Merry Christmas
Chapter 2
By: Samantha Essig
DISCLAIMER- I had a dream last night that I was J.K. Rowling! I had created the most amazing series of stories in the whole world. I had adoring fans! I was rich and had everything I wanted! There was even this crazy 15 year old girl in Albany Oregon who was 100% obsessed with my creation. It was great! But then I woke up, realized that I was that girl, looked around thoughtfully at all my posters, and cried. I hate not being J.K.!
A/N– I'm so sorry to those of you who enjoyed chapter 1 and actually wanted to read another chapter. My family and I went to Yellowstone National Park for a week and I had no computer access! Nooo!!! But I did get tons of writing done with my FF stories! Yeah! Please read and review! I will love you forever!!! Thanks! Oh!! And I am really going out on a limb here so give me a break!! :)
It was nearly ten o' clock when Harry, Ron, and the Granger's arrived home that evening.
"Hermione, would you please show Harry and Ron where they will be sleeping?" Mrs. Granger asked.
Hermione nodded and motioned for them to follow her. They made to grab for their trunks but Mr. Granger waved them on. They thanked him and followed Hermione up the staircase.
Once upstairs, Hermione began to show her friends around.
"Alright, this is the bathroom," she said, pushing open a door to reveal a brightly painted yellow room, "And this is my room."
They stepped inside and Hermione flipped on the light. The room fit Hermione well. The walls were painted a pale pink and an elegant looking mirror hung on the wall beside the bed that was covered in a fluffy, white, feather comforter with matching pillows. A bedside table stood to the right revealing a lamp and a telephone. There was a window with a pale pink window seat and the same matching pillows that were on her bed. Along another wall was a huge bookshelf and desk. The bookshelf held tons of books, both magic and Muggle. The desk help a small stack of CD's, boom box, and another lamp. Lastly was a long shelf that spanned the whole width of her room. On top were a whole lot of photographs.
Harry moved closer and quickly noticed that some of the photographs were moving and some were not. The moving ones smiled widely up at him from behind the shiny glass and Harry recognized them mainly as himself, Hermione and Ron as well as some of their other classmates doing a number of different things over the past six years. There was one from the Quidditch World Cup, one from their camping trip with the Weasley's last summer, and even the one that Ron had taken of himself and Hermione last Christmas Eve, the night he had asked her to be his girlfriend.
The Muggle photos were of old friends, family pets, her parents, and one of a young Hermione holding a small baby.
"Hermione, who is this? That your holding?"
Hermione moved closer to get a better look of what Harry was talking about, "Oh, thats Emilie." she said softly then turned away and sat down on her fluffy bed.
Ron and Harry exchanged glances, wondering what was wrong.
Harry sat down beside Hermione and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders, "Who's Emilie?" he asked gently.
Hermione sighed deeply and began to speak, "Emilie is- was my little sister but she died. The year before I started at Hogwarts."
"Hermione, you never told us you had any siblings. I always thought you were an only child." said Ron
"Thats because I never told anyone about her. After she died, I became really depressed, but I didn't want anyone sympathy so I kept her a secret. I have regretted doing that everyday but you guys have got to understand that I didn't lie to you. I just couldn't tell you the truth the truth then because I know thats what you would think."
Harry looked into her eyes. Tears were forming in them and he knew that this was hard for her to talk about, but a question has arisen within him and he couldn't stop himself from asking it.
"Hermione, how did Emilie die?" he asked.
"She has Leukemia. She just kept getting sick and weak and we kept taking her to the doctor but they would just say that she simply had the flu and all she needed was rest. Yeah right. Anyway, when she didn't get better, we took her back. They ran some tests and ended up finding the cancer...too late though. It was already to far along and there was nothing that anyone could do about it."
Tears were streaming down her face now and Harry hugged her tightly. She buried her face in his chest and began to cry harder.
Hermione awoke early the next morning from a fitful sleep. She heard movement from down in the kitchen and smelled her mother's famous chocolate chip pancakes.
Hermione sat up and felt an ache in her head that had come from the many thoughts and dreams that had floated through her head during the night.
