
"Yeah, everything was great. I was shocked when Buckbeak came flying up behind me. How'd he know where to find me?" Harry asked curiously.
"I don't know, all I told him was that you lived in Surrey at number four Privet Drive and he knew just where you were. Remarkable animal, wouldn't you say?"
"Yeah, he's quite the hippogriff," Harry said smiling. "It's great to see you, Hermione. How've you been? I missed you. Have you spoken to Ron lately?" He asked, giving her a cuddly hug.
"Um, well, I'm fine," she said. "Oh, Harry, I've missed you, too! And, yes I've been keeping in contact with Ron by owl post: he's doing well also. He wanted me to write him as soon as you came," Hermione added. "You can take Buckbeak into the backyard. There's a post with a rope on it; just hook it to his harness."
"Alright, tell Ron I said 'hi' when you write him. Is there any chance that he can come over?" Harry asked.
"Um, I'm not sure. I'll ask him, but I think he said that he and Ginny are taking a trip together to Romania to visit Charlie. He's got kids now, a little boy and a girl."
"Oh, that'll be exciting! Oh yea, and tell Ginny I said 'hello' to her too; I know that'll make her happy." Harry said smiling.
"I will, now go and feed Bucky, he looks hungry," Hermione said in a commanding voice, scurrying away.
"Yes, master," Harry said rolling his eyes and smiling. He took Buckbeak out back, tied him to the post, and gave him some ferrets that Hermione got for him to feed on. He gave him some fresh water and then went to the front and knocked on the screen door.
"Uh, hello? May I come inside?" No one answered. "Hello?" Harry said a bit louder. Silence. So, Harry invited himself inside. He entered the pale beige living room, took his shoes off, and set them on the rug. He walked across the carpet and into the kitchen. The bright yellow walls reflecting from the sun cast a bright light on Harry. The wooden floors were nicely swept and the marble countertops were clearly dust-free. Harry walked along the hallway and into the dining room, which was empty.
'I wonder where her parents are,' Harry thought. He made a circle back to the living room and then turned to walk up the steps to find Hermione. When Harry reached the top of the steps, he called out, "Hermione?" From behind the closed door in front of him he heard her voice-
"I'm in the bathroom taking a shower, Harry. Just go in my bedroom and make yourself at home."
Harry had never been to Hermione's house, so he didn't exactly know which bedroom was hers. "Um, which one is it, Hermione?"
"Oh, right, it's the blue one, the last one on the left at the end of the hallway."
Harry made his way down the hallway, passing many different rooms. The first one he past was on his right. It was a dark mahogany room with a white leather couch and a television inside it.
The next room he past was on his left and it looked to Harry like a spare bedroom. There was a small nightstand next to the double bed with a blue and black plaid comforter. A large dresser was in the corner with a television next to it on a small table. The closet was open, but empty all except for the hangers inside.
Harry passed what looked like Hermione's parents bedroom, also on the left, which looked enormous. The bed was definitely a king-size that had a white, black, and beige square comforter all across it. The walls were a soft black color, and there were pictures in white frames of Hermione and another girl, whom Harry didn't recognize, all over their wall.
The next room he passed was on the right and was an olive color room that had a light green comforter on the bed with stuffed frogs all over it. There were dolls sitting on top of the white dressers and posters of all sorts on the walls, one of which stuck out for Harry. It said 'Gibson- Magical learning for those who seek magical knowledge.' 'I wonder whose room this is,' Harry thought curiously.
Finally, Harry reached the last bedroom in the hallway. It was Hermione's room and there was a sign on the door that said, 'Hermione's Room-Enter Only On Account Of Permission.' 'That sure sounds like something Hermione would have on her door,' Harry thought chuckling to himself quietly. He opened the door to a gigantic room with stunning blue walls and white furniture. Her bed also looked king-sized, but it had a pale blue comforter with white clouds all over it. Her white carpeting brightened the room, and her closet was full of many different outfits. 'How can one person have this many clothes?!' Harry thought to himself. There was a television on her dresser, a phone next to her bed, and a huge mirror hanging from a wall across from him. Hermione, he saw, even had her own bathroom. "And I didn't even have my own room," Harry said aloud. He walked over to the bathroom and peered inside. It was a bathroom like Harry had never seen before. The curtains were white with little white flowers embroidered on them, the floor was blue and white tiled, the tub had little jets coming out of it, and the toilet looked fit for royalty. There were two sinks; Harry supposed one for the morning, and one for the night. The shower was cylindrical in shape, in which the door slid either way, left or right. He looked inside it and saw that there was marble dispenser for soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and shower gels of all different kind. There were numerous types of water pressures, along with different streams of water choices. Harry was fascinated but his thoughts were immediately interrupted.
