Hermione awoke Friday morning in a bit of a daze. She very vaguely remembered a dream from last night. It was hazy all around; no one was there. Then a dark figure crept out of the dense fog. She was startled when her alarm clock woke her up.
It was playing new music by the Weird Sisters.
She sat up on her bed, stretched, and went to take a shower.
Hermione lived in a one-story house with a small library across from her bedroom. It had several windows that spread sunshine throughout the home.
When she had cleaned up and changed into a dark purple blouse and black pants she headed out into her kitchen.
It was small with a refrigerator next to a freezer and across from that was a sink. There were granite countertops and a four-person table in the middle. Cupboards stretched all along the walls.
Sitting on the table already were some eggs, toast, jam, and coffee. Along with bacon and a bowl of cereal.
“What’s this?” Hermione asked the person sitting at the table.
“Just something I thought I’d whip up,” the person said.
“But you can’t cook.”
He lifted himself from the table and walked over to Hermione, giving her a tight hug and plotting small kisses on her neck.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have time to eat.”
She looked up at the handsome young man. He had devilish blue eyes and his hair was fluffy and blonde. He wore a green T-shirt with jeans and tennis shoes. He looked to be in his early twenties as Hermione was.
Hermione kissed him on the cheek, grabbed a piece of toast, and apparated to work.
The bookshop where Hermione worked was better known as Flourish and Blottes. She loved seeing all the Hogwarts students going in and out, buying what they need for school.
This particular day surprised her. Someone had just walked into the store, but wasn’t a student. It was too early in the summer for students to come in anyway.
“Hey, Herm,” someone called from the door.
Hermione turned around only to confront Lavender Brown
“Lav! How have you been?”
“Same as usual. I came in to pick up some books though.”
“What else would you find in a book store.”
“Good point. Anyway, I’m looking for a book called What to do When You’ve Found The One.”
Hermione laughed and Lavender looked at her crossly.
“Sorry, it was funny.” Hermione went to the bookshelves and started sorting through them, trying to find the one Lavender wanted.
“So, have you found anyone?” Lavender asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“Actually, yes I have.”
Lavender hadn’t expected this answer from Hermione. She had never pictured Hermione as the dating type.
“So, who is it,” Hermione opened her mouth to answer, but Lavender cut her off, “Is it Draco? No wait, Ron.”
Hermione made a grunting noise that told Lavender that she was wrong.
“How ‘bout Harry?”
Hermione had never thought about Harry until Lavender mentioned his name, then she scowled. She still never forgave Harry since they left Hogwarts.
“No. Aw poo. You two would have been cute together.”
Hermione came over to Lavender and placed the book in her hands, “Well, it was nice seeing you again, Lav, but I need to get back to work.”
“Hey wait. Herm, I’ve got these tickets to a play tomorrow night,” Hermione turned to look at Lavender with a very confused look hanging on her face, “No, not like that. My boyfriend had to cancel at the last minute so I’m stuck with an extra ticket. You want to go?”
A grin came upon Hermione’s face. She nodded her head then wrote down her address and Lavender raced out the door.
Harry slumped out of his bed and down the stairs, not realizing that he had practice. He slowly cooked up some breakfast and lazily sat in on of the chairs that occupied the large table.
Harry was still living in Sirius’s house, though Sirius had moved out. The rooms were very spacious and furnished as if it were a castle with butlers and all the perks.
But poor Harry, he had no one to share it all with.
He hadn’t kept in contact with his friends, except for Ron of course. He had obtained Ron and his girlfriend, Arianna; Top Box seats at his Quidditch game against the Chuddley Cannons. He honestly wasn’t sure whom Ron would root for.
But first things first. Parvati was taking him, Seamus, and another one of her friends to a play later that night. Harry didn’t know who to dress or who the other girl was. He was sure that Parvati was trying to set him up though.
Harry looked up at the clock and his eyes widened. He was supposed to be at practice in ten minutes! Harry wolfed down his breakfast, raced up the spiral stairs *which is hard if you’ve ever tried it*, and apparated to the stadium.
When he arrived the team was already racing around the field, all on Firebolts. Harry looked up into the stands and saw Kinzlee Skeeter, Rita Skeeter’s sister. Unfortunately she was just as annoying as her older version, and loves to print the same exposes like her older sister.
As soon as Kinzlee saw him she bolted out of her seat and was down on the ground faster than you could say ‘Quidditch’. Trying his best to stay out of the spotlight, Harry hopped onto his brand new Starlight, the fastest model of racing brooms yet, and flew up into the sky.
