A/N: Hey there, it's been a while hasn't it? To all my fans who love to read my stories, you will notice I haven't been updating the other two major stories in my series so far. Seeing some of you are my avid readers of some of my other stories, I owe you an explanation. Truth is recently I lost someone very dear to me. A childhood friend and fellow HP lover, Sarah passed away and I haven't been in the mood to write. The reason I'm back and writing this is because it is my way to deal with the loss.
Sarah was a good friend and one of those few I used to hang out with back in the day when we would gather outside our local Borders to wait the arrival of the new HP series. She was a Romione shipper but more importantly, she was a huge Hermione Granger fan. Sarah swears by the books and so, she had a lot to say about the movies' portrayal of Hermione Granger.
I want to dedicate this fic to her as I try to incorporate everything Sarah thought about Hermione Granger into this fic. This is most likely going to be a three-shot or four-shot just like my other story, The Trial of Draco Malfoy. Part of this story is also inspired by one of our favourite films of the 1990s, The Truman Show, which is also the reason for the title. In this story, I will explore the character of Hermione Granger and just how truly special she is. One thing that both Sarah and I did share in common. We both loved the Golden Trio and hated any form of bashing towards any character. For Sarah. RIP
Disclaimer: Not really relevant given where my story is headed. You know who it belongs to.
The Hermione Show
"We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented."
Chapter 1
"Hermione, you're ready to leave?" Ron asked as Hermione looked up from her book. As her thirty-eight-year-old husband appeared in front of her, Hermione could not help but giggle at how familiar the scene was. Hermione and Ron had decided to pay a visit to Hogwarts to drop off some books that Rose insisted she needed for her new school term. After embarrassing their second-year daughter, both Hermione and Ron had decided to take a walk down memory lane. They had tea with Hagrid, who nearly crushed their ribs with his strong hugs and made them quiver at the news of more Blast-Ended Skrewts coming in. They met up with Headmistress McGonagall and even had a laugh with the portraits of Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape, the latter whom had snickered at the news of Ron being a former Auror that Hermione thought it best to remove her husband from hexing a portrait. They got to witness Neville prepare his lessons for Herbology and could not help but share a look of pride to see their former schoolmate take up teaching so effortlessly. Arguably the best moment came when they decided to revisit the Room of Requirement for a light snogging session with their emergence from the room coinciding with Rose walking past and screaming at yet another embarrassing moment from her parents.
Hermione had retreated to the library while Ron had decided to visit the Quidditch Pitch once more. Back in the comfort of her old sanctuary, Hermione, being a Ministry official and a war hero, walked into the Restricted Section to take a peek at certain titles she was unable to as a student. So it was no surprise that on the last aisle of the Restriction section and on the bottom shelf, obscured from view with dust that Hermione found a book of spells that caught her eye. It was mostly blank and had no title or author, all of which piqued her curiosity further. However, as Hermione turned to the last two pages, she saw written in barely discernible ink, the ingredients for a spell which made Hermione's eyes widened.
"The Life Spell. This is, without doubt, the most dangerous spell in all of existence. The spell is neither dark nor light and is best left alone. The spell would bring new meaning to one's life in ways that no one in this world can possibly imagine. Only one other individual has managed to brew and perform this spell correctly. His name is … Mopsus."
A quick search for the name brought about a famous seer in Greek mythology with the name Mopsus but no mention of such a character existed in the wizarding community of Britain. Hermione's interest grew as she looked at the ingredients for the spell. The spell consisted of a potion which needed to be brewed during the full moon and one needed to drink the potion before casting the charm for the spell to work. The ingredients were relatively easy to get. As Hermione flipped to the final page of the book, she noticed a piece of paper wedged at the side of the book's cover. On the paper was a message scribbled in what looked like blood.
To whoever reads this, please listen to me. This message is my last words in this world and if somehow, this paper is not erased then consider yourself blessed to be reading this. I only have one message. Please burn this book. Do not attempt the spell. Do not do it! It is far too late for me but you can save yourself so much pain if you choose right now to burn or destroy this horrid thing.
