Chapter 1-End of Summer
A/N Hey readers, this is my first story, so I want your comments, ideas and corrections, if you notice any spelling errors or wrong words. This is Hermione's fifth year at Hogwarts, and most of the story is written from her point of view (POV). All important Authors Notes will be here at the top of the chapters. Any other things like replies to your reviews will be at the bottom. Well anyway, here goes.
Disclaimer: Only the plot in this story is mine.
Hermione Granger stared out the window of her ordinary muggle house, but not paying any attention to what she was looking at. She was counting the days until she went back to Hogwarts, or at least to Wizard London where she would meet up with the Weaslys and Harry Potter at Diagon Ally to buy their school supplies. Just recently she had gotten the supplies list and that meant a whole other year with Ron and Harry at Hogwarts was starting within the week. Hermione was surprised that she hadn't received a prefects badge, but maybe the owl had gotten lost or hurt or sent out late, or she wasn't one at all (dun dun dun!). 'I wonder if the prefect is Ron or Harry' was her last thought before a sopping wet owl tumbled onto her windowsill (an odd happening, as it was not raining outside) and held out its leg(A/N I have a nickname, that is random, and the wet owl is just something random, it has no relevance to the story).
Hermione took the small package, and feeling its weight, proceeded to open it, shrieking with delight. Running down the stairs to show her prefects badge to her parents she stumbled, but quickly regained her composure before walking into her living room where her parents were practically glued to the television. Turning off the television she said, "I have an announcement to make," then after briskly clearing her throat, "I am a prefect!" With that her mother jumped off the couch and the two of them jumped up and down, shrieking with joy.
Once the pair of them had calmed down Hermione's father congratulated his daughter. Then her mother said, "I have to go call the family, they are going to be so proud!" and with a final squeal, kiss, and a bounce of bushy red hair was gone. Beaming radiantly Hermione practically waltzed back up to her room.
Hermione was having trouble sleeping that night; she was too excited about becoming the Gryffindor prefect. After trying to count sheep several times, Hermione looked at the clock and saw it was 9:30. She didn't feel like reading and she couldn't focus, so she went downstairs into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Passing the living room she heard a conversation going on with her parents, but that was nothing unusual. As she was filling up her glass of water yelling broke out in the living room. Being ever so nosy Hermione crept to the door to eavesdrop on them, not that this was necessary; their yells were loud enough.
"YOU CAN'T TELL HER, SHE WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND-" This was her father's voice.
"YES, BUT THEN WHEN WE DO TELL HER SHE WILL NEVER FORGIVE US FOR NOT TELLING HER EARLIER, SHE MUST KNOW THAT YOU ARE A WIZARD AND WORKING UNDERCOVER FOR THE MINISTRY-" This was her mother, her ever trusting mother, who hated lying to people.
"SHE CAN'T BECAUSE THEN SOMEONE MAY GET INSIDE HER MIND AND FIND OUT, NO ONE MUST KNOW ABOUT ME OR MY FAMILY, MY SISTERS, MY SISTER, DON'T YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO HER AND HER HUSBAND, AND NOW MY NEPHEW HAS TO LIVE WITH MUGGLES, MUGGLES FOR GOD'S SAKE-" Her father was yelling even louder now.
"FINE THEN, I AM AT LEAST GOING TO TELL HER THAT I AM A-"
"YOU MUSTN'T TELL HER ANYTHING, I LOVE HER AND I DON'T WANT HER TO GET HURT, PLEASE," Now her father was pleading; Hermione could hear it in his voice.
"Fine," her mother gave in, "But I will be giving her some of my dust for her birthday."
"Agreed, but you will have to tell her that you bought it somewhere."
"It's a deal," Hermione's mother said.
