A Fortunate Meeting
It started out as any other had before. She woke up, she got ready, she left the house. Although this day was special, she didn't know that. She didn't know that this day, this one singular, seemingly average day; was the start. The start of her journey of her new life.
Hermione arrived at the local mall, with her purse in hand, and a daunting task in the way. She had been 'nominated' by her brothers, all five of them; to complete an easy chore. All she had to do was buy a birthday present for her father, a man that wanted nothing, but gave everything. This man was kind, and caring, and loving. But, a pain in the arse to by things for. Hence why no one volunteered to do the shopping.
Walking in to the packed and stuffy mall, you could hardly hear yourself think. It was filled. Hermione expertly navigated herself through the stampede of talkative teenagers, gossiping adults, and disapproving elderly. After battling her way through the dense on-slaughter, she arrived at a small shop, located in an out-of-the way area, that had a vastly little amount of people. The insignificant store had an array of hand-made objects, trinkets, and anything else you could think of. She had been recommended this small shop by a friend, one from the hidden Wizening World. After seeing the store in person, she could now understand her friends enthusiasm. It was in one word, spectacular.
After an eternity of searching for the 'perfect gift', she found the next best thing. Although Hermione's father was a hard man to buy for, there was one thing that he loved. His large and loving family. So, why not get him something to remind him of, said family.
Hermione ended up purchasing a small-ish, ornate, detailed, silver tree. The tree was 30 centimetres tall, completely void of leaves, just the think branches that steamed out 13 centimetres in each direction. Although, just on its own, the tree would have been beautiful, of every main branch held an oval, engraved frame; the frames having no pictures in them.
The young woman left the store in a cocoon of satisfaction. She, the one everyone doubted -playfully- had found the 'perfect gift'! Walking haste-fully through the possibly growing crowd, she heard the loud and forceful cry of a child. The unmistakable screech of "DADDY!" could be easily heard, but no one looked concerned. Hermione looks around quickly, searching for the child.
She found him. A young boy with deep mahogany-brown hair, clutching the bottom-lip of his jumper, stood on his own in the middle of a busy cross-section, tears speeding down his face in a race. Rushing towards the boy, she picked him up, and cocooned him into a comforting embrace. Shushing him, she stroked his head reassuringly, slowly quieting him down until he just looked upset and remorseful.
Looking into his young, youthful eyes, she noticed something. They were slowly changing colour! First from his unassuming hazel, to a shockingly bright green, to a startlingly cool grey; she quickly realised something. This boy, this young, scared little boy was a Metamorphmagus.
Thoroughly surprised, she spoke calmly to the boy.
"What's your name Sweetie?" Hermione asked, hopefully displaying a sense on ease to the child.
He sombrely replied with a simple "Teddy, Teddy Lupin,".