The Notebook by Creepy Susie

Rating: PG
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 14/01/2005
Last Updated: 14/01/2005
Status: In Progress

Movie-fic: It is a sweeping love story within the covers of a fading notebook.




1. Chapter 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, I do not own the plot, I do not own anything.

The Notebook

Beyond the lake where swans nest before it's migration to the south, sat an old Victorian
style house, painted white with blue window panes and a large wrap around porch. From her large bay
window that over looks the lake, a woman, whose frizzy brown hair have transformed into wavy silver
locks, watched the man, rowing beyond her window. She stood there for many moments, with an
illusion of déjà vu even after the mysterious rower had long disappeared.

“It's time for your medication, Ms. Granger” the nurse called.

“What medication? I am perfectly in order. I do not need a nurse. I don't even know you! Who
are you and get out!” Ms. Granger said with a vengeance. How dare such a stranger enter her
bedchambers without permission.

“All right, all right. Calm down, Ms. Granger. My name is Wilma, but you may call me Winky if
you like, that's what they all call me. I'm your nurse and it's time for your
medication.” Winky said calmly, hoping not to provoke any mood swings with the touchy woman.

“I said that I do not need a nurse! I am not sick! Leave me alone!!” She started getting really
angry. All her life she had always been babied. She was a grown woman, damn it.

Just then, a knocking sound came from just outside of her open door. It was the man she was
watching just earlier. Though she is convinced that she doesn't know who he is, there was a
certain familiarity to him that drew her to him.

He stood there with a bright smile plastered onto his face. His once jet black hair was now
replaced with a grey mess. His eyes reflected a bright emerald hue under his wrinkles on his
forehead that overshadowed a distinct lightning bolt shaped scar.

“Good morning, Winky! And good morning to you too, Ms. Granger.' He said with a flush of
enthusiasm, ‘and how are you two lovely ladies doing today?”

“As smooth as you may be, Mr. Potter, today just isn't a good day. She's moodier than
usual. Maybe you could come back some other time.” Winky pleaded, hopefully not to arouse the anger
from Ms. Granger.

“I AM NOT MOODY!!” Ms. Granger yelled in an upright, prissy tone.

“Aw, come on, Wink' Mr. Potter said with charisma and a wink, ‘I have a good feeling about
today. I really do! Please??”

“Fine! Fine! No one listens to the nurse anymore!” defeated and exasperated, Winky turned to Ms.
Granger and introduced the two seniors. “Ms. Granger, This is Mr. Potter. He's come here to
read you a story.”

“But I don't want to hear a story today” she pouted.

“Trust me, this is a story you are going to like” Mr. Potter said with a magnetizing grin.

After some persuasion, Mr. Potter led her out of her room to a white picket park bench by the
lake. Mr. Potter opened a black leather bound notebook but was interrupted by Ms. Granger.

“Is it a good story?” she asks eagerly.

“The most beautiful one I have ever seen.” He replies with a loving smile.

It was the beautiful summer of 1939 in the small town of Seabrook , England . The birds were
singing, and the trees were swaying. Cornwall was a small, quiet little town by the Atlantic where
it's only industry was in the mills. Many swans harbour in the nearby lakes before migrating
south for the winter. There wasn't much to do in this small town, except to look forward to the
annual fair, which is where the story takes place.

There stood Harry; he was seventeen, young, fresh and full of life. He stood tall at six feet
with his boyishly messy raven black hair he inherited from his father and bright emerald eyes from
his mother. Some would say that this young lad didn't have much. His mother died in child birth
and his father was murdered by his greedy uncle for inheritance, where he lost all of it in the
stock markets due to the great depression. No, he didn't have much at all, in fact, if it
weren't for his godfather, Sirius Black, he might have ended up as an abandoned in the local
orphanage. But whatever he lacked in money or wealth, he gained in enthusiasm for life.

Next to him stood his best friend, Ronald Weasley. At a towering six feet, four inches, he was
easily recognizable to all the girls for his height and bright ginger hair. He lived in his home
with his many brothers and sister along with his parents. Much like Harry, Ron's family
didn't have much money either, but that was no reason to bring both boys down.

They were just two best friends just walking around until Harry felt as if all the air had been
punched out of his lungs. The Sicilians called it the ‘thunderbolt', but regardless of what it
was called, Harry had it. A few meters away from him stood the most beautiful sight he had ever
seen. She was an auburn haired goddess with eyes of deep cinnamon. She was walking and laughing
with some girls (and a few boys) as if she didn't have a care in the world. Harry felt as
though he didn't have a single coherent thought left in his head.

“Hey! Harry? Earth to Harry!” Ron teased.

“Hold on. I'll be right back” Harry said as he darted towards the mystery girl that stole
his heart.

Harry ran up to the unknown girl and after just a few paces behind her, she turned around.

“Can I help you?” she asked questioningly but still curious about this peculiar stalker.

“Hello, Miss. I would just like to say that you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever in
my fair luck to have met or ever will meet in my whole existence.' Harry said with a grin, ‘My
apologies fair maiden, I haven't yet given you my name. I'm Harry, Harry Potter.” And he
finished his introduction with a bow.

“Now, I am sure that you say that to all the girls that you come across, Harry Potter.” She said
as she walked away from him with her giggly friends.

“What's your name?”

“My mother always taught me not to tell strangers my name, Mr. Potter.”

“GO OUT WITH ME!!” Harry shouted from the bottom of lungs.

“Excuse me?” she stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to face him.

“I asked you if you would go out with me. Well, not really because I said ‘go out with me',
which is more of a command than a question. But either way, I think that my objective of what I was
trying to say was to get you to go on a date with me.” Harry finished with a beaming
expression.

“I don't think so” she said and grabbed the arm of the boy accompanying her, deliberately
making Harry jealous and walked towards the Ferris Wheel line.

There stood Harry. Even after being turned down like that, he still sported the large grin
across his face when he first saw her. Without his noticing, Ron walked up right behind him.

“I think you scared her away, mate!”

“What are you talking about? I'm just getting warmed up! She will be with me in no
time.”

“She won't go out with you, Harry. She's way out of our league.” Ron finished with a
chuckle.

“Maybe for you, Ron. Maybe for you” Harry turned to Ron and gave him a smirk and watched the
girl climb aboard the seat on the Ferris Wheel and darted towards them.

It all happened so quickly. In a minute's time, she was boarding the ride with her mother
introduced ‘date' and in another she and her friend was sandwiching the very same Harry Potter.
But it was too late for him to get off the seat for the Ferris Wheel had already started moving all
the way around. There were faint shouts by the workers down below but Harry didn't notice
anything.

“What are you doing up here?” the girl screamed.

“Harry Potter” and he extended his hand.

Unconsciously, she took his hand and mumbled “Hermione Granger”. But honestly, she was too
shocked to realize that she had just given him her name.

“Hermione, that's a beautiful name. Named from Shakespeare's Winter Tale, I
presume.”

Hermione didn't know whether to be shocked that he knew where her name came from or appalled
for that he just interrupted the ride, jumped in the middle of their seat and was starting a
conversation about the origin of her name as though it was perfectly normal.

“What are you doing here?!?” Hermione asked.

“I'm here to ask you on a date.' He said with a grin, ‘I would really like to go out to
a movie or out to dinner with you”

“NO!!”

“Aww, come on. You know you want to”

“I said NO!!”

“HEY BUDDY!!! ONLY 2 PEOPLE PER SEAT!! YOU HAVE TO GET OFF!!” a carnival worker yelled from
below.

“ALRIGHT! I'M COMING DOWN!' he yelled back to the ground, then turned to Hermione and
smirked. Without any warning at all, he jumped out of the seat onto an adjacent horizontal
pole.

Gasps and shouts were heard from below. High above ground, people could saw him hanging from the
highest point on the wheel, clinging with his two bare hands.

“OH MY GOD!!' Hermione screamed, her mind was in too much of a blur to do anything, ‘Get
down from there! You are going to get yourself killed!!”

“Say you'll go out with me!”

“What? NO! Are you crazy?! Get back here, NOW!!”

“I'll come down when you agree to go out with me!”

“We'll talk about this when we get back on the ground!” Hermione yelled, trying to sound as
reasonable as possible.

