When Hermione Fights

Insights of my past

Insights of my past

Oh well, there goes my plan, to practise the apparating for further routes. I didn't have any time, but I still took my time to concentrate to be able to get into my room, in the house of my parents, and thats why I stood seconds later, after a very loud bang in the middle of my room.

I quickly spoke the 'Tempus', I see, 6.20 pm, therefore I didn't have much time anymore till 7 pm, when my parents came home from work. However, why was I a witch, and, what is more one with a non-registered wand, come off it! The perfect moment when the good piece of wand could show what it was made of.

Thats when I first conjured my real identity, put the bag with the potion incredients carefully onto my desk, because I'd clear them away later, grasped in the innerbag of my gown to get the unicorn blood vial and put that one in a upholstered casket on my table. Someday I was sure, it would serve me well. Next I pulled out the down-scaled books of my inner bags and threw them onto my bed, increased their sizes with a swipe of my wand, I'd focuse on them later on too.

Now I took off my deep black gown and hid it in my wardrobe. I already wanted to bolt out my room, when I thought about the horus daggers and paused. Oh Gods, that wouldn't have been good, if my parents would've seen me with these weapons, what theatre that would have been, but still they've been invisible. Nevertheless I quickly unbuckled the daggers and hid them in my bedside table. I would occupy myself with it of how and when they are getting invisible, as I wanted to test it myself. I would never rely on Burgins statement, then I would be maybe left one time. That was the thing with trust, it was good, but control was better.

Again I learned my lesson, velocity is good, but to breath through for a second, to think through everything again and then to go ahead is always better. Thats how I could present myself, the good, innocent Hermione, who couldn't kill a fly. Lets go now! I whizzed into the kitchen and swung my hawthorn wand like mad. The doors of the cabinets clattered and the plates madly flew around the air of the modern kitchen and so I let the table in the kitchen set itself, whilst I took out all the incredients for our Piccata Milanese out of the fridge and the supply room.

Next I bewitched the kitchenware, whereon the cutlet started to bread itself. Meanwhile I got a pot, to cook the spaghetti in. Thus, I was busy for the rest of the time. I looked up to the clock, when I heard the front door open, which showed me, that my parents have been 5 minutes too early. I finished my magic, quickly put away my wand and bend down for the pan, to fill it with oil, when they entered the kitchen.

"Hello child! Oh, how lovely, you're almost finished, do you still need help?", my father asked friendly and caring, but still trivial.

"I'm good, thanks, just have a seat. Or stop, would you please prepare something to drink?", I asked. My father just nodded and walked to the fridge. Sometimes I got sad for the coldness and the distance between me and my parents, but I also knew, that I couldn't change anything about it anymore.

When I was finished, all three of us sat on the table, our food in front of us. Today when I prepared the food I felt for the very first time in my life like Molly Weasley and I started to realize with all vividness, that this would never be for me, absolutely not. I made a disgusted grimase, like I would've bitten in a lemon.

Sure, I could do it, it wasn't a difficult magic, but fun was something different in my own eyes. Seeing that I vehemently wished back the Knockturn Alley.

"Enjoy your meal!", we wished each other and started to eat.

"How as your day?", I immediately got asked.

"Thanks it was fantastic! The gallery restored a lot of exhibits again, wherewith they made new never shown masterpieces accessible", I begann with my pompous monologue about the citys art scene. I sounded awfully precocious and in a know-it-all manner, but almost didn't listen to myself, though played the role very well, as I saw when looking at my parents!