The Wizard Who Could (Male Reader X Hermione Granger)

Omen Of.../One Strange Bird

-THE BURROW-

*KNOCK *KNOCK *KNOCK

"Coming!" Mrs. Weasley calls out as she finishes up the rest of the dirty dishes. She checks to make sure she is at least "presentable" in the eyes of whoever is behind the door.

"I wonder who that could be..." She asks to no one in particular.

As she calmly walks towards the door, she suddenly feels her heart grow cold, her legs go stiff, and her heart rate rise every millisecond. Her eyes grow wide as she stares at the door, which now seems to be miles away.

"O...oh my..." She gasps in her mind, her mind starting scramble around like panicking squirrels. She can't understand what this feeling is that is crawling all over her body. Ineffable fear can be the only real explanation.

And, as quickly as the feeling reaches its peak, she finds her feet walking her towards the door, almost as if she is being pushed against her will. Just as she gets to the door, the cold feeling is gone, replaced with familiarity.

She quickly opens the door and almost gasps at the figure standing in front of her. Her eyes slowly move up their body until they reach the eyes of the guest.

"Mrs. Weasley...pleasure to see you as always."

Molly almost can't believe her eyes as she quickly wipes them to make sure she isn't seeing things. She looks up once again and this time, it's one of anger.

"And just WHERE do you think you have been all this time?!" She roars up at the tall man. "To think you have the right to not visit your family regularly! Why come here?!"

"And I surely wish to explain my actions. But not to you—but to the person that is currently in your home."

"W-wha..." The red headed mother stammers in disbelief. "How did you..."

"I'm sorry, but I really need to speak to her. Can I come in?" He asks with a rare warm tone to his voice. Mrs. Weasley feels her anger diminish by the second. His oily voice always carried a sense of authority, but also persuasiveness, like a tempting snake.

With one small huff, she steps to the side of the door. "Come on in then. I'll fetch her for you."

"Thank you." He nods as he walks into the house, almost seemingly floating off the ground as he heads to simply stop in the middle of the small living room.

Molly, as she goes to climb the stairs, can't help but feel the man's eyes watch her as she takes her leave. His eyes always gave off the feeling of an endless abyss of darkness, one you could never hope to escape from if caught.

As she gets closer and closer to the room, she hears the soft sound of jazz music. It really wasn't her cup of tea, but it sounds rather pleasant the more she hears it. Maybe it would grow on her.

Mrs. Weasley knocks two times on the door, waits a few seconds, and softly opens the door while peaking through. She sees the back of a figure, clearly sitting down and leaning forward, sleeping against a desk in the room—the CD player right next to their head.

"Diana, wake up. You have a guest..." Molly whispers, careful not to startle Y/N's mother.

Surprisingly, Diana jolts up with a groan, quickly wiping the saliva on her lip as she turns around.