Chapter one: The Quidditch Tickets
In a town outside of London, in suburban area, there is a two story brick house; with an average modern age family living inside. This completely average family consists of a mother, a father, a daughter, an adorable widowed grandmother, and a perfectly groomed poodle.
The mother and father of the house in question have respectful jobs, as dentist; and the grandmother will either spend her days watching some crime investigation show or baking apple crisp pies in the kitchen.
However there is something 'unaverage' about this family, the daughter, Hermione Granger. She was a witch, that's a spell casting, chant saying witch; and to top it all off she went to special school for people like herself.
Hermione went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where she and her fellow students learned how to use and do their magic properly; and she couldn't wait until September when school starts back even though summer holidays just started three days ago.
Don't get her wrong Hermione loved family more than anything, but she wanted to get back to school where she new all of her classmates and herself would safe. You see there is a dark wizard trying to take over the magical world and make the muggles non-inexistent. Muggles our non magical people and some wizarding families absolutely detested them for no reasons at all accept for that they are different in their eyes.
These dark magical families hated with more passion the kind of witches and wizards that Hermione is, muggle born. That's when a muggle a family has a child with magical powers; but wizarding families saw that a disgrace and unclean one with 'dirty blood' mud bloods they called them.
Hermione tried not to hate those people, actually she pitted them more anything for their small mindedness; but she couldn't let herself think of all that right now she to much going on inside head at the moment.
"Decisions, decisions, said Hermione Granger to herself, what to do what do". She finished holding a two letters one in each hand. "Either stay here a few extra days or with Victor". She mumbled while reopening the letter the boy named Victor had sent her, it read.
Hermione,
I am still waiting for your answer to whether you come with me or not. I know you're not that big of a Quidditch fan, but I would really like to have you there at the match against Brazil on Saturday. Feel free to invite your friends as well the teams have special group boxes for family and friends. So write back before Thursday with an answer and how many tickets you'll need.
Victor Krum
Hermione decided to go with him since it had been nearly two months since the last time she went to one of his games, because she was to busy with the owl exams. But those were over so now she could spend time with her boyfriend, well sort of her boyfriend she hadn't really told any of her friends yet accept for Ginny Weasley, and her family. She didn't really know how her best friends Harry and Ron would take the news. Well Harry wouldn't take it quit as bad as Ron would Hermione already predicted that.
"But I suppose I can't keep it a secret from them forever". She said petting her poodle, Snickers. Than walking over to her desk and picking up ball point pen, and wrote to her good friend Harry.
Harry,
I was thinking it would do you some good to get out of your aunt and uncles house for day, and come with me to a quidditch match. You see Victor asked me to go with him to one of his games this Saturday and told me to bring some friends and you were first in my mind.
Your Friend, Hermione
Then she opened the other letter she had had in her hand feeling a little guilty about going to the quidditch game; but she had stayed with Ron last summer and the one before that and she couldn't really be expected to stay at the Bureau during every holiday.
She got out another piece of parchment and wrote,
Dear Ron and Ginny,
We've all been invited to a quidditch game or match whatever their called you're invited and I hope you can make it. It might actually be fun unlike the last one we all went to together. Anyways write me back as soon as possible so I can tell victor the amount of tickets we'll need.
With Love Hermione
Hermione tied the both letters unto the owl that had brought victors letter; hoping that Ron wouldn't be upset about her sudden change of mind. "Be sure they respond soon alright, because I need to tell Victor weather or not my friends will be joining us soon, alright. The handsome owl hooted in an understanding response and flew out the window Hermione had just opened.