Groggy and in pain she got up, put her bathrobe on, and walked into the bathroom. Her hair was falling out of the ponytail she had put it in the last night. She pulled it out, ran a brush through her hair and put it back up again before heading down the stairs.
In the kitchen, Hermione's mother was busy bustling around, making a huge, magnificent breakfast. Her father was sitting at the table, reading the morning paper and sipping coffee. Ron and Harry were no place in sight
"Good morning." mumbled Hermione
Both of her parents looked up at her.
"Good morning, dear." they said in unison.
"How did you sleep?" asked her father pulling out a chair at the table beside him.
Hermione sat down and put her head in her hands, "Horrible." she said
"Hermione looked up. Both her parents were looking at her with worry in their eyes.
"Oh, oh no. I guess that I'm just not used to sleeping in my own bed yet. I mean, I haven't slept there for nearly five months," she paused, "Where are Harry and Ron?"
"Still sleeping I supposed. Why don't you go and wake them. Breakfast is ready." Said Mrs. Granger sweetly
"Alright." she mumbled, getting up and climbing the steep staircase once again. She knocked gently on the boy's door. A muffled groan was heard from behind it and Harry opened the door looking very tiered. His eyelids, however, flew open when he saw Hermione standing before him.
She smiled and he hugged her tightly, just as he did every morning when he saw her.
"Are you both up?" she asked looking past Harry and into their bedroom.
"Ron's not. Wanna help me get him up?" he asked her.
"Sure, I guess."
Harry turned and Hermione followed him into the room.
Ron lay snoring in one of the two beds the Granger's had provided for them.
"Ron."
He twitched.
"Ron!"
He rolled over.
"RON!"
He sat up straight and looked around.
Hermione erupted into a fit of giggles.
"What are you doing here?" he asked surprised.
"W-waking you u-up." laughed Hermione, "B-breakfast is ready."
When Hermione, Harry, and Ron reached the kitchen, Mrs. Granger had laid out one of the most delicious breakfasts that any of them had ever seen. A humongous plate of steaming pancakes sat in the center of the table with all the fixing and sides you could ever want arranged around it.
"Dig in!" she said and all five of them sat down and took some pancakes.
"I really miss my mum's cooking while I'm at school so I take full advantage of it while I'm at home." Hermione said to Harry and Ron
"What would you all like to do today?" asked Mrs. Granger, "We could go up to the hills and play in the snow. Or I could drop you off at the mall. Any preferences?"
Hermione shrugged,
"I don't care. You guys
choose."
"I don't really mind. Whatever you want to do." said Ron.
"Its up to you Harry. What sounds good?" asked Hermione.
Harry thought for a minute, "Can we go to the hills? I have never really had the opportunity to play in snow. Real snow."
"Sounds good to me!" said Ron as he finished off his pancakes and reached for another stack."
An hour later, Hermione was showered and dressed for the day ahead. She sat in her window seat, watching the gentle snow collect on the driveway and sidewalk. She held a old and very warn out picture in her hand and she often found herself glancing at it.
There was a knock at the door and before Hermione could say anything, Harry entered. Hermione made to push the picture out of sight but it was to late.
"Hey honey, whats that of?" he asked, pointing to the picture.
Hermione sighed and held it out for him. He took it.
"Its me and Emilie. Thats the very last photo that we had taken together before she died.
The picture showed a smiley, joyful Hermione crouching down beside a hospital bed on which laid a weak and fragile looking young girl who was smiling non the less.
Harry looked up at Hermione, sat down beside her, and put his hand on top of hers. She looked at him then said, "You know whats funny? Emilie was starting to show magical abilities when she got sick. She would be a third year and Hogwarts this year, too."
"I'm sorry." he said softly
Hermione sat there in Harry's embrace for what seemed like hours, but before she knew it, Ron stood at the doors.
"Hermione, Harry, are you ready?" he asked, "your mum and dad are already getting into the car."
"Alright Ron, I'm coming."
"Hermione, are you okay? You look really upset." he asked her.
"Yeah, yeah, Ron I'm fine," she said standing up, "C'mon. Lets go play in the snow!"