"Harry? What are you doing in my shower?" He heard Hermione say.
"What? Oh, sorry, I was just looking around." Harry said, blushing slightly. Hermione was wrapped in a white towel with her long, brown, wavy hair hanging loosely at her shoulders.
"I see, well, if you don't mind, I'd like to change into some clothes and fix my hair up."
"Uh, yeah, sure. You're house is amazing, 'Mione! I've never seen such a cool shower such as this one here. You never told me you were rich!" Harry said smiling. "Oh, stop it, Harry! We're not rich; my parents inherited this house from my grandparents. It was free, and there was no way my parents were about to turn it down...I mean, would you have?" She asked cocking an eyebrow.
"No," Harry muttered smiling. "Well, I'll leave you alone. I'm sure you don't want me in here while you change."
"Um, it'd be very awkward, Harry." Hermione said laughing. Harry laughed as well, and made his way back out to the bedroom. He noticed she had a nice CD player and grabbed the remote from off her bed and turned it on, then lay back on her bed. If Harry was staying here for the summer, it was way better than the Dursley's. No doubt about it! Not to mention he was with one of his best friends, and besides, anywhere was better than the Dursley's. Harry smiled to himself, then closed his eyes and began to dream of a distant place, far, far, away.
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a/n: Not much going on here...don't close those eyes to dream yet...we're only in the beginning. Please read/review!!
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Chapter 2: A New Home
Harry saw the Granger home coming into view as he and Buckbeak flew lower to the ground. He saw Hermione standing in the front yard waving furiously. Buckbeak soared down toward the ground and landed smoothly on the Granger's front lawn.
"Oh, Harry! You made it!" Hermione said beaming. "Was the flight ok? I was hoping the letter got to you before Buckbeak did."
"Yeah, everything was great. I was shocked when Buckbeak came flying up behind me. How'd he know where to find me?" Harry asked curiously.
"I don't know, all I told him was that you lived in Surrey at number four Privet Drive and he knew just where you were. Remarkable animal, wouldn't you say?"
"Yeah, he's quite the hippogriff," Harry said smiling. "It's great to see you, Hermione. How've you been? I missed you. Have you spoken to Ron lately?" He asked, giving her a cuddly hug.
"Um, well, I'm fine," she said. "Oh, Harry, I've missed you, too! And, yes I've been keeping in contact with Ron by owl post: he's doing well also. He wanted me to write him as soon as you came," Hermione added. "You can take Buckbeak into the backyard. There's a post with a rope on it; just hook it to his harness."
"Alright, tell Ron I said 'hi' when you write him. Is there any chance that he can come over?" Harry asked.
"Um, I'm not sure. I'll ask him, but I think he said that he and Ginny are taking a trip together to Romania to visit Charlie. He's got kids now, a little boy and a girl."
"Oh, that'll be exciting! Oh yea, and tell Ginny I said 'hello' to her too; I know that'll make her happy." Harry said smiling.
"I will, now go and feed Bucky, he looks hungry," Hermione said in a commanding voice, scurrying away.
"Yes, master," Harry said rolling his eyes and smiling. He took Buckbeak out back, tied him to the post, and gave him some ferrets that Hermione got for him to feed on. He gave him some fresh water and then went to the front and knocked on the screen door.
"Uh, hello? May I come inside?" No one answered. "Hello?" Harry said a bit louder. Silence. So, Harry invited himself inside. He entered the pale beige living room, took his shoes off, and set them on the rug. He walked across the carpet and into the kitchen. The bright yellow walls reflecting from the sun cast a bright light on Harry. The wooden floors were nicely swept and the marble countertops were clearly dust-free. Harry walked along the hallway and into the dining room, which was empty.
