"Hey mate. The train's almost to Hogwarts. You might want to get these
robes on," Dean teased as he shoved a ball of dark colored robe in his
friend's face.
The boy's face was buried in a book, Hogwarts a History, to be exact. His name was Henry, otherwise known as Hermione Granger. He looked up briefly, before turning back to his book. "Thanks Dean, but I think I'll pull them on later."
Dean shot him a puzzled look, before sliding open the compartment door. "Well, I guess I'll just have myself a walk around then. I've got some Wizard Cards to trade!"
Henry flashed Dean a quick smile as he slid the door shut. Perfect! Hermione quickly closed the book and tossed it into her bag. Then, after making sure that no one would catch her changing, she stripped down to her underwear. She sighed, as she wound a new strip of white cloth around her breasts. The fresh air felt so good while it lasted. Hermione's fingers trembled as she knotted the cloth, and pulled a T-shirt over her head. Why did she have to hide her feminine characteristics?
*"That boy had better not dare come back into this house!" Mr. Granger roared, sending a plate flying across the room. "Not while I'm alive!"
Hermione ducked expertly, bringing her breakfast of eggs and bacon down with her. The plate smashed against the wall, and shattered into a million pieces. Her father had been ranting and throwing objects around the kitchen for several days, ever since her brother Henry had disappeared. Mrs. Granger's head was in her arms, tears flowing from her eyes. Her eyes held no anger however, only sorrow and fear. And concern.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief at the silence. Her father had gone elsewhere to release his frustration and anger. She crept out from under the oak table, with her greasy, but empty plate. She was rinsing her plate under a stream of running tap water, when the owl swooped through the open window and into her hair.
After calmly giving her situation some thought, Hermione gave her hair a quick cut, and untangled the owl. She tipped some water into the bird's beak, and was about to let it back out the window, when she saw the letter. It was from Hogwarts, and addressed to a brother that just happened to be missing.*
She shouldn't of run away too, Hermione thought as she remembered to put her robe on over the shirt. But she had to escape the tension trapped inside her home! She decided that running away was the reasonable thing to do. Her parents would worry, though, and become even more upset. She knew she would eventually have to let them know where she was. She just hoped she would be able to stay at Hogwarts, and avoid seeing their reactions. Pretending to be a boy - and a wizard one at that - would not be easy on her, either. How would she hide herself every time she would have to change? How would she explain the bloodstained pads that would appear in the rest rooms each month? Hermione shook her head clear of the thoughts, as Dean's voice rang throughout the compartment.
"Hey Henry!"
The boy's face was buried in a book, Hogwarts a History, to be exact. His name was Henry, otherwise known as Hermione Granger. He looked up briefly, before turning back to his book. "Thanks Dean, but I think I'll pull them on later."
Dean shot him a puzzled look, before sliding open the compartment door. "Well, I guess I'll just have myself a walk around then. I've got some Wizard Cards to trade!"
Henry flashed Dean a quick smile as he slid the door shut. Perfect! Hermione quickly closed the book and tossed it into her bag. Then, after making sure that no one would catch her changing, she stripped down to her underwear. She sighed, as she wound a new strip of white cloth around her breasts. The fresh air felt so good while it lasted. Hermione's fingers trembled as she knotted the cloth, and pulled a T-shirt over her head. Why did she have to hide her feminine characteristics?
*"That boy had better not dare come back into this house!" Mr. Granger roared, sending a plate flying across the room. "Not while I'm alive!"
Hermione ducked expertly, bringing her breakfast of eggs and bacon down with her. The plate smashed against the wall, and shattered into a million pieces. Her father had been ranting and throwing objects around the kitchen for several days, ever since her brother Henry had disappeared. Mrs. Granger's head was in her arms, tears flowing from her eyes. Her eyes held no anger however, only sorrow and fear. And concern.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief at the silence. Her father had gone elsewhere to release his frustration and anger. She crept out from under the oak table, with her greasy, but empty plate. She was rinsing her plate under a stream of running tap water, when the owl swooped through the open window and into her hair.
After calmly giving her situation some thought, Hermione gave her hair a quick cut, and untangled the owl. She tipped some water into the bird's beak, and was about to let it back out the window, when she saw the letter. It was from Hogwarts, and addressed to a brother that just happened to be missing.*
She shouldn't of run away too, Hermione thought as she remembered to put her robe on over the shirt. But she had to escape the tension trapped inside her home! She decided that running away was the reasonable thing to do. Her parents would worry, though, and become even more upset. She knew she would eventually have to let them know where she was. She just hoped she would be able to stay at Hogwarts, and avoid seeing their reactions. Pretending to be a boy - and a wizard one at that - would not be easy on her, either. How would she hide herself every time she would have to change? How would she explain the bloodstained pads that would appear in the rest rooms each month? Hermione shook her head clear of the thoughts, as Dean's voice rang throughout the compartment.
"Hey Henry!"