Chapter 2: Packing
A/N: A lot of this may not make sense at first, but it is kind of being told from the characters perspective, and right now it doesn't make a whole lot of sense to them either. I already have through chapter nine written and I will do my best to stay on top of the updates. Anyway, please leave a review. This is my first story, so no flames, however constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the below characters. They all belong to the world of Harry Potter so cleverly created by JK Rowling.
"Hermione, I was wondering if…What in the world are you doing?"
"Oh, hi mum. Umm, actually, I needed to talk to you about that. I umm, well, I actually won't be staying home this summer." Hermione said sheepishly. She had been putting off telling
her parents about her, Harry, and Ron's decision the week before. Seeing her mom was about to protest, she finished quickly, "You see, Ron's older brother is getting married this
summer so I am going to his house for a week and then I am going to be staying where I did the summer before my fifth year because I have to do a lot of research and stuff for next
year because I want to do really good so I want to be in a place that is magical because it will be easier for me to study and concentrate and practice some spells and stuff." Hermione
had never told her parents anything about what had really been going on these last few years. She hated lying to them and not telling them the truth, but she wasn't the smartest
witch of her year for nothing. She knew very well that if they had even the slightest clue what danger she had been in, let alone the danger she was about to face they would pull her
out in a second.
"Now wait just a minute young lady. Just because you are of age in your magical world does not mean you can just decide these things without getting permission from your father and
I. You are still not of age by our law."
"Please mum, this is really important to me." Hermione pleaded. She had no intention of staying, whether her parents gave her permission or not, but she figured it would be better if
she did get permission. "This is my last year mum. How well I do this year will determine what I can do in my future. It is extremely important that I am as prepared as I can possibly be.
Please mum?"
"Oh, fine, I guess. But you have to promise me that you will still come home at least once a week to check in with us. And I expect you to be home for winter holidays, no excuses this
year."
"Yes mum." Hermione hated deceiving her parents like that, but she didn't exactly say she promised. Hermione knew full well that she wouldn't be home this winter, but she would
tackle that hurdle later.
"Anyway, I came in here to ask if you wanted to join your father and I for dinner. We are going out to eat tonight."
"Sorry mum, but I have a lot of packing to do, maybe tomorrow night?'
"Alright, I love you. Do you want us to bring anything back?"
"No thanks, I've got it handled."
"Ok, we'll see you in a bit."
Hermione sighed as her mother walked out. That was easier than she thought it was going to be. Hermione looked around, trying to figure out how she was going to tackle her next
hurdle, fitting all of her books into her trunk. Even though they were all magically shrunken, they still didn't fit. Sighing, she got up and headed to the attic, figuring she could find some
old luggage up there.
As she got up into the attic however, she suddenly felt an odd presence. Quicker than lighting she whipped around with her wand out, only to find herself looking a something piled
under a sheet. She sighed. She hated how on edge she was, but she couldn't take chances. She began moving toward the pile, almost in a trance. She didn't know why, but all of a
sudden she felt the urge to go to it, to see what was under the sheet. When she pulled off the sheet however, she gasped. Sitting there, was an old Hogwarts trunk that looked like it
was about 20 years old. On the top, there were the initials D.S. Unable to resist the curiosity, she very carefully opened up the trunk, which revealed over two dozen books. Excited
Hermione began removing books. She was just about to remove the couple of books remaining when a white envelope caught her eye. Curious Hermione picked the later and gasped
when she read the back:
To Hermione Jane Black:
To be opened when you turn 17.
