A/N: Okay so just thought I'd add another chapter so whoever is kind of enough to read this story of mine will get more of a taste of it. No major plot lines here just a little more backstory I guess. Once I get some feedback I'll start to move along with the plot I suppose. So pleaseeeeeeee feedback. Anyone? Yeah? Please?
Disclaimer: HARRY POTTER IS YOURS. Except not.
He was my best friend. My first friend. That alone made me love him. It is a sad thing that most are fooled into believing that love can only be romantic. Well, I loved Harry Potter long before I knew what romance was.
Hermione held the old, yellowing parchment in her hands. She hadn't the faintest idea why, but recently she had come upon the habit of taking out her old Hogwarts letter. It was mad really. But somehow, it brought her comfort. Everything started with this letter. The good and the bad. The joy and the pain. Her life started with this letter.
"Good morning Hermione, dear" greeted Mrs. Weasley as Hermione entered the kitchen, "is Ginny up yet?"
The hint of doubt in Mrs. Weasley's voice was enough of an answer for the both of them, but Hermione shook her head nonetheless. "She's like a brick, that one. Can't faze her in the least. Sometimes I think she's worse than Ron," Hermione exclaimed, incredulously.
Mrs. Weasley looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before both women simultaneously shook their heads.
"Not possible"
"No, I didn't really think so either."
"Oh dear, it's already 9:00 and we haven't even had breakfast!" cried Mrs. Weasley.
Having pity on the ginger woman in front of her, Hermione agreed to have another go with Ginny while Mrs. Weasley went to wake up the boys. Seeing the fuming look on her red face, Hermione suddenly felt very sorry for the twins who unfortunately were her first stop.
From where she was standing, three flights below, Hermione could clearly hear echoes of "FRED! GEORGE! GET UP THIS INSTANT OR-
But what Mrs. Weasley would do the twins, Hermione never did find out because at that precise moment the portrait of Mrs. Black began her usual tirade of mudbloods and blood traitors staining her most precious house of Black. Sort of ironic considering.
On the whole, it was not one their smoother mornings.
Mrs. Black did, however, do an effective job in waking up the entire house, much to the pleasure of Mrs. Weasley. And much to the displeasure of Sirius.
"I swear to bloody Merlin I will find a way to remove that thing if it is the last bloody thing I do!" yelled Sirius angrily.
One hour, a portrait wrestling match, five waking children, and a grand meal of breakfast later, things were finally beginning to look up.
Everyone was back in their room doing last minute packing as Mrs. Weasley shouted up the stairs that the advanced guard had arrived and was ready to take them all to Kings Cross.
"Makes it feel that much more real doesn't it?" Ginny asked with seriousness. "I mean being here this entire summer, in the actual headquarters of the Order. Things still felt…normal. Crazily enough," she added.
"I know," Hermione replied back. "And I have a feeling things are going to be even more abnormal once we're back at school."
"How so?" Ginny inquired.
"Just look at the papers. They're all making Harry and Dumbledore out to be some sort madmen," Hermione explained heatedly.
"But you don't think people would actually believe all that rubbish do you?" Ginny asked, "I mean we all know of the Daily Prophet's less than qualified writing team."
"Well," Hermione smiled with an uncharacteristic gleam in her eye, "at least I helped them git rid of one bug in that system of theirs." Feeling like first-years again, both girls broke out into a fit of giggles over the unfortunate fate of one Rita Skeeter.
"Oi! When you two are finished, we'd like to get to Kings Cross some time in the next 10 years!" called an annoyed Ron from the doorway. "Girls," he distinctly muttered as he walked away.
Both girls rolled their eyes as they made their way out the door with their trunks.
"Don't mind him," said an amused Harry, "he just gets annoyed when girls laugh."
"Sorry?" questioned Hermione.
"He means Ron gets annoyed when he doesn't know why it is girls are laughing," amended Ginny with an air of exasperation, "he thinks it's some sort of mystery he'll never know the answer to or something. Please just accept him the way he is. It's what we've been trying to do all our lives," Ginny declared solemnly.
With that, she left the room with the air of someone who had been greatly bestowed with misfortune.
"Quite the little actress that one," Hermione shook her head with amusement, "well you ready to go?" she asked Harry upon seeing they were the only two left in the room.
"After you," he stated following her out. They made their way down the stairs amidst screams from Mrs. Weasley at the twins who had somehow managed to knock Ginny down Merlin knows how many flights of stairs with their trunks.
No, not one of their smoother mornings at all.