Prologue
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
The older woman gently places a hand on the bushy hair of her daughter, her other floating to capture that of the man who stood next to her. The girl, obviously frightened by the older woman who stood in their living room, pressed her body closer to the side of her mother. Her eyes drifted up only slightly, her hair blurring much of the unknown woman.
The woman who stood speaking curtly to the girl's parents had a blue pointed hat that the young girl thought quite resembled that of a witch's hat. She wondered if she was in fact a witch, as the strange dress she wore looked almost exactly like the one the witch from her fairy tales book wore. Though this one looked much more comfortable, and the girl opened her mouth to speak before closing it all together. Now was not the appropriate moment to ask if she herself could acquire such a piece of clothing and she merely huffed to herself in longing. If only they would stop their obvious disgruntled discussion, then she could sate her curiosity. As the minutes ticked by, her need to ask the question only increased.
Only a minute later, the little girl was tugging on her mother's skirt. "Mama." She whispered the word quietly, waiting patiently for the woman she was pressed against to once more acknowledge her. The woman held a hand up to the other woman and turned her head down to address her child. Her hand curled in the curly hair as she smiled a smile only a mother could to a child they so obviously adored.
"Yes, dear?"
The little girl straightened her pose and glanced up at the imposing elderly woman. "May I have a dress like her's? It is so wonderful." She looked so excited at the mere thought of perhaps acquiring such an outfit. Her eyes were bright and she did not notice the other woman look of complete distaste.
A throat was cleared before her the mother could give her daughter an answer, "I believe it is time for me to leave." She reached over to pick up the heavy grey cloak. The man moved for the first time since the conversation had started, an almost pleading look in his eyes. He looked back at his curious daughter, his head dropping slightly as he tried to form the correct words. What would he say that could perhaps rectify everything that had come to pass?
A sigh laced the air before he spoke, "Please, there must be a way."
The woman gave a shake of her head, her hand moving to turn the doorknob. The young girl, suddenly frightened once more was pressed against her mother's side. The question was forgotten, her desire to own the woman's outfit gone with it. She did not understand, she was still young, but she knew enough to know that something was desperately wrong.
"I'm afraid there is no place for werewolves like Hermione Granger at Hogwarts."
There we are, the first first installment of a great story to come. This story will pick up much later in Hermione's life in the next chapter, but I thought this was a good addition for you all to read.
Please read and review. I have not wrote fanfiction in far too long.
Yours,
Josie