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Chapter 3 – Dinner (Absolutely, disgustingly bad name. Suggest one if you can.)
Last Chapter: "You will be sent to Sudan in Africa. You will work there as a volunteer near an all-magical village. There would be a little connection with the wizarding world here. It is going to be difficult, a hell lot of a difficult. Be prepared!
"Oh well, Ron always manages to land himself in soup," commented Harry Potter, flicking through the menu as Hermione Granger drummed her fingers on the mahogany table, looking at the entrance anxiously.
"He just doesn't think. This is so important. His life depends upon this, but no he'll work extra hard to ruin everything!" splattered Hermione her anger boiling.
"Well what's done is done. We can't undo it, until the Time turner of course..."
"I don't have it anymore. I gave it back," Hermione, told Harry, "I just couldn't manage my healer degree program, my job at the local library and fighting for elf rights!"
"Yeah didn't they kick out of the ministry?" Harry asked chucking, yet knowing the answer perfectly well.
"If they did, they are only ruining their future. Because I have convinced many elves to stop working without pay," Hermione stated smugly.
"Yeah like...none of them," a voice caught Hermione off guard.
Hermione turned around to find herself face to face with a tall red head, "Ronald Weasley, just tell me he kicked your butt hard," Hermione stood and glared at Ron, her dark eyes flashing dangerously.
"Chill, girl," said Ron as he sat and Hermione followed suit. "I just spent some time talking nonsense with him and throwing his 'pointers' from one ear out the other." Ron said nonchalantly.
Hermione opened her mouth to respond, when the waiter joined them. "May I have your orders please?"
"Yes of course, garcon!" Ron said sitting up looking at his menu, "Make it everything on the list!" he said smiling handing the menu back to the waiter.
The waiter raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, make it the two most delicious dishes from each category. And make it fast, no super fast!" Ron said and motioned over to Hermione, "Madam will pay the bill very generously."
The waiter eyed Hermione and she managed to nod her very stiff neck.
Hermione's parents owned this restaurant. However, Mr. and Mrs. Granger continued with their dentistry but their love for international food; let them to the opening of 'Spice and Curry', a fabulous hotel in downtown London. Moreover, to their joy, the restaurant was an immediate success.
They name in Hermione's and her muggle sister, Hilaire's name but both had chose to oppose this decision. Though, both the sisters had chose the same decision, however they were both totally possessed opposite personalities. Hilaire, three years younger to Hermione was the high school cheerleader and a very popular, and beautiful girl.
"So Hermione, I should tell you to pack your bags and get ready by this Saturday morning. We are leaving at ten. Sharp. You'll probably get an owl by tomorrow morning," Ron said in the middle of a thumb fight with Harry.
"What you guys leaving so soon?" Harry asked.
"Yeah mate, duty calls."
"I'll be all alone. Both of you are leaving," Harry complained. Harry Potter unlike Hermione and Ron had chosen to be an auror. He had been immediately accepted into the training program. "As if he wouldn't have!" Ron had commented when Harry told them about his selection. "This guy beat Voldermort, for like ten times, why wouldn't they let him in?"
Voldermort had been finally vanquished by the famous 'boy-who-lived' and the ministry were now finally rounding up the death eaters.
"Don't worry Harry; we'll be back in no time. In addition, your auror training is going to take most of your free time; you will not miss us that much. Plus we can write to each other or you know the fire," Hermione explained gently.
"Yeah sure, it'll not be the same. I feel like I'm back to summer holidays, stuck for two months alone," said Harry disappointed.
"But, on the positive side, no Durselys," said Ron trying to cheer up Harry as the food arrived. "Excellent, eat this and you'll forget everything."
"Ron, Harry wants to obviously talk about –
"No it's okay. Let's dig in!" Harry said as Ron and he attacked the food. Hermione sat back pouting.
A/N – Yes, yes I know. Another totally useless chapter, but it has some information which is going to bevery useful in my future chapters. I added Hilaire, Hermione's sister for a reason that will become apparent in the coming chapters. So watch out!
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