If by some chance, you had already performed the spell, then my only advice to you is to accept the reality that is presented to you! Accept it as hard as you can. Do not attempt to remove your memories for that does not work. Accept it.
I hope this message reaches you in time. I have tried writing it onto the book itself but the magic of the book is strong and only by leaving a message on the piece of paper here can I hope to pass on my message.
Sincerely,
Professor Trocar
Hermione had inquired with Madam Pince if there had been such a professor who worked in the school. When that was in vain, Hermione took the Hogwarts records dating back to the founding of the school to see if such a professor had visited. It was here that Ron approached her, his hair a mess from flying around the pitch although his piercing, blue eyes and famous lopsided grin still brought butterflies to Hermione's stomach.
"Not quite yet, Ron. I'm looking for something."
"Have we travelled back in time, Hermione? Is there perhaps another Horcrux that we haven't searched for yet? Or are you trying to brew Polyjuice Potion once again?" Ron chuckled as Hermione gave him a mock glare.
"No, I just found something interesting. Listen here…" Hermione said as she explained what she had found to her husband. Ron gave her a concerned look as Hermione pointed towards the school records.
"There's no mention of a Professor Trocar anywhere in the school records, Ron! I've searched and searched and still nothing."
"Maybe you missed something. Check the note again." Ron replied. Hermione grumbled as she placed the book of records aside, thinking that Ron should know better than to question her researching abilities before she realized something was wrong. The note that Hermione had placed underneath a book was no longer there.
"The note is missing!" Hermione yelled as she pushed aside all the books in a desperate attempt to find the note. Ron gave a sheepish look to the librarian who glared at the chaos in front of her.
"Hermione!"
"Ron! The note…it was just there…I could have sworn…"
"Maybe it flew away."
"On what?!" Hermione snapped. "There's no wind here!"
"Maybe you misplace it?"
Hermione gave Ron a withering look to which Ron held his hands up in surrender before helping his wife look for the note. After fifteen minutes of searching, Ron tapped his wife on the shoulder as she emerged from the bottom of the table.
"Hermione, let's just go home. Why does it matter anyway? You know what the note said and better yet, it's not like you're going to do the spell?"
"But, Ron…"Hermione protested but Ron held his hand up.
"No buts, Mione. We've already embarrassed our daughter twice and now Madam Pince looks ready to kick us out, war heroes or not. I say we just let this one go and go get Hugo from Harry and Ginny. It's almost dinner anyways."
Anyone else, even Harry, would have gotten a retort from Hermione. But this was Ron, her husband whose eyes were shining with concern as loud grumbling sounds emerged from his stomach. Feeling the hunger as well, Hermione nodded her head as Ron packed up the books, leaving one on the table.
"What should I do with this, Ron?" Hermione asked as Ron looked at her before forming a grin.
"Well, I would say just let it go, seeing as it's just a book. But I know better to get between my wife and a book so it's up to you. Just be careful, okay?" Ron said as he gave her a kiss on the cheek which Hermione returned before linking her arm around his.
"Let's go home," Hermione said as she smiled at her husband who was now sporting a wicked grin on his face.
"How about we stay for just a little longer? You know, I always wondered what it would be like to snog you here in the library." Ron said as he slowly dragged her away from the librarian's eyes and between the shelves where no one could see them. Hermione had gasped at Ron's actions before grinning wickedly herself
"Why do I let you convince me of such naughty ideas, Ron?" Hermione giggled as Ron pulled her into his arms before planting kisses on her neck. Hermione moaned at each kiss, each touch of Ron's lips giving her waves and waves of pleasure.
"Like you said on our wedding day, love, I am a part of you. You can't possibly imagine life without me."
Suffice to say, Ron and Hermione snogged their brains out for a good ten minutes and it was only the frustrated yell of their daughter who had wandered into the library and caught them that made the pair finally leave Hogwarts.