Chapter 2
By: Samantha Essig
DISCLAIMER- I had a dream last night that I was J.K. Rowling! I had created the most amazing series of stories in the whole world. I had adoring fans! I was rich and had everything I wanted! There was even this crazy 15 year old girl in Albany Oregon who was 100% obsessed with my creation. It was great! But then I woke up, realized that I was that girl, looked around thoughtfully at all my posters, and cried. I hate not being J.K.!
A/N– I'm so sorry to those of you who enjoyed chapter 1 and actually wanted to read another chapter. My family and I went to Yellowstone National Park for a week and I had no computer access! Nooo!!! But I did get tons of writing done with my FF stories! Yeah! Please read and review! I will love you forever!!! Thanks! Oh!! And I am really going out on a limb here so give me a break!! :)
It was nearly ten o' clock when Harry, Ron, and the Granger's arrived home that evening.
"Hermione, would you please show Harry and Ron where they will be sleeping?" Mrs. Granger asked.
Hermione nodded and motioned for them to follow her. They made to grab for their trunks but Mr. Granger waved them on. They thanked him and followed Hermione up the staircase.
Once upstairs, Hermione began to show her friends around.
"Alright, this is the bathroom," she said, pushing open a door to reveal a brightly painted yellow room, "And this is my room."
They stepped inside and Hermione flipped on the light. The room fit Hermione well. The walls were painted a pale pink and an elegant looking mirror hung on the wall beside the bed that was covered in a fluffy, white, feather comforter with matching pillows. A bedside table stood to the right revealing a lamp and a telephone. There was a window with a pale pink window seat and the same matching pillows that were on her bed. Along another wall was a huge bookshelf and desk. The bookshelf held tons of books, both magic and Muggle. The desk help a small stack of CD's, boom box, and another lamp. Lastly was a long shelf that spanned the whole width of her room. On top were a whole lot of photographs.
Harry moved closer and quickly noticed that some of the photographs were moving and some were not. The moving ones smiled widely up at him from behind the shiny glass and Harry recognized them mainly as himself, Hermione and Ron as well as some of their other classmates doing a number of different things over the past six years. There was one from the Quidditch World Cup, one from their camping trip with the Weasley's last summer, and even the one that Ron had taken of himself and Hermione last Christmas Eve, the night he had asked her to be his girlfriend.
The Muggle photos were of old friends, family pets, her parents, and one of a young Hermione holding a small baby.
"Hermione, who is this? That your holding?"
Hermione moved closer to get a better look of what Harry was talking about, "Oh, thats Emilie." she said softly then turned away and sat down on her fluffy bed.
Ron and Harry exchanged glances, wondering what was wrong.
Harry sat down beside Hermione and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders, "Who's Emilie?" he asked gently.
Hermione sighed deeply and began to speak, "Emilie is- was my little sister but she died. The year before I started at Hogwarts."
"Hermione, you never told us you had any siblings. I always thought you were an only child." said Ron
"Thats because I never told anyone about her. After she died, I became really depressed, but I didn't want anyone sympathy so I kept her a secret. I have regretted doing that everyday but you guys have got to understand that I didn't lie to you. I just couldn't tell you the truth the truth then because I know thats what you would think."
Harry looked into her eyes. Tears were forming in them and he knew that this was hard for her to talk about, but a question has arisen within him and he couldn't stop himself from asking it.
"Hermione, how did Emilie die?" he asked.
"She has Leukemia. She just kept getting sick and weak and we kept taking her to the doctor but they would just say that she simply had the flu and all she needed was rest. Yeah right. Anyway, when she didn't get better, we took her back. They ran some tests and ended up finding the cancer...too late though. It was already to far along and there was nothing that anyone could do about it."
Tears were streaming down her face now and Harry hugged her tightly. She buried her face in his chest and began to cry harder.
Hermione awoke early the next morning from a fitful sleep. She heard movement from down in the kitchen and smelled her mother's famous chocolate chip pancakes.
Hermione sat up and felt an ache in her head that had come from the many thoughts and dreams that had floated through her head during the night.
