Impossible Possibilities

Chapter 14

Year 2 Chapter 14

*Hermione’s POV*

          I woke up grinning for no reason. When I looked out the window I noticed the sun was barely up, why was I up? And that’s when I heard it.

          Grimacing as I crawled out of bed I tiptoed down the stairs and looked through the tapestry to see Fred, George, and Ron being yelled at by Mrs. Weasley and Harry standing by them awkwardly.

          “Harry,” I grinned as I jumped down the stairs to hug the baffled Harry. Yes, it was WAY too early to be this enthusiastic, but Harry was here!

          “Hey Mione,” He grinned as he hugged me back. Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips for the time being.

          “When did you get here?”

          “Just-“

          “A few moments ago, actually,” Mrs. Weasley snapped, “Someone,” She gave a pointed glance at a sheepish Ron, Fred, and George, “decided to go get Harry with the flying car,”

          “Oh,” I spoke quietly, “Well, Mrs. Weasley, what’s for breakfast?”

          Mrs. Weasley perked up instantly. That woman really loved cooking, I can say that much, “Why, Hermione dear, why don’t you come see for yourself?”

          I shrugged, “Sure, I’ll help you set up the table,”

          “That’s really kind of you dear,” Mrs. Weasley gleefully spoke as she turned around and headed back to the kitchen. I gave each of the boys a meaningful glace.

          “You owe me,” I mouthed and they nodded quickly as I turned and scurried into the kitchen.

          “Man, I love that girl,” Ron whispered and I rolled my eyes.

          Sure you did, Ron, sure you did.

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          “Okay, you lot, take a handful of floo powder, you first Hermione dear,” I grabbed a handful but Ron interrupted.

          “But mum, Hermione’s never used floo powder before,”

          “I think I can manage Ron,” I spoke, rolling my eyes.

          “Okay then, Hermione dear, please go,” Hermione nodded and positioned herself in the fireplace.

          “Diagon Alley,” I yelled and threw the floo powder onto the ground. I came out of a fireplace in Madame Malkins and I dusted myself off. Well, might as well buy new robes now.

          After paying for my new school robes I made my way out of the store to see Harry being dragged by Hagrid, “Harry, Hagrid,” I called.

          “Why ‘ello there ‘Mione,” Hagrid gruffly stated.

          “Hi Hagrid, come on Harry, Mrs. Weasley is looking for you. Bye Hagrid,” I waved and he waved back. Harry and I made our way to Mrs. Weasley and she smiled at Harry.

          Harry and the twins started whispering about Knockturn Alley when Mrs. Weasley clapped and said, “Alright, everyone, to the bookstore!”

          “Mum,” Ron asked, “How are we going to afford all of these books?”

          “Oh we’ll manage,” I smiled sadly and made my way into the store to see blinding lights and a smiling Gilderoy Lockhart. The Gilderoy Lockhart who is a fraud.

          “Why, isn’t that Harry Potter?”

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          “Harry, I don’t think we should use the flying car,” I anxiously stated and Ron rolled his eyes.

          “Come on Hermione, it’ll be perfect,”

          “Ron, I think we should wait-“

          “Why aren’t you three on the train to Hogwarts?” I straightened up at Mrs. Weasley’s voice.

          “The platform closed up when we went to go through,” I spoke honestly and Mr. Weasley was shocked.

          “We’ll have to inform the Ministry on that one we will…”