…..
"So do you think Rose will ever write to us?" Ron chuckled as he tucked himself into bed. Hermione laughed as she recalled her daughter pulling her hair out and screaming how she wished she wasn't born as the pair of them hightailed out of the castle.
"She'll get over it," Hermione said as she tucked herself next to Ron. Glancing at the book that she placed on the table next to their bed, Hermione couldn't help but sigh as she sunk into her pillow.
"You okay, Mione?" Ron said as he placed his Quidditch magazine on the floor. "Thinking about your upcoming birthday, huh?"
"Oh right! My birthday. Can't believe I'm turning thirty-nine! Soon, I'll be forty, Ron." Hermione replied sadly as Ron pulled her into a hug which she gratefully accepted.
"Forty still pretty young, Hermione," Ron whispered into her ear.
"Still, I feel old, Ron," Hermione said as she tucked her head between his cheek and shoulder. "What have I done with my life?"
"Other than saving the world, destroying an evil wizard, revamping the Ministry, destroying all notions of magical blood and corrupted laws, marrying me and giving birth to two beautiful kids? Nothing at all, I suppose."
"You're an arsehole, Ronald Weasley."
"And you love me, Hermione Granger-Weasley," Ron said as he planted a kiss on her lips. After two minutes of kissing heavily, Hermione pulled away as she panted for breath.
"Ron, we need to talk."
Hermione waited for the usual "Bloody Hell" curse that Ron would say which would proceed with a few minutes of bickering, followed by frustrated yells and going to bed early before one of the two would apologise which would lead to snogging and sometimes, sex. It was precisely this routine that led to the birth of her son but for some reason, Ron merely stretched his arms out before turning to her with a concerned look on his face.
"Okay, what's up?" Ron asked.
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "No bloody hell or anything? What happened to your fight, Mr. Weasley?"
"Well, Miss Granger, seeing as how you have allowed me to fulfil two of my snogging fantasies at Hogwarts today, I am very much okay with being drawn into a conversation with you right now." Ron grinned as Hermione could not help but laugh as well.
"Well, keep this up and more of that might come soon. But for now, I need to talk about something serious."
"Okay…" Ron said as he sat upright, his attention being drawn into the serious manner in which Hermione had spoken.
"Do you ever feel like you're meant for something else? Like this world isn't what it is?"
"Huh?"
"It's just a feeling that's been nagging away at me, Ron. Like somehow I feel like even though I have everything that I could possibly dream of, part of me is missing something. Like my purpose is no longer what I thought it was."
"Hermione, you've lost me here."
Hermione let out a frustrated grunt. "Never mind, it's stupid anyway. Let's just go to bed."
"Now hold on!" Ron yelped as he grabbed her hand. Hermione smirked, thinking that Ron was most likely trying to pacify her for the possibility of more snogging before turning to face her husband who was in a surprising state of deep thought.
"Yeah, Ron?" Hermione asked as Ron opened his mouth to speak.
"Look, I'm not going to say I understand what you're going through but maybe we can figure out."
"Okay, so what advice do you have for me?" Hermione asked as Ron looked at her thoughtfully.
"Hermione, bear with me on this, but have you…err…do you miss…Voldemort?"
Hermione was stunned. "That's what you're thinking about? Whether I miss that monster?!"
"Bear with me." Ron sighed as he ran his fingers through his crimson hair. "Look, about a year ago when we were all at King's Cross to accompany Rose on her first ride into Hogwarts, Harry and I got to talking about the old times. He had been asking me about the joke shop and Harry's been wanting to leave the Aurors for some time."
"Leave the Aurors? How come he didn't mention it to me?!" Hermione replied indignantly as Ron scowled.
"That's because it was just a thought, Hermione! Basically, Harry's been a bit put out about the paperwork. Ever since the early years of the Ministry after Voldemort was killed, there's been less danger and thus, less cases to work on. Do you know what the highlight of his career was this month? Taking down two under aged wizards who were trying to perform an Engorgio charm on their bits! There's no action anymore, Hermione, only more paperwork."
