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Chapter One—Feelings, Plans, and Floo Powder
The thunder rolled and the lightning crashed as the rain beat down on the roof. Hermione sat reading a book by candlelight in her bedroom, a small, yet cozy, room located on the left side of her parents house. Her parents were away for the weekend, caring for her mother's father in Northern London, which left Hermione to finish the romance novel that she had been reading for the past three days. The summary on the back of the book said that it was about a boy and girl who had been best friends in school but drifted apart after they graduated, only to find each other years later. The story rather reminded her of her best friend, Harry.
Her class had just finished their seventh year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry just over four months ago, and Hermione hadn't heard from Harry since. As she thought of him, she looked up from her book. Maybe she should write to him to see if he is okay...
Tap, tap, tap. Hermione shot her glance quickly to her bedroom window, and outside, Harry's owl, Hedwig, was tapping on her window, a letter tied to her leg. She hurried over to the window and threw it open, allowing the snowy white owl inside. She relieved Hedwig of her burden, and the owl nipped her finger as a sign of affection before gliding off through the window. Hermione opened the scroll and read the untidy scrawl:
Hermione,
Hello! It has been a long time since we have talked or seen each other. I'm sorry that I haven't written to you since we left school. It's not that I have been occupied with other things... it's just that I have been trying to think of the things to say when and if I saw you again and the words to write when I finally got the courage to write you a letter. At last, I am going to get my feelings out in the open, like I should have done two years ago.
Hermione, I can't think of the words to describe just how much I care for you. I love you with all of my heart and soul. I just thought that I should let you know that. If you feel the same way, please respond quickly.
With lots of love,
Harry
Wow. That was the only thing that was going through Hermione's head. Finally, she realized what she had just read after minutes of starring at the letter, and she sat down weakly. She was shocked. Not only had Harry finally written to her, but he had at last confessed his feelings to her. She read the last line of the letter again: If you feel the same way, please respond quickly. She did feel the same, and she had ever since the first time she laid eyes on him. After rummaging around in the trunk at the foot of her bed, she finally pulled a roll of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of scarlet red ink out, and she began to write:
Harry,
It is so nice to hear from you. You have no idea how much I missed talking to you. About your letter, you told me to respond quickly if I felt the same... I do, Harry. I love you very much, and I have since that first time that I talked to you on the train. I hope to hear from you again soon.
With love,
Hermione
Hermione looked over the letter several times before she finally crumbled it up and threw it away. She couldn't believe how stupid she made herself sound. Finally, she got an idea! Ron had given her a small bag of Floo Powder before they had left school, and there was enough in the small pouch for two people. She opened up her desk drawer and pulled out a tiny drawstring bag and put half of the Floo Powder into it. Once she had pulled the bag closed, she dipped her quill in the ink and wrote:
Harry,
Meet me at the ice cream parlor at Diagon Alley tomorrow at around one in the afternoon. I'll be waiting for you there.
With love,
Hermione
Glancing over the letter a few times, she rolled it up, and walked across the room to her owl, a gift from her parents after school had ended. She tied both the scroll and the pouch to the owl's outstretched leg and sent him off. Hermione stood at the window and watched the owl fly until he was nothing but a speck in the distance. Finally, she dressed for bed, and got between the sheets in her full-size bed. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, she thought to herself as she blew out the flickering flame of her candle. She fell asleep just as the rain outside began to subside.
Chapter One—Feelings, Plans, and Floo Powder
The thunder rolled and the lightning crashed as the rain beat down on the roof. Hermione sat reading a book by candlelight in her bedroom, a small, yet cozy, room located on the left side of her parents house. Her parents were away for the weekend, caring for her mother's father in Northern London, which left Hermione to finish the romance novel that she had been reading for the past three days. The summary on the back of the book said that it was about a boy and girl who had been best friends in school but drifted apart after they graduated, only to find each other years later. The story rather reminded her of her best friend, Harry.
Her class had just finished their seventh year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry just over four months ago, and Hermione hadn't heard from Harry since. As she thought of him, she looked up from her book. Maybe she should write to him to see if he is okay...
Tap, tap, tap. Hermione shot her glance quickly to her bedroom window, and outside, Harry's owl, Hedwig, was tapping on her window, a letter tied to her leg. She hurried over to the window and threw it open, allowing the snowy white owl inside. She relieved Hedwig of her burden, and the owl nipped her finger as a sign of affection before gliding off through the window. Hermione opened the scroll and read the untidy scrawl:
Hermione,
Hello! It has been a long time since we have talked or seen each other. I'm sorry that I haven't written to you since we left school. It's not that I have been occupied with other things... it's just that I have been trying to think of the things to say when and if I saw you again and the words to write when I finally got the courage to write you a letter. At last, I am going to get my feelings out in the open, like I should have done two years ago.
Hermione, I can't think of the words to describe just how much I care for you. I love you with all of my heart and soul. I just thought that I should let you know that. If you feel the same way, please respond quickly.
With lots of love,
Harry
Wow. That was the only thing that was going through Hermione's head. Finally, she realized what she had just read after minutes of starring at the letter, and she sat down weakly. She was shocked. Not only had Harry finally written to her, but he had at last confessed his feelings to her. She read the last line of the letter again: If you feel the same way, please respond quickly. She did feel the same, and she had ever since the first time she laid eyes on him. After rummaging around in the trunk at the foot of her bed, she finally pulled a roll of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of scarlet red ink out, and she began to write:
Harry,
It is so nice to hear from you. You have no idea how much I missed talking to you. About your letter, you told me to respond quickly if I felt the same... I do, Harry. I love you very much, and I have since that first time that I talked to you on the train. I hope to hear from you again soon.
With love,
Hermione
Hermione looked over the letter several times before she finally crumbled it up and threw it away. She couldn't believe how stupid she made herself sound. Finally, she got an idea! Ron had given her a small bag of Floo Powder before they had left school, and there was enough in the small pouch for two people. She opened up her desk drawer and pulled out a tiny drawstring bag and put half of the Floo Powder into it. Once she had pulled the bag closed, she dipped her quill in the ink and wrote:
Harry,
Meet me at the ice cream parlor at Diagon Alley tomorrow at around one in the afternoon. I'll be waiting for you there.
With love,
Hermione
Glancing over the letter a few times, she rolled it up, and walked across the room to her owl, a gift from her parents after school had ended. She tied both the scroll and the pouch to the owl's outstretched leg and sent him off. Hermione stood at the window and watched the owl fly until he was nothing but a speck in the distance. Finally, she dressed for bed, and got between the sheets in her full-size bed. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, she thought to herself as she blew out the flickering flame of her candle. She fell asleep just as the rain outside began to subside.