Hey guys :) again, we're not claiming to be JK Rowling or own anything that she wrote in the splendiferous Harry Potter series, we're just grateful we can explore her characters in our own stories. A short story this time, because we thought Hermione's parents would be interesting to write about. This is after she changed their memories, so they don't remember anything about her. It's very short, but we're planning to write more.
Wendell and Monica Wilkins don't know that they have a daughter, but dreams, although they seem unrealistic at times, have their foundation somewhere in the mind. Monica's dream reminds her of the daughter she thinks she doesn't have.
Memory of a Dream
I woke up on the shores of Australia, and one of my shoelaces was missing... that was the first detail I noticed when I opened my eyes. It might have been because of the dream I just woke up from. I rolled over. It had been such a sweet dream. It had felt more like a memory, yet that was completely impossible. Closing my eyes, I replayed it in my head. Behind my closed eyelids, I saw the little girl running towards me. She looked so happy to see me, and her bushy brown hair, so similar to mine, whirled around her face in the wind. As she came closer, I noticed that her face was so much like Wendell's. Of course, I knew that was just my imagination, for Wendell and I had never been able to have children although we dearly wanted one - one just like this little girl beaming in the sunshine. We even had a name for her, Hermione, our little Hermione Jean Wilkins. I went back to the dream, not wanting to forget any of the details. The little girl had something in her outstretched hands. She was getting closer, and I instinctively bent down to hug her. She pressed a tangled knot in my hand, and I looked down at her quizzically. When she pointed at my shoes, I understood. They were shoelaces. This must have been some kind of art project that she had made in kindergarten that day. The tangled shoelaces had been tie-dyed. Smiling, I started to untie the knot. She looked on proudly as I replaced my old shoelaces with them. I tried to remember the rest of the dream. The little girl's face was already becoming blurry. I opened my eyes, and stared back down at my shoes. The remaining shoelace looked just like the ones the little girl had given me in my dream. Panicking, I got up to look for my other shoelace. It was a stupid thought, but I didn't want to lose the only real part of that dream. After a long search, I found it tying Wendell's goggles to his surf board and towel. He was packed and all ready to go, but he hadn't wanted to wake me up. Reality came back over me. We had been at the beach trying to enjoy a nice day in the sun. There was no little girl coming towards me with presents. Hermione Jean was only a part of my imagination - a memory of a dream. It was just Wendell and I, now and forever.
yeah, that was short, but what do you think? should we continue the story? review :)
thanks for reading,
- the2marauders