In my last chapter i for got to add a disclaimer. My Bad.
Disclaimer: Clearly I am not, nor never shall be J.K Rowling. Therefore I would like to take this oppertunity to state that I DO NOT, nor never shall own Harry Potter and the like. Vyvyan, on the contrary, is entirely my own. To a certain degree, she IS me.
So Here I Am:
Pancakes and Soap
It's been a month. Hermione and I are getting along great. We have, like, everything in common. School, clothes, lack of make up.
To start with I was so in to the whole "muggle thing". We went to the shopping centre, and London and did some serious shopping. So many clothes...so little time! We got the hottest outfits. At the time we thought it would be an awesome idea to get matching clothes. We laughed about it later.
We spent our days doing homework and reading her old textbooks and "Hogwarts: A History", or going to the park and behaving like small children on the swings and slippery slide. Occasionally we would go to McDonalds and spend as long as we could in the playland, before we got asked to leave. Good times.
I used to go shopping with "the girls" back in Australia. I found them tedious and their taste in clothes and fun-time activities mediocre.
I told her, while we were lying in the grass at the park one warm afternoon, about my ties to the dark lord. She gasped when I told her that my parents were two of the finest Death Eaters in the world, according to him, and She looked entirely shocked when I told her that I was the one who sold them to the Australian Ministry of Magic.
"Did your parents love you?" She questioned.
"For sure," I replied. "It's just sometimes love stands in the way of doing the right thing, I guess it could stand in the way of doing the wrong thing too..." I trailed off.
"I reckon you are going to love it at Hogwarts. All the guys are going to be drooling over you." She stated.
"Us, you mean!" I corrected. "This year is going to be awexome because I finally have someone of a similar intellect that I can talk to."
We continued talking about the intricacies of Nihilism, when we were distracted by a flying clump of grass that sailed over our heads.
"What in the..." I said as I sat up and looked around. My eyes fell on two boys. Tall boys of about our age. My eyes flashed in recognition as the wind blew apart one of the boy's hair. I saw a lightning-bolt shaped scar, engraved in to his forehead.
"Harry... Ron..." Hermione squealed, as she went to embrace them. "What are you doing here?"
In front of me there were two way hot boys. Harry was tallish with black hair and green eyes, framed with those glasses. He looked exactly like his photos that appeared in "Teen Witch" a franchise of the popular American magazine. I don't read them, but the girls in my dorm had photos plastered everywhere around the room.
The other boy was Freakishly tall, even taller than I was, which is a feat because I have always been considered way tall, a mark of high breeding. He introduced himself as Ron Weasley. I had heard of the Weasley's. The Pureblood circle had labeled them blood traitors, like me. Yay. We had something in common.
Apparently they were staying with us for the remainder of the holidays because the Order of the Phoenix was under surveillance. In the house next door to Hermione's, a whole bunch of Aurors were staying. Just in case.
I was slightly apprehensive at meeting these two boys. Something that I would never openly admit. I had to tell them about my heritage at some point, and this was the Harry Potter.
Two days later we were getting along famously, as if we had been friends all our lives. Talking about stupid stuff, some time about the more serious things.
"Harry," I asked, some three days later as we were sitting in the park at the end of Mione's street. "Harry," I continued. "Is it really true all the things you have done? Like the philosopher's stone, and the chamber of secrets, all of your exploits at the Triwizard tournament? Is it true?"
He blushed. I thought he looked WAY hot.
"Umm...Well... Yeah." Harry mumbled. "I mean... Well... What have you heard?"
"Well," I Started, in an excited tone, "That you defeated/dueled with the dark lord, tried to prove that Sirius Black was innocent, took on a dragon, rescued Mione and Ron from a boiling lake of lava, dueled Viktor Krum, went clinically insane for a while... Sent a whole bunch of death eaters to Azkaban..." I trailed off at their stunned faces.
"Where do I begin?" Laughed Harry. "Most of it is true... Except for the boiling lake of lava. It was just the School Lake. Sirius Black WAS innocent, but is now dead." He added somberly. "He was my Godfather, and the closest thing I had to a real family."
"Don't say that, Harry" I said, almost on the point of tears. "We are your family. Don't ever forget that."
I have only known them for two days and already I was showing that compassionate side that I prefer to hide.
For the next week we continued to talk about random things. The boys would talk about quidditch and Mya (which is what I have christened Hermione, or else we call her "Mine" like the seagulls in finding nemo) and I go upstairs and talk about how crap it is that the boys are talking about Quidditch. We organised going to Diagon alley with our elite crew of Aurors so we could just look around. I had money to spend, and seriously needed supplies... And an owl.
All I have is some hot muggle clothes and a cauldron and the like. Just the basics, as far as being a witch is concerned.
While Mr. and Mrs. Granger were at work, we made pancakes, and then it escalated to a full on pancake war, girls vs. guys. It finished with jam, cream and pancakes being distributed all over the lounge room, and Mrs. Granger walking in. So, instead of going next door to find a fully trained witch or wizard to clean up this mess, Mrs. Granger has decided to make us clean it up manually. Dammit.
So here I am. In place of the jam, the living room is now covered in soap. As well as us. We may or may not have had a full on soap war. This is fast becoming the best summer of my life. I can only hope that the school year will be as good.
A/N:
Thankyou t those who went out of their way to review. It gives me a tingly feeling on the inside to know that there are people reading my work. When Draco comes in to the story he may or may not be paired with Vyvyan, the character who does all the talking. Tell me how you feel about this chapter. Much appreciated...howVERYrandom