Hermione Granger and the Year Hidden from Hogwarts

Chapter 8

Hermione Granger and the Year Hidden from Hogwarts

Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 8

March 30th, 1990

Hermione grinned to herself in her bathroom mirror as the world descended into her "Veil Vision." It wasn't much of an accomplishment in the grand scheme of achievements they'd managed throughout her time working for the secret service, but the possibilities to further applications could open up a lot of doors.

With the brain scans, she'd been able to see what areas of her brain lit up when she switched to the ghostly world, almost as if she'd been able to help direct the flow of intent through the countless hours of meditation whenever school grew too banal for her to withstand—which was disappointingly often considering advancing a level.

There was nothing more she loved doing than proving Charles wrong, and now she had definitive proof. Despite getting more subtle when she blinked into her ghostly powers, she'd never quite managed to make it so seamless.

Without breaking eye contact with her own glowing reflection—the final key to putting together the pieces—her vision returned to normal without so much as a twitch.

She now had hard evidence that her meditations and the scans were worth the time and money to have them printed. Well, sort of. The whole process of her powers didn't just involve lighting key areas in her brain.

"Mum, Dad," Hermione called, catching her brilliant smile in the mirror, not even caring about her smidgen too long front teeth as she tore out.

Her dad skidded into the hallway, brandishing a cast iron skillet. "Where's the ghost, Tootsie? I'll get them!"

That threw Hermione from her course of excitement. "There's—Dad, there's no ghost, but if there were, why would you grab a frying pan?"

"I've been reading all the latest ghost hunting magazines. Iron is notorious for fighting off evil spirits," he explained, lowing the cookery. "So there aren't any wayward ghosts attacking our household."

Hermione tried to hold back her grin. "I'm afraid not, Dad."

"Oh, well that's good. Yeah, great."

Her mum showed up at that time, watching Richard with a fond smile. "Sorry, dear. I know how excited you've been for—"

Richard held up his hand. "No, don't apologize for our house being safe. Woohoo, right?"

He moped all the way into the kitchen, placing the skillet back onto the counter instead of the cupboard where it normally resided but hadn't done so since he subscribed to any ghost research he could get his hands on two weeks ago.

Hermione didn't comment on it, unable to withhold her mounting excitement at her discovery. "I figured out how to control it," she breathed and performed her trick once more, switching to Veil Vision without so much as a "how do you do."

Her dad missed it, but her mum nodded and said, "Nice dear."

Hermione floundered, a frown drawing down her brows as her mum patted her dad's shoulder, consoling him. "I—did you miss it?"

"No, you switched to your—what do you call it now? Ghost sight?"

"Veil Vision, but I did it without blinking!"

Richard roused from his forlorn staring, glancing up. "That's great news, Tootsie. Good on you."

Hermione huffed. "Why aren't you more excited? Don't you realize the possibilities this can open up?"