Granger
It could've been called a miracle, had they not known it were something else that had aided their young daughter in her fