a/n: Back again...that was my favorite chapter so far...Harry
brings on the cuteness...AWW! I love that boy, wish he was
mine. Anyway, just read up, folk! It's a good one!!
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Chapter 3: Stranger at the Door
"Harry," called a distant voice. "Harry, wake up, dinner's ready."
Harry opened his eyes to see a blurry figure standing in front of him. Someone had taken his glasses off and laid them on the table.
"Here's your glasses, Harry," he heard the girl say. Harry took the glasses and looked up to see Hermione standing over him.
"Oh, it's you..." Harry said meekly.
"Well, who else would it be, Harry?" She asked smiling slightly. "C'mon, mum and dad are home, and they have dinner ready." She turned on her heel and left the room.
Harry stretched and yawned before realizing that he wasn't at the Dursley's anymore. He had fallen asleep thinking that he was still at number four Privet Drive, and when he saw Hermione, he was a little startled. Harry stood up, wrinkled shirt and all, and made his way down the steps into the living room and through to the dining room where he saw Mr. and Mrs. Granger sitting.
"Harry! How wonderful to see you," Mrs. Granger said standing up and walking over to greet Harry. She gave him a hug, and ruffled his hair. "Please, don't be shy, come and sit down, we have plenty to eat."
"Ah, Harry," came the deep voice of Mr. Granger, "welcome to our home." He said shaking Harry's hand, and pulling a seat out for him. "You can sit in Nicole's place since she is not with us today."
Harry gave Hermione a confused look, and took his place across from her. Hermione shook her head quickly as if not to worry about it, and then folded her hands.
"We always give thanks before we eat," she said. "Thank you for this food, for this day, and for these wonderful people gathered at this table. Amen."
"Yes, well, now we can eat," Mr. Granger, said enthused digging into the mashed potatoes. Hermione shot her father an annoyed look.
"Harry, go on, help yourself." Mrs. Granger said. "No need to hold back, we know how you boys eat at this age." She said smiling.
Harry took his fork and helped himself to potatoes, chicken, beans, and coleslaw. He began eating ravenously, as if he hadn't eaten in months. He was never fed well at the Dursley's...the best meal he had eaten there was having a whole bowl of salad with a few strips of chicken and a half of a cob of corn.
"This is delicious," Harry said with a mouthful of beans. "It was really kind of you to invite me to stay for the summer, I mean, I don't get invitations often." Harry said wiping his mouth with his napkin.
"Oh, Harry, we're always glad to have you, aren't we, Allen?" She asked taking a sip of wine from her glass.
"Of course, Harry, you're always invited to stay, if you ever need anything, you know where we live." Mr. Granger said smiling and helping himself to another helping of potatoes.
"Harry, so, what do you plan on doing after school's out?" Mrs. Granger asked curiously. "Are you going to try and work for the ministry? Or perhaps, you will do some sort of muggle work?"
"Yes? I'm quite interested, Harry," Mr. Granger filled in. "See, Hermione, here, would like to become a teacher if she could, at Hogwarts. Or, her other options would to become a dentist like her mother and I."
"Oh, that sounds like loads of fun," Harry said staring down at his plate. "I, um, I...I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't really have anywhere to go when I'm done."
"Well, maybe you could stay at the old Grimmauld Place; I don't think it's occupied. After your godfather-"Mr. Granger was saying until Mrs. Granger interrupted.
"Allen! Please, must we speak of such things at dinner?"
"Joyce, I'm only trying to help the boy figure this out!" Mr. Granger said going slightly pink in the face. Harry stood up from his chair.
"Um, excuse me, thank you so much for dinner, but I...my stomach is acting up...I think I ate too fast, excuse me..." Harry said, and ran up the steps. "May I be excused, mum?" Hermione asked wiping her mouth with her napkin.
"Yes, dear," Mrs. Granger said softly and slid her hand across Hermione's cheek.
Hermione pushed her chair back and ran upstairs. Walking down the hallway, she heard Harry crying. She pushed open her bedroom door to see him sprawled all over her pillows, hugging them and crying into them.
