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Author's Note:
holdencaufield01: No, this isn't going to be Draco/Oc. but I promise that Draco will be in the story and plays a part in Alison's life.
angelbaby7sat: Thanx! And yes, I'll be writing!
brezzybrez: Hope you like this chapter!
ebtwisty9: Thanx for the observation and suggestion! I guess that I had too many ideas and poured them out too suddenly but I promise you that all those ideas will be used for later on in the story!
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Chapter One: Friendly Reunions
Harry Potter awoke to the sound of his Aunt's screeching and his annoyingly over weighted cousin complaining. Of what? He could not hear.
Harry Potter, known as the boy-who-lived, had changed from a skinny small boy to a muscular, tan-skinned, with raven hair ruffled and sticking in odd angles, 6 foot tall young man. He wished so much right now that he could see his two best friends again instead of staying with his most horrid relatives, even though he had his own room and the Dursleys didn't disturb as much, he just wanted to get away from Privet Drive. As if on cue, Pig, Ron's new owl, flew in and dropped a few pieces of rolled-up parchment on Harry's bed, and landed clumsily next to Hedwig's cage. Harry quickly grabbed the nearest one and unrolled it, revealing neat curly handwriting.
Dear Harry,
Hi! How are you doing at the Dursleys? I hope they aren't treating you too horribly. Well, I'm invited to stay at Ron's and I just wanted to write you in advance asking if you'll be able to come. I hope you can come! I'm guessing that you haven't read Ron's letter, yet, knowing him and his everyday use of procrastination. Oh, and I'll be leaving to Ron's tonight at Midnight, by muggle vehicle since mum and dad won't let me floo by myself. Hope you're having an OK summer!
Lots of Love,
Hermione xoxo
Harry laughed at the comment about Ron. Hermione knew them both too well. He moved on to bit messier-rolled parchment.
Harry,
Hi Harry! So, what do you think of my neater handwriting? It took a lot of practice and stressed hours of "practice, practice, practice" from Ginny, but I guess it's worth it, I swear, she has turned into some sort of…a control–pansy! Anyways, I asked mum and dad if you could come for the rest of summer and they said yes! So, let me know when you want to be picked up! Also, dad wants to talk to you in private so I just wanted you to know in advance.
Waiting Patiently,
Ron
Harry was taken aback at Ron's new handwriting. 'Leave it to Ginny to straighten Ron up, always thought it'd be Mrs. Weasley.' Harry thought absent-mindedly. His mind was on the part where Ron had mentioned Mr. Weasley wanting to talk to him….. 'Well, I'll find out soon'. Harry took out a felt-pen and two rolls of parchments.
Dear Hermione.
I'm having an OK summer, thanks for asking! You were right about Ron, well sort of both of your letters came at the same time. Bummer about you having to travel by muggle vehicle, hey, why don't you come to the Dursleys' and we can floo to the Weasleys' together? If you're coming then I'll expect you here at 8pm tonight. Hope you're having a great summer, except for the sugar-free part…. Write back.
Love Always,
Harry
And now to write to Ron.
Ron,
I'm glad that Ginny has worked you to your handwriting! Now, I won't have to struggle to read your handwriting. I'm just joking around! So, I'll be arriving at your place tonight at midnight, hopefully with Hermione… I know what your thinking and you have to tell her what you feel before the beginning of seventh year! Do you remember fourth year with Victor? Just hurry up with it! It's so frustrating having to see Hermione so clueless and you getting so defensive whenever some guy comes over and talks to her like he has an interest in her! You'd better, or else I'll stop helping with your Quidditch tricks!
Threateningly speaking,
Harry
Satisfied with his threat, he stuck the letters into Pig's talon, petted him and sent him on his way. After seeing Pig fly out of sight, Harry skipped downstairs and met with his uncle.
"Uncle Vernon, can I stay at the Weasleys' for the rest of the summer?" Harry asked.
Grunts came from behind the newspaper and then a reply, "Fine, whatever. But I'm not taking you there."
"I know, Ron and his dad will floo here. And if it's alright, could I have a friend come over and wait for Ron together?" Harry asked, hoping his uncle won't ask any further only to be crushed by his reply.
"Floo? Never mind. Who's your friend? Is it a she or he? Anyways, your friend better not be like that red-headed family you're staying with!" Uncle Vernon asked, his voice rising with every sentence.
"Her name's Hermione. She's a witch and she's muggleborn, meaning that she as used to muggle things just as much as you. She'll be staying here for 4 hours tonight, from 8pm to midnight, which is when we leave." Harry replied, slightly angered at the comment of the Weasleys.
"Fine. As long as she's got manners." Uncle Vernon said as-a-matter factly. "She'll be here by eight. Good. Alright, have her parents stay behind, I want to talk to them."
Harry, satisfied with his uncle's answer, trudged upstairs and started to pile all of his things in his trunk.
The rest of the morning and the afternoon, Harry busied himself with packing and straightening his room. Surprisingly, the hours passed by quickly, too quickly in Harry's opinion.
'Damn! It's a quarter to eight and I haven't even finished packing! Bloody Hell, where's my Potions books? AHA! Under my bed? Wait, okay, textbooks: check. Uniform: check, Hedwig: check, Pens: check and parchment: check. Wait, where's my dress robes? Oh, no. I remember buying a new set…..I tried them on in the bathroom and…. then I took them to- I didn't take them anywhere. The bathroom!'
