Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thanx so much for the reveiws! I love them! *Hugs readers who look at me strangely.* OK, well, to the new reveiwers: Heather Lawless, MindyMe, Snidget-And-Co, chickadee21, Caitlin, Ghoststalker1328, Nienna Calafalas, LiZz, Hermy702 and Ice Fox and all the other reveiwers!
Heather Lawless: Yes! They are doing that first, as you can see in this chapter. BUT they can't be seperate forever now, can they? How will they switch? And it wouldn't be as much fun.
blackbeltchick06: Heehee. I did use it for the book.
Chapter 3:Going Our Seperate Ways Together
The train was going to leave soon. Too soon. Hermione had made a mini book in the short amount of time of many of her reletives and a short description of each with ages. Harry and Hermione were in the commen room.
"OK, so, what about your family?" Hermione asked. She didn't really want to ask, but she needed to know.
"Well, you can see by my past that they aren't to great. For a description....well...Dudely: Watch out. He's really mean. Uncle Vernan: Watch out. He's even meaner. Aunt Petunia: Watch out. She'll call Vernan, so she's mean, too. That's about it. I'll be sure to ask your parents about coming over," Harry said, finishing his 'families' description. Hermione tried not to look pityingly at him, but it was hard.
"OK. Would they allow you at your house?"
Harry almost laughed at the thought. "No. Well, maybe if we made up something, but it would be best to stay at a place where....well, where my family isn't there." Hermione nodded. "And also, Harry. I've been thinking about different things. Things that will be problems. one is chaning cloths. I'm going to look for spell that may help with that. Another is going to the bathroom and bathing. And last, we need to act like eachother and call eachother by our names. Call me Harry, alright?"
"Alright...'' Harry said, uncomfortable with the news. How were they going to go to the bathroom anyway? Harry looked over the 'booklet' Hermione had wrote about her family while Hermione looked at different books. Soon, she dropped a book in front of him and looked through the pages.
"Aha!" She said finally, pointing to a place on the page. "It say here that we can change cloths without actually changing. See, you set out the cloths you want and concentrate on them. It says to just focuse on te cloths and then it should be on. It's wandless magic. Hard magic. We'll have to practise," Hermione stated. "Now, come on!' Hermione grabbed Harry (or herself. You know, this is getting stupid, I'm just not putting in these crazy little notes. Just figure it out) by the sleeve and they walked up to the Gryffindor commen room, then to the girl's dorms. There was no one in there as Hermione pulled out one of her muggle cloths. It was a blue spagetti strap tank top and levi jeans. She stood back and told Harry to focuse.
"Come on, Harry. Just think. Think." Hermione said encouragingly. Harry tried to think, but it was hard with so many other thoughts on his mind.
"Harry, you have to do this. How else will you change?"
Harry closed his eyes and thought. It didn't work. He opened them, staring at the cloths. Staring.......staring.......staring. He imagined them on. Staring.......staring. It must have been a long amount of time, because he heard Hermione yawn. Then, the muggle cloths were replaced by the Hogwarts uniform sitting neatly in it's place. He looked down and, sure enough, the cloth were on.
"Harry! You did it! You did it!" Hermione squealed.
"It's Hermione, remember? And try to act like me. Ecpecially around Uncle Vernan. Just go with what they say. Stay away from Dudely. Just don't cause problems."
"Alright. you just read the booklet and act acordingly, Har-erm. Hermione."
Harry nodded. "Well, it's time for dinner. I'll owl you. Try to owl back."
"I will," Hermione promised.
The train ride home was seemed to go by faster than what had been hoped. Harry and Hermione stepped out of the train station and said good bye, each going to the other's family. The only thing Hermione kept of hers was a picture of her mom, dad, Crookshanks, and her at christmas.
Hermione saw Vernan right away. She tried to remember what Harry had said: to not make trouble. But she remembered all the horrible things he did, and she saw herself, wanting to grab a book and hit him repetitly.
"Come on, boy," Vernan grouched and began walking away. Hermione followed, lookinh horrified that she did not receive a nice welcome. They arrived at a house much like every other house near it. hermione stared at it until Vernan yelled at her and she got out and walked inside. She smelled something delicious. "What's that cooking?" She asked, turning to Vernan. He looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
"Put your things upstaris and cut the grass," He said faltly and began to walk away.
Hermione was in shock. "With no food, first?"
Vernan gave her another look and got right in her face. "Do as I say, boy!"