"But isn't that a good thing?"
"It is! But you see, for someone like Harry who's been on so many adventures at such a young age, well, life gets boring. I'm not saying I want Voldemort or another Dark Wizard to take over the world, Merlin no, but you can't say that our adventures when we were younger weren't exciting. We had a purpose, Hermione, back then."
"I think I get what you're saying, Ron." Hermione beamed as she reasoned what her husband was saying. She couldn't help but admit it, even though she felt slightly guilty at the thought but the idea of facing down a Dark Wizard had brought about a sense of adventure and excitement into her life that could not be replicated. Back then, she was Hermione Granger, smartest witch of her age and one-third of the famous Golden Trio. Now, she was Hermione Granger-Weasley, thirty-nine-year-old Ministry official and mother of two.
"I mean…it sort of explains how I'm feeling although I do think it's something else…I mean, to me, this feels like an existential crisis, you know?" Hermione said as Ron chuckled.
"Well, it can't be a mid-life crisis because you only have those when you're forty-five or so you told me once before."
"You remembered?" Hermione said, surprised at Ron's comment.
"Of course, it was about last year when I joked about your age and you withdrew sex for a week. Coldest showers of my life, I believe." Ron laughed as Hermione smacked him playfully on the arm. "But perhaps it could be that as well, I mean, we did have to mature faster during our adventures so perhaps even though you are a gorgeous thirty-nine-year-old, it's perfectly normal with what you've gone through."
"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" Hermione giggled as Ron gave her a mock glare.
"Always the tone of surprise, Hermione. So…has the broom flown on sex tonight?"
"I'm too tired for sex," Hermione whispered as Ron gave her a hurt look. Laughing at her husband's pout, Hermione whispered in his ear.
"But I'm okay for other stuff," Hermione said as Ron's eyes began to widened as Hermione cast a Silencing Charm around the bedroom.
….
Hermione blinked her eyes open as she heard the soft sounds of her husband's light snoring. Ron had shifted in his sleep and his arms were no longer around her as he tucked them underneath his pillow. Taking a moment to smile at the sleeping form of her husband, Hermione then turned her attention to the book whose dusty grey cover illuminated in the glow of the moonlight that had crept through her bedroom window. Lifting herself out of bed, Hermione picked the book up and approached her window. It was indeed, a full moon, shining brightly in the sky.
Though her talk with Ron had eased some of her thoughts, Hermione could not help but be drawn towards the book. It had been nagging at her for some time, only amplifying strongly now with the finding of this book and the spell that could help her better understand the meaning of her life despite its ambiguous nature. Part of Hermione wanted her to put the book down and retreat to the comfort of her bed and yet…
Ever since she was a child, Hermione knew her curiosity would always get the better of her. It was what made her so knowledgeable, why Ron called her a know-it-all, her appetite for wanting to learn and know more always eating at her very soul. In her head, Hermione did what she knew best. She rationalised. The missing note might have been just of figment of her imagination. How else does one explain how a note could mysteriously vanish? Besides, the spell, as mentioned wasn't dark and with some simple ingredients, would most likely not work. It could just be a prank, after all. The potion had no brewing time and as Hermione knew, back during her days with Snape, the longer a brewing time for a potion was, the more dangerous it would be. Hermione looked back at Ron, wondering if she should wake him up before deciding to let him sleep. After all, Ron knew her best and since he knew about the book, if anything should happen to her, Ron would not stop to rest until he found her. Hermione decided to leave a note on the table just in case.
Being a former Auror and friends with Harry Potter, Ron and Hermione often had a bunch of supplies in the basement in case of a need to brew a potion. Items such as readymade Veritaserum and even three vials of Felix Felicis were stocked safely away although Hermione warned Ron that if he ever took the vials of Felix Felicis to play Quidditch that she would not hesitate to tell his mother. Gathering the supplies, Hermione quickly brewed the potion in their backyard, allowing the contents of the potion to bathe in the dazzling moonlight that Hermione noted had gotten unusually brighter. Once the potion was made, Hermione made note of the incantation. She was to take a sip of the potion before casting the charm.
