Disclaimer: In another universe, I only own Harry Potter. In this one, I don't. JK rowling does. This is purely a fanfiction written by me to stop me going insane awaiting the next Harry Potter.
Authors note: This is my first Fanfiction which I submit with baited breath, expect chapter 2 and 3 tomorrow.
Chapter 1: The Summer Girl
Every year, a six week ritual is carried out across the country. The Ritual creates happiness for some and despair for others. This scared event is shared by both the muggle and the wizardry community and the ritual is also unavoidable, unstoppable and not even the greatest muggle or the darkest wizard would likely succeed in stopping it.
This Scared Ritual is known best as School Holidays. An event that most pupil's spend the entire year waiting for and parents spend the whole year dreading. The summer holidays have only just began and children of the muggle community rejoicing. For the wizarding community however it begins darkened by a terrible event. The death of perhaps the greatest wizard of the last hundred years or at a limb, the greatest wizard since the 4 founders of Hogwarts lived.
Standing outside number 4, Privet Drive, is one such wizard affected by the terrible event. The wizard is tall and skinny with jet black hair that sticks up everywhere. The wizard despite wearing ordinary muggle clothes, still gets watched by the inhabitants of privet drive. They know him only as 'The Potter Boy' an attendee of St. brutes and someone who do better off disappearing from privet drive forever.
Unbeknown to these nosey creatures of gossip of privet drive, This is actually 'The Potter Boy's plan. As he slowly approaches the front door of number 4 privet drive, dragging behind him a rather large trunk filled with god knows what and for some stranger reason, a caged owl under his shoulder. His only plan is to stay here till his 17th birthday. He wouldn't be coming back here, if it wasn't for the wish of — Harry's mind churned just thinking about him.
Slowly Harry knocked on the front door of number 4 privet drive, his mind completely set on the weekend, his seventeenth birthday and one small victory for Harry personally, He would hopefully never see the dursleys again. Ever.
As Mr. Dursley headed towards the front door and the inhabitants of this street returned to their important work of preserving their lawns, they had little idea that the boy who stood before him, that frightening odd boy, was going to save them all from things beyond their understanding.
Miles away, far from London, another muggle with no care in the world for 'The Chosen One' sits at the dinner table, His name is Andrew Edwards and he is also celebrating the ritual of the school holidays but, for a different reason. This reason is why he is craning his neck to look out the kitchen window and why 'Mrs. Edwards' is going to snap at Andrew Edwards in next couple of seconds.
"Andrew!" Snapped Mrs. Edwards
Mrs. Edwards was a fat short woman with short blond hair and blue eyes is known by the neighbors as 'the Cow', to her limited amount of friends as 'Audrey' and to her children as 'Mrs. Edwards'. The word 'Mother' or 'Mum' were considered swear words of the highest order under her rule.
Mrs. Edwards has two children, Andrew Edwards, 17, Tall with blond hair and the other Amanda Edwards, 9 and with the intelligence of a five year old. The two children live under her tyrannical lordship of strange rules, planned day trips, reading time, playing time, taking a walk time and so fourth.
Mrs. Edwards has always believed herself to be important and inflicts her rule on others. She is a terrible gossip, has a terrible memory and would more than likely hold the world record for causing arguments between everyone from best friends to complete strangers in the street.
"Andrew!" Came the snap of Mrs. Edwards yet again across the dinner table.
Andrew looked down at his food. It was best not to start her off, she possessed a furious temper and had a colorful imagination for punishments. She gazed at Andrew for a few seconds before launching once again into her daily exploits to the only two people in the world that had no choice but to listen.
A car-door slammed and Andrew who had a convincing expression of undivided attention on his face, almost upended the table standing up to look out the window. He ignored the cry of rage from 'Mrs. Edwards'. It was worth it, the person who he had been waiting for all night had just shut the car door.
"What do you think your doing!" Yelled Mrs. Edwards furiously "You nearly turned the table over, You could have---"
Andrew faked an expression of apology of his face as 'Mrs. Edwards' stood up and screamed at him. Andrew's mind however, was elsewhere and as he sat there through his mother's pointless onslaught his mind was on one person. Her.
"What were you doing looking out the window!" Mrs. Edwards went on losing none of her fury.
Before Andrew's mind had even recognized the angry rant as a question, his sister answered.
