Hermione and the Secret Child
By Monkey Man
Hermione woke one early Saturday morning with a striking pain in her stomach. She rolled over, her eyes swelling with tiredness. She let out a short and choppy grunt and spread her eyes open wide, gazing at the ceiling. Her opened mouth quickly frowned and she rolled over once more, stuffing her red face into the pillow beneath her.
“Hermione!” Her mother’s warm voice shouted out. “Are you still asleep Hermione?” She called, her feet's volume increasing as she trudged up the stairs. Her weak hand stretched forth and clicked on the little lamp, set on the night stand aside her two poster brass bed.
“Coming mom!” She shouted out, forcing herself up. Her matted brown hair fell loosely down to her pillow as she stretched. Her overgrown stomach pushing up from the covers. “Give me a while mother!” Hermione added, shoving her hair off her shoulders. “God (bleep)it.” She muttered angrily, sprawling of her bed.
“Hermione! Come on!” Her mother shouted. “September first! You have ten minutes! We got to leave!” Her mother boomed, sounding annoyed.
Hermione’s eyes shot to her alarm clock. “God, I must of fried it when it tried to wake me up.” She muttered, grabbing a box of pills from her night-stand. She reached into the box and grabbed a pill. Forcefully, she shoved it into her mouth and swallowed hard. She usually woke up very early and would be ready to leave bye now, but the past few days had been different, ever since it happened.
Ten minutes later Hermione was downstairs and ready to leave, her matted, bushy brown hair combed back smoothly, her teeth bristling white, and her trunk handle gripped in her right hand. “Ready.” She nodded quickly, gazing at her mother. Her cat, Crookshanks, sprawled from the staircase down to plop uneasily bye Hermione’s side. “Oh, almost forgot you.” She exclaimed, scooping up her overlarge ginger cat. Her mother led her out of the lake side house down to their Mini Van.
As she threw the door open, a loud scream came upon her ears. A small, rather vivid glob of green substance was slithering along the ceiling of the Mini Van. Sixteen-year-old Hermione jumped back. “What’s that?” Hermione gawked. “Never seen anything like it.” She gazed at it, amazed as the green substance projected brightly. It’s ends straightened as legs. It dropped from the ceiling below to fall with a soft plop on the leather seats.
Hermione groaned as her mother trudged down the path leading to the driveway. Hermione, without thinking, grabbed the substance and shoved it in her coat pocked. “Hi honey!” Her mother squealed, getting into the car. “Come on, hop in.” Her mother said, showing off her white teeth. Hermione groaned and got into the car. “So umm…Tell ‘em yet?” Though Hermione’s mother’s humor was annoying, she was very easy to talk to.
“Uh, yah…yah…I did.” Hermione spat nervously, lying. She thought it better that she didn’t tell her mother quite yet. “They’re really happy for me and eager to help me find who it was…” She made up as she went along. “And…uh…when we find the father…we are gonna tell him…” She added quickly.
“Oh that’s great, I’m surprised they took it so well.” Her mother gazed at her. She smiled weakly. “You have a great bunch of friends.” Her mother told her, starting the car.
The rest of the car ride was quiet as they sped toward King’s Cross Railroad station. Hermione gazed longingly out the window. A knot grew in her stomach as she gazed. How would she tell them? Could she tell them?
The car skidded to a halt in the parking lot of the station. Hermione got up and lugged her trunk behind her. Her mother helped her get her trunk on a cart and wheel it into the station. Only then did Hermione remember the slime in her pocket. They stopped by the barrier between platform 9 and 10. Hermione took her trunk off the cart and smiled at her mother. “Bye mum.” She said, hugging her mother tightly.
“Bye honey, have a good year…call me when it happens, okay?” Her mother exclaimed.
“Okay…” Hermione groaned even thinking about it. “But just don’t tell all the family, please. I don’t want Grandma and Grandpa dying of shock because I’m pregnant.” Hermione muttered. She waved and swung her trunk in front of her and leaned against the barrier. In less then a second she stumbled to the side of platform nine and ¾. She lugged her cart wearily onto the train and ran down the platform to find an empty compartment. She threw her trunk on the luggage rack and collapsed down onto the seat. She groaned and let out a deep sigh.
The compartment door slid open moments later; a tall, skinny girl with big, velvet eyes and straining bleached hair slowly walked in. She gazed at Hermione and stuck her hand out. “Hi.” Her American voice stood different than any Hermione had heard, it sounded relaxed. “I’m an, uh…American exchange student.” She smiled weakly. “I know…It’s weird, see I’m well…Gifted.” She went on, sighing. “Smarter, the American dump wasn’t good enough, so mom sent me here.” She continued, sitting down. “And this is supposedly the best wizarding school around.” She shrugged, slapping her hands to her side. “Oh…I’m… Melinee, bye the way.” She smiled, showing her heavy dark purple lipstick and eye liner.
“I’m Hermione.” Hermione answered quickly. She nodded, shaking Melinee’s hand firmly. She quickly gazed down at Melinee’s shoes…she wasn’t wearing any.