"Should I do this?" Hermione said out loud, to no one in particular as she held the cup of potion in her hand. The potion had turned white like milk and it seemed as if parts of it were starting to glitter. Looking back at her home and thinking of her husband and son, as well as her daughter who was millions of miles away, Hermione hesitated drinking the potion. It was after all, incredibly dangerous, to do a spell that one had no idea of its effects. Furthermore, it was a spell that came with a warning. Hermione thought back to her second year when a failed attempt at brewing the Polyjuice Potion had resulted in her turning into a cat. Back then, she had slight doubts that Draco Malfoy could be the Heir of Slytherin despite Harry's and Ron's efforts to convince her otherwise and yet she still went through it due to her overwhelming nature to do so. Her curiosity hadn't quelled even after all these years.
Curiosity killed the cat, Hermione she thought as she pushed the cup away. She turned, prepared to throw the cup away and be done with the spell only for the nagging feeling to return. The nights when she laid awake thinking about her life while Ron slept peacefully. The moments when she sat back staring at the piles of paperwork that piled up her desk at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The constant feeling that although she felt happy with her life, part of her felt empty and discontented even though she hardly had anything to be aggrieved at. Knowing that if it wasn't going to be tonight, that sooner or later she would succumb to this, Hermione drank the potion before casting the charm.
For the first few minutes, nothing happened and Hermione could not help but heave a sigh of relief and slight disappointment at the failure of her spell. Turning around to walk back into her house, Hermione felt a tug behind her navel, as if she was Apparating before her world was consumed by a flash of white dazzling light. Hermione could hear a strange ringing in her ear as if an alarm had gone off.
White, white and then complete darkness.
….
"Should we wake her up?"
"How could she do the spell?! Didn't she read my warning? Or yours?"
"Maybe your note disappeared, Trocar."
"But you still put the warning there, didn't you Mopsus?"
"Quiet, you two! She's waking up!"
Hermione groaned as she blinked her eyes open. She felt a little groggy as she rubbed her hands on her eyes before settling on where she was. She appeared to be lying on what must be a white floor except that everything around her was white, giving Hermione the impression that she wasn't so much as lying down as she was at floating. Everywhere around her was white, the whiteness covering everything around her except for Hermione herself and three individuals staring curiously at her.
The first was an old, bald man with a few grey hairs still sticking to his scalp. His eyes appeared to be glossed over as he was cloaked in grey robes though the walking cane he held gave the impression that the man was blind. The second was a tall, lanky figure covered in black robes and raven hair just like Harry's. His pale complexion and grey eyes made him look like an elderly Draco Malfoy but it was his sharp teeth that stuck out from his lips as well as his rosy cheeks that made Hermione shudder. She had seen his kind before and though sighting were rare, Hermione had seen and even interacted with vampires especially on a journey with Luna Lovegood to Transylvania a few years back. Yet despite the interesting look of these two individuals, it was the third that interests Hermione the most.
It was a girl of no more than eleven years old dressed up in Slytherin robes. The girl was the mirror image of Hermione herself with the notable exception of her brown bushy hair. Instead, the girl had free-flowing red hair and for some reason appeared to sneer at Hermione in the usual way the Slytherins would back during her years at Hogwarts. The other notable difference is that while the other two appeared to be shimmering in some manner, as if light bounces off their skin, the girl appeared to look more focused and Hermione could not help but shake off a sense of familiarity with the girl.
"Well, you've really done it this time, haven't you, Hermione." the girl drawled as she rolled her eyes.
"What…How…."
"Imagine that. The great Hermione Granger at a loss for words. Merlin, I would have wiped the floor with you."
The jibe from the girl roused Hermione into action as she glared at the eleven-year-old. Hermione reached for her wand and heaved an internal sigh of relief to feel the familiar wood of her weapon tucked inside her pocket.