"The Summer Girl!" Said Amanda happily taking great pride in digging Andrew into yet a deeper hole.
"The Summer Girl?" asked Mrs. Edwards, her eyes widening as if she had just seen something valuable fluttering in front of her.
Andrew's face contorted, it was too late now, the damage was done. It was pointless to even think about lying or withholding the information. It would be public knowledge within a week and the slight chance of Andrew getting to know her would was about to be destroyed forever.
The Summer Girl lived next door since before they had moved in, six years ago and by the small amount of information he had gathered about her, she was the same age as him, she attended a boarding school somewhere north and finally her name. Her name was 'Hermione Granger'.
He had learnt these facts, three summers ago on the off-chance. Mr. Granger had been the replacement dentist for the day and was able to ask a couple of questions about her, while Mrs. Edwards complained at the reception desk about the proper dentist not being there.
Andrew remembered that Mr. Granger seemed rather happy for a chance to chat without Mrs. Edwards but the conversation had turned rather sour when Andrew pressed him for the name of the boarding school Hermione went to. Andrew recalled that he almost looked relieved when Mrs. Edwards entered the room, a very rare phenomenon indeed.
Before that interesting meeting, Andrew had known Hermione purely as 'The Summer Girl', partly because he didn't know her name (only that her surname was Granger) and that he only ever saw her during the summer holidays. Mrs. Edward's rumor-mongering had told him that she went to a boarding school for bright pupils or something like that.
The first summer, he had watched her curiously and for some strange reason could never seem to raise the courage to talk to her or perhaps it was he had never got chance back then to talk to her in the first place. His mother was far stricter back then than now, amazingly.
The summmer of the aforementioned conversation with Mr. Granger passed with Mrs. Edward's keeping the house under lockdown with the escape of a man called 'Sirius Black'. Andrew had never seen his mother so frightened. She was also rereading a letter sent to her. He didn't know who from but, she took it very seriously. Andrew had wondered what the letter had contained to scare her so badly, the one time he questioned her, she had reacted with her usual furious pride and Andrew decided to never mention the letter again, ever.
The third summer came around again and Andrew promised himself to talk to her this summer. It wasn't a feeling of curiosity this time either, It was an urge to get to know her. He couldn't explain it then but, he was sure if he spent the summer with her it would make him very, very happy.
For the first week or so, he didn't have the slightest chance to go and say hello which only increased his determination. A week later, he realized he would have to go and say hello himself. Amazed by his daring as he pressed the Granger's Doorbell, Mrs. Granger answered. Mrs. Granger had smiled politely at Andrew as she informed him than Hermione was spending the summer holidays with friends. His resolve crushed, he walked home.
The fourth summer began. Andrew awaited his chance to go and say hello. He kept remembering the quote 'Good things come to those who wait'.
When he finally got his chance, The Summer Girl was with her parents. As Andrew debated with himself whether to say hello in front of Mr. and Mrs. Granger he noticed something else; how depressed she looked, Andrew was quite sure something dreadful must have happened to cause that much unhappiness on her pretty face. His resolve destroyed again, he didn't see her again and merely presumed that she had gone to visit her 'Friends' again. Andrew made a mental note to punch the guy who came up with the line 'Good things come to those who wait' if through some unexplained event he met him.
Another year of school passed and the fifth summer holiday began, with an odd mist that hung everywhere and also some shocking stuff on the news about a freak hurricane, a bridge collapsing and several murders across the country. Before, Andrew had had a chance this year, it seemed the summer girl had gone again.
The sixth summer came and Andrew promised himself that this would be the summer he'd finally talk to her. He had various scenes between him and her planned. Now however, his dreams where pretty much heading towards destruction at the hand of a parent who refused to be called 'mother' or 'mum' by her own children.
Feebly Andrew began to explain to 'Mrs. Edwards' who the summer girl was and her smile widened to give her an almost toad-like face that was seconds away from swallowing a juicy fly. When he finished, 'Mrs. Edwards' now using a weirdly sweet voice that Andrew knew meant she was happy.
"Well," She began sweetly "well, well, well!"
Andrew looked down at the floor. He knew better than to risk an argument here, just let 'Mrs. Edwards' get on with the damage herself. As he marched out of the kitchen and went to bed, he promised himself, that once he reached eighteen, he would walk out the front door without a word and never return.