The surprise of a life time
Chapter 1
On Privet Drive
It was mid-July, and the hot summer sun was beating through the window at Number Four Privet Drive and onto the desk of one Harry Potter.
Harry sat at his desk, finishing what was left of his summer homework; he had just finished sending a letter to Ron Weasley, his best friend and classmate, then gone back to the daunting task of schoolwork. Harry had done as he had been told and had written someone from the Order everyday of the summer break, much to Uncle Vernon's dismay, as he didn't want those `strange people' in his home. Ron and the Weasleys were back at the Burrow and Hermione was … well, she was in Ireland with her parents the last time he'd heard from her.
Harry had started to worry when it had been over a week since he'd heard from her, so he'd written Ron to ask if Ron had heard anything. Unfortunately Ron, much like himself, had yet to hear anything from Hermione. Ron told Harry that she was probably having fun with her parents and nothing more than that. Harry figured Ron was right and that he was just on edge due to Voldemort's return, resulting in his concern for everyone around him, including the Dursleys, oddly enough.
Harry was on his last piece of homework when he heard the doorbell ring downstairs. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had gone to tea with someone from Uncle Vernon's work and Dudley was more than likely sitting in front of the TV and would not get up to get the door. So Harry headed down the stairs and had just reached the bottom when Dudley came out of the living room at almost a run.
"I'll get the door Harry," his fat cousin said with a puff.
"Ok I'll just get a glass of water then."
Harry thought this was very odd as Dudley never ran and hardly ever got the door, but Harry continued quietly into the kitchen. He was filling his glass when he heard Dudley open the door.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
Harry thought Dudley's voice sounded odd; it was deeper then normal, and if Harry didn't know any better it sounded like he was trying to be suave or something. It was only when Harry heard a female's voice did he know what Dudley was doing.
"Oh. Ah. Hello. Is Harry home?"
Harry knew that voice. He put his glass on the counter and walked to the hall, looking over at the front door. Dudley stood there in shock, amazed that someone had come to call on Harry, let alone a girl. The girl at the door waited for Dudley's response, but before he could say anything, Harry spoke up.
"Hermione?"
"Harry!" Hermione squealed.
As she ran past a stunned Dudley, she dropped the bag she was holding and threw her arms out and jumped up. Harry caught her and wrapped his arms around her waist, then slid his arms under her butt so he could look her in the face. Dudley was still standing at the door watching what was happening in front of him.
"Harry, you look great! How are you?"
"I'm fine, but …but what are you doing here? You're suppose to be in Ireland with your parents," Harry said while still holding her in his arms.
"Well," she said, as she moved her arms from Harry's neck to his arms, "I lied." She was smiling at Harry, knowing full well he had no clue what was going on.
"So you never went to Ireland?"
"No, we went. We didn't stay as long as I told you. Remember that we told you that you wouldn't have to stay here long?" Hermione asked, and Harry nodded his head in response. "Well, that's because I talked to Dumbledore and my parents to see if you can spend the rest of the holiday with me, and they said it would be fine." Hermione grinned from ear to ear.
"Are you serious?! Really?! Wahoooooo!!"
Harry started spinning in place, and Hermione threw her arms back around Harry's neck and leaned back, both laughing as they spun around. When Harry finally stopped spinning, Hermione pulled herself forward and rested her head against his.
"So I take it you're happy." Hermione fought back a laugh as she spoke.
"Mum and Dad will never let you go." Dudley had finally come to his senses. He had shut the door and was now standing with his back pressed against the wall. Harry watched his cousin, and knew that Dudley had figured out Hermione was a witch.
"Oh yes they will, or I will have to get those fine people from the Order to come and get him for me. I believe you met them at the train station when you picked Harry up at the start of the holiday. They would make such a racket and all the neighbors would see; wouldn't that be terrible?" Hermione had an evil smile on her face, and then she turned to Harry and stuck the tip of her tongue through her teeth; she was clearly pleased with herself.
Hermione impressed Harry; she knew how to get him out of this house and would even use the Order to do it. Harry then looked at Dudley; if he pressed any harder against the wall, he might go through it. He looked scared to death and was looking from the door to Hermione and back to the door.