Ding! Ding! 'The door, she's here early!' Downstairs, Harry could hear muffled greetings. He threw on a black logo shirt saying: "COLDPLAY RULES! (more than your boyfriend's garage band would)" and baggy denim jeans and rushed down, shocked at what he saw.
Hermione stood there, her hair resting on her shoulders, luscious brown curls and stood about 5'7". She wore a red halter spaghetti strapped top, tiny silver buckles studded the start of the straps and the end, with dark grey capris, a chain-belt hanging loosely around her petite waist, her shoes consisted of black with grey leather straps wrapping the top of the boots. She completed the look with a dark grey-denim jacket, a black scarf and a faded-black messenger bag which hung loosely off one shoulder. She had definitely changed. In a good way. Too bad he only felt for her as a friend.
"Hi, Harry!" Hermione's voice interrupted his thoughts. She flashed him a coded smile which he mentally translated, 'I can't stand another minute with my mum and dad fraternizing with your aunt and uncle, can we PLEASE go somewhere far away from them and your cousin, he's scaring me with that weird look in his eyes, h-he won't stop staring at me!' Harry chuckled slightly, hoping no one noticed.
"Hi, Hermione, y-you've changed! Wow, let's uh- catch up" Harry greeted and then added, "privately." He received an all-too eager nod, and grabbed her arm rushing out of the hallway and into his bedroom.
"Thank Merlin, Harry! I was sandwiched right in between your aunt, uncle, my parents and your weird cousin. He kept giving me these extremely frighteningly looks!" Hermione finished off, breathless and gasping slightly for air.
Harry nearly laughed at her weak state but held it back just in time for Hermione to take notice. "Well, don't worry about your parents, we'll be gone in a few hours. As for Dudley, well…just ignore him." He reassured her. Hermione brushed the problem off and for the next three hours, she told her side of the story of her summer and he explained his.
"OH! Harry, I forgot to tell you that there are rumors going on about a new transfer student coming to Hogwarts! Can you believe it? Transferring students from one wizarding school to another is against the Ministry District Guidelines! The ONLY other time it's been done was for protective detail for a student, a descendant of the umm-the- dammit! I can't remember! It started with an "L"…well, this year might turn out interesting." Hermione finished pondering, allowing Harry to do some sub-conscious thinking. But before he could get any further, Hermione's voice, once again, interrupted his thoughts.
"Harry! It's a quarter to midnight! We should get ready."
"Huh? Oh…right. Ok, let me get my trunk and can you get Hedwig?" After lots of dragging and pulling they made it to the chimney and waited patiently for Mr. Weasley to arrive.
10 minutes past midnight and everyone (Harry, Hermione, Mr. Granger (the Grangers were invited to stay at the Dursleys for the night, surprisingly they got along quite well) and Uncle Vernon) were growing impatient by the minute.
Suddenly, a loud boom and a small gather of dust was emitted from the chimney. Coughing and dusting clothing off, Mr. Weasley was the first to emerge followed by Ron.
Ron had definitely changed, his hair had tamed and turned a dark red color. Seeing as extra-Quiddtich practice had done him well, giving him muscle and a height of 6 feet. He lost the scraggly look, dressed in a grey shirt logo shirt reading: "Forget Nutrients! It's been recently proven (illegally) that Coke and other illegal drugs are as healthy as a Celery Stick!" and a pair of dark denim jeans, looked at his two best friends, taking in their changes.
Hermione was the first to break the silence. "Ron!" They exchanged a brief hug. Mr. Weasley! They exchanged an even briefer hug. " So, Ron, you've changed! You look great and well, I've missed you so much as well as Harry!" She motioned towards him and the cold silence had melted. They all flooed back to the Weasleys' and Harry and Hermione were bombarded with questions on their new appearances.
"Hermione! Is that you? Wow! What happened to you over the past month! I love your outfit!" Ginny proclaimed after asking Harry similar things.
"OY! Harry! Is that you?" George asked, shocked at what he saw in front of him.
"He should be! Well, he's got the scar" Fred pulled some of Harry's messy hair aside to reveal a lightening-shaped scar "Got the messy hair and the glasses, hey! Harry, did you get new lenses?"
"Hermione! Wow, your hair, I don't know, well, seems less um- bushy? I mean, I don't really know you that well but your hair looks well different!" Bill inquired which Charlie followed-up with comments on how strikingly attractive she looked, which Hermione blushed furiously at only to encourage Charlie's comments. It looked as if he fancied her and that just might be true. While, Bill stood by and played observing audience to.
And all night long Harry and Hermione were constantly cornered and sometimes, well, most of the time, rendered speechless to the various questions Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie and even Percy. Even when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley broke off the questions, they were only started again by more complicated ones. The questions had gone through supper and even as Harry and Hermione bid Good Night and separated to their respective bedrooms, which I might add, they shared; Hermione with chatterbox-Ginny, and Harry with Ron, George and Fred.
Author's Note #2:
Well, What do you think? I now it might seem extravagant in a few areas but cut me some slack! ok, PLEAZ REVIEW!
For those who are worrying, Alison and the new year will start in the next chapter or the one after that…I'm guessing in the next chapter…
Well, PLEAZ REVIEW! this is my FIRST STORY EVER and I need all the comments I can get! THANX!