Chapter Two Meet the Muggles
Hello, my name's Hermione Granger. I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have two friends there, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. I know everyone thinks we've got a 'thing' going on, but Ron and I are just friends. Really.
So, you must have muggle parents? I do too. Otherwise I don't think we'd have computers. This e-mail stuff is sort of weird - faster than an owl?! I'd like to see that!
My parents are dentists. They're both muggles. Pretty shocked when they found out I was a witch! When I was little, they taught me that witches were old ladies with pointed hats and green skin! Ha ha!
So anyway, Louise, how long have you been at the Wizard Connection Community?
Hermione Granger
Hermione looked up at her e-mail, double checked it, and sent it. About two minutes later, she had a response.
Hermione, Yah lol I've got muggle parentz 2. So do a lot of ppl. On WCC I've been there 2 yearz. Lol I better be off then :D
Louise
Hermione almost puked. That was the worst grammar she's seen in ages. If she turned in a piece of homework like that at Hogwarts, she would get an automatic F. But maybe it didn't work the same way at Beuxbatons, where Louise was?
Hermione laughed. This pen-pal thing was a bit more confusing than she thought. What did 'lol' and 'ppl' mean? It was easier to make friends with Harry and Ron then it will ever be on the online Wizard Connection Community, she thought.
She sighed, and looked at a photo of the three of them just two years ago when Harry had won the Triwizard Tournament. She hoped she'd get an invitation to Grimauld Place where she could see Ron.
"Hermione, dinner!" Her mum called her.
"So Hermione, any plans to see your friends before the term begins?" her Mum said as she passed around potato wedges. "Oh, not yet. I hope I get to go to Grimauld Place again soon though. I mean, it's really neat. Except for this portrait, it screams and won't be quiet!" Her parents grinned. "How's that house elf club going, that S.P.E.W?" Hermione blushed. "Actually, not too well... Apparently nobody cares about poor little elves- ah, hot!" Hermione had burned her tongue on some potato wedges. "Here's some water, dear." Her mom passed her a pitcher of water, and Hermione poured some into a cup. "Thanks Mum." Her Dad looked around, obviously bored, and glanced at Hermione. "What were you saying, dear?" Hermione thought for a second and then had a saddened look on her face. "There's this one elf, Kreacher, at Grimauld Place. He's so miserable! I feel a bit sorry for him..." Her Dad looked around, bored again. He made a silent, "huh."
Hermione went back to her room, only to find a small owl there.
Hey Hermione, Guess what! Harry's going to come to Grimmauld Place! And since Harry's coming we thought you'd like to come too. So, want to? If you do, just ask your parents permission and send the owl back. With your answer of course. How does Monday sound?
Hope you can come, Ron
Hermione yelled, "Yes!" She was going to see Ron and Harry again!