"Shut the door, please," he said sobbing. "I don't want them to hear me."
"Harry," Hermione said sitting down next to him, "there's nothing you can do. You're going to have to face it sometime. He's gone-"
"I KNOW HE'S GONE!" Harry yelled and slamming his fist on her bed. He sat up and wiped his tears away, looking at her. "It's just not fair, he tried to be all brave, he tried to save me, and he got himself killed! He was the only family I had!" Harry said with more tears sliding down his cheeks, but he just let these ones fall. Hermione put a hand on Harry's hand.
"Harry, do you remember that time down in the dungeons in first year? After Ron fell off his horse when we were playing chess on our way to find the stone?" Harry nodded. "Remember, you were the one that had to go on. You were the brave one; you've always been the brave and courageous one. You have to live up to that standard, Harry. Don't let this get to you. You're the one that taught me and Ron to live up to what we believe in, and what we believe in is love. Harry, we love you...Ron, my family, his family, and me, of course. We all love you, you are our family, too!" She said squeezing his hand lightly. Harry nodded again.
"I just wish I could have him back, just like my mum and dad. No one understands..."
"I'm trying to, as best I can, Harry," Hermione said.
"Could you do me a favor?" Harry asked.
"Sure, what's that?" Hermione asked.
"Can I have a hug?" He asked sweetly.
"Of course, Harry." She said, leaned in and gave him a hug. She held on for quite some time, and then let go.
"Thanks, do you mind if I sleep in here, tonight? I really don't want to be alone." Harry asked.
"That's fine, you can sleep in my bed if you want to."
"No, I'll sleep on the floor, really, it's alright."
"Alright, well, I have to go clear the table, I'll be back up in a few minutes. You can pick a movie to watch, if you want to watch a movie." She said smiling.
"That'd be great," Harry, said smiling weakly as Hermione started for the door. "Hermione, you're the greatest friend anyone could ever have."
"Thanks, same to you. I'll see you in a few."
"No, I'll come help you, I kind of ran out rudely from dinner. I should probably apologize," Harry said looking down at his lap.
"That's fine, Harry, I think they'll understand." Hermione said. "But, if you really want to come and help me, that's fine, too."
Harry and Hermione made their way down the stairs when all of a sudden there was a knock at the door. Harry had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and Hermione looked confused.
"I wonder who that could be," Hermione said aloud. "Mum? Dad? Are either of you expecting someone?"
"No, I'm not...Allen?"
"What? Why do you always blame me, Joy? No, I'm not expecting anyone," he said, lifting his eyes from the paper he was reading only a brief moment to eye his wife.
"Hermione, don't open the door," Harry warned. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"Harry, what could be so bad, the worst thing that could happen would be to have a really annoying salesman."
"No, my scar's starting to burn, let's go upstairs, c'mon." Harry said grabbing her hand and running up the steps.
"Harry! Don't be ridiculous!" Hermione said trying to free herself from his grasp.
"Hermione! Listen to me! When my scar hurts, it's not just a funny feeling I get, it means danger is near. Now, let's go, quick! You're parents can get the door."
"Harry, let's stay at the top of the steps so we can see who it is." She said impatiently.
"Fine, but if it's anyone we don't know, get to the bedroom, fast."
"Why?"
"It could be Voldemort in disguise! Honestly, use your head, Hermione. You're the bright one here."
They both watched as Mr. Granger went to open the door. Harry was shaking and sweat beads were forming at the back of his neck, and Hermione grabbed Harry's hand, obviously a little nervous.
"You don't think it could actually be, you-know-who, do you?" She whispered.
"Hermione, it could be anyone," Harry whispered back in a shaky voice.
Mr. Granger turned the knob on the door, and to both Harry and Hermione's surprise, it was none other than Lucius Malfoy with his son, Draco.
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a/n: What did I tell you? Ooo...now I bet you can't wait to read the next chapter in which the Malfoys get a little too involved, but it's kinda hot if you got a thing for 'bad boyz'! Read and Review! Luv ya!!