Instead of using the snitch in practice, Harry used a remembral; it was bewitched so that it could fly. Though it didn’t have a mind of its own.
“Hey, Harry, you finally made it,” called one of Harry’s teammates from below him. He had light brown hair and steel gray eyes.
“Yeah, I woke up a little late this morning.” The young man flew up to Harry. His name was Yvonne Davis, he was a catcher for the England team.
“Well, you better get started practicing, we got a game coming up soon.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Harry, of course, already knew that there was a game. Yvonne just liked to remind everyone about things. It was as if he thought that they were like Neville Longbottom.
Harry searched around for the remembral when something in the stands caught his eye. Ron was standing there, waving at him like a maniac. All of a sudden, all his friends were coming back. After five years? A girl, whom Harry didn’t recognize, was standing next to Ron, holding his arm.
Harry flew over to them, but not leaving the stadium, they were in the front row anyway.
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked, a smile growing on his already adorable face.
“You ask that like it’s a bad thing,” Ron said, looking hurt.
Harry laughed, “You know what I mean.”
“We just came to watch you play,” Ron said gesturing to the girl next to him.
Before Harry could ask who she was, the girl held out her hand.
“I’m Arianna Starogan.” Harry was surprised; she had an American accent.
“Harry, look out,” Ron said nearly screaming it at him.
Harry looked at Ron with a perplexed look on his face. Ron pointed behind Harry and he turned around. But it was to late. Even though the snitch was fake, the other balls weren’t, including the bludgers.
And, to Harry’s unfortunate luck, a bludger came a hit him upside the head. Nailing his scar. Harry kind of wobbled on his broom for a moment, then just tipped off it.
“Harry, wake up,” Parvati’s voice came in clear. As Harry flickered his eyes open her hazy figure came into focus.
Harry sat up and clapped a hand over his head. He had one of those headaches where when you get up you feel like you’re going to faint *I had one of those just now, I almost collapsed on my stairs*. Harry, very shackely stood up, his head feeling like it had just been operated on. He wobbled for a bit, then fell to the grass, landing on his hands and knees.
“Come on, Harry, get up. You’re not usually like this,” Parvati told him.
“Lay off, Parvati,” Ron said in an almost over-protective tone, “He just got nailed by a bludger.”
“Oh,” Parvati said in shock. She went over to Harry and knelt down by his side, “Help me, Ron.”
Ron nodded and bent down to Parvati’s level. They each gripped one of Harry’s arms, put it over their necks, and lifted him.
His feet wobbling while walking, Harry, led by Parvati and Ron, made his way to his house.
“Maybe, we shouldn’t apparate him home, he might not make it in this condition,” Parvati said. Ron nodded his head again.
Arianna was sulking a ways behind them. (Maybe, their friendships are stronger than I thought. Well, as long as no one loves another we shall prevail.) she thought.
“Do you think he’ll be all right?” Parvati asked Ron as they hoisted Harry onto his bed.
“Yeah, he just needs to rest,” Ron whispered back.
They left Harry alone for a little while as he slept. And as he slept, he had the weirdest dream.
It was, dark with a hint of a winter frost. The ground below Harry was covered in a red liquid. There was a muffling sound behind him and he swerved to come face to face with absolutely nothing. Another sound came from behind him again and he turned, still nothing.
Then came a voice, familiar, horrible. “Your precious Potter won’t save you now, he’s done with, finished.”
“What are you talking about. He’s not gone.” Another familiar voice.
“You should learn to pick your friends better little girl, you never know when they’ll desert you. I thought that you of all people would know.”
“LIAR!” Harry heard a small gasp for air. She was crying.
“DON’T call me a liar little girl. You know nothing of what I’ve been through. You know nothing of what that Potter’s done to me!”
Harry heard a scream, and then there came an over-whelming green flash.
Harry woke up, close to screaming himself. Who had they been? He glanced over at the digital clock on his nightstand. He had exactly half-an-hour until the play began.
Harry scrambled out of bed and picked out his best suit. It was like every other tux the world has seen. Black with a white shirt underneath. He quickly pulled it on and ran downstairs.
Parvati was sitting there with Seamus.
“Finally. Sleep well?” Seamus asked.
“Like a baby,” Harry replied. He didn’t want to tell them about the dream, more like nightmare.
“Well. We had better get going or we’ll be late,” Parvati said, “Oh, Harry, muggles will be there so no magic got it.”
Harry glumly nodded. He hated these muggle get-togethers; they reminded him of the Dursleys.
“Now, Candy is going to meet us there.” Parvati walked over to Harry, straightened his bow tie, and they all apparated about a block away from the theater.