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Chapter 4

Harry

Summer. How I love that season. That summer, I moved from the Dursleys' to the Loskis', our good family friends in the US, because the Ministry found out hose they treated me at the Dursleys'. So I had a Granger-free, Dursley-free vacation with Bryce Loski, a boy a year older than me.

Or so I thought.

The Loskis are muggles. My mother, apparently, was really good friends with Patsy, Mrs. Loski, as kids. After my mother got selected for and went off to Hogwarts, her family moved and Patsy's old family moved in. The Evanses, my mother's family, left no notice of where they were, so my mother stayed with Patsy. The day after she turned 20, Mum got a notice that her parents had died, and that her sister, Petunia, got married. It was that day that her boyfriend of there years, a.k.a. my father, James Potter, proposed to her. She accepted and they got married a year later, before which Patsy moved to the US and got married. Two years after that, Voldemort blasted my parents, and well, you know the rest.

The first day there, Bryce warned me that his granddad was staying with them from then on and that he was pretty cranky, and that I should give him my newspapers after I was finished with them to earn his satisfaction because he loved any type of news.

"But the pictures in the Daily Prophet move!" I said. "Wouldn't he be freaked out?"

"Oh, no way," said Bryce. "He'll be fascinated. Like I said, he loves any type of news."

He was, indeed, fascinated. Not only because the pictures moved, though, but because the article about Hermione's tree incident made front page news at the beginning of the summer.

"Isn't her family's summer home across the street from us?" Chet asked (that's his name).

"Yeah," said Bryce.

My eyes widened. "Hermione l-lives across the street!" I exclaimed.

"Uh-huh," said Bryce. "She's real nice, not to mention a genius of a witch."

"Boy, do I know," I grumbled.

Bryce smiled. "This tree thing… sounds similar to Juli's problem a few years ago."

"Juli?" I wondered aloud.

"Baker," he answered. "My girlfriend of four years."

I nearly choked on my pumpkin juice. "She was in love with a tree, and you've been dating her?"

Bryce sighed. "Bro," he said, "you've got a lot to learn."

And he told me the most amazing story about how him and Juli; how much of an annoying show-off she was when, really, all she wanted was the kiss she thought Bryce was about to give her in second grade. (It was a misunderstanding.)

"So---so you're saying I should give the Lone Granger a chance?" I asked.

He frowned. "Granger? Is that what you said?"

"Yeah, her last name kinda fits doesn't it?" I smiled sheepishly. "Hermione Granger, the Lone Ranger…?"

"Yeah, I get it, but… isn't she Juli's younger sister? Hermione Baker?"

Hermione

Summer. The season in our US summer home, without Harry.

Or so I thought.

My one-year-older sister, Julianna, has been dating Bryce Loski from across the street, so Bryce comes over a lot. This time, he had a big surprise.

"Hey, Hermione!" he said, greeting me with a brotherly hug. "You beat Harry home."

My eyes widened as I broke away from Bryce's hug. "Harry!" I asked. "Harry Potter!"

"Yeah," he replied. "Didn't you know? The Ministry of Magic found out that the Dursleys were treating him nastily, so he lives with us now. My mom was good friends with Lily before that whole… massacre. Is he your friend or something?"

"Oh," I said, eyes cast down. "Sorta."

"I see," he said. "It was the same with me and Juli. You know, you should talk to her. She's better at listening."
I smiled. "Okay."

Bryce turned to look out our front window. "Oh, gotta go. Harry's here!"

"Bye!" I called.

"See you!" he replied.

I took his advice and went to Juli's room. "Juli?" I said through the crack in the door.

"Yeah?" I heard her say. She's been living here with my dad while my Mom lives in England to work, so she has a distinct American accent, like Bryce. (My parents aren't divorced.)

I entered her room. "What happened with you and Bryce a few years ago?"

She sighed. "To make a seven-year story short, I liked him and thought he liked me back, but he didn't. In 8th grade, though, his perspective changed after my tree incident and he liked me back. He planted that sycamore in the back. And now, we date."

Suddenly, the Daily Prophet owl flew into her window and dropped the latest edition on my lap. I put 5 knuts in the leather pocket attached to its claw and then glanced at the front page… at myself! I quickly covered it up.

"Hermione," Juli said authoritatively.

I pouted and reluctantly handed her the paper. She took one look at it and laughed. "This is such déjà vu." She smiled. "I think Bryce's granddad is going to force Harry to read this and then I just know he'll like you… not because you're famous, but because he'll realize that he didn't really get to know you.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"The same thing happened to me," she answered. "Not the emphasis on 'Harry' and 'this'."

I gaped at the article. I skimmed through it. Wow. It really knew me… if it was possible for a newspaper to know me… and in between that, it praised me--- a lot. I smiled. Harry liking me…. Sounded good.

A/N: YES, Bryce and Juli(anna) are from "Flipped". I decided to throw my plot around… PLEASE review. Even if this is SO not true to the series or the book, chillax because in case you didn't notice, this site is lol. No flames please.