Ch 2 so far
Hmm... here's the next 870 words (AKA chapter 2 so far) of that vague attempt at a novel-length T/Hr...
Chapter Two: ?
Packing was... interesting, to say the least. Tom had a knack for finding the most embarassing things Hermione owned, and bringing them to her attention.
Luna had left shortly after Hermione instructed him to follow her; Hermione was glad to see that Luna, at least, found her predicament amusing, as Hermione herself was unable to see the humor in the situation. So once again, it was Hermione and what seemed to be her new roomate, unless she could find a way to remove him from her house. Or, rather, her parent’s house. Oh dear.
“Oh dear.”
“What?”
“This is my parent’s house that you’re invading, not mine. I’m leaving tomorrow for a very long time, and you’ll still be in my parent’s house. Alone.” She sat down on her bed, ignoring the clothes she was sitting on. “What have you done?”
“I haven’t done anything,” he said angrily. “We’ve been over that, remember? And anyway, I don’t much fancy staying with your parents, either.”
“Oh, but it’s worse than just that, don’t you understand? They’re muggles! I mean, if they were wizards then they might understand at least a little - certainly not entirely, nobody understands entirely - but they’re still not entirely comfortable with magic, and... I can’t ask them to do that!”
“Do you have a choice?”
She groaned. “This trip could possibly be the most important thing I’ve ever done in my life, and I’m not exaggerating. It’s literally a life or death situation. But my parents...
“I can’t go.”
“You just said it’s a life or death situation.”
“Well, yes, but they’re my parents. You don’t seem to understand -“
“What, are you afraid I’m going to go on a mass killing spree or something?” he asked sarcastically, but Hermione detected a bit of irony in his voice.
“As a matter of fact, I haven’t the slightest what you’re capable of, and I don’t much trust strangers with the lives of the people who raised me.”
Ouch. Another death glare. Really, if he kept doing that, his face was going to get stuck that way! “You know, if you keep doing that, your face is going to get stuck that way.”
“Doing what?”
“That whole death glare thing you do. I assure you, looks cannot kill, else I would be dead several times over by now.” Another one. “And yet, I live.”
Really, he had no sense of humour whatsoever.
“I’m done,” she announced.
“I’m glad; I was getting quite tired of your voice.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can’t concentrate on packing with your failed attempts at snark shooting past me like poorly aimed curses all the time.
“I’m going to Harry’s place. You’re going to stay here, obviously. And I’m putting up wards, so no magic.” He was visibly enraged. Good.
She left.
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Hermione walked into Grimmauld Place without knocking; Harry had, after all, instructed her to do so and it kept Mrs. Black significantly quieter, besides. She climbed up onto the first story and entered a large sitting room, where she found a somewhat clean chair and promptly collapsed.
“What am I going to do?”
“I’d start with sitting up straight, it’s horrible for your posture to slouch like that.”
She nearly jumped. “Professor Lupin -“
“Hush, Hermione, I haven’t been your teacher for years now! Now what seems to be the problem?”
“Well, it’s quite strange, really. I woke up this morning, and there was this - this person, standing in my doorway, who I’ve never seen before in my life!”
“That certainly is strange.”
“That’s not even the half of it! I called Harry and Luna Lovegood over to my house, to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, you know, and Luna saw him perfectly fine, she was talking to him and everything, but Harry said that he couldn’t see him at all! And then I told him - he said his name was Tom, I believe - to get out of my house - he’s a right pain in the you-know-what, sir, arrogant like you’ve never seen - and he couldn’t!”
Remus looked at her suspiciously. “What do you mean, he couldn’t?”
“Just that, Prof-sorry. I mean, he couldn’t get through the doorway, it’s actually quite amusing now that I think about it, but we’re leaving tomorrow, you know, and I really don’t want him living in my parents’ house, especially since I’m not going to be there!”
The door swung open with a loud creak, and Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody stepped in. “Remus, there’s a huge - Hermione, what’re you doing here?”
“She was explaining something very odd to me, actually. Continue, please.”
“What? Oh yes, that. That portrait of Mrs. Black - bloody irritating thing, I say - is whinging on about some ‘unpure mudblooded filth’ - no offense, of course - wandering down the street. Of course, any wizard with half a brain would have gotten the message to leave by the sparks that damn painting’s shooting off… I’ve never seen the likes of it!”
Hermione audibly groaned. It couldn’t be. “It can’t be…” she said as she sped down the stairs and past the screaming portrait. She swung open the door completely and nearly screamed before running back inside the house.
“What is he doing here?!”