"Who are you, people? And where am I?" Hermione demanded as she stared at the trio in front of her. "What is happening right now?"
"Hermione…"the blind man spoke as Hermione turned her attention to him. "You might want to take a breath. This would be quite a lot to take in."
"What would be quite a lot to take in? And who are you?" Hermione asked, her eyes narrowed as she looked warily at the blind man. The vampire cleared his throat as he spoke in a gentle voice.
"Forgive us but we weren't expecting to see you here. Perhaps its best we introduce ourselves. My name is Professor Trocar and this man next to me is Mopsus. The girl's name is Mafalda. She is…"
"I'm Ron's cousin." Mafalda interrupted as she glared at Hermione.
"Cousin?! Ron's never mentioned you to me before." Hermione said as she glared back at Mafalda.
"That's because I was removed, stupid. Removed from existence though my parents did get mentioned I think."
"Removed?" Hermione asked in confusion as Mafalda let out a snort of derision. Turning her attention to Mopsus and Trocar, Hermione looked at the two individuals who both looked to be wrestling with the idea of revealing more to her.
"I know who you both are. Mopsus, you're the one who came up with the spell and Professor Trocar, you're the one who wrote the note that vanished."
"The note vanished?" Trocar said, a hint of resignation in his voice.
"Yes."
"It was to be expected, Trocar. We were, after all, never meant to be." Mopsus said as Trocar nodded feebly at his words.
"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" Hermione asked in the most authoritative tone that she could muster. Mafalda opened her mouth as if to speak but Trocar covered it with his hand and glared at her with such a menacing look that Hermione could not help but shiver.
"I'm sorry, Hermione but we cannot tell you anything more. To do so would be highly detrimental to you. The best course of action is to sit here in silence and hope that the spell wears off." Mopsus replied in a grim voice.
"I'm sorry too, Hermione. I'm sure you have many questions." Trocar spoke as he gave her a resigned look. "But trust me, in this case, ignorance is indeed bliss."
"Yes, it truly is." Mopsus agreed.
"What? The spell said that doing it would give me new meaning to my life. Did it work? What's going on?" Hermione pressed on as she stared back at Mopsus.
"Oh, give it a rest, Hermione." Mafalda snapped as she grumbled while she sat. "As much as I despise you, I have to admit these two prats here are right. Just keep your trap shut, sit in silence and perhaps this would all be over."
Hermione couldn't believe her ears. Her indignation rose at the words that Mafalda just uttered and yet the pitying looks given by both Mopsus and Trocar made her bite down her snappy remark. It seemed that all three were trying to protect her from something. Hermione crossed her legs as she sat in front of the three. Mopsus and Trocar were conversing quietly while Mafalda kept grumbling as she fidgeted about. Not wanting to sit in silence, Hermione tried a different tactic.
"Professor Trocar, I was wondering, are you a vampire?"
Trocar smiled as he bared his fangs before speaking. "Yes, I am, Hermione but do not worry. I am not dangerous. Haven't had a blood drop since forever."
"But I thought vampires need to drink."
Trocar opened his mouth as if to speak before thinking twice and smiling at her. "Hermione, I wish I could tell you more but trust us when we tell you, the best is to just sit quietly and not say a word. Take a nap if you desire."
Hermione sighed as she nodded her head. Something about Trocar's tone told her he wasn't going to budge and neither were Mopsus or Mafalda. Sighing, Hermione started to twirl her wand in her hand as she tried to avert her gaze elsewhere. One thing was for sure, Hermione was not going to sleep any time soon.
…
"Why is nothing happening?" Trocar said as Hermione was jolted out her thoughts. "It's been like hours."
Hours? More like days Hermione thought grumpily as she looked at the professor who had turned to Mopsus who looked deep in thought. Mafalda, however, had started to walk around Hermione, each time taking a moment to inspect and glaring at every bit of her.