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Chapter 3: Stranger at the Door
"Harry," called a distant voice. "Harry, wake up, dinner's ready."
Harry opened his eyes to see a blurry figure standing in front of him. Someone had taken his glasses off and laid them on the table.
"Here's your glasses, Harry," he heard the girl say. Harry took the glasses and looked up to see Hermione standing over him.
"Oh, it's you..." Harry said meekly.
"Well, who else would it be, Harry?" She asked smiling slightly. "C'mon, mum and dad are home, and they have dinner ready." She turned on her heel and left the room.
Harry stretched and yawned before realizing that he wasn't at the Dursley's anymore. He had fallen asleep thinking that he was still at number four Privet Drive, and when he saw Hermione, he was a little startled. Harry stood up, wrinkled shirt and all, and made his way down the steps into the living room and through to the dining room where he saw Mr. and Mrs. Granger sitting.
"Harry! How wonderful to see you," Mrs. Granger said standing up and walking over to greet Harry. She gave him a hug, and ruffled his hair. "Please, don't be shy, come and sit down, we have plenty to eat."
"Ah, Harry," came the deep voice of Mr. Granger, "welcome to our home." He said shaking Harry's hand, and pulling a seat out for him. "You can sit in Nicole's place since she is not with us today."
Harry gave Hermione a confused look, and took his place across from her. Hermione shook her head quickly as if not to worry about it, and then folded her hands.
"We always give thanks before we eat," she said. "Thank you for this food, for this day, and for these wonderful people gathered at this table. Amen."
"Yes, well, now we can eat," Mr. Granger, said enthused digging into the mashed potatoes. Hermione shot her father an annoyed look.
"Harry, go on, help yourself." Mrs. Granger said. "No need to hold back, we know how you boys eat at this age." She said smiling.
Harry took his fork and helped himself to potatoes, chicken, beans, and coleslaw. He began eating ravenously, as if he hadn't eaten in months. He was never fed well at the Dursley's...the best meal he had eaten there was having a whole bowl of salad with a few strips of chicken and a half of a cob of corn.
"This is delicious," Harry said with a mouthful of beans. "It was really kind of you to invite me to stay for the summer, I mean, I don't get invitations often." Harry said wiping his mouth with his napkin.
"Oh, Harry, we're always glad to have you, aren't we, Allen?" She asked taking a sip of wine from her glass.
"Of course, Harry, you're always invited to stay, if you ever need anything, you know where we live." Mr. Granger said smiling and helping himself to another helping of potatoes.
"Harry, so, what do you plan on doing after school's out?" Mrs. Granger asked curiously. "Are you going to try and work for the ministry? Or perhaps, you will do some sort of muggle work?"
"Yes? I'm quite interested, Harry," Mr. Granger filled in. "See, Hermione, here, would like to become a teacher if she could, at Hogwarts. Or, her other options would to become a dentist like her mother and I."
"Oh, that sounds like loads of fun," Harry said staring down at his plate. "I, um, I...I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't really have anywhere to go when I'm done."
"Well, maybe you could stay at the old Grimmauld Place; I don't think it's occupied. After your godfather-"Mr. Granger was saying until Mrs. Granger interrupted.
"Allen! Please, must we speak of such things at dinner?"
"Joyce, I'm only trying to help the boy figure this out!" Mr. Granger said going slightly pink in the face. Harry stood up from his chair.
"Um, excuse me, thank you so much for dinner, but I...my stomach is acting up...I think I ate too fast, excuse me..." Harry said, and ran up the steps. "May I be excused, mum?" Hermione asked wiping her mouth with her napkin.
"Yes, dear," Mrs. Granger said softly and slid her hand across Hermione's cheek.
Hermione pushed her chair back and ran upstairs. Walking down the hallway, she heard Harry crying. She pushed open her bedroom door to see him sprawled all over her pillows, hugging them and crying into them.
