Happy Halloween! A moment of silence please for the 34th Anniversary of James and Lily Potter's death.
This is my first time writing anything like this. Constructive criticism is welcomed. This is a Minerva/Hermione family fic. It's basically a series of one-shots through the years and perhaps after, I'm not sure yet. Updates will not be very frequent as I am busy with school and homework and reading. I am only 13 and have no beta so please be tolerant.
Thank You!
All things Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, not me.
There was a brisk knock at the door. "I'll get it Mum, Dad!" Hermione gently closed her book and set it down on the table, not forgetting to place a bookmark gently between the pages. She got up and went into the entrance hall. Opening the door, she looked up to see a middle-aged woman with greying black hair and pale green eyes. She was wearing a light green shirt and black trousers. Hermione could tell from her serious expression that this woman could be-and probably was- very stern, but saw a faint sparkle in her eyes that told otherwise.
"Hullo, Hermione." the woman said.
"How do you know my name?" Hermione inquired. "That is, how may I help you?" she corrected herself.
The woman smiled faintly. "May I come in?"
Hermione glanced over her shoulder somewhat nervously. "I suppose?" she said uncertainly, stepping aside and holding the door open for the woman.
"Can I help you?" Daniel Granger said as he stepped into the hallway.
"Ah, Mr. Granger. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School. I have come to offer your daughter a place at my school. Would it be convenient to talk?" Professor McGonagall- that was her name! - introduced herself professionally.
"Oh, of course, of course. Step this way…" he led the Professor into the lounge room.
Hermione followed them in, and sat back down where she had been sitting before. She picked up her book, started to open it, and then changed her mind. She placed the book carefully on the arm of the chair.
"Jean, would you bring some tea?" her dad called "There's someone here to talk about a school for Hermione."
"Give me a minute." Her mother called back.
"The Lord of the Rings?" Professor McGonagall asked. Hermione nodded. "Good series. I see you like books."
"Oh, yes! Reading is my favourite thing to do. Well, apart from school and learning, that is." Hermione rather liked this woman.
Then her mother walked in carrying a tray with tea and biscuits. "Oh, hullo. I'm Jean, Jean Granger, Hermione's mother." She surveyed this woman over the top of the tray, and placed it on the coffee table.
"Minerva McGonagall, Professor and Deputy Headmistress at Hogwarts School." Professor McGonagall introduced herself again while Jean poured tea for everyone.
"Well…I suppose there's no other way to say this." The Professor started. "Hermione… well… have you ever noticed anything … strange… happening around her?" she finished awkwardly.
The Grangers shared an uneasy look. "Umm… well… yes…I suppose we have…" Dan trailed off.
"Such as?" she pressed.
Hermione shifted uneasily. "Sometimes a book will just…appear on my bed… and sometimes when the kids at school take my books they seem to…to come to life, hit the kids, and fly back to me…and once when one of them ripped one of my books up… well, it somehow fixed itself overnight. And a couple times when they were calling me names, some … some bad things happened to them… Do you know why? What's wrong with me?" Tears glistened in her eyes.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Hermione. This kind of thing happens because you have an unusual talent, one which few people possess… Hermione, you are a witch. You are magic." Professor McGonagall revealed.
"I'm … I'm Magic!?" Hermione exclaimed. She could not believe this. It explained everything strange that had ever happened around her. She was magic… she was special.
"Magic." The Professor confirmed. "And, if your parents are willing, you will be going to the finest school of magic in Europe- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There you will learn how to control your magic and also many spells. I assume you will be going? It is a boarding school though."
Hermione looked at her parents pleadingly.
"Of course you can go darling. It sounds like an amazing opportunity." Her mother gushed.
The child grinned broadly and then asked, "Could you… Could you please prove it? It's just that… magic's not supposed to exist."
"Of course," McGonagall smiled. "All you children ask me that." She took out her wand. "This is my wand. You will of course buy one when you go to purchase your school supplies. They allow us to focus our magic and cast spells. But there are things you can do without one." She then transformed in to her Animagus form.
"Oh my gosh! How did you do that? Will I be able to do that? How can I learn to do that?" This was said very quickly and excitedly by Hermione.
McGonagall changed back. "Calm down," she said, hiding a smile. She loved the wonder on the children's faces when they were first introduced to magic. "This is very advanced magic and most students don't begin to learn it until their seventh year or until they are graduated. But I am sure you can learn how to do it in a few years." Checking her watch, she said, "Goodness, look at the time. I should be going soon. But first, we will need to organise a date so I can take you to Diagon Alley to get your supplies. Perhaps next Saturday would be good?"
Hermione's parents looked at each other. "Yes, that should be fine. We don't have any pressing business then, do we?" Jean said.
"Not that I know of." Her husband replied.
"Good. Then shall I return at 10 o'clock next Saturday?" The Deputy rose.
"That's fine." Dan said. "It's a relief to know what was causing those strange things to happen. Thank you."
"See you then." Hermione grinned at her soon-to-be-professor.
"Until Saturday." McGonagall bowed with impeccable grace, and departed. As she left the room, she heard a squeal of excitement from Jean.
"Would you believe it? Our very own Hermione… magic!"