“Oh…my shoes.” She smiled. She muffled her coat in search of something and drew out a long birch wand from her right pocket. “Java Cove!” She screeched. With a blinding blue flash she was wearing bright blue platforms. “Now for my cloths.” She tapped her wand on her robes a few times. With another disturbing flash of light she was wearing a small blue top and a tight skirt. She smiled and crossed her legs. Her beautiful smile fixed upon Hermione.
“Wow.” Hermione said breathlessly, forcing a painful smile. “It’s uh…really uh…well I can honestly say it’s really you…” Hermione said, eyeing her up.
“Want me to give you a make over?” She asked, jumping to her feet.
Hermione jumped back. “Well uh…” Then she remembered a letter she got from Mcgonagall a week ago…A transfer student from Highland is arriving on the train, show her around and make her feel at home. Hermione nodded nervously, dreading what came next. “Well just until the train gets there.” She forced out a brief smile.
Melinee approached her, smiling. She brandished her wand and gazed at Hermione’s matted hair. “Your hair…my, my…” She began. “We’ll have to do that the muggle way.” She sighed and took a small crystal brush from her dazzling purse. “Or not.” She smiled and approached Hermione. She lifted a tangled bit of Hermione’s hair into her hand and pressed the brush down on it, stroking threw it like the fur on a horse’s main. Her hair magically straightened out. As Melinee magically straightened every last part she sighed heavily and squinted at Hermione. She took out a few bands and tied Hermione’s hair back. She then fished around in her purse and drew out a long, wet, baby blue comb.
Hermione restrained herself from screaming…if she was right; Melinee was going to streak her hair. She bit her lip to keep from talking.
Melinee ran the colored comb down Hermione’s hair several times. “Hermione…” She smiled. Now for the make up.” She shoved the comb into her purse and reached into and pulled out a small, leather case. She popped it open and took out a small pencil like object, magic, purple eye shadow. This magical make up glittered and flashed.
About a half an hour later, Hermione was done. Wearing red platform sandals, her hair streaked with baby blue many times, it was also now limp and shoulder length. Blacked lips and purple eyelids, she was wearing a blue scarf on her head, a black, shimmering mini-skirt, and a small yellow tank top. Hermione gazed down at her new look, startled. “Uh…wow.” She said, taken back.
To her discomfort, the compartment door slid open and Hermione’s friend, Ron Weasley walked in, bewildered at the site of Hermione.
“Hermione?” He asked, startled.
“Yes?” She asked.
“Umm…You’ve well…you look…different.” He spat.
“How?”
“Well…you look, good.” He shivered. He cocked his head towards Melinee. “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” He said, grinning at her.
Hermione grumbled, pacing the compartment waiting for Ron to finish flirting. “Done yet?” She asked when finally, Melinee left to find the famous, Harry Potter.
“Sorry.” He said, eyeing Hermione up.
“Where’s Harry?” Hermione asked, throwing on her black robe.
“Oh…him.” Ron was still eyeing Hermione up, looking dumb-struck. He started hysterically laughing.
“Funny.” Hermione mumbled, pulling him up. “Very funny…” She grunted. She staggered around for her wand and tapped her hair angrily trying to get remove the blue highlights in her hair.
“Very American.” Ron chuckled senselessly.
“Shut up…” She shrugged. “I’ll be the laughing stock of the school.” She whined. Then she remembered about the substance in her pocket and quickly drew it out to show Ron.
“Oh my god!” Ron exclaimed, squinting at the gupe. “Flaque wait!”
“Flaque wait?” Hermione spat. “I should of known!” She screamed, smelling the gupe. She took a huge bite out of it and fell back into her seat. A yellow stream of light wrapped around her body, she began to rise in mid air. As her body lifted, the yellow light continued to surge. She began to twirl till there was no more of her and just a yellow streak of what looked like miniature lightning.
“Hermione?” Ron laughed.
“Yes?” Came a shrill high-pitched chirp. “Ron does it work?” The voice asked.
“Yes!” Ron spat over all his laughing.
Then the compartment door slid open and Harry Potter, Hermione’s other best friend assembled in, Melinee on his tail, blurting out questions about lord Voldemort. Harry glanced at the lightning or Hermione and laughed. “Flaque!” Harry yelled, snatching Hermione and pulling her.
With a loud pop, Hermione, back in her, ‘new look’ was assembled at the floor, the Flaque still in her hand. She gazed up at them and smiled weakly. “Doesn’t she look SOO better?” Melinee spat, pulling her up.
“Umm…” Harry and Ron bit onto their fingers to muffle their annoying chuckles.
“Melinee…” Hermione said, putting her arm around the strange teen-ager. “Well I would like to speak to my friends alone right now…” Hermione almost practically threw Melinee out and slammed the compartment door behind her. She assembled her wand and quickly, magically locked the door. “Hello…” She grinned, wickedly.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is the first out of a series I’m writing so just because it really doesn’t talk about ‘the secret child’ much doesn’t mean it won’t, thank you.
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