Meeting My Heroes (First Fanfic)

Just saying, this topic has probably been overdone in
This is probably going to be horrid, but please read my first attempt. I consider myself a good writer, though I don't know about the story:/


1. All the Way to America

It was the end of year one at Hogwarts for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and they were about to leave their beloved school, Harry walking as slowly as he could.

"Hurry up, Harry!" Yelled Ron. Harry walked up to his best friends.

"I'll miss you both. And please write-" Hermione started, but she was stopped as she noticed a shining new broom in front of them.

"When did that get here?" Asked Harry, confused. But Ron walked right up to it.

"Oh, sweet! It's the newest model! It's a-" but he was interrupted by Hermione.

"Ron, that doesn't matter. We have to figure out who it belongs to!" But Ron was already about to touch it. Puzzled by how weird the circumstances were, Harry grabbed Ron's shirt to stop him from grabbing the broom. But when he let go, Ron stumbled and fell right on top of the hovering broom. When Ron tried to get up, the broom started moving. Realizing what was happening, Harry grabbed the broom and pulled Hermione over, too.

"What's going on?!" Asked Ron. But as a sickening, dizzy feeling began creeping over him and all he could see was a rush of air, he realized what was happening. That broom was a portkey!

The three landed in a pile in a bedroom. There was a large bookshelf on one side and a bed on the other. They had landed right between the two. When they looked around, they spotted another moaning pile of people on the other side if the bed. Curious, they walked over to the only other human beings in the room. As they got up, Harry recognized them. They were Ginny, Luna, and Neville. Another broom sat beside them.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione! Do you know what's going on?" Asked Ginny.

"I'm not sure-" but Hermione was once again interrupted. There was a loud poof and the two broomsticks disappeared.

"We'll that's too bad," muttered Luna absently, staring at the cieling. "What a wonderful fan,"

Just then, the door opened and I walked in. I stopped in mid-step, wondering how all my favorite characters had managed to get to my mom's bedroom, all the way to America.

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