“Answer me now!”

Maybe something just snapped inside her. Never in her life had she ever been put on the spot
like this. It was worse than not knowing an answer in class when called on and that rarely
happened.

“NO!! I WILL NOT GO OUT WITH YOU!! YOU ARE CRAZY!! ABSOLUTELY INSANE!! BLOODY CRAZY IF YOU ASK
ME!!!”

“Fine” that was all he said and then he let one of his hands go.

“OH MY GOD!! HOLD ON!!”

“Say you'll go out with me!”

“NO!”

“Aww, come on, Hermione! Give the guy a chance to live!” Lavendar, Hermione's cousin,
shouted from the seat in front of them.

“We will talk about this when we are safely on the ground!!”

“Come on, go out with me. God, I'm slipping!!” Harry pleaded with a tired expression on his
face.

“FINE!! I GIVE UP, I'll GO OUT WITH YOU!” Hermione said, exasperated and surrendered.

“No, I don't want your pity. You can go back to your date and I'll just… ugh… leave you
all in this world.” Harry said, trying his best to act unloved and tried to hide his laughter.

Unfortunately, Hermione did buy his act, “WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?”

“Why do you want to go out with me?”

“BECAUSE YOU ARE ABOUT TO KILL YOURSELF!”

“I don't want you feel forced into this, I better just g…”

“Because I want to” Hermione said just loud enough for him to hear.

“I'm sorry, I didn't hear that” It took Harry all his strength not to fall and smile at
the same time.

“Because I want to go out with you!” she shouted.

“Louder!”

”BECAUSE I WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU!!!!” Hermione bellowed out of her lungs. She screamed it so loud
that the entire fair looked in the direction of the Ferris wheel.

With a smile, Harry brought his other hand back up.

“Alright, alright! We'll go out” he said with a gleaming grin that stretched across his
face.

Hermione was angry, no… livid. She had never been so humiliated in her life! And it had to
happen in front of the entire town!

“I cannot believe you just did that! You... you... just… humiliated me in front of the whole
town!”

And then an evil glint shone in her eyes. Harry knew something was going to happen and it
wasn't going to happen in his favour. Hermione reached right over to his belt buckle and
started undoing it.

“Hey! What are you…?”

But he never got to finish his sentence because he found his pants pulled down to his knees. As
if the phony, carnival psychic didn't already predict his untimely death in the future, he was
hanging on the top of a Ferris Wheel showing off his boxer shorts.

“That must have been horribly embarrassing for him” said Ms. Granger.

Mr. Potter looked over her and smiled, “You could say that again.”

AN: ok, here's the end of the first chapter. I hope all of you will review! I saw the movie
in the theatres and I just fell in love with the story, so I made an HP version of it! Hope I
didn't slaughter the story. Please review!

Creepy Susie



2. Chapter 2
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The note book Chapter 2

AN: Ok, Here is the next chapter of the story that I said I wasn’t going to update, but ended up
writing because of a bout of boredom. You know the disclaimer.

“So did they ever go on that date?”

“You have to be patient, Miss Granger. The story has barely even started.”

“I’m terribly sorry. Please go on.”

“Well, where did I leave off? Ah yes…”

**** **** **** ****

As the night winded down, Harry was so happy that she agreed to his date that he completely
forgot to ask for a phone number. Not that he had a chance anyways. Right after the incident with
the Ferris wheel, she left so abruptly that he never got to speak to her.

A few days past and everything that happened at the fair had already left the people’s minds,
except for Harry. Every night he would relive what happened at the carnival. Every evening he would
go back to the Ferris wheel hoping she would return, but she never did. It seemed as though she
made a new hobby of “avoid Harry”. But as luck would have it, fate brought them together once again
in unexpected places.

One day, after Harry’s long work shift at the mills, he wandered out to take the scenic route
home when he bumped into the same person that had been avoiding him.

At first, Hermione didn’t recognize him and began to tell him off.

“Hey! Watch where you are go… Oh crap! It’s you!”

Harry’s mood immediately lifted and his smile showed it. “Hermione!”

“Go away, Harry!”

