Her-my-ninny

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Chapter 3: Leaving on a jet plane…oops… leaving in a old car…
Hermione Granger was not very happy with certain people who were at this moment in the kitchen discussing what they should tell their daughter, what they didn’t know was that Hermione, taking a page from Fred and Georges book, was using a pair of Extendable Ears, which she had pinched the year earlier. She could hear them arguing about what to tell Hermione about the rumour which had been circulating around her home town for six years, that she was going to a school for the Criminally Insane. Hermione decided while listening to her parents that they sounded like another set of parents she knew of, these parents however were not good ones. Those parents were Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Durnsley, of number four Privet Drive.
Hermione heard her parents’ chairs scrape across the floor of the kitchen and quickly rolled the Extendable Ears and stuffed them into the pocket of the jeans she was wearing. She was sitting on the settee when her parents came in and sat on the chairs in front of her.
“Sweetie, we really shouldn’t have told the whole neighbourhood that” her father said.
“No, we really shouldn’t have. But before you left there were odd things happening to you and the neighbours noticed. We told them you were going to a special school to sort of your difficulties and they assumed that meant something completely different” her mother said.
“Well, it’s not as if you stopped them. Thank you again for being such nice parents, I LOVE you and will miss you. By the way, I am now going to pack and will be going to the Burrow for the remainder of the summer. You will be able to contact me through floo but that doesn’t mean I will want to talk to you. I will then go to school and graduate, I may invite you to the ceremony…MAYBE. I will then find an apartment in the Wizarding World and will then start my apprenticeship with Professor Severus Snape. I will become a Potions Mistress and just maybe… I said maybe I will include you in my life- but that’s not certain yet. Have a nice life” Hermione said sarcastically as she stood up and stamped her way up to her bedroom, where she flicked her wand and her clothes started to fold and pack themselves into her open trunk on the floor. She flicked her wand again and the books she would need packed themselves into a carry all bag Hermione had taken down from the closet while her clothes were being packed. Within ten minutes her entire room and life was lacked up into little bags which she had shrunk and put into her pocket along with the Extendable Ears.
Hermione grabbed her favourite flip-flops and her car keys and went downstairs to see her parents looking dumbfounded at the settee where she had been sitting.
“Goodbye.” She said and left then house. She knew she wasn’t being rational but she really didn’t feel like it as her parents had lied to her and had lied to all the people in her home town, they all thought she was crazy, so why not let them think that by zooming off in her old car, never to been seen again.


Chapter 3: part 2 The End of a horrible day.
As Hermione zoomed off in the old car her not so devoted parents had given to her she thought about her life thus far. It, in her opinion, had been one terrible lie after another, after another, after another. She then decided that the only way to get over her anger was to do what all girls do when angry, get revenge and go shopping. She stopped off at the local shopping mall and began to spend like crazy. On every purchase she pulled out a slim silver card, her fathers’ credit card, issued to her when she had returned to school. She spent her fathers’ money as if it were cheap as air and when she was laden down with packages rushed back to her car and sat behind the steering wheel. After a few moments of absolute silence Hermione turned the key and zoomed off towards London.
Arriving in London an hour and a half later she smiled to herself as she drive past King’s Cross and the invisible tracks of the Hogwarts Express. She didn’t know what exactly she was looking for but she knew she’d find the gate into the Wizarding world. As she drove aimlessly around the countryside she began, yet again, to remember her life.
She’d had a good one, going to a private school, being different then everyone in her home town, being able to use magic, before Hogwarts she’d always had good grades and her parents had always loved her. Maybe she’d been too harsh on them by leaving. As she thought about the situation she was in now she drove past an abandoned warehouse and her skin began to tingle and she knew she had the right place. She quickly turned into the drive and pulled up to the big bunker doors. She got out of the car and walked over to the doors, as she did so they slipped open and a man peeked through.
“What are you doing here child?”
“I am looking for passage through to the other world?” she said a little hesitant.
“And who do you go to see?”
“The Weasley’s” she said.
“Your name?”
“Hermione Granger, seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry” she said loudly.