Hermione began to creep back upstairs to her room, not making a sound. But her father saw her movement. "Obliviate!" He yelled, but Hermione was too quick, she ducked and raced up to her room and grabbed her wand. Quickly she placed several locking spells on her door, some even from the sixth year curriculum. She put a magical fire on her floor and grabbed the floo powder from her trunk and threw it on it. She pushed her trunk on top of the fire, and sitting on top of it said, "The Burrow!" The next thing she knew she was in the Burrow.
Hermione pulled her trunk out of the kitchen fire and walked into the Burrow. She glanced around, but didn't see anyone so she walked over to the clock. Fred and George were up to no good, according to the clock and Ron and Ginny were practicing quidditch and Mr. Weasly was working late, and Mrs. Weasly was sleeping. 'Well, at least I know where everyone is," thought Hermione as she went to go find Ron and Ginny. True to the clock's word (or rather tock heehee) Ginny and Ron were out practicing quidditch in their small quidditch pitch.
"Hey you guys, come down here, please, I need to talk to you," Hermione yelled at them. They came down and Ron and Ginny both gave her hugs.
"Why are you here Hermione, not to be rude, but we weren't expecting you," Ron said to Hermione.
"Well, actually I don't want to talk about it, but I need to stay with you guys until school starts, and your father can't know that I am here, okay?" Hermione said. Ron's dad worked at the ministry and she was not going to take any chances of her father finding her.
"Okay, sure, why not?" Ron said, and then he saw tears in her eyes and was about to ask what he had done wrong when she spoke.
"Oh, thank you guys you two are the greatest, now, let's go hide my things," Hermione said.
Hermione slept with Ginny in her room that night. They had devised a plan that Hermione would stay in Ginny's room until Mr. Weasly was at work, and then she would come down and live through the day until Mr. Weasly came home, and she would be in Ginny's room. Ginny would come up promptly after dinner and give Hermione some food. Mrs. Weasly would know about Hermione, but she would be asked not to tell her husband until Hermione was gone. First Ginny asked her hypothetically if she would keep a secret from her husband if she was asked to, and upon her saying yes, was told the situation, she agreed hesitantly, but they were given her full word.
Hermione's stay with the Weaslys was uneventful.
A/N Hey readers, this is my first story, so I want your comments, ideas and corrections, if you notice any spelling errors or wrong words. This is Hermione's fifth year at Hogwarts, and most of the story is written from her point of view (POV). All important Authors Notes will be here at the top of the chapters. Any other things like replies to your reviews will be at the bottom. Well anyway, here goes.
Disclaimer: Only the plot in this story is mine.
Hermione Granger stared out the window of her ordinary muggle house, but not paying any attention to what she was looking at. She was counting the days until she went back to Hogwarts, or at least to Wizard London where she would meet up with the Weaslys and Harry Potter at Diagon Ally to buy their school supplies. Just recently she had gotten the supplies list and that meant a whole other year with Ron and Harry at Hogwarts was starting within the week. Hermione was surprised that she hadn't received a prefects badge, but maybe the owl had gotten lost or hurt or sent out late, or she wasn't one at all (dun dun dun!). 'I wonder if the prefect is Ron or Harry' was her last thought before a sopping wet owl tumbled onto her windowsill (an odd happening, as it was not raining outside) and held out its leg(A/N I have a nickname, that is random, and the wet owl is just something random, it has no relevance to the story).
Hermione took the small package, and feeling its weight, proceeded to open it, shrieking with delight. Running down the stairs to show her prefects badge to her parents she stumbled, but quickly regained her composure before walking into her living room where her parents were practically glued to the television. Turning off the television she said, "I have an announcement to make," then after briskly clearing her throat, "I am a prefect!" With that her mother jumped off the couch and the two of them jumped up and down, shrieking with joy.
Once the pair of them had calmed down Hermione's father congratulated his daughter. Then her mother said, "I have to go call the family, they are going to be so proud!" and with a final squeal, kiss, and a bounce of bushy red hair was gone. Beaming radiantly Hermione practically waltzed back up to her room.
