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Format: Short story
Chapters: 6
Word Count: 7,685
Status: WIP
Rating: 12+
Warnings: No Warnings
Genres: General, Humor, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, Fred/George, Ginny
Pairings: Ron/Hermione
First Published: 01/29/2006
Last Chapter: 06/01/2006
Last Updated: 06/01/2006
Summary:
What would have happened if Voldemort never came to be? Where would that leave the Potters and Weasleys? And what about Hermione? My idea on a Voldemort-free world. Begins on the night that Voldemort would have killed James and Lily… if he existed. My first fic.. I hope you like it!
Chapter 2: “Hi. My names Hermione.”
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Five years had passed since that dinner at the Potter Manor. Ron and Harry had become virtually inseparable, just as Lily had expected. In this particular summer day, Harry was playing with Ron, Fred, and George at the Burrow.
“Mum,” the now seventeen-year-old Bill asked in the Burrow kitchen, “can Charlie and I go down the village?” The Weasleys lived on the Outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole.
“I suppose. Would you mind taking the twins, Ron and Harry? I need them out of my hair for a little while.”
Charlie groaned. “Mum...” he started, before Bill interrupted him, saying “Aww, come on, Charlie, it’ll be fine. Besides, since when has it become un-cool for a fifteen year old to be seen with his younger brothers?” Charlie scowled.
“Fine.” Bill smiled triumphantly. The two brothers walked out to the yard, where Ron and Harry, now six, were having a gnome-throwing fight against Fred and George, who were winning.
“Whaddaya want?” Fred asked.
“We’re going to the Muggle village,” Bill said, “Want to come with us?”
“Yes!” the four boys said in unison, and the Weasleys and one Potter walked down to the village.
Hermione Granger was not your ordinary six-year-old. Sure, she enjoyed playing with toys and running around with her friends, but her favorite pastime was reading. She had the knowledge of the average ten year old, and spent more time reading than anything else. On this particular day, Hermione and her parents were leaving their suburban home in Ottery St Catchpole to go downtown and buy Hermione new books and clothes for school; she was starting first grade in a month.
“Oh, look, Mummy, there’s a new book display at Scarlatti’s Books! Can we go in there, please, please, please?” Hermione begged.
Mr. And Mrs. Granger immediately obliged. As soon as they walked in, Hermione ran up to Frank Scarlatti, the owner of the store, and hugged him around the legs. “Hi Frank!” she exclaimed.
Frank, who nearly toppled over at the shock of having a child run into him, quickly recovered. “Hello, Hermione,” he said. He then turned to her parents, grinning. “Eric, Mariana, I don’t know how you did it, I wish my daughter loved books this much.”
“I don’t know how we did it either, honestly,” Mr. Granger said.
“Frank! Frank!” Hermione said, “ I saw your new display in the window! Can I look at it?”
“Yes, but you can’t dominate it this time” he said, grinning again. “There are other people in here today.” He pointed to a tall red-haired boy and his brothers.
Hermione sighed. “Fine,” she said, slightly disappointed.
She walked over to the display, which was blocked by the red-haired boys. “Excuse me,” she said. The tallest quickly turned around, didn’t see anyone, and then looked down.
“Oh, hello. Can I help you?” he asked.
“Well, yes. You’re blocking the display.”
“Oh!” The tall boy chuckled. “Of course,” he said, as he moved to the side.
“Thank you,” Hermione said happily, as she bounded forward, picked up the thickest book, and sat down and began reading it.
The red-haired boy looked at his brothers; the next oldest promptly snorted with laughter, until he was signaled to be quiet.
“Excuse me,” the oldest boy asked, “how old are you?”
Hermione didn’t look up. The boy repeated the question… six times.
She finally looked up. “Oh! Were you talking to me?” The boy nodded. “I’m six, but I’ll be seven in one month and ten days,” Hermione said, and continued to read her book.
The two youngest boys quickly goggled at her. The one boy without red hair piped up and said, “You can already read big people books?”
Hermione looked up and said, “Yes,” as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“That’s really coo—well, weird,” the youngest red-haired boy said.
Hermione looked up, not happy. “Just because I can read doesn’t mean I’m weird. My mummy says I’m just extra intelligent.”
The oldest boy decided to change the subject. “Well, my names Bill Weasley. This is my brother Charlie,” he said, indicating towards the second oldest boy, “and these are Fred and George,” he indicated towards the twins, “and this is Ron and his friend Harry Potter.”
“Hi. My name’s Hermione. Do you all live in the village?”
“Yes, we live up on the big hill on the outskirts of town,” Charlie said. “So, you’re six years old?” Hermione nodded. “Well, Ron and Harry here are six as well.”
“That’s nice,” Hermione said, as she returned to her book.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and nodded. “Bill, can Hermione come up to our house and play?”
“I guess… if she wants to. And if she’s allowed.”
“Ok,” Ron said, and turned to Hermione. “Do you want to come to my house and play? Harry and I were going to play hide-and-seek with Fred, George, and my little sister.”
At this, Hermione looked up. “You have a sister?” Ron and his brothers nodded. “Ok. Let me go ask my mummy.” Hermione walked over to her parents, who were talking with Frank. “Mum, Dad, can I go play at the Weasley’s house?”
“Well, that depends,” her mother said. “ First, who are the Weasleys?” Hermione pointed to the group of boys. “OK, and where do they live?”
“On the big hill, on the outskirts of town. I’ve heard you can see all of downtown from up their!”
“Well, we really should talk to their parents first…”
“Their parents aren’t here, but their big brother is! I’ll go get him.” Hermione walked over to the Weasleys, grabbed Bill’s hand, and dragged him over to her parents. “This is Bill.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs.…. Um…”
“Granger, and nice to meet you too. Now, how old are you?” Mrs. Granger asked
“Seventeen, ma’am. But my mum is at home right now with my younger sister.”
“Mum, they have a sister! I’ve always wanted to have a sister, or at least play with one!” Hermione exclaimed. “Can I? Please, please, please?”
The Grangers looked at each other, and then Mr. Granger nodded. “But could you walk her home around six o’clock?”
“Yes, I will, or else Charlie will. He’s fifteen.”
“Ok,” Mrs. Granger said. “Have fun, dear.”
“Oh, I will! Bye Frank!” she added, as they walked out of the store and started up towards the Burrow.
A/N: UP NEXT: Hermione meets Mrs Weasley and Ginny!
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