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Mr. And Ms. Riddle
Chapter Three: Meeting a Malfoy and Mental Hospitals
Saying Hermione was annoyed was an understatement. Hermione was sat in a puffy ugly dress in August. This particular August day was the hottest day it had been in weeks!
Hermione decided to crack open her potions book, while her parents were shopping for uniforms with Professor McGonagall.
"UMPHHH" Hermione heard someone hit the ground and immediately looked up from her book. She also noticed that the table she was sitting at fell. Hermione looked over to see a blond boy laying there clutching his nose for dear life.
" Are you okay?" Hermione asked him.
" I'm fine." The boy groaned.
" No, you are not! Your nose is bleeding and you look like your in pain." Hermione replied.
Hermione grabbed a tissue out of her bag and gave it to the boy.
"Thanks." He uttered.
" I am Draco Malfoy by the way." Draco bragged as he got up.
Hermione immediately berated herself for helping him. She had met many boys that had that certain tone of voice. They normally were pampered princes that acted like brats.
Hermione sucked up her feelings and held her hand out and introduced herself.
"I am Hermione Granger"
" I have never heard that name before are you from a pureblood family" Draco questioned.
" What is a pureblood?" Hermione inquired.
" Oh. Well then, get lost mudblood." Draco drawled, as he tried to shove her.
" Hey don't talk to her like that!" someone shouted.
Harry Pov.
When Harry awoke he was in what looked to be a hotel room. He could smell bacon from his current position on a couch.
" Harry, my name is Rubeus Hagrid, and I work at the school you will be attending." Hagrid said while walking over to Harry with a plate of bacon.
" How do you know my name? Also, I didn't know you worked at St. Brutus's School." Harry accused.
"Muggles." Hagrid growled before continuing, " I work at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And, you're famous in the wizarding world."
" Hate to break it to you but, witches and wizards do not exist, as well as I am not famous. Do you need to go to a mental institution?" Harry sarcastically explained.
Hagrid did not seem to understand Harry's sarcastic tone. Too bad. " A MENTAL WHAT!" Hagrid shouted.
Harry did not know mental hospitals played such an important role in Hagrid's past. See, when Hagrid was accused of opening the chamber of secrets and killing a girl, the headmaster at the time suggested he go to a mental hospital. Hagrid heard the school nurse call it a mental hospital a mental institution.
"What's your problem with a mental hospital? It sounds great from what I have heard." Harry questioned.
" How the heck can a mental hospital sound great! Look, Harry, you don't what to go to a mental hospital. I need a pint of beer, so let's head to diagonally." Hagrid sated.
"What's this guy's problem?" Harry thought as Hagrid lead him towards this 'diagonally', " He did not even answer my first question about me being famous. The only thing I could be famous for is my amazing diction."
" We're here," Hagrid said, interrupting harry's thoughts.
Before Harry could say anything a bit of paper was put in Harry's hand and Hagrid speed toward a building.
"What is this guy's problem, I mean, leaving a kid alone in the middle of who knows where?" Harry mumbled to himself.
Harry decided to look at the piece of paper hagrid had given him.
"A school supply list, interesting. Why would I go to Hogwarts anyway? I was completely happy going to St. Brustus's School. Also, why did he leave me a key?" Harry muttered.
" Ughh!" Harry heard someone say somewhere from behind him.
Harry turned around to see a blond boy shoving a girl.
" Hey!" Harry shouted while he ran toward him…
Muahahaha. You will have to wait for the next chapter to find out what happens next.
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