"It would seem…that we have no choice." Mopsus sighed in resignation as Trocar's eyes began to widen. "Hermione needs to be told the truth if the spell is to wear off."
"NO!" Trocar screamed in alarm that both Hermione and Mafalda nearly jumped in the air such was the volume of his voice. "There has to be another way! Let us wait it out!"
"It would be useless, Trocar. There was never any book or spell, to begin with. I admit that I did know of this but I couldn't help but place my false hopes that perhaps Hermione could find her way back with ignorance. But it would seem our path is clear. Hermione must know the truth."
"But…but…this is Hermione Granger we are talking about! We can't just tell her the truth!" Trocar yelled.
"What other way is there? At least she might have a chance to say goodbye. It was what happened to you, Trocar, was it not?"
"But I had little to say goodbye to, Mopsus. We should wait."
"We would be waiting forever!" Mafalda interjected, clearly annoyed at what was happening. "Just tell Hermione the truth."
"Perhaps she can fight this. After all, she is, as you put it, Hermione Granger." Mopsus replied. Hermione's head was spinning at all these vague references to her. It would seem the three knew her very well and yet Hermione had no idea who they were. But the mention of her staying here forever was starting to worry her especially at the thought of never seeing Ron, her kids and everyone else ever again.
"Please…" Hermione pleaded as she looked at them. "Tell me."
"How would we even start?" Trocar sighed, resigned to the thought of telling Hermione something.
Mopsus exchanged a look with both Trocar and Mafalda before sighing and rummaging through his robes. He pulled out a book with illustrations on the cover though Hermione could not see what they look like.
"Is that the first one?" Mafalda said vaguely as Mopsus nodded. Suddenly, a wooden table and chair appeared in front of him as Hermione gasped while the other two groaned.
"It would seem the way is clear. Hermione, if you would…" Mopsus said as he motioned for her to take a seat on the chair. Hermione did as she was told and gasped as Trocar and Mafalda disappeared from view.
"Where did they go?" Hermione asked as Mopsus smiled at her.
"They're around and will join us on our journey. I'm sure you have many questions, Hermione about what the three of us discuss and let me be frank here, I would give anything to not reveal anything to you and let you go back to your bed with Ron but it would seem that the decision is not up to me. We are, after all, controlled by other forces. Read this book and once you reached the end, all three of us will return to answer all your questions. A word of caution. What you are about to read is disturbing, to say the least, and will most certainly drive your thoughts crazy. So calm yourself as you read each word and try your best to remain calm."
With that, Mopsus placed the book on the desk as he disappeared from sight. A worried look appeared on Hermione's face as she approached the book, her hands trembling as she took it for a closer look. Staring at the cover, Hermione could not help but gasp in shock as her fingers dropped the book onto the table. The cover had a very familiar scene drawn on it. It was of the front of a red train as a boy wizard stood in front of it, his expression one of disbelief and curiosity. Yet Hermione knew both very well. The train had the words written on a green plaque in bright yellow ink.
Hogwarts Express.
The boy, covered in Gryffindor robes and draped in a Gryffindor scarf as he put his finger on his chin, contemplating as he stared at the train. His famous scar done brilliantly in its usual lightning shaped while the boy stood there gaping, with his famous black hair and spectacles while holding on a pink and green backpack. It was indeed an uncanny resemblance to the person Hermione knew as her first and best friend, part of the famous Golden Trio. Looking upwards, Hermione could not help but shudder as she read out the words printed at the top of the book.
"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone!" Hermione whispered as she traced her fingers on the book. "By JK Rowling." A shiver went down Hermione's spine as she gathered her wits the best she could before turning to the first page.
…
Mopsus, Professor Trocar, and Mafalda were characters who were deleted or taken out from the HP universe by JK Rowling for those who do not know. I'm a little uncertain if Mafalda was mentioned in the first book or if it was her parents who were mentioned so forgive me if I made an error on that. Chapter two should be coming in tomorrow with the third and fourth chapters the day after.