Hermione was having trouble sleeping that night; she was too excited about becoming the Gryffindor prefect. After trying to count sheep several times, Hermione looked at the clock and saw it was 9:30. She didn't feel like reading and she couldn't focus, so she went downstairs into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Passing the living room she heard a conversation going on with her parents, but that was nothing unusual. As she was filling up her glass of water yelling broke out in the living room. Being ever so nosy Hermione crept to the door to eavesdrop on them, not that this was necessary; their yells were loud enough.
"YOU CAN'T TELL HER, SHE WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND-" This was her father's voice.
"YES, BUT THEN WHEN WE DO TELL HER SHE WILL NEVER FORGIVE US FOR NOT TELLING HER EARLIER, SHE MUST KNOW THAT YOU ARE A WIZARD AND WORKING UNDERCOVER FOR THE MINISTRY-" This was her mother, her ever trusting mother, who hated lying to people.
"SHE CAN'T BECAUSE THEN SOMEONE MAY GET INSIDE HER MIND AND FIND OUT, NO ONE MUST KNOW ABOUT ME OR MY FAMILY, MY SISTERS, MY SISTER, DON'T YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO HER AND HER HUSBAND, AND NOW MY NEPHEW HAS TO LIVE WITH MUGGLES, MUGGLES FOR GOD'S SAKE-" Her father was yelling even louder now.
"FINE THEN, I AM AT LEAST GOING TO TELL HER THAT I AM A-"
"YOU MUSTN'T TELL HER ANYTHING, I LOVE HER AND I DON'T WANT HER TO GET HURT, PLEASE," Now her father was pleading; Hermione could hear it in his voice.
"Fine," her mother gave in, "But I will be giving her some of my dust for her birthday."
"Agreed, but you will have to tell her that you bought it somewhere."
"It's a deal," Hermione's mother said.
Hermione began to creep back upstairs to her room, not making a sound. But her father saw her movement. "Obliviate!" He yelled, but Hermione was too quick, she ducked and raced up to her room and grabbed her wand. Quickly she placed several locking spells on her door, some even from the sixth year curriculum. She put a magical fire on her floor and grabbed the floo powder from her trunk and threw it on it. She pushed her trunk on top of the fire, and sitting on top of it said, "The Burrow!" The next thing she knew she was in the Burrow.
Hermione pulled her trunk out of the kitchen fire and walked into the Burrow. She glanced around, but didn't see anyone so she walked over to the clock. Fred and George were up to no good, according to the clock and Ron and Ginny were practicing quidditch and Mr. Weasly was working late, and Mrs. Weasly was sleeping. 'Well, at least I know where everyone is," thought Hermione as she went to go find Ron and Ginny. True to the clock's word (or rather tock heehee) Ginny and Ron were out practicing quidditch in their small quidditch pitch.
"Hey you guys, come down here, please, I need to talk to you," Hermione yelled at them. They came down and Ron and Ginny both gave her hugs.
"Why are you here Hermione, not to be rude, but we weren't expecting you," Ron said to Hermione.
"Well, actually I don't want to talk about it, but I need to stay with you guys until school starts, and your father can't know that I am here, okay?" Hermione said. Ron's dad worked at the ministry and she was not going to take any chances of her father finding her.
"Okay, sure, why not?" Ron said, and then he saw tears in her eyes and was about to ask what he had done wrong when she spoke.
"Oh, thank you guys you two are the greatest, now, let's go hide my things," Hermione said.
Hermione slept with Ginny in her room that night. They had devised a plan that Hermione would stay in Ginny's room until Mr. Weasly was at work, and then she would come down and live through the day until Mr. Weasly came home, and she would be in Ginny's room. Ginny would come up promptly after dinner and give Hermione some food. Mrs. Weasly would know about Hermione, but she would be asked not to tell her husband until Hermione was gone. First Ginny asked her hypothetically if she would keep a secret from her husband if she was asked to, and upon her saying yes, was told the situation, she agreed hesitantly, but they were given her full word.
Hermione's stay with the Weaslys was uneventful.