Hermione's find
Hermione took the keys out of the ignition and combed through her hair. When she finished she was about to do her makeup when a couple of old hags walked by. They had on way too much makeup on. They walked around her car and one seemed to glance her way. Then she turned and started chatting with her friend.
Wasn't that just like old ladies. To gossip because they saw something they didn't like. Hermione's grandmother did that a lot, that's why Hermione didn't go over there anymore. Hermione laughed as she thought of one of the old ladies as her grandma. That's exactly what her grandma would do, especially if she saw her in this outfit.
Hermione got out of the car and pulled down her miniskirt as the ladies watched horrified. The look on their faces was so funny. They looked amazed at the same time though. They were probably jealous. Hermione knew she had a great body and she didn't mind showing it off, just like she used to be with her mind.
Hermione walked towards the frighteningly revolting door. It was a hideous shade of yellow. ugh. That was the color Hermione hated most. Hermione knocked slowly. What was wrong with her. Why was she so afraid? Maybe it was because of Harry's letter. It had made her very nervous.
Hermione had to show her parents the letter because she didn't know how to respond. They told her to invite him over, and hurry. Hermione guessed that they were nervous too.
She knocked on the door four more times very rapidly. Finally a pudgy blond-haired kid opened the door. She guessed that it had to be Dudley.
"Hi- um Dudley is it. Can I come in and...
"Cuddle with me. I'm so sorry baby, I don't even know you. Well, I guess we could get to know each other better in my bedroom." Dudley licked the top of his lip and grabbed her arm.
"Eww, no you sicko." Hermione said disgusted. She pulled away with one swift movement." I'm here to get Harry. Can you go tell him I'm here."
At that Dudley seemed to grow nervous and he managed somehow to stutter out. "Th-there is no H-harry Potter her. l-leave!"
Dudley started to shut the door, but Hermione stuck her foot in the door. She was growing madder every second. "You get me Harry right this second or I'll hex you. And my hex will be a lot worse than a little pig's tail. Got it!"
"Dad! " Dudley screamed, five of his chins moving with his mouth. "Dad! One of his kind is out here!"
A big bulky man came bounding out of the next room. She remembered him from the Hogwarts express. He always used to yell at Harry for something. "What did you say son? I was a little busy watching the Lynx game. They just scored too."
He looked over to Hermione, pretending not to have noticed her before. "Oh hi. I'm sorry, I already bought girl scout cookies from the last girl who stopped here. I bought all the thin mints I'll need for the year."
Hermione pictured the house filled with boxes, no crates of thin mints and the thought made her smile. "I'm sorry Mr. Dursley. You may not remember me, Hermione Granger. I'm Harry's friend. I've come to pick him up. He's coming to my house for the rest of the summer so if you could please go get him for me."
"I'm sorry. Harry doesn't live..."
"Do not try telling me Harry doesn't live here. Your son already tried to pull that one. Let me in now or I'll..."
"You dumb little bitch! You do not threaten ME!" He stepped forward and put his hand on the door. "Get away from my house or I'll call the police."
Hermione reached into her pocket and grabbed her wand. Vernon stepped back his eyes full of terror. "I am not afraid to use this. Fine, I'll come in and get him for myself."
She stepped in pushing the fatso out of her way. Vernon backed away while Dudley ducked his head and put it under his chubby arms. She thought he looked like he was about to suffocate from his own fat. 'They are so stupid.'
She walked past them and shot a sarcastic, "Thanks."
She walked through the first floor and didn't see him anywhere. She even checked the old cupboard that Harry had told her used to be his bedroom. What she did see on the first floor was a woman with a particularly long neck watching her, but strangely she didn't seem afraid, but looked more like she was remembering something. Hermione knew this must be Petunia, his Aunt.
Hermione walked up the stairs and opened the first door she came to. The room was very messy with toys all over and giant shirts all in a pile. She knew it had to be Dudley's room.
She walked over to the next room and opened the door to reveal a particularly dark and dreary room. There was curtains covering the windows and many Goth like art pieces. At first sight Hermione probably would have thought it was Harry's room, except for the green robe lying on the bed.
Hermione walked out and went right to the next door in the hall. She opened the door and was horrified. It looked like she was in some horror film. There was spots of blood on the floor that it looked like somebody had tried to clean up, but had done a half assed job on.
For some reason she knew it was Harry's blood and she was deathly afraid at what she may find next. She dearly hoped the next thing that she sees would not be a corpse.
he walked out feeling like she was about to be sick and walked to the last door of the only room she had not yet checked. She turned the handle slowly and took a deep breath. She opened the door and almost fainted at the sight.
On the floor, with plenty of blood around it was Harry's body. 'Can anyone live after losing that much blood?'
She walked over to the body and turned it over. The face was so pale, and he was so cold he had to be dead. Hermione started to cry. Suddenly she saw him shudder. He was alive! Hermione took her wand and put it on the open wound. She said a few words and the incision grew smaller and finally closed. Then she healed the other one. The incisions were gone, but Hermione knew he'd have the scars forever.
"Harry!" She called.
He moaned and turned towards her. She wondered if he could even talk, his kneck was quite swollen. Who would eve do something like that?
Hermione lifted him up and put his arm around her shoulder. Harry tried to take a step, but then winced in pain. He looked like he was going to cry. "Don't worry Harry. You've only got to get to my car."
She didn't even care that she was getting blood on her clothes. All that she knew was that she had to get him out of this house, right now.
