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Post by Hermione J. Granger on May 22, 2012 16:44:00 GMT -5
Pigwidgeon flew inside the muggle house through Hermione's open window, stumbling onto her writing desk. The scops owl straightened himself and ruffled his feathers, simultaneously dropping a letter onto the floor. The young mistress of the room was nowhere in sight thus he started snooping around her desk, pecking at random papers and other various curious objects. When Hermione returned she sighed in exasperation at the little nibbler, but still gave him a treat before picking up the letter and skimming its contents.
All she wrote in response was,
[/i][/color][/ul] Shaking her head, she reached for a fresh scroll of parchment and wrote a brief inquisitive letter to the other member of their trio. [/i][/color][/ul] Not reminding him would have been blasphemous. Hermione attached both letters to Pig's leg. The owl hopped around for several seconds, not seeming please that he would have to stop at Harry's before heading home. Resigned, Pig stretched out his legs and set for his journey.[/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font][/color] |
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Post by Harry Potter on May 22, 2012 17:01:33 GMT -5
Harry slipped into his room having just spent a highly unpleasant twenty minutes in his uncle's red faced presence. Vernon Dursley had not taken kindly to someone from Harry's "lot of freaks" calling his house and then speaking as though he was deaf and mentioning a lot of highly ridiculous words like quidditch...whatever that was. Despite the anger and shouting, Harry was having a hard time keeping the grin from his face which aroused more anger and more shouting.
Once safely in his room, promising to explain to his "freaky friends" that they should never ever again call number 4 privet drive and forgoing a bland dinner, he slipped a few treats into Hedwig's cage and let his grin through, full force. Ron's dad had scored tickets to the quidditch world cup and there was nothing his aunt and uncle could say to keep him from going. That was one sorce of amusement. The other was just the sheer joy of hearing Ron try to use something so common place as a telephone and failing miserably.
He knew that news in the wizarding world traveled quickly (how could he be himself and NOT know that??) so when he saw Pig sitting on his desk with a proud look and an envelope tied to one leg, he knew it was from Hermione. He gave one of Hedwig's treats to Pig (Hedwig did not look too pleased) and sat down to read what was written. Still grinning, he began a reply.
Hermione,
My Aunt and Uncle were caught quite off-guard by Ron's call but I was highly amused. I had to skip dinner so that I wouldn't start laughing at the memory, but as we are all being forced to eat what's on Dudley's new diet, it wasn't too big of a loss. I still have some of the pumpkin pasties from your latest care package and Mrs. Weasley has sent some nice things as well so don't worry, I am eating. Better than Dudley for the first time in our lives.
Did Ron ask you about the world cup yet? I know you're not a huge quidditch fan, but Hermione this is the WORLD CUP!
Looking forward to seeing you whenever I can get out of here,
Harry
He did not answer the homework question.
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Post by Hermione J. Granger on May 22, 2012 17:18:48 GMT -5
Harry's reply came faster than she had expected. The brunette bolted from the window seat and hurried to take the letter from the snowy owl. While reading Hermione absentmindedly stroked Hedwig, just the way the owl liked it. She heaved an enormous sigh of relief once learning that Harry was fine. Now that the shock of what Ron did had melted away, she could not help but burst out laughing. Although in his defence, Ron was not used to muggle implements.
The part about the Qudditch World Cup made her frown. She remembered Ron mentioning it in one of his letters, but never to invite her. Hermione fumed silently to herself because although not keen on the sport, she would still have enjoyed the experience. Ron's earlier letter caught her attention and while re-reading it, she realised her mistake. Hermione had been so taken by his wrong-doing with the telephone that she missed the invitation.
A blush rose to her face and she made a mental note to send Ron another letter. In the meantime, she would reply to Harry's.
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Post by Harry Potter on May 22, 2012 19:57:09 GMT -5
Hedwig took her time getting back to privet drive. She was only allowed out at certain times, which was an improvement from the earlier years, but still she took all the time she could to get a little extra flight time. When she finally reached Harry, night had fallen and Harry was waiting by the window impatiently. He scanned Hermione's reply and promptly began writing one of his own. It wasn't like he had much to do at his aunt and uncle's.
