WANNA BE WHERE YOU ARE
-The Sequel to Letters From Hogwarts-
Author's Note: This is a sequel, and I advise you to read Letters From Hogwarts before attempting to read this. I hope it lives up to the standards and isn't a disappointment. I'm not sure about Hermione's family so if I stuff up the facts stated in the real books, I am sorry- please not to be angry. It is going to be the same format- nearly all letters- except for the introduction which will be quite long. I haven't got much choice here, I have to make it long to set the scene. Happy reading!
Hermione Granger and Oliver Wood had been together for four years since Hermione had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was now 21 and he was now 25.
Oliver and Hermione were very, very much in love- as in love as they had been since the day she recieved that very first letter in her seventh year. She had managed to keep the Owl-Pal system working and as the Defence Against Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, she insisted that Owl-Palling was the way to go! The male students didn't think it was such a fantastic idea however the females were all convinced that they would fall in love with a handsome Owl-Pal just like Professor Wood, who may I add, was still as dashing and handsome.
It was the summer holidays finally and both of them were looking forward to their well earnt break.
"Hermione, what do you want to do over the holidays?" Oliver asked, one afternoon as they sat outside in their garden, Hermione reading poetry to him.
She paused mid-sentence. "I would really love to go and visit my family but if you don't want to that's perfectly fine. I would understand completely if the idea of living in the muggle world was a bit daunting. It is rather frightening."
Oliver frowned. He didn't like it when people assumed he was scared or nervous. It made him feel like he had to rise to the situation. Hermione knew this. "Well no," he said slowly. "I'd love to come."
Hermione grinned. "Oh it would be just so special! I'll call my parents now!" With that, the book of poetry landed on Oliver's surprised head and she was inside the house on the muggle telephone within seconds.
Oliver smiled. He would do anything to make her happy.
The next day they began to pack. She had it all organised. They'd leave early that morning and would be at Hermione's parents house before lunch and would be able to chat over a lovely luncheon put together by Hermione's mother.
Oliver crammed a few things in his old Puddlemere sports bag, mainly clothes, underwear and toiletries and started loading Hermione's rusty old muggle car. It had been stored down the back of their property for so many years that she wasn't even sure if it worked any more.
Hermione had everything she needed and a whole lot more. Her huge suitcase was so full that she needed to put a charm on it to keep it from falling apart and she had brought along all of the papers she needed to mark over the holidays too.
"Dear, are you sure you want to bring the Hogwarts stuff?" Oliver questioned once they were buckled into the car and ready to leave. "We are only going for four days aren't we?" he added, incase she had left out some important information.
"Yes," she said to both things. "Yes."
"Okay," replied Oliver and didn't push matters further.
The old little bubble car rattled along the road for a little while until they were back in the muggle world. Hermione turned on the radio which surprisingly still worked and they bopped along to the latest music for a little while.
"Do you remember the way?" asked Oliver, after two hours of non stop driving. He was hoping she would say no, so they'd have to pull over to get directions and that way he'd be able to get out of the car for at least ten minutes.
"Feeling a bit quesy?" asked Hermione, knowing quite well that that was the only reason he'd asked.
"No, not at all!" lied Oliver, who's face was scrunched up and a bit paler than usual.
"Well I remember the way!" assured Hermione but after another twenty minutes she had to admit defeat.
The rusty car pulled over on the side of the empty dirt road and they sat back and sighed. Hermione helped Oliver out of the car, very, very slowly and he sat on the bonnet of the automobile while she paced back and forwards thinking of possible solutions.
"Herm, can't you just do a little magic?" Oliver begged. He was very thirsty.
"No, we can't," she replied firmly.
She continued to pace back and forwards and Oliver, who was getting impatient, changed the subject. "So..."
"Oliver, do you remember my sister Sarah?"
"Well her kid will be there too okay? His name is Patrick. He's two years old so be good okay?"
"Okay. How old is Sarah?"
"A year younger than me."
"She had a kid when she was eighteen?!?!"
"How do you feel about kids?" Oliver asked.
"No way," replied Hermione which surprised him. He'd always pictured Hermione the type who liked kids and got along with them quite well. She must have noticed the confusion in his eyes so she spoke again.
"I love children but there is no way I want any of my own right now. Maybe in the future but definitely not yet."
Oliver thought. "Fair enough. What do you think about spaghetti?"
After another twenty minutes of pointless conversation Hermione gave up.
"DIRECCITO SPRING STREET!" she cried, waving around the same wand she'd had since her years at Hogwarts.
A line magically appeared on the road map Hermione was looking at and they hopped in the car. "Oh, so THAT's where I made the wrong turn..." she muttered as they reversed.
Finally Oliver and Hermione arrived at her parent's house. It was a red brick single storey home and looked cosy and warm. They were greeted by her parents Paul and Kate who were all cuddles with Hermione.
They settled down to a beautiful lunch prepared by Kate and even Oliver, who had been feeling a little uncomfortable was chatting away. Her sister Sarah was lovely and little Patrick was a bundle of energy. By eleven o' clock everyone was absolutely exhausted and Kate announced she was retiring for the evening and going to bed. Sarah and Paul followed soon after which left Hermione and Oliver on their own in the living room, in front of the fire place.
"You have a great family," Oliver said, after a moment's silence.
"I know. They love you Ol," Hermione replied.
"I love them too. But I love you more."
"I love you too Oliver, are you coming to bed?" she smiled.
"Yes of course," they headed into the bedroom furthest down the little hallway and closed the door behind them. Patrick's crying was coming from somewhere else in the house and Hermione felt sorry for Sarah was would be sitting there trying to comfort the little one.
"It's been a wonderful evening," stated Hermione as she changed into her night gown.
"Yes, it most certainly has," agreed Oliver, changing his button up shirt to a singlet.
They both collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted and drifted off into happy romance filled dreams.
The next morning, when Oliver awoke- Hermione was gone.