'I wonder where her parents are,' Harry thought. He made a circle back to the living room and then turned to walk up the steps to find Hermione. When Harry reached the top of the steps, he called out, "Hermione?" From behind the closed door in front of him he heard her voice-
"I'm in the bathroom taking a shower, Harry. Just go in my bedroom and make yourself at home."
Harry had never been to Hermione's house, so he didn't exactly know which bedroom was hers. "Um, which one is it, Hermione?"
"Oh, right, it's the blue one, the last one on the left at the end of the hallway."
Harry made his way down the hallway, passing many different rooms. The first one he past was on his right. It was a dark mahogany room with a white leather couch and a television inside it.
The next room he past was on his left and it looked to Harry like a spare bedroom. There was a small nightstand next to the double bed with a blue and black plaid comforter. A large dresser was in the corner with a television next to it on a small table. The closet was open, but empty all except for the hangers inside.
Harry passed what looked like Hermione's parents bedroom, also on the left, which looked enormous. The bed was definitely a king-size that had a white, black, and beige square comforter all across it. The walls were a soft black color, and there were pictures in white frames of Hermione and another girl, whom Harry didn't recognize, all over their wall.
The next room he passed was on the right and was an olive color room that had a light green comforter on the bed with stuffed frogs all over it. There were dolls sitting on top of the white dressers and posters of all sorts on the walls, one of which stuck out for Harry. It said 'Gibson- Magical learning for those who seek magical knowledge.' 'I wonder whose room this is,' Harry thought curiously.
Finally, Harry reached the last bedroom in the hallway. It was Hermione's room and there was a sign on the door that said, 'Hermione's Room-Enter Only On Account Of Permission.' 'That sure sounds like something Hermione would have on her door,' Harry thought chuckling to himself quietly. He opened the door to a gigantic room with stunning blue walls and white furniture. Her bed also looked king-sized, but it had a pale blue comforter with white clouds all over it. Her white carpeting brightened the room, and her closet was full of many different outfits. 'How can one person have this many clothes?!' Harry thought to himself. There was a television on her dresser, a phone next to her bed, and a huge mirror hanging from a wall across from him. Hermione, he saw, even had her own bathroom. "And I didn't even have my own room," Harry said aloud. He walked over to the bathroom and peered inside. It was a bathroom like Harry had never seen before. The curtains were white with little white flowers embroidered on them, the floor was blue and white tiled, the tub had little jets coming out of it, and the toilet looked fit for royalty. There were two sinks; Harry supposed one for the morning, and one for the night. The shower was cylindrical in shape, in which the door slid either way, left or right. He looked inside it and saw that there was marble dispenser for soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and shower gels of all different kind. There were numerous types of water pressures, along with different streams of water choices. Harry was fascinated but his thoughts were immediately interrupted.
"Harry? What are you doing in my shower?" He heard Hermione say.
"What? Oh, sorry, I was just looking around." Harry said, blushing slightly. Hermione was wrapped in a white towel with her long, brown, wavy hair hanging loosely at her shoulders.
"I see, well, if you don't mind, I'd like to change into some clothes and fix my hair up."
"Uh, yeah, sure. You're house is amazing, 'Mione! I've never seen such a cool shower such as this one here. You never told me you were rich!" Harry said smiling. "Oh, stop it, Harry! We're not rich; my parents inherited this house from my grandparents. It was free, and there was no way my parents were about to turn it down...I mean, would you have?" She asked cocking an eyebrow.
"No," Harry muttered smiling. "Well, I'll leave you alone. I'm sure you don't want me in here while you change."
"Um, it'd be very awkward, Harry." Hermione said laughing. Harry laughed as well, and made his way back out to the bedroom. He noticed she had a nice CD player and grabbed the remote from off her bed and turned it on, then lay back on her bed. If Harry was staying here for the summer, it was way better than the Dursley's. No doubt about it! Not to mention he was with one of his best friends, and besides, anywhere was better than the Dursley's. Harry smiled to himself, then closed his eyes and began to dream of a distant place, far, far, away.
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a/n: Not much going on here...don't close those eyes to dream yet...we're only in the beginning. Please read/review!!