Groggy and in pain she got up, put her bathrobe on, and walked into the bathroom. Her hair was falling out of the ponytail she had put it in the last night. She pulled it out, ran a brush through her hair and put it back up again before heading down the stairs.
In the kitchen, Hermione's mother was busy bustling around, making a huge, magnificent breakfast. Her father was sitting at the table, reading the morning paper and sipping coffee. Ron and Harry were no place in sight
"Good morning." mumbled Hermione
Both of her parents looked up at her.
"Good morning, dear." they said in unison.
"How did you sleep?" asked her father pulling out a chair at the table beside him.
Hermione sat down and put her head in her hands, "Horrible." she said
"Hermione looked up. Both her parents were looking at her with worry in their eyes.
"Oh, oh no. I guess that I'm just not used to sleeping in my own bed yet. I mean, I haven't slept there for nearly five months," she paused, "Where are Harry and Ron?"
"Still sleeping I supposed. Why don't you go and wake them. Breakfast is ready." Said Mrs. Granger sweetly
"Alright." she mumbled, getting up and climbing the steep staircase once again. She knocked gently on the boy's door. A muffled groan was heard from behind it and Harry opened the door looking very tiered. His eyelids, however, flew open when he saw Hermione standing before him.
She smiled and he hugged her tightly, just as he did every morning when he saw her.
"Are you both up?" she asked looking past Harry and into their bedroom.
"Ron's not. Wanna help me get him up?" he asked her.
"Sure, I guess."
Harry turned and Hermione followed him into the room.
Ron lay snoring in one of the two beds the Granger's had provided for them.
"Ron."
He twitched.
"Ron!"
He rolled over.
"RON!"
He sat up straight and looked around.
Hermione erupted into a fit of giggles.
"What are you doing here?" he asked surprised.
"W-waking you u-up." laughed Hermione, "B-breakfast is ready."
When Hermione, Harry, and Ron reached the kitchen, Mrs. Granger had laid out one of the most delicious breakfasts that any of them had ever seen. A humongous plate of steaming pancakes sat in the center of the table with all the fixing and sides you could ever want arranged around it.
"Dig in!" she said and all five of them sat down and took some pancakes.
"I really miss my mum's cooking while I'm at school so I take full advantage of it while I'm at home." Hermione said to Harry and Ron
"What would you all like to do today?" asked Mrs. Granger, "We could go up to the hills and play in the snow. Or I could drop you off at the mall. Any preferences?"
Hermione shrugged,
"I don't care. You guys
choose."
"I don't really mind. Whatever you want to do." said Ron.
"Its up to you Harry. What sounds good?" asked Hermione.
Harry thought for a minute, "Can we go to the hills? I have never really had the opportunity to play in snow. Real snow."
"Sounds good to me!" said Ron as he finished off his pancakes and reached for another stack."
An hour later, Hermione was showered and dressed for the day ahead. She sat in her window seat, watching the gentle snow collect on the driveway and sidewalk. She held a old and very warn out picture in her hand and she often found herself glancing at it.
There was a knock at the door and before Hermione could say anything, Harry entered. Hermione made to push the picture out of sight but it was to late.
"Hey honey, whats that of?" he asked, pointing to the picture.
Hermione sighed and held it out for him. He took it.
"Its me and Emilie. Thats the very last photo that we had taken together before she died.
The picture showed a smiley, joyful Hermione crouching down beside a hospital bed on which laid a weak and fragile looking young girl who was smiling non the less.
Harry looked up at Hermione, sat down beside her, and put his hand on top of hers. She looked at him then said, "You know whats funny? Emilie was starting to show magical abilities when she got sick. She would be a third year and Hogwarts this year, too."
"I'm sorry." he said softly
Hermione sat there in Harry's embrace for what seemed like hours, but before she knew it, Ron stood at the doors.
"Hermione, Harry, are you ready?" he asked, "your mum and dad are already getting into the car."
"Alright Ron, I'm coming."
"Hermione, are you okay? You look really upset." he asked her.
"Yeah, yeah, Ron I'm fine," she said standing up, "C'mon. Lets go play in the snow!"