Magic Beyond Hogwarts (Harry Goes to The Land of Stories)

Chapter 1: The Book in the Park

Harry's P.O.V.

It was a bright, sunny day in London, England. Harry was with his friends Ron, and Hermione whom he attends school with. He was surprise that the Dursleys even let him out the house being that they make him stay in his bedroom pretty much the whole summer.

When my parents were murdered by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Dumbledore put the infant me in the care of the Dursleys, muggles, but nonetheless the only family he had left.

Ron and Hermione and I were walking around the Magnolia Crescent where they saw Dudley, my overweight cousin, son of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who perfectly despised me, along with his gang members who would go around terrorizing young kids and vandalizing property.

"Hey Harry," started Ron. "What do you wanna do today."

"I don't know," I replied. "Hermione?" I asked her who was drifting off into space.

"Um...what...huh? I'm here!" she replied as though taken away from a deep thought.

"Ok, what do you want to do?" Ron asked Hermione.

"Oh, whatever you want." she replied again.

Hermione's P.O.V.
       
Hermione was born from muggle parents. Her parents were both dentists. Though a muggle born, she was not blinded to magic as Harry was when he first started Hogwarts. The Dursleys never liked to even speak of magic. Aunt Petunia's sister, Harry's mom, was a muggle born, but Petunia turned out a muggle.

I had actually been thinking about, being me, my unfinished summer work. It was already August and I had only finished one third of her summer work. Unlike Harry and Ron, I did not want to do my work on the last day of summer vacation. I wanted to elongate all answers rather than fill in wrong answers just to be done with it like Harry and Ron would.

"Harry, Ron, have you finished your summer work yet?" I asked them.

They both let out laughs that told me that they didn't even start it yet and that they didn't care at all.

"Alright then." I said unsteadily.

Ron's P.O.V.

Ronald Weasley, the sixth of seven Weasley children, unlike Harry and Hermione was a pure blood. Harry was considered a half blood because his mother was a muggle born. Ron was always exposed to the wizarding world. Just like all his siblings, Ron had ginger colored hair.

"Hey guys," I started, "Let's go over to the park."

"Why not?" asked Harry agreeing with him.

"O.K. then." Hermione also agreed.

The three of them went to the park and were very silent for some reason. Harry sat on a swing, while Hermione sat on the bottom of a slide and I was sitting by the duck pond.

Hermione's P.O.V.

I was quietly sitting on the slide, thinking about her unfinished school work, but then something shiny had caught my eye. On the ground next to the bottom of the slide was some sort of locked container.

"Ron, Harry, come over here." I said as she picked up the embroidered container.

"What have you got there, Hermione?" called Harry as he was walking over to the slide I was sitting on.