Disclaimer- J.K Rowling is the smartest woman alive. She would probably be appalled if she read this melodramatic crap. I hope that this doesn't put ideas in any of your heads about what might happen in future HP books because I KNOW NOTHING!!! I don't own any of the characters either... This whole thing is therapy (because I was upset over the character she killed off) I'm just posting it because people told me to…
Harry woke up at around 8 in the morning. He didn't dream of Voldemort, but of flying on his firebolt in a quiddich match against Slytherin which he recently got back when Proffessor Umbridge was removed from her spot as headmistress. He then caught the snitch. As soon as he caught it and came back to the ground everyone in the crowd, his team mates were gone. Hermione Granger, with her hair long, flowing and beautiful came running toward him with open arms. She jumped in his arms and twirled her around. Then, Harry woke up happy and well rested. He opened his watch... "Hello Dad, hello Sirius" he said happily and both of them waved at him.
This woke Hermione up. She was really pretty even as a bed head. "Morning Harry" she said smiling. "Had a nice sleep?" Harry smiled and nodded. "How about you"
"Great, it was so much better than last year when the rooms were all dark and dank" said Hermione. At that moment Ron rushed in the room still in the clothes that he had yesterday. He looked like he didn't sleep at all. Harry just noticed that his bed was still made. "What happened to you?" Hermione asked him. "Where were you yesterday."
Ron smiled broader than ever. "Cara, Ginny and I, played Quiddich in the basement and WOW Cara is an amazing flyer. She rides a broom that her dad made for her which is pretty good. I mean REALLY good. It definitely is better than the Slytherins Nimbus 2001s and almost matches up to the firebolt." Ron talked about how cool Cara's was, how pretty she was, exactly what she said to him and basically everything else for almost half an hour. Harry and Hermione kept eying each other to roll their eyes. Finally he was done. "And you were playing Quiddich with them ALL night?" Harry asked
Harry woke up at around 8 in the morning. He didn't dream of Voldemort, but of flying on his firebolt in a quiddich match against Slytherin which he recently got back when Proffessor Umbridge was removed from her spot as headmistress. He then caught the snitch. As soon as he caught it and came back to the ground everyone in the crowd, his team mates were gone. Hermione Granger, with her hair long, flowing and beautiful came running toward him with open arms. She jumped in his arms and twirled her around. Then, Harry woke up happy and well rested. He opened his watch... "Hello Dad, hello Sirius" he said happily and both of them waved at him.
This woke Hermione up. She was really pretty even as a bed head. "Morning Harry" she said smiling. "Had a nice sleep?" Harry smiled and nodded. "How about you"
"Great, it was so much better than last year when the rooms were all dark and dank" said Hermione. At that moment Ron rushed in the room still in the clothes that he had yesterday. He looked like he didn't sleep at all. Harry just noticed that his bed was still made. "What happened to you?" Hermione asked him. "Where were you yesterday."
Ron smiled broader than ever. "Cara, Ginny and I, played Quiddich in the basement and WOW Cara is an amazing flyer. She rides a broom that her dad made for her which is pretty good. I mean REALLY good. It definitely is better than the Slytherins Nimbus 2001s and almost matches up to the firebolt." Ron talked about how cool Cara's was, how pretty she was, exactly what she said to him and basically everything else for almost half an hour. Harry and Hermione kept eying each other to roll their eyes. Finally he was done. "And you were playing Quiddich with them ALL night?" Harry asked