What d'you think? Is it worth continuing?
~Jamie
Chapter Two: ?
Packing was... interesting, to say the least. Tom had a knack for finding the most embarassing things Hermione owned, and bringing them to her attention.
Luna had left shortly after Hermione instructed him to follow her; Hermione was glad to see that Luna, at least, found her predicament amusing, as Hermione herself was unable to see the humor in the situation. So once again, it was Hermione and what seemed to be her new roomate, unless she could find a way to remove him from her house. Or, rather, her parent’s house. Oh dear.
“Oh dear.”
“What?”
“This is my parent’s house that you’re invading, not mine. I’m leaving tomorrow for a very long time, and you’ll still be in my parent’s house. Alone.” She sat down on her bed, ignoring the clothes she was sitting on. “What have you done?”
“I haven’t done anything,” he said angrily. “We’ve been over that, remember? And anyway, I don’t much fancy staying with your parents, either.”
“Oh, but it’s worse than just that, don’t you understand? They’re muggles! I mean, if they were wizards then they might understand at least a little - certainly not entirely, nobody understands entirely - but they’re still not entirely comfortable with magic, and... I can’t ask them to do that!”
“Do you have a choice?”
She groaned. “This trip could possibly be the most important thing I’ve ever done in my life, and I’m not exaggerating. It’s literally a life or death situation. But my parents...
“I can’t go.”
“You just said it’s a life or death situation.”
“Well, yes, but they’re my parents. You don’t seem to understand -“
“What, are you afraid I’m going to go on a mass killing spree or something?” he asked sarcastically, but Hermione detected a bit of irony in his voice.
“As a matter of fact, I haven’t the slightest what you’re capable of, and I don’t much trust strangers with the lives of the people who raised me.”
Ouch. Another death glare. Really, if he kept doing that, his face was going to get stuck that way! “You know, if you keep doing that, your face is going to get stuck that way.”
“Doing what?”
“That whole death glare thing you do. I assure you, looks cannot kill, else I would be dead several times over by now.” Another one. “And yet, I live.”
Really, he had no sense of humour whatsoever.
“I’m done,” she announced.
“I’m glad; I was getting quite tired of your voice.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can’t concentrate on packing with your failed attempts at snark shooting past me like poorly aimed curses all the time.
“I’m going to Harry’s place. You’re going to stay here, obviously. And I’m putting up wards, so no magic.” He was visibly enraged. Good.
She left.
------------------------------
Hermione walked into Grimmauld Place without knocking; Harry had, after all, instructed her to do so and it kept Mrs. Black significantly quieter, besides. She climbed up onto the first story and entered a large sitting room, where she found a somewhat clean chair and promptly collapsed.
“What am I going to do?”
“I’d start with sitting up straight, it’s horrible for your posture to slouch like that.”
She nearly jumped. “Professor Lupin -“
“Hush, Hermione, I haven’t been your teacher for years now! Now what seems to be the problem?”
“Well, it’s quite strange, really. I woke up this morning, and there was this - this person, standing in my doorway, who I’ve never seen before in my life!”
“That certainly is strange.”
“That’s not even the half of it! I called Harry and Luna Lovegood over to my house, to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, you know, and Luna saw him perfectly fine, she was talking to him and everything, but Harry said that he couldn’t see him at all! And then I told him - he said his name was Tom, I believe - to get out of my house - he’s a right pain in the you-know-what, sir, arrogant like you’ve never seen - and he couldn’t!”
Remus looked at her suspiciously. “What do you mean, he couldn’t?”
“Just that, Prof-sorry. I mean, he couldn’t get through the doorway, it’s actually quite amusing now that I think about it, but we’re leaving tomorrow, you know, and I really don’t want him living in my parents’ house, especially since I’m not going to be there!”
The door swung open with a loud creak, and Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody stepped in. “Remus, there’s a huge - Hermione, what’re you doing here?”
“She was explaining something very odd to me, actually. Continue, please.”
“What? Oh yes, that. That portrait of Mrs. Black - bloody irritating thing, I say - is whinging on about some ‘unpure mudblooded filth’ - no offense, of course - wandering down the street. Of course, any wizard with half a brain would have gotten the message to leave by the sparks that damn painting’s shooting off… I’ve never seen the likes of it!”
Hermione audibly groaned. It couldn’t be. “It can’t be…” she said as she sped down the stairs and past the screaming portrait. She swung open the door completely and nearly screamed before running back inside the house.
“What is he doing here?!”
What d'you think? Is it worth continuing?
~Jamie