Hermione,
You are the only person I know who does all their homework over the summer. Any normal person waits until the first day back at school...or on the train or something.
He was glad that Ron had also invited Hermione; he missed his best friends like crazy and an outing to the quidditch world cup was just what they needed to be able to spend some time together before heading back to Hogwarts. He continued writing with a bemused shake of his head.
And if you even try to send me a book that weighs more than you do, passing it off as 'light reading', I will ask Hagrid where Fluffy is now and feed it to him not read it.
Ron said that they would come get me as soon as they get an affirmative answer about the world cup. All I have to do now is casually remind my aunt and uncle that my godfather -- the mass murderer -- likes me to be happy, and my affirmative answer is guaranteed.
Do you know when you are getting to the burrow?
Harry
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Post by Hermione J. Granger on May 23, 2012 6:25:09 GMT -5
It was barely 10pm but Hermione was getting ready for bed. A loud rapping sound on the window pane caught her attention. She looked up and smiled to herself at the sight of Hedwig. The owl looked healthier and much content than she was early in the day. Hermione was confident that Hedwig was enjoying her time out of the cage. Giving the owl some treats, Hermione took the letter and sat down on her bed to read it.
[/u][/b][/color]![/color][/i][/ul] The emphasise on the word 'guilt' was not hard to miss seeing as it was bold, underlined and written in a different colour. As she wrote her next words, Hermione could not help but giggle. [/i][/ul][/color] She of course knew what he meant. Hermione and her friends had different ideas of what constituted a light reading book. [/i][/ul][/color] Again, she giggled and wondered if Harry would understand her homework reference.[/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font][/color] |
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Post by Harry Potter on May 23, 2012 8:07:22 GMT -5
When Hedwig returned from the Granger residence, Harry could see that she was tiring so he took the letter and gave her glossy white feathers a few loving strokes. "Thanks Hedwig. You can get some sleep now." As Hedwig retreated into her cage and tucked her beak under one wing, Harry sank down onto his bed to read Hermione's latest letter. Her words were like several punches to the stomach...not because of the actual words, but because he missed her so much.
Hermione,
My sleep tonight will be perfectly free of parchment and quills thank you very much. I'll probably dream of quidditch.
He thought back to the last letter he had received from Sirius a week or so ago, trying to remember what it had said. When he couldn't, he got up and retrieved it from his stack of letters under the bed. He re-read it, grinned, and then returned to his correspondence with Hermione.
Sirius is fine. He and Buckbeak love living on the move since neither of them is a very settled type. My only concern is with them moving around so much there is twice as big of a chance that someone will see him...and the muggles are on the look out for him too, not just the ministry of magic.
His scar gave a very sudden and very painful twinge, causing his quill to sort of dart across the page, making a small line near the bottom. He hoped Hermione wouldn't notice or ask about it. She always got so panicky anytime his scar acted up.
Can't wait to see you,
Harry
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Post by Hermione J. Granger on May 23, 2012 9:01:17 GMT -5
The following morning was glorious; the sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky. Stretching her limbs, Hermione jumped out of bed and went through her usual routine before running a few errands for her mother. At noon she had lunch in the back garden, although alone she still felt fulfilled. Hermione lay down in one of the garden chairs, her palid skin rapidly reddening from the sun rays. A small speck in the sky drew nearer. Predicting that it was Hedwig, Hermione propped herself up and craned her neck. Sure enough the snowy owl landed on the back of the chair and pushed her leg out for Hermione. She untied the letter and started reading, her smile broadening with every word...
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Post by Harry Potter on May 23, 2012 9:51:22 GMT -5
Harry spent much of the morning and afternoon cleaning his bedroom. He had woken before the sun, waited impatiently for his aunt and uncle to get up and had then asked about leaving their house early that summer to go see the quidditch world cup...only he carefully refrained from saying the word 'quidditch'. His uncle had been tongue tied for several minutes. He obviously wanted Harry out of the house as soon as possible, but saying yes would be giving permission for Harry to do something he enjoyed...something he and his wife and son had spent their whole lives trying to prevent.