Hermione saw the Durley's staring at them as they walked out. Hermione stopped suddenly. In a venomous voice she said. "I'll be back in a second to grab his stuff. You had better let me in."
At that they looked very scared. Hermione helped Harry into the back of the car so he could lay down, which was the first thing he did. She walked back into the house and ignored the Dursleys. She walked into his room she now knew was his. She waved her wand and everything on the floor went into his trunk. She guessed he wouldn't want to come back to get anything.
She waved her wand one more time which made Hedwig's cage come to her. Hermione hurried down the stairs and out of the house.
She set the trunk on the curb and opened the trunk of her car. She knew it wasn't big enough so she waved her wand which made it bigger. She lifted the trunk and put it in the trunk. Then she closed the trunk and grabbed Hedwig's cage.
Hermione went to the drivers side and sat down and then put the cage on the other side of her on the passengers seat. Hedwig seemed so quiet despite all that had happened. Hermione opened the cage, but Hedwig didn't move. "Go."
Surprisingly the bird didn't go out the window to stretch it's wings, but flew into the back and landed on Harry. It looked as concerned as she felt. She decided not to shoo the bird, but left it there to watch over Harry.
Hermione drove slowly so she wouldn't hit any bumps and wake Harry. She checked on him often. He hadn't opened his eyes since they left and Hermione felt a bit worried. He seemed to be stirring a few times, but it didn't happen. It was almost like he didn't want to awaken.
Hermione arrived home a half an hour later and was glad to see her father hadn't left yet for work. She parked behind his car and ran in the house to find her dad making coffee, which was the last thing he always did before he left. She walked up to him and almost started to cry, but she held it back.
"Dad can you help me? Harry was hurt pretty bad when I got there and he can hardly walk. He's in my car asleep at the moment. Can you help me get him in the house real quick before you leave, I can hardly do it myself."
"Of course. Is he okay? What happened?"
"Well, he's not quite okay, but I think he'll live. He may need our help for a while though." Hermione said, and her dad nodded.
They walked out to the car and Hermione awoke Harry, who shivered at the sight of her dad. 'What is going on with him?'
He finally agreed to let her dad help him in. Hedwig flew to the front and got in her cage. Hermione grabbed the cage and brought it in behind her dad. Her dad helped Harry into the house and to the couch.
"Um, dad. Do you really think Harry should be on the couch? How about I take the couch for the next couple of weeks and Harry can have my room." Her dad nodded and helped Harry up the stairs.
Hermione could tell her dad felt bad for him. He was being so gentle with Harry and he went slowly even though she knew he'd be late for work. But he didn't seem to mind.
Hermione kissed her dad goodbye when he was done and then brought Hedwig up to Harry's room. She set Hedwig down near Harry's head and opened the cage door. Hedwig flew over to the headboard.
Hermione looked into Harry's eyes which were filling up with tears. "Oh Harry, what happened? I can't believe you would do something like that. If you need me I'll be downstairs getting your trunk, just send Hedwig. Otherwise you can rest and I'll see you later."
Hermione kissed him on the forehead and then left the room. She walked downstairs and went outside. She noticed her car was parked in the street, her dad must have moved it. Hermione went over and grabbed her keys and opened the trunk.
Hermione grabbed the trunk and closed the car trunk. She then brought the trunk directly up to Harry's room. Harry's eyes seemed to brighten, then fade. He walked over and opened the trunk.
The first thing he pulled out was the picture book Hagrid had given him, but when he opened it there were no pictures in it. But then Harry went back in the trunk and pulled out many ripped papers that Hermione knew must be the pictures. A tear filled his eyes.
"Harry, it can be fixed. Don't worry. I'll fix them." Hermione said and put a hand on his shoulder. "Can you tell me what happened?"
He shook his head no. But Hermione kept prodding. "Can you tell me what happened the night you wrote me?"
He shook his head once again. Then in a scratchy voice he said, "Please.. I'd rather not talk about it."
"That's fine. But please tell me this, what happened to your throat. It's all swollen. I almost thought you couldn't talk at all."
"Uncle Vernon!" Harry said fiercely. "I hate that asshole."
"No, I'm sure you don't. He is your uncle." Hermione said, trying to calm him down.
"I do!" He screamed. "I do!"
"Okay. I guess you do. I feel so bad. Are you okay?"
"No." Harry snapped and he buried his head in his arms. She knew that she should leave, but she didn't want to. She opened the door and walked downstairs, too upset to do anything.
She sat on the couch and turned on the T.V, but there was nothing interesting on.
Hermione was surprised when Harry came limping down the stairs a few minutes later to apologize.
"I'm so sorry I snapped Hermione, but my summer's been very hard on me. I guess I'm glad it's almost over and that I'm here instead of at the Dursley's. I don't want to ever go back. So many things have happened over the summer that I just want to forget, but I won't be able to. Thank you so much for saving my life."
"You're welcome." She said and went over to give him a hug. He tried to pull away, but she held him tight. When she let him go she looked into his eyes and could tell he was still hurting. "Oh Harry, I just wish I could help you. I don't know what I can do.Just please know this: If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here for you."
"Thanks Hermione, that's all I need. You are the best friend I could ever have. " Harry seemed to calm down a bit. "I wish there was something I could do for you. You saved my life."
"You don't need to repay me, but promise me this: You'll tell me what happened someday."
Harry stood there thinking for a moment and then sighed. "Okay, someday."
"Good." Hermione smiled. "I missed you while we were on Summer vacation. I missed seeing you day from day."
"I missed you too!" Harry said, pulling her into another hug.