Chapter: Chapter Three: The Grangers' 'House'
Author: King Harrison
Category: Action/Adventure
Sub-Category: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP,
Summary: Wherein Harry travels in style.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author Notes: Here's chapter 3! "She needs to sort out her priorities"Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Chapter Three: The Grangers' 'House'Harry sat at Dudley's computer playing 'Sim City,' a computer game involving building a city and making it last. Just as Harry was calling out the fire brigade to stop a fire, an owl flew into the room
Pigwidgeon, or as Ron called him, Pig, was flying about as usual by the time Harry opened the letter.
Harry,
Guess what! Dumbledore said that you could stay at my house this summer! Isn't that great! Dumbledore put a magic hiding charm on your house, so use magic to pack. We'll be there at six.
Love From,
Hermione
Harry grinned. The Dursleys were going to be very annoyed. Well, except Dudley. Harry looked at the clock on the computer. It was five-thirty. Harry ran to his room, after saving the game.Harry, remembering Dumbledore's charm, quickly started charming things to go neatly into his trunk. Just as Harry's socks were flying into the trunk, the door opened, and Vernon walked in.
"W-what the HELL ARE YOU DOING, BOY?" Vernon roared. "HA! YOU'LL BE EXPELLED THIS TIME, I BET!"
"Actually, Professor Dumbledore put a charm on the house so that the ministry couldn't expel me. I'm packing because in-" Harry looked at his watch. "-Ten or fifteen minutes, I'm going to get picked up."
Vernon paled. "Are-are they coming by fly powder?"
"Floo powder, Uncle Vernon, and no, the people picking me up are muggles."
"Moogles?"
"You remember, non-'magic'-folk"
Vernon turned red, but didn't respond to the 'm-word.' "Ah, ok. What kind of car do they drive?"
"No idea whatsoever."
Exactly as the clock struck six, the doorbell rang.
Vernon, once again in his best suit, opened the door.
In walked two adults, Dr. and Drs. (I know this means plural, but they are both doctors, so Drs. means Mrs. Granger, and DRS. means doctors) Granger, and a girl that had curly brown hair, Hermione.
Vernon peeked outside, and gasped. "A f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-"
Mr. Granger smiled. "A Ferrari, yes."
Vernon fainted.
Mr. Granger smiled. "Ready to go, Harry?"
Harry nodded.
After the four of them got into the Ferrari, Mrs. Granger asked, "So, Harry, normally we'd ask you to tell us a bit about yourself, but we've probably heard it all from Hermione." Hermione blushed, and Harry grimaced.
Mr. Granger turned around as he started the car. "Yes, you seem to be her idol or something."
Harry spluttered "What?"
Mrs. Granger smiled. "Oh, yes. She goes on and on about all of those things you've done…and she told me what Mr….Lorgbutton?"
"Longbottom." Corrected Hermione resignedly.
"Yes, Longbottom. Anyway, she said that he told her that when she got hit by a curse, you went into hysterics."
Harry blushed. "Well, she is my best friend." And a nasty little voice in his head said 'Yes, but you do seem rather over-interested in her welfare. You have a crush, perhaps?'
'NO!'
'Yes'
'Nuh-unh!'
'Uh-huh!'
'Nuh-unh!'
'Uh-huh!'
'Nuh-unh!'
'Nuh-unh!'
'Uh-huh!'
'Nuh-unh!'
"Uh-h—wait!"
"See?"
'I hate you!'
'This is me caring'
'Oh, shut up!'
'Fine! Though, I hope you realize that the first sign of insanity is talking to one's own head…'
"So, anyway, how have the Dursleys been?"
"Oh, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia are as horrible as ever."
"What about Dudley? Or should I say, 'Ickle Diddydums'" Harry and Hermione
burst into laughter.
As Harry caught his breath, he said, "Oh, he's fine. He actually has been rather ok. He asked about Sirius, and then I told him about Hogwarts and the Prophecy."
"Prophecy? What prophecy?"
"Oh, bloody hell. I haven't told you yet, have I? Well, here it is: 'THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES….BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT…AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES…THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…."
Hermione sat in silence for about half an hour. Harry peered out the Ferrari and watched the scenery.
"Harry, you do know what this means, right?"
"Yeah. I have kill Voldemort, or he has to kill me."
"But, I wonder what the power he knows not is."
"Oh, I know it already."
"WHAT? What is it?"
"You know the door in the Department of Mysteries? The locked one? Behind there is the secret to the power. I'm betting it's love."
Hermione's eyes went round as saucers. "OF COURSE!" Hermione quickly looked out the window. "Ooooooh! We're there!"
Harry looked out the window and realized that the road he'd thought they had turned on was really a long driveway. At the end of the driveway was a Mansion the size of
a small castle.
Hermione smiled at his astonished look. "Welcome to Number One, Elizabeth Lane. My home."