Chris Halliwell
Hermione sat in the living room of her three-story home. She couldn't believe that all of this could have happened. It was her seventeenth birthday and everything had happened so quickly. She took a sip of coffee. One of the Homicide agents had brewed a cup for her.
Hermione stood up and walked over to a glass cabinet. She took another sip of coffee while she stared at a few pictures. There was one with three babies covered by a blue blanket with a weird symbol on it. Her mother had never told her who the other two babies were.
"Miss Granger? What happened?" Eric interrogated her.
"I already told you that I walked in and found them dead," Hermione answered.
"If you wish to tell me the truth, here's my card. If not, I'm sure the police have enough evidence." Eric left the room. Hermione heard the front door slam.
"What am I supposed to tell him?" Hermione muttered to herself. "I could tell him that someone that could throw fireballs came into my house and threw them at my parents. Then my parents fell to the ground and I somehow blew up the guy? He'll think I'm some psycho and send me to a mental home." Hermione sat back down on the couch and pulled out her cell phone. "I'll just have to lie to him." She dialed the number on his card.
"Hello. This is Hermione Granger. I just called to tell you what really happened. Umm…you saw the scorch marks on them and the body, right? Never mind, I mean, how could you miss it? Well, my parent's friend came into the house with a flaming torch and since my parents knew him, they didn't ask him about it. I was sitting in the living room when it happened. The man thrust the fire at them and their clothes caught on fire. They tried to put it out, but nothing worked. He man dropped the torch and ran when he saw that I was sitting there. I chased the man down the street, but he hopped into a red corvette before I could do anything. When I went back to the house, I found my parents dead on the floor. I immediately called you guys and you know what happened after that. Anyway…I just thought that you should know that so…Bye." Hermione hung up her cell phone.
"I hope he believes me," she sighed.
"So do I," a smooth voice came from behind her. Hermione jumped and spun around.
"Who are…?"
"Chris Halliwell," the young man replied.
"Are you another torch man?" Hermione asked him.
"Torch man?" Chris took the time to look around. "What happened…Oh damn. That makes it a little harder." His eyes lingered on the two people lying on the floor and then went to the scorch mark next to them on the floor. "I see you've met your first demon."
"Demon? What is…?"
"It's what our family fights," Chris explained. "Anyway, I came here to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Granger…but apparently that's not possible so I guess I'll just have to talk to you."
"Okay? What about?" Hermione took another sip of her coffee.
"The Grangers. I was going to tell them that your real mother wanted you back. Yes. I know what you're thinking. You were adopted. I know. It's hard to understand, but…how do you feel about intercontinental orbing?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about…"
"I am not adopted!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yes you are," Chris insisted. "You have powers…"
"I am not adopted! I swear! Some people are so…"
"If I'm not mistaken, you should have…"
"I'm sorry, but you have to go…"
"…the ability to throw energy balls." Hermione stopped talking. "Man, your voice is annoying. Look, you're going to have to change and then we'll go…"
"Go? Go where?" Hermione questioned.
"Will you please stop interrupting me?" Hermione nodded. "Thank you. Now, Aunt Paige, my mum, and your mum are waiting for you."
"Where are we going?"
"We're going to San Francisco, California." Hermione frowned. "I know. You can visit for a few days and then you can come back here for school."
"How many days will I be away?" Hermione questioned.
"Two or three days," Chris replied.
"Okay. I'll be back in a few minutes. I just have to pack."
"Take your time."