Hermione nodded, fearing this man a little now. As he walked away, she tried not to cry. How could Harry live like this? She then remembered that she didn't know where Harry's room was. She made her way up the stairs and looked around. She opened the first door. It looked like the mast bedroom. She went to a different door. It was cramed full of junk and looked like a boy's room. It was a mess. It had enough stuff in it to fullfill 5 boy's needs for toys. This was most definatly not Harry's room. She opend the next one where there was a measily(haha, I like that word) matress was, a deask, some papers and a closet. She didn't think anyone really occupied that room, but there were no other rooms. Hermione walked inside, dragging Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage with her. She opened the closet only to find Harry's cloths. This was his room. Hermione set Hedwig's cage on the desk and looked around the practiclly empty room. The cloths in his closet were mostly either to big or too small. Hermione felt angry again. Angy at his so-called family and how they treated him. She unpacked and let Hedwig out to walk around the room. She ended up flying around crazily as Hermione left the room. she shut her door and found herself face-to-face with a very ugly, very fat boy.
"Back already, Scarhead?" He smirked and shoved her out of the way.
"I don't understand what is supposed to be insulting about that. I do have a scar on my head. It's saying the truth!" Hermione said snootily and stomped downstairs. Dudely would have punched her had he not wanted to leave in a hurrey.
Hermione was practiclly fuming as she stomped down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"It's about time. How long does it take to unpack?" A tall, thin, long-necked woman snapped, carrying a large chicken that looked utterly delicious. It had little vegis around it and was golden crisp (I'm hungry now). Petunia looked at her nephew and screetched, "Well don't just stand there, boy! Go mow the lawn!" She then began mumbling about how worthless Harry was. Hermione almost slapped her, but didn't want to get Harry into trouble. So she made her way to the garage and found the lawn mower.
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Harry saw Hermione's parents waiting for her. They looked nice enough, like when he saw them at the book store in 2nd year.
"Hermione!" Her mother squealed, taking Harry into a tight hug. If he had been in his body, it wouldn't have crushed him.
"Erm...hi, Mum," Harry said, trying to act like Hermione. "Great to see you. Hi...er..." What did Hermione call her father father? "...Dad."
"Hey, sweetie," He said, and Harry was hugged again. He noticed Hermione walking away looking disgruntled. He forgot to warn her about the work she'd be doing...
They arrived at a very nice two-story house. In the front there was a huge tree and tire swing ((call me old-fashioned)) and a swing on the porch. A brown picked fence lined the property. He walked down the stone walk way, grinning ear to ear. Crookshanks leaped out, hopped over the fence, and bounded to the door, meowing to be let inside.
Mrs. Granger breathed in deep. "Home sweet home. C'mon, honey, Jenn is inside waiting for-" Before she could finish, a girl long blond hair and a tank top and shorts came running out shouting, "Hermione! Your back!" and enveloped Harry in his thrid hug that day and then grabbed his hand to lead him inside. Harry saw a nice kitchen, living room, and then stairs which Jenn lead him up. He remembered her in Hermione's booklet. She was the one Hermione had noted that did a lot of 'girl talk'. Great, just great. Harry thought as he was led into, what looked like, Hermione's room. Jenn grabbed a photo album off a shelf and lay down on Hermione's bed. The room had a lot of moving pictures, so Harry figured that her family knew about Hogwarts. The room had white walls, a nice desk, some pictures and posters, a closet, and nightstand. All of that was white, but Hermiones bed spread was green with flowers on it and her lamp was yellow. She had a lot of nature pictures up...and a lot of books that invaded her shelves, some of which were magical.
"Hermione?" Jenn askedas Harry looked around the room with interest. Harry jumped at her voice and looked at her. She patted the spot beside her as she opend the album. Harry seemed to shrink, but for Hermione's sake he sat down right next to her. The first pictures were not magical. They showed Hermione and her family. Jenn skipped those pages and went right ahead to the magical ones. She stopped on a page with Harry, Hermione and Ron in 5th year. Harry was actually smiling, that was before Sirius died. Ron was eating and waving, hermione was smiling, and Harry was waving.
"So, how's Harry?" Jenn asked.
'Harry?" Harry asked in surprize.
"Yes, harry. You know. Your best friend? The one that saved your wizarding world/ The one who is encredably cute?" Jenn asked, knocking on Harry's head. ((I know, I know. It is Hermione's head. But that would be very confusing.))
"Cute?" Harry fell off the side of the bed.
" Are you alright?" Jenn asked, giggling.
"Er...yeah," Harry had never thought his never-neat hair and usually broken glasses cute.
"So...your sure you don't like him?" Jenn asked. Was that hope in her eyes?
"NO!" Harry shouted. "D-did I say otherwise?"
"You never do, just being sure," Jenn said. "When is he going to come over?"