Harry wasn't going to use Sirius as a way to get what he wanted if his aunt and uncle agreed right away but when they hesitated, Harry casually reminded them about his newly acquired godfather and they couldn't say yes fast enough.
And so now, he was eagerly awaiting Hedwig's return for two reasons. He always loved hearing from Hermione but he had to admit that it was kind of on the back burner in his brain currently. All he was thinking as he cleaned his room was that he was finally going to see a professional quidditch game with the people he loved the most in the world. And as soon as he sent off a letter to ron, he could leave. Hence the frantic cleaning.
But he paused the cleaning to take Hermione's letter from Hedwig and read it twice. His stomach dropped uncomfortably at the mention of the kiss. He said a quick silent prayer of sorts that he and Hermione had gotten to Sirius before it could be performed last year, and then he began writing.
Hermione,
I'M GOING! My aunt and uncle said yes...after a friendly little reminder about Sirius anyway. I'm sending Hedwig to Ron's with my good news after she drops this off so I should be heading to the burrow any day now!
By the way, how are your parents doing? I know they sometimes get lonely with you gone for such long periods of time.
He felt a twinge as he wrote these words. What he wouldn't give to have someone write those words to him...but they never would. Voldemort made sure of that.
I'll just buy new quills.
Harry
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Post by Hermione J. Granger on May 23, 2012 11:48:05 GMT -5
Harry,
That is brilliant! It will be so nice spending the last days of summer at the Burrow with you, Ron... and the other Weasley's of course!
That was not to say that she did not enjoy the time with her parents, but they did not share that special bond of magic. They were always eager to hear about the wizarding world even though at times it was difficult to explain certain things or concepts. Shaking the thought out of her mind she proceeded with her letter.
I sent my letter to Ron with yours. I hope you don't mind
... and more importantly she hoped that Ron would not get strange ideas.
My parents are fine, thank you for asking. Mother is planning the next batch of food to send your way.
She had to pause and laugh. Mrs. Granger was as bad as her daughter when it came to worrying; despite the fact she hardly new Harry.
It was harder in our first year. But now... well they seem to handle it much better.
I heard from Ginny the other day. She is quite excited too.
Hermione often wondered about Harry and Ginny but did not press the matter any further. She signed her name and attached the two envelopes to Hedwig.
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Post by Harry Potter on May 23, 2012 11:59:27 GMT -5
By the time Hermione's reply came back, Harry had cleaned and packed his entire room and was sitting on the bed, bored out of his mind. So when he saw Hedwig returning (it took her a bit longer than usual since she had detoured to the Weasley's house), he leapt to his feet and nearly pulled the letter free before Hedwig had even stopped moving.
He grinned eagerly and with great appreciation at the thought of more food from the Grangers. He was extremely grateful that Mrs. Granger sent him food all summer despite having really only met him that one time in diagon alley two years ago.
Hermione,
Thanks so much for the care packages; they're great! And it's even better because my aunt, uncle and cousin are baffled as to how I can skip so many meals without passing out from hunger. I swear, the only way I make it through the summers here is from torturing them.
He was a little happier than normal when he read Ginny's name but passed it off as just missing her like he missed his other friends.
Glad to hear that everyone is getting excited. Should be a good way to end the summer.
Harry
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Post by Hermione J. Granger on May 23, 2012 12:14:52 GMT -5
... A few days later
I still cannot believe it! We are going to the Quidditch World Cup. YAY!
Just to reassure herself, Hermione once again picked up Ron's letter and re-read it twice.
See you soon!Hermione
P.S. Fear not, I haven't forgotten about that book
OOC: Shall we consider this as done?
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Post by Harry Potter on May 23, 2012 12:19:08 GMT -5
Harry laughed out loud at Hermione's reply. He considered sending her another letter, but since Ron's latest letter lay open on his desk reminding him to be ready to go that evening, he didn't think it was too necessary. Besides, Hedwig looked like she might consider pecking him to death if he made her do too much more flying right now. "It's ok" he reassured the snowy white owl. "No more letters."THE END
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