"Shut the door, please," he said sobbing. "I don't want them to hear me."
"Harry," Hermione said sitting down next to him, "there's nothing you can do. You're going to have to face it sometime. He's gone-"
"I KNOW HE'S GONE!" Harry yelled and slamming his fist on her bed. He sat up and wiped his tears away, looking at her. "It's just not fair, he tried to be all brave, he tried to save me, and he got himself killed! He was the only family I had!" Harry said with more tears sliding down his cheeks, but he just let these ones fall. Hermione put a hand on Harry's hand.
"Harry, do you remember that time down in the dungeons in first year? After Ron fell off his horse when we were playing chess on our way to find the stone?" Harry nodded. "Remember, you were the one that had to go on. You were the brave one; you've always been the brave and courageous one. You have to live up to that standard, Harry. Don't let this get to you. You're the one that taught me and Ron to live up to what we believe in, and what we believe in is love. Harry, we love you...Ron, my family, his family, and me, of course. We all love you, you are our family, too!" She said squeezing his hand lightly. Harry nodded again.
"I just wish I could have him back, just like my mum and dad. No one understands..."
"I'm trying to, as best I can, Harry," Hermione said.
"Could you do me a favor?" Harry asked.
"Sure, what's that?" Hermione asked.
"Can I have a hug?" He asked sweetly.
"Of course, Harry." She said, leaned in and gave him a hug. She held on for quite some time, and then let go.
"Thanks, do you mind if I sleep in here, tonight? I really don't want to be alone." Harry asked.
"That's fine, you can sleep in my bed if you want to."
"No, I'll sleep on the floor, really, it's alright."
"Alright, well, I have to go clear the table, I'll be back up in a few minutes. You can pick a movie to watch, if you want to watch a movie." She said smiling.
"That'd be great," Harry, said smiling weakly as Hermione started for the door. "Hermione, you're the greatest friend anyone could ever have."
"Thanks, same to you. I'll see you in a few."
"No, I'll come help you, I kind of ran out rudely from dinner. I should probably apologize," Harry said looking down at his lap.
"That's fine, Harry, I think they'll understand." Hermione said. "But, if you really want to come and help me, that's fine, too."
Harry and Hermione made their way down the stairs when all of a sudden there was a knock at the door. Harry had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and Hermione looked confused.
"I wonder who that could be," Hermione said aloud. "Mum? Dad? Are either of you expecting someone?"
"No, I'm not...Allen?"
"What? Why do you always blame me, Joy? No, I'm not expecting anyone," he said, lifting his eyes from the paper he was reading only a brief moment to eye his wife.
"Hermione, don't open the door," Harry warned. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"Harry, what could be so bad, the worst thing that could happen would be to have a really annoying salesman."
"No, my scar's starting to burn, let's go upstairs, c'mon." Harry said grabbing her hand and running up the steps.
"Harry! Don't be ridiculous!" Hermione said trying to free herself from his grasp.
"Hermione! Listen to me! When my scar hurts, it's not just a funny feeling I get, it means danger is near. Now, let's go, quick! You're parents can get the door."
"Harry, let's stay at the top of the steps so we can see who it is." She said impatiently.
"Fine, but if it's anyone we don't know, get to the bedroom, fast."
"Why?"
"It could be Voldemort in disguise! Honestly, use your head, Hermione. You're the bright one here."
They both watched as Mr. Granger went to open the door. Harry was shaking and sweat beads were forming at the back of his neck, and Hermione grabbed Harry's hand, obviously a little nervous.
"You don't think it could actually be, you-know-who, do you?" She whispered.
"Hermione, it could be anyone," Harry whispered back in a shaky voice.
Mr. Granger turned the knob on the door, and to both Harry and Hermione's surprise, it was none other than Lucius Malfoy with his son, Draco.
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a/n: What did I tell you? Ooo...now I bet you can't wait to read the next chapter in which the Malfoys get a little too involved, but it's kinda hot if you got a thing for 'bad boyz'! Read and Review! Luv ya!!