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1984 - Chapter 01: Holiday Surprises | | Author: | Daniels_Girl | | Genre: | General | | Rating: | G | | Score: | 4.27119   | | Story: | The sun was finally leaving the remainder of what had been an astonishingly hot day. As it fell behind the mountains, Harry Potter decided to finally head back to his temporary home. He had been sitting on a half broken swing set half a mile from the Dursley's.
They hadn't much fancied having him around, which didn't bother him. The
more time away from them the better.
He stood up slowly, obviously not wanting to go back, but forced his feet to carry him there. Though he walked slowly, it only took him ten minutes to get back. When he entered through the door, he certainly did not expect what met his eyes.
Sitting in the living room were all three Dursleys accompanied by the Grangers. Harry froze in mid step with his hand stationed on the door knob.
"Harry!" Hermione nearly screamed. She jumped up and embraced him in a hug before he blinked. If he wasn't too astonished, he'd have hugged her back, but under the circumstances, he couldn't bring himself to do so.
Mr. Granger stood up. "Good evening Harry."
Harry speechlessly nodded.
"How are you this evening, Harry?" Mrs. Granger asked. Harry gave a slight smile.
Hermione, who was still right beside him, grabbed his hand off the knob, shut the door, and lead him to the sofa where she took a seat beside him.
"Harry, you're coming to stay with us for the rest of the summer."
There was an awkward silence in which everyone simply looked round to Harry, expecting him to say something.
"Another scotch there my good friend," Uncle Vernon broke the silence, asking Mr. Granger, which made Harry's shock climb to extreme heights.
‘Uncle Vernon being nice, to people here to visit me?’ Harry thought silently bemused to himself.
"Oh yes, please," Mr. Granger replied, holding up his glass for Uncle Vernon to take.
"Go pack your things then, Harry," said Aunt Petunia, handing out tarts, which Dudley took with open arms.
Harry nodded once again. He stood up, grabbed Hermione above the elbow and pulled her along. They climbed the stairs and entered his room; he then shut the door and locked it.
Now that it was only him and one of his closest friends, he got his voice back.
"You're serious, you're taking me?"
"I am," she said with a slight smile, but understanding his mood, tried to keep her excitement to a minimal. But Harry, now to ecstatic to help it, threw himself on Hermione and hugged her.
"Thank you," he whispered in her ear. He then let go and started gathering up every necessary thing in his room and tossed it messily into his trunk. When he was finally done, he grabbed his belongings along with his owl cage with a hooting Hedwig in it.
They traveled down the stairs and saw that Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Mr. and Mrs. Granger were having a delightful conversation.
Harry could only sit and watch, dumbfounded.
"After your uncle found out my parents were muggles, he's been extra nice,"
Hermione said into Harry's ear. "Hasn't warmed up to me yet though," she added as an after thought.
"I doubt if he will, ’cause you're a witch." And with one deep breath he pulled his trunk the remainder of the way and stopped before four pairs of staring eyes.
"Oh Harry, are you ready?" asked Mrs. Granger.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Within ten minutes they were on their way down the freeway. The car -being a normal muggle car- was a little tighter than Mr. Weasley's, blue Ford Anglia.
"So Harry, excited for another school year?" Mr. Granger asked.
"Yeah it should be great," Harry replied, his spirits soaring. Being in such a miserable mood the whole time he'd spent with the Dursleys, he'd forgotten all about the joys of a new school year.
"I will be taking you two to Diagon Alley next week, that's where we're going to meet Ron," said Mrs. Granger.
"Ron's coming?" questioned Harry, overjoyed.
"I never told you?" Hermione freaked.
They continued talking the whole way about what they were to do with the remainder of the summer.
Harry, always having met Hermione at the Weasley's, never noticed how close Hermione really lived. It was only an hour and a half with stopping for a bit of lunch.
When they finally arrived at their destination, Harry admired what was before him. It was a five bedroom house, with a full deck running all the way around it. On the side of the house was a garden fully fenced in. Around the back was a full-sized tree and from it hung a single swing on either side. Behind the tree was another garden but only for berries. There was a big barbeque, a chicken coop, and the forest right behind it.
"Wow," was the only word that managed to escape from Harry's mouth. He grabbed his trunk from the back of the car and hauled it inside, where Hermione led him to where he would be staying. The room was comfortably small. It was a tad bigger than his room back at the Dursley’s.