Then Dudley screamed and fell to the floor.
Harry and Hermione looked over at Dudley, wondering why he had screamed, but then their question was answered.
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Uncle Vernon said as he made his way into the house with Aunt Petunia right behind him.
"Who are you? And who scre-" Uncle Vernon never got to finish asking his question because Aunt Petunia had started yelling.
"My baby boy! Dudleykins. What's wrong? What happened?"
Dudley was shaking so bad that he could hardly get the words out.
"She-e said-d that i-i-if-f-f we d-didn't let him go with her they w-would come and get us."
Uncle Vernon turned so fast that Harry thought his head might fall off; he had become a deep shade of purple and was staring at the two of them.
"What did you do to my son? And why are you holding her like that?"
Harry hadn't noticed that Hermione was still sitting in his arms.
"I think you should put me down now Harry," Hermione said with her lips very close to Harry's ear. He could feel her warm breath on his face, and it gave him a chill. When Harry put Hermione down, she turned and walked up to Uncle Vernon, sticking out her hand.
"Hello. My name is Hermione Granger and I go to school with Harry."
Uncle Vernon looked at her as if she had the plague.
"What did you do to my son?!" As he yelled at her, Hermione put her hand back at her side.
"Actually I didn't do that; you did."
Uncle Vernon's face went to such a deep shade of purple that he looked more like a cartoon then a human.
"Don't lie to me, girl!!"
He looked like he was going to hit Hermione, and Harry couldn't stand it any longer. He took a step forward but then Hermione put her hand up to stop him.
"It's okay, Harry, I can handle this. And Mrs. Dursley, would you please stop crying? There is nothing wrong with him. He just got scared when you came in. Mr. Dursley, I'm not lying to you. I told your lovely son that if you did not let Harry come and stay the rest of the holiday with me that I would have to get the members of the Order that you met at the station to come and get him for me. So you see, when you and your wife came into the house, your son thought it was the members of the Order."
Aunt Petunia had become very quiet, so did Dudley, and Uncle Vernon's face was now a sickening pale. Hermione was still staring Uncle Vernon down. Harry was so surprised by her; she was standing up to a man who could crush her with one hand easily.
"Oh, Harry, I almost forgot."
Uncle Vernon jumped and Aunt Petunia screamed a little as Hermione spoke.
"What did you almost forget?"
"Well, I was wondering if you had gotten your O.W.L.S scores yet." Hermione walked over and picked up the bag she had dropped when she had walked in the house.
"No, I thought I would have gotten them by now. I guess I'll have to wait a bit longer. Did you get yours?"
"Yes."
"Let me guess…all O's." Harry had his hand on his forehead like one of those fake psychics.
"Well as a matter of fact, I did. But it's the oddest thing …" Hermione was now reaching into her bag and pulling something out. "I seem to have gotten this too."
Harry looked to see what it was; it was an envelope that said:
To Harry Potter
Care of Hermione Granger
O.W.L. scores
Harry's eyes grew very wide as he read the envelope.
"Why did they send them to you and not me?"
"Because we weren't sure you would actually get them." Hermione looked over at the Dursleys and then back to Harry.
"Well give it here." Harry was extending his hand when Hermione put the envelope behind her back.
"Harry, you didn't think I was just going to hand this over, did you?"
Harry's arm stopped in mid-reach. Hermione had a smirk on here face, and Harry didn't like it one bit.
"`Mione, please give me my scores." Harry leaped at Hermione, but she moved out of the way and Harry fell onto the floor.
Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were now standing in the doorway to the living room watching the scene in front of them.
"Now see here, I will have none of that," Uncle Vernon said in a booming voice.
But all it did was make Hermione turn and blow a raspberry at him. Then she turned back to Harry as he started to remove himself from the floor.
"Hermione, don't make me hurt you."
"Oh no! I'm so scared. The Boy-Who-Lived is going to hurt me. You're going to have to catch me first."
And with that, Hermione was running up the stairs. Harry got up and ran after her, leaving a shocked Dursley family in their wake.
A/N- Well that's the first chapter and I hope you liked it. Please don't forget to review!
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