“You may proceed” he nodded as he opened the doors further and watched him as she got back into the car and drive through the open doors. As she exited the ‘warehouse’ she came to a beautiful countryside. She cast a point me charm on the car and it sprang to the left. She drove to the West for twenty minutes when her wand pointed north. After another ten minutes of driving Hermione saw a very familiar sight, it was the Burrow. She pulled up in front and looked up at the great house which was crooked and seemed to be falling apart slightly and smiled. She got out of the car and went to the front door. She rapped smartly on it and waited until the red head of Mrs. Molly Weasley came and answered the knock.
“Hermione-” she said excitedly
“Hello Mrs. Weasley, how are you?”
“What are you doing here dear; you’re supposed to be at home”
“Well, my parents and I had a little mix-up and I am miffed at them at the moment. Could I stay here for the night, and then I will go to Headquarters”
“You don’t have to go to the headquarters dear you may stay here as long as you wish”
“Thank you Mrs. Weasley”
“You are welcome dear, now why don’t we get your trunk and then we can get you settled into one of the boys’ rooms”
“Where are the boys?”
“Well Fred and George are living above their shop, Ginny is out with Harry at the moment and Ron is helping out at the shop today”
“Oh, well then, will I be in the twins’ room?”
“No, in Ron’s, He and Harry have moved into the twins room”
“Harry is living here?”
“Why yes dear, didn’t the boys tell you?”
“No, I haven’t heard from them at all this summer”
“How odd, Dumbledore allowed Harry to stay with us this summer”
“Why?”
“I don’t rightly know dear” Mrs. Weasley said as she grabbed Hermione’s trunk and started to pull it up the stairs and into the room Ron had occupied for the past 17 years.
“Thank you for allowing me to stay Mrs. Weasley”
“Hush dear, it’s no trouble at all, get all settled in and I will make some lunch for us both. We can have a chat while we wait for the boys to return” the matriarch of the Weasley Clan said as she left the small bedroom.
Hermione looked around and then back at her trunk, she didn’t know how long she would be in the house, and would it be worth unpacking. Hermione should her head, of course it would, she thought to herself, these are the Weasley’s they love me like a second daughter. Hermione quickly unpacked her things and distributed them around the room while downstairs she head Mrs. Weasley greet someone and wondered who it could be. She finished unpacking and made her way downstairs. TO her surprise Mrs. Weasley was pulling her head out of the fireplace with an angry look on her face.
“That was your mother dear; she said that you ran away from the house”
“I did, I told you we got in a spat. To tell you the truth, she and my father told a few select people in the neighbourhood that the reason I disappeared for months on end was because I was going to a school for the criminally insane to get over the fact that they weren’t my real parents. I think I deserve to be a little mad” Hermione finished off in a menacing voice.
“No use getting angry with me dear, I told your mother that if she needed to get a hold of you it would be best if she sent you a letter. She was miffed that I would say such a thing”
“Well, she does deserve it doesn’t she?”
“Let’s not mind your parents now dear, I made us some sandwiches for lunch”
“You didn’t need to, I could have made something myself”
“No worried dear, you eat up while I go see who at the floo now” Mrs. Weasley said as she marched towards the fireplace.
“Professor Dumbledore, how are you?”
“I am fine Molly, I was wondering if Ms. Granger is here, her guard seems to have lost her and I have someone here who would like to see her”
“She’s in the kitchen Albus, her parents and herself had a spat of sorts”
“As young people often do with parents Molly, may we come in?”
“Of course Albus, come in”
Albus Dumbledore and another tall male walked into the room. Mrs. Weasley gasped when she saw who the other person.
“Where is she?” the man asked.
“Kitchen…” Mrs. Weasley croaked.
The tall man walked towards what appeared to be the kitchen. When he walked into the room, he saw who he was looking for sitting eating a sandwich and reading a book she had brought from somewhere.
He cleared his throat and said
“Her-my-ninny”
The girl turned around and squealed. She got up from her seat and ran to the man and jumped into his open arms.
“Perfect Fit!” she said and kissed the man full on the lips.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it…It was a little slow going at first but I finally got it out. Anyway, I go home tomorrow so no more DSL internet… DAMN… but I will continue to write and when I come back to DSL I will post them all…yay.