"It's not much, but I hope you like it," said Hermione, setting Hedwig down on the dresser.
"It's great," Harry exclaimed at once. Directly across from Harry's room was the kitchen and down the hall to the right was the bathroom, while to the left was the living room.
Hermione sat herself on the bed and Crookshanks jumped up and started purring on her lap. Harry on the other hand, started unpacking everything.
Mrs. Granger’s head appeared in the door.
"Dinner will be ready at about 6 o'clock." She smiled at the pair of them and exited the same way she entered.
"So why was it here this time?" Harry wondered.
"Dunno? Dumbledore just wanted you to stay in the muggle territory for some reason, he said it was important." Hermione explained. She got off the bed and started helping him unpack. She put his books away on a shelf and organized everything that Harry himself had put already away. Harry, in the end was sitting on the bed -having given up- with Hermione happily putting everything away.
Hermione had just finished placing everything in its new home when Mr. Granger appeared in the doorway, with a telephone in his hand.
"Hermione, its Bekka."
Hermione gave a small "Ooh," and jumped off the bed.
She positioned the phone to her ear and said, "Hey Bekka, how's it going?"
There was a slight pause then, "Yeah, we just got back...yeah, actually it wasn't hard, he's sitting right here," she looked over at Harry, who was lying on the bed with his hands placed behind his head.
"Yes, of course! You want to?" She pulled away from the phone and covered the mouth piece with her hand. "Do you want to hang out with Bekka today?"
Harry only spluttered, from no knowledge of what to say.
"Well we'll just walk over alright? Okay. Okay, see you then. Bye." She hung up the phone, turned to look at Harry and said, "Well, I told her that I was bringing one of my best friends home with me and she wants to meet you. I've told her so much about you guys. She'll be so happy to finally see you!"
"Who is Bekka exactly?"
"My best friend," Harry looked slightly shocked and a little hurt at that, until Hermione added quickly, "Before I went to Hogwarts, that is!"
Harry smiled an “I-know-I-know” smile at her and got off the bed. "So shall we go meet her?"
"Yes, hold on, Mum? Can Bekka come for dinner?" Hermione called. She waited a moment for her mother to reply.
"That's fine."
"Thank you. Alright, let's go."
They headed out of the room, leaving Hedwig in her cage. They walked the length of the hall and were soon out the door.
"Hermione, does Bekka know about you being a witch?"
"Oh yes, yes, she knows all about Hogwarts and all about you and Ron."
Harry looked surprised at this and asked how.
"Her grandmother was a witch and also attended Hogwarts. She knows everything there is to know about the magical world."
"Oh," was all he said. They barely even got to finish their conversation when they were upon a doorstep. Hermione and Bekka were literally next door neighbours. They even shared the same lawn.
Hermione knocked on the door and a woman, Harry took as Bekka's mother opened it. She was wearing an apron and had flour on her face. She had light blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She was fairly tall and had a wide smile.
"Why, hello Hermione, when did you get home?"
"Hello Mrs. Perquad, we got home about half an hour ago. Can we see Bekka?"
"Of course, come on in." Harry walked past Mrs. Perquad and she smiled an approving smile at him and asked, "Hermione, who is this strapping young gentleman?"
"Oh I'm sorry," Hermione apologized. "This is Harry, he also attends Hogwarts."
"Well, hello Harry," she stuck out her hand and shook his, smiling widely. She then turned to Hermione and winked.
Harry had to suppress a laugh as they were led into the living room and told to wait.
"I'm sorry Harry; she's been bothering me about boys all my life." Harry let out a slight laugh and told her that it was alright.
"Howdy,"
Harry fixed his eyes upon the doorway and saw a thin, wavy light brown haired, deep blue eyed figure framed in the entrance.
"Bekka, hey, how are you doing?" Hermione stood up.
"Good, good." But she wasn't looking at Hermione. He hadn't noticed, but Bekka hadn't taken her gaze off Harry.
He finally stood up and stuck out his hand, "Hi, I'm Harry."
She took it and stared deep into his eyes. "Hi, I'm Bekka." And for reasons unknown to Harry, she wasn't letting go.
"Uh hem," Hermione coughed. Bekka loosened her grip on Harry's hand and Hermione continued, "Mum said you were allowed over for dinner."
"Awesome, what are we having?"
"Dunno. But it'll be great!"
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