Treacherous | Hermione Granger Book II

|01| Chapter One

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One of the very few things that Saffron considered even remotely pleasant or beautiful about Squires was the location in which the 'Care Home' was situated. Right on the coast of Holyhead, Wales, was where they called home. She took a moment to appreciate the sun setting on the horizon, splitting the stones in the most peculiar mixture of yellow and orange. It made even Squires have a nice atmosphere for a few moments. Although, she was brought back to the harsh reality when Rowan blocked the view of the window beside the door, holding up a dirty piece of kitchen roll, full of dust, awaiting Saffron to hold out the black bag in which he would throw the kitchen roll into.

Squire placed much emphasis on learning how to do things the 'muggle way', which was how she justified the Mitchells doing the jobs when she could complete them with ease. Saffron figured that barring the actual work, it wasn't that bad. It usually gave her one-to-one contact with one of her siblings, which was always nice for her as touching base with each of the three other Mitchells was more important to her than ever before.

The revelation that Maya supplied Saffron with as she exited her previous, alternative life at Hogwarts, that she knew what the term 'Clairvoyant' meant for them, caused a shift in the lives of the Mitchells.

She didn't just give Saffron the insight, but Rachel and Rowan too. She prefaced the explanation by stating that there was a lot of moving pieces within what she had discovered and that she couldn't be certain that the clarity she had gained aligned to their situation precisely. Regardless, it was more than they had known previously. In the twin's case, it was a complete revelation as they hadn't any clue as to what the Grey was or could have been for them, beforehand.

As Saffron and Rowan cleaned, she had more pressing issues to discuss with the boy as their Clairvoyancy was month old news. The day had finally come for Rachel and Rowan to go to Diagon Alley and receive their school supplies, most importantly their wands, and Rowan seemed surprised that Saffron had inquired about it as soon as they were free of Squire. When she finally posed a question towards him, he voiced that surprise.

"Took you long enough," Rowan grinned looking up from his piece of kitchen roll. "I thought you'd never ask,"

"Sorry," apologised Saffron and her apology was sincere. This time a year ago, she made her first proper experience with magic outside of Squires the focal point of all of their lives. She felt awful for not doing the same for Rowan, as he of all people would not be one to force it down her throat. She should have asked instantly. Her excuse, Rowan thought, was reasonable. "I've just been thinking about Harry a lot today, it's his birthday you see,"

"He still hasn't responded, then?" asked Rowan, in spite of having immense confidence in the answer coming his way.

Saffron shook her head. "No, but that doesn't matter right now. Tell me everything, Ro, start with your wand, what is it? I'm sort of hoping yours is rowan wood like mine," Saffron smiled fondly, reminiscing over how Mr. Ollivander, the wand maker, stated that a wand made out of eight and a half inches of rowan wood and a unicorn hair was the one for her.

"Not rowan wood, but he did talk a lot about it," Rowan confided in her, splitting his attention between the task Squire gave him and discussing the day he had experienced in Diagon Alley. "He talked about you, Maya and dad, he remembered you all so well,"