"Soon," Harry said. "Soon."
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OK, there is the next chapter! Where will they be going for some of the summer? See next chapter! Or maybe father away than that. I dunno. You still have time to vote!
Heather Lawless: Yes! They are doing that first, as you can see in this chapter. BUT they can't be seperate forever now, can they? How will they switch? And it wouldn't be as much fun.
blackbeltchick06: Heehee. I did use it for the book.
Chapter 3:Going Our Seperate Ways Together
The train was going to leave soon. Too soon. Hermione had made a mini book in the short amount of time of many of her reletives and a short description of each with ages. Harry and Hermione were in the commen room.
"OK, so, what about your family?" Hermione asked. She didn't really want to ask, but she needed to know.
"Well, you can see by my past that they aren't to great. For a description....well...Dudely: Watch out. He's really mean. Uncle Vernan: Watch out. He's even meaner. Aunt Petunia: Watch out. She'll call Vernan, so she's mean, too. That's about it. I'll be sure to ask your parents about coming over," Harry said, finishing his 'families' description. Hermione tried not to look pityingly at him, but it was hard.
"OK. Would they allow you at your house?"
Harry almost laughed at the thought. "No. Well, maybe if we made up something, but it would be best to stay at a place where....well, where my family isn't there." Hermione nodded. "And also, Harry. I've been thinking about different things. Things that will be problems. one is chaning cloths. I'm going to look for spell that may help with that. Another is going to the bathroom and bathing. And last, we need to act like eachother and call eachother by our names. Call me Harry, alright?"
"Alright...'' Harry said, uncomfortable with the news. How were they going to go to the bathroom anyway? Harry looked over the 'booklet' Hermione had wrote about her family while Hermione looked at different books. Soon, she dropped a book in front of him and looked through the pages.
"Aha!" She said finally, pointing to a place on the page. "It say here that we can change cloths without actually changing. See, you set out the cloths you want and concentrate on them. It says to just focuse on te cloths and then it should be on. It's wandless magic. Hard magic. We'll have to practise," Hermione stated. "Now, come on!' Hermione grabbed Harry (or herself. You know, this is getting stupid, I'm just not putting in these crazy little notes. Just figure it out) by the sleeve and they walked up to the Gryffindor commen room, then to the girl's dorms. There was no one in there as Hermione pulled out one of her muggle cloths. It was a blue spagetti strap tank top and levi jeans. She stood back and told Harry to focuse.
"Come on, Harry. Just think. Think." Hermione said encouragingly. Harry tried to think, but it was hard with so many other thoughts on his mind.
"Harry, you have to do this. How else will you change?"
Harry closed his eyes and thought. It didn't work. He opened them, staring at the cloths. Staring.......staring.......staring. He imagined them on. Staring.......staring. It must have been a long amount of time, because he heard Hermione yawn. Then, the muggle cloths were replaced by the Hogwarts uniform sitting neatly in it's place. He looked down and, sure enough, the cloth were on.
"Harry! You did it! You did it!" Hermione squealed.
"It's Hermione, remember? And try to act like me. Ecpecially around Uncle Vernan. Just go with what they say. Stay away from Dudely. Just don't cause problems."
"Alright. you just read the booklet and act acordingly, Har-erm. Hermione."
Harry nodded. "Well, it's time for dinner. I'll owl you. Try to owl back."
"I will," Hermione promised.
The train ride home was seemed to go by faster than what had been hoped. Harry and Hermione stepped out of the train station and said good bye, each going to the other's family. The only thing Hermione kept of hers was a picture of her mom, dad, Crookshanks, and her at christmas.
Hermione saw Vernan right away. She tried to remember what Harry had said: to not make trouble. But she remembered all the horrible things he did, and she saw herself, wanting to grab a book and hit him repetitly.
"Come on, boy," Vernan grouched and began walking away. Hermione followed, lookinh horrified that she did not receive a nice welcome. They arrived at a house much like every other house near it. hermione stared at it until Vernan yelled at her and she got out and walked inside. She smelled something delicious. "What's that cooking?" She asked, turning to Vernan. He looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
"Put your things upstaris and cut the grass," He said faltly and began to walk away.
Hermione was in shock. "With no food, first?"
Vernan gave her another look and got right in her face. "Do as I say, boy!"