Hermione didn’t really want him to go away. But her mother warned her about the local boys and
how they were only there to court her for her status and… the other thing. She was somehow very
intrigued by him. Maybe it was the scar, or the deep emerald eyes, Hermione couldn’t be certain.
But at the same time, she was slightly frightened. He was so uninhibited with his personality and
openness, but he looked troubled and frightened of himself. She couldn’t quite put her finger on
it, but whatever it was that made her feels so… free, it didn’t fit her agenda.

“But what about our date?”

“What date?”

“The one you promised me!” Harry said with a smug grin.

“I never promised anything”

“But you said…”

“I know exactly what I said that night and I didn’t *actually* promise you anything at all.
Y…you were delusional at the time and I had to say something to keep you from dropping! You…you are
insane you know that?!”

“Well, if you had told me that I would never have the fine pleasure of taking you out for
dinner, Miss Hermione, you should have let me fall to my death’ Harry said while clutching his
chest in mock pain, ‘How can I live now that I have seen such a remarkable beauty who insists that
she will never return my affection? I have seen one more fair than Helen of Troy, but alas I am no
Paris to sweep her off with great charm”

Hermione smiled despite how much she didn’t want him to know how much those words affected her.
The things he said certainly made her blush and the way he smiled would make any girl swoon. But
her own insecurities caught up with her. She was just a bookworm. A bushy haired, short, scrawny
bookworm. Who was she to capture the heart of such a handsome young man? Her reality quickly caught
up with her and the smile she sported was promptly wiped off.

“Who do you think I am to fall for such… lies? Do you use it often? I’m sure all the local girls
just fall right into your lap after reciting that line. But I am no floozy, Harry. You cannot fool
me. I can see right through you.” Hermione ended with a malicious tone. She didn’t intend to sound
so harsh, but what’s said was said.

When she finally looked up, she realized that she was walking all by herself on the lone
sidewalk. Hermione looked behind her and found Harry staring intensely at her from behind.

“What are you staring at?” she asked with concern.

“I’m sorry, I have to be honest with you” Harry started, “I… um… I have never been really good
with girls.”

Hermione laughed. Honestly, she didn’t believe for a moment that any girl could possibly resist
the charm that he had pulled on her.

“Don’t laugh! I’m being honest here’ he said imploringly, ‘I know that I may seem rather…
forward, but I am usually not like this. There’s something that just seemed to spark inside me when
I first saw you.”

“Harry…” Hermione said to hopefully stop the conversation.

“No, please let me continue. I really meant what I said when I told you that you’re beautiful.
When I’m around you, all these words that I want to say just suddenly tumble out of my mouth. I
don’t know what I really accomplish in doing this, but you are acknowledging me and since the first
night I have met you, my heart has not stopped thumping out of my chest at the mere thought of you,
Hermione.’ Harry said with her hand in his, ‘Do you feel the same way?”

Hermione didn’t want to admit that she did in fact feel the exact same way as he described his
own heart. She had done everything she could to distract herself of these feelings by throwing
herself into her studies. She looked at her watch and realized how late it was.

“Harry, I have to go, my French lesson starts soon, and my teacher will have my head if I’m
late” she said in haste and quickly hailed a cab.

“What about our date?” Harry asked just to throw the idea out again, hoping for a positive
answer.

Hermione paused while boarding the taxi.

“I’ll think about it!” she yelled.

“You promise?”

Hermione smiled, “I promise.”

Harry’s grin stretched wide across his face. “I’m making progress.”

** ** ** ** **

“Please”

“No”

“Please”

“No”

“Why not? It’s not like I will get in the way of you and Luna making out in the movie. I mean,
do you really want Hermione there being the third wheel while you and Luna make googly eyes to each
other.” Harry argued.

Ron managed to ask Luna out for a movie that night. Unfortunately for Ron, Hermione Is Luna’s
cousin and Luna promised to take her around and invited her along with them.

“I don’t know, she might get scared of you and drag Luna away!”

“Ok, that is not going to happen and you know that.”

“Alright, fine. Just make sure that she doesn’t end up running away and dragging Luna with
her.”

Harry’s face shined brightly with a wide grin, “Thank you! I owe you one.”

“You owe me more than one.” Ron countered.

“I know, I know!”

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