One Last Try [HP Jamione fanfic]

Extra Scene - August

A/N: This is an extra scene - Hermione Granger appears in the Prewett's garden - the lead up to the beginning of chapter two Iphemia's perspective.

There is a response to a confused review I got at the bottom of this chapter - hope it clears things up!

4th August 1970

A shock vibrated through Iphemia's body, wards vibrating sharply as they were breached. Somehow someone had got through the wards and onto their Estate. She exchanged a glance with Geraint who was frowning too. Clearly whoever this person was they didn't mean harm as the wards would not have reacted so briefly or calmly. It didn't stop Iphemia from being highly disconcerted.

"I'll find out what in Merlin's name is going on." She stood from the breakfast table, Geraint staying seated. The twins were watching, wide-eyed and curious.

"Be careful, love." Geraint urged, his brow furrowed, brown eyes dark with worry. They were both far too aware of the brewing discontent in their world, and even if it hadn't spread far, a stranger appearing in their Estate was suspicious.

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Iphemia levitated the small body in front of her as she re-entered the Manor, a frown on her brow. The girl – who couldn't be older than ten – had been passed out on the lawn, limbs sprawled wide, covered in a terrifying amount of blood and mud. She had a wand clutched in one hand, a small beaded purple bag in the other.

"Who's that, mum?" Fabian leant forward around Geraint who was holding the twins back from rushing forward curiously.

"Never you mind." Iphemia told them sternly, levitating the girl in front of her up the stairs to one of the spare bedrooms on the first floor.

"Do you need some help, love?" Geraint called up after her.

"When you're able, yes."

Iphemia lowered her onto the pristine duvet, not worrying about the inevitable stains at that moment. She examined the girl, having already pocketed her wand and bag for the time being. It didn't seem like a very effective strategy to attack someone, but it would be an effective strategy to invade their home.

She syphoned the blood and dirt from the girl, shrewd eyes watching to make sure she didn't wake up in the midst. Clean now – and still unconscious – the girl didn't appear to have any injuries that would have caused her state.

Iphemia took a seat in the chair beside the bed, her wand within easy reach as she waited for her to wake.

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Some time later, what must have been hours, the girl still hadn't woken. Geraint had yet to come upstairs, but he was busy with the twins and he knew she could handle herself.

The door creaked open and Gideon poked his head around the door jamb tentatively – he'd always been the shier of the twins. "Mum? Is she okay?" He stepped fully in to the room when Iphemia beckoned him in gently.

Iphemia looked down at the girl when she twitched slightly, her fingers moving nearly imperceptibly. "She should be fine in time, love."

Gideon frowned at the girl, who was a strange juxtaposition – she looked young, younger than the twins, but the state she'd been in, and she had a wand. Iphemia would get to the bottom of the enigma that was this girl, but she wanted to talk to her before she resorted to using Legilimency.

She stepped around the bed, resting a hand on Gideon's shoulder and steering him towards the door, "Go fetch your brother and then you can both run some errands for me. Maybe by the time you are back she will be awake."