Three Hallows' Eve || Harmione & Jily

Chapter 9.3

The knock on the door finally came as she was helping her Dad tidy up the kitchen, and her Mum went to answer it.

'Good afternoon. Helen Granger, is it?' she heard a woman's voice ask after the door opened.

'That's it. Afternoon,' Mum replied.

'My name's Lily Potter, and my colleague here is Anne Webb. Do you mind if we come in?'

Dad dried his hands and ushered Hermione through to the living room as Mum led their guests into the house before bustling off to prepare some hot drinks. 'Richard Granger,' he introduced himself with an outstretched hand, and one of the prettiest ladies she had ever seen took it with a smile.

'Lily Potter,' she said pleasantly. 'And you must be Hermione?' she asked, and Hermione nodded shyly.

'Hello.'

Mrs Potter smiled kindly and offered her hand to shake. 'I have a son just a bit younger than you are. I imagine you're feeling really quite worried at the moment, but I promise that there's absolutely nothing to be anxious about. Today, I'd just like to take some time to talk to you, if you're okay with that?' Hermione nodded again, a bit more confidently. 'Excellent. We'll wait for Mum to come back shall we?'

Hermione took a seat on the sofa next to her Dad as he directed the ladies to the other. Mum came in and provided them with drinks before settling on her other side, taking one of Hermione's hands in hers and laying them on her lap.

The other lady, Miss Webb, spoke up for the first time. 'Before we begin, we should make it clear that there's a little more going on here than you're aware of. Me and Lily aren't from the clinic you reached out to, but we are here in their place. Once we found out about your circumstances, we reached out and organised to come and see you instead because we can provide answers that they wouldn't have been able to.'

Mrs Potter picked up where Miss Webb left off. 'What we're going to discuss today is going to sound quite unbelievable, but I promise that we're being completely truthful and will be able to provide proof of that fact. We only ask that you give us a chance to explain everything fully. Just over seventeen years ago, I was in the exact same position you are now Hermione, so I know exactly how strange this afternoon is going to feel for you.'

'Please,' Dad said, slightly confused, 'go ahead. We're all ears.'

Mrs Potter nodded. 'The easiest way to discuss this is to get the big unbelievable part out of the way first.' She paused and took a breath. 'Magic is absolutely real, and your daughter is a witch, as are Anne and I, which is why Hermione had been doing unexplainable things. Better yet, we can prove it, and answer any questions you might have.'

Hermione's eyes went as wide as saucers and she shifted to the edge of her seat.

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It was almost seven o'clock before Mrs Potter and Miss Webb left. The time had gotten away from them in the six hours they'd been telling stories of a hidden magical society, and a magical school, and a Ministry of Magic, and magical wands, and magical books! They departed with the agreement that they'd return in the new year to answer any more questions, and the opportunity to visit the magical district in London. Mrs Potter had also left her address so they could write to her in the meantime if they wanted to.

'Well,' her Dad started, 'I'm not sure what I was expecting from this afternoon but it certainly wasn't that.'

Hermione spun to face him, her expression imploring. 'You do believe them though, don't you, Dad? They were telling the truth,' she pleaded. 'I know it! It's like I could feel it!'

'I don't see how we couldn't believe them,' Mum replied, pulling her into a hug.

Dad chuckled. 'I think my mind stopped protesting when she turned the side table into a dog.'

She looked between them both hopefully with tears in her eyes. 'So I can go? To Hogwarts?'

'We've only ever wanted the best for you. Sounds to me like the best has become Hogwarts when you're old enough.'

'Oh, thank you!' she cried and glomped onto him. 'Thank you, thank you, thank you.'

He picked her up and rocked with her as she sobbed into his neck, and her Mum joined the embrace, sandwiching her between them. They stood there for a short while, and eventually Hermione calmed down.

'I think we ought to create a list of things we want to find out about - that way we know what to ask Mrs Potter when we see her next, and we'll know what books to look for when we visit this Diagon Alley,' her Mum suggested, and she nodded furiously before racing off to get some paper and a pen, completely ignoring the muttered, 'I didn't necessarily mean right this second,' as she left the room.

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