Hermione nodded, fearing this man a little now. As he walked away, she tried not to cry. How could Harry live like this? She then remembered that she didn't know where Harry's room was. She made her way up the stairs and looked around. She opened the first door. It looked like the mast bedroom. She went to a different door. It was cramed full of junk and looked like a boy's room. It was a mess. It had enough stuff in it to fullfill 5 boy's needs for toys. This was most definatly not Harry's room. She opend the next one where there was a measily(haha, I like that word) matress was, a deask, some papers and a closet. She didn't think anyone really occupied that room, but there were no other rooms. Hermione walked inside, dragging Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage with her. She opened the closet only to find Harry's cloths. This was his room. Hermione set Hedwig's cage on the desk and looked around the practiclly empty room. The cloths in his closet were mostly either to big or too small. Hermione felt angry again. Angy at his so-called family and how they treated him. She unpacked and let Hedwig out to walk around the room. She ended up flying around crazily as Hermione left the room. she shut her door and found herself face-to-face with a very ugly, very fat boy.
"Back already, Scarhead?" He smirked and shoved her out of the way.
"I don't understand what is supposed to be insulting about that. I do have a scar on my head. It's saying the truth!" Hermione said snootily and stomped downstairs. Dudely would have punched her had he not wanted to leave in a hurrey.
Hermione was practiclly fuming as she stomped down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"It's about time. How long does it take to unpack?" A tall, thin, long-necked woman snapped, carrying a large chicken that looked utterly delicious. It had little vegis around it and was golden crisp (I'm hungry now). Petunia looked at her nephew and screetched, "Well don't just stand there, boy! Go mow the lawn!" She then began mumbling about how worthless Harry was. Hermione almost slapped her, but didn't want to get Harry into trouble. So she made her way to the garage and found the lawn mower.
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Harry saw Hermione's parents waiting for her. They looked nice enough, like when he saw them at the book store in 2nd year.
"Hermione!" Her mother squealed, taking Harry into a tight hug. If he had been in his body, it wouldn't have crushed him.
"Erm...hi, Mum," Harry said, trying to act like Hermione. "Great to see you. Hi...er..." What did Hermione call her father father? "...Dad."
"Hey, sweetie," He said, and Harry was hugged again. He noticed Hermione walking away looking disgruntled. He forgot to warn her about the work she'd be doing...
They arrived at a very nice two-story house. In the front there was a huge tree and tire swing ((call me old-fashioned)) and a swing on the porch. A brown picked fence lined the property. He walked down the stone walk way, grinning ear to ear. Crookshanks leaped out, hopped over the fence, and bounded to the door, meowing to be let inside.
Mrs. Granger breathed in deep. "Home sweet home. C'mon, honey, Jenn is inside waiting for-" Before she could finish, a girl long blond hair and a tank top and shorts came running out shouting, "Hermione! Your back!" and enveloped Harry in his thrid hug that day and then grabbed his hand to lead him inside. Harry saw a nice kitchen, living room, and then stairs which Jenn lead him up. He remembered her in Hermione's booklet. She was the one Hermione had noted that did a lot of 'girl talk'. Great, just great. Harry thought as he was led into, what looked like, Hermione's room. Jenn grabbed a photo album off a shelf and lay down on Hermione's bed. The room had a lot of moving pictures, so Harry figured that her family knew about Hogwarts. The room had white walls, a nice desk, some pictures and posters, a closet, and nightstand. All of that was white, but Hermiones bed spread was green with flowers on it and her lamp was yellow. She had a lot of nature pictures up...and a lot of books that invaded her shelves, some of which were magical.
"Hermione?" Jenn askedas Harry looked around the room with interest. Harry jumped at her voice and looked at her. She patted the spot beside her as she opend the album. Harry seemed to shrink, but for Hermione's sake he sat down right next to her. The first pictures were not magical. They showed Hermione and her family. Jenn skipped those pages and went right ahead to the magical ones. She stopped on a page with Harry, Hermione and Ron in 5th year. Harry was actually smiling, that was before Sirius died. Ron was eating and waving, hermione was smiling, and Harry was waving.
"So, how's Harry?" Jenn asked.
'Harry?" Harry asked in surprize.
"Yes, harry. You know. Your best friend? The one that saved your wizarding world/ The one who is encredably cute?" Jenn asked, knocking on Harry's head. ((I know, I know. It is Hermione's head. But that would be very confusing.))
"Cute?" Harry fell off the side of the bed.
" Are you alright?" Jenn asked, giggling.
"Er...yeah," Harry had never thought his never-neat hair and usually broken glasses cute.
"So...your sure you don't like him?" Jenn asked. Was that hope in her eyes?
"NO!" Harry shouted. "D-did I say otherwise?"
"You never do, just being sure," Jenn said. "When is he going to come over?"
"Soon," Harry said. "Soon."
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OK, there is the next chapter! Where will they be going for some of the summer? See next chapter! Or maybe father away than that. I dunno. You still have time to vote!