Hermione and the Secret Child, chapter two
Hermione and the Secret Child
*CHAPTER TWO*
By, Monkey Man
“You wanted to talk to us?” Harry and Ron asked impatiently drumming their fingers on the window. Rain drops the size of horse shoes battered down against the scarlet steam engine, turning the windows black as night.
“Actually I wanted to warn you what would happen if word gets out about this.” Hermione warned them, glaring heavily into their laughing eyes.
Harry and Ron nodded silently, being sarcastically serious. “Scary.” Ron howled.
“Be quiet Weasel.” Weasel had been Ron’s nickname ever since their fifth year at Hogwarts.
“Are those your little love nicknames?” Harry teased, chuckling softly.
Ron went hot pink as Hermione turned scarlet red.
“Oh Cho let me carry your books! Oh Cho, I’m so sorry for bumping into you!” Ron chirped sarcastically, mocking Harry.
Hermione grabbed the end of her hair and pointed her wand at the blue sea of hair, “Removo!” She muttered. Instantly her hair sparkled brown again the blue was no more. Hermione grinned, wiping the entire make up off her face quickly.
The compartment door wriggled and shacked as the head of the plump lady that sold candy peered through the window, her face wearing a curious look of concern. Hermione, regretfully, unlocked the door to let the woman and her cart full of sweets enter.
After they had purchased all their sweets and chocolates the lady left, leaving the sliding door ajar. Harry quickly shut it closed and assumed the role of someone serious. “What’s wrong?” Hermione curiously, trying to sound interested, her real concern was would the candy affect Sabrina? Sabrina was the name of Hermione’s future daughter. Or that’s what Professor Trelawney predicted. Lucky guess, Hermione always believed.
“Malfoy!” Harry hissed. “He’s coming.”
Ron’s eyes bulged as Hermione and Harry scooted closer to him, in case they had to restrain his from knocking sixteen-year-old Malfoy in the jaw like he did last year at the fifth year quiddich final.
The compartment door swung open and Harry’s enemy, pale faced, misty-eyed Draco Malfoy leapt in. He was followed closely bye his fat body guards of some sort, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. “Hello Weasley.” He sneered looking at Ron. “I hope your mom didn’t have to sell your own brothers to afford school books.” He sneered.
Ron lunged forward, but snapped back as Harry and Hermione caught his arms. “Go to (bleep) Malfoy.” Ron spat angrily.
To Harry and Hermione’s relief and everyone’s surprise, the headmaster of Hogwarts himself, Mr. Albus Dumbledore entered merely, beaming over his half-moon glasses. “Ah, hello Vincent, Gregory, Draco. I’m sorry but I’ll be needing to talk to Harry and his friends alone.” Dumbledoor smiled.
Malfoy, not daring to disturb Albus Dumbledore, backed off, heading back to their compartment. Dumbledore waved his hand silently and the door slid closed. “Hermione, by the looks of your shoes, you’ve met my Granddaughter Melinee.” Dumbledoor beamed.
“Grand daughter?” Ron spat in disbelief.
“Yes,” Dumbledore continued casually. “I know she’s a little, different, she’ll be placed in Gryffindor house Hermione.” He smiled. “Miss Footscray has been moved.” He grinned. “Oh and, uh. Harry…” He smiled. “Try not to get yourself killed this year.”
AUTHORS NOTE: This part was very short, I know.
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