Harry Potter - A harmione way of story

Chapter 20 : Chris Granger

 Last Chapter : Her words were cut short, as Harry's gaze drifted towards the person who came suddenly and stood next to Hermione very closely.

It was a boy. It looked like he was a first year. He was not as tall and muscular as Ron , but also not as scrawny as Harry. He had a raven hair swept along his side suiting his face which made him still more handsome. His eyes were brown not too dark brown , but it was almost ... if looked into his eyes , it could bring your deepest secrets to the surface. He had this grin stretching from his ear to ear. He came and stood beside her and placed his hands on her shoulder.

Both Ron and Harry looked back and forth to him and Hermione. Hermione was smiling sheepishly and nervously fidgeting in the place.

"Err--- I believe you both have met my brother Christian Granger known as Chris.

Present

"Hi Harry ! Hi Ron ! My sister has told a lot about you both" the first year told and shook their hands.

"Wattlebird" ,  the portrait of the fat lady swung open.

Chris entered first and went into the first year dorms after bidding them good nights to the trio.

"Bloody Hell ! Why didn't you tell us about him Hermione?" , Ron was shouting at her the next instant Chris went into his dorms.

"Was that so much important?", Hermione huffed.

"Yes, Hermione it is. I mean you are our friend for more than a year and we haven't even heard about your brother", Harry spoken for the first time after all the scene happened there.

"Of Course , We haven't even seen him with you in the Diagon Alley" , said Ron.

"Listen Harry, Ron, We both have a lot of history back since our childhood. And a lot of things Chris was not ready or okay to share with others. You both can learn about him when he feels ready to share with you both.

Also , for not mentioning him I don't know that whether he will be a wizard or muggle? . I don't want him to get caught in the middle of this world if he was a Muggle. That's all you both can get from me. Good Night both of you", she said and whirled to her room.

Unknown to say what next both the boys climbed the stairs and went into their rooms to spend their first night back at Hogwarts .

he next day, however, Harry barely grinned once. Things started to go downhill from breakfast in the Great Hall. The four long house tables were laden with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, mountains of toast, and dishes of eggs and bacon, beneath the enchanted ceiling. Harry and Ron sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione, who had her copy of Voyages with Vampires propped open against a milk jug.

"Morning", said Hermione more enthusiastic than last night.

"Good Morning Trio", another cheerful voice revealed to be Chris. He then sat next to Hermione after ruffling her hair.

"Chris" she said trying to sound serious but, giggled at the last.

"Mail's due any minute - I think Gran's sending a few things I forgot."

Harry had only just started his porridge when, sure enough, there was a rushing sound overhead and a hundred or so owls streamed in, circling the hall and dropping letters and packages into the chattering crowd.

"Errol!" said Ron, pulling the bedraggled owl out by the feet. Errol slumped, unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red envelope in his beak.

"Oh, no -" Ron gasped.

"It's all right, he's still alive," said Hermione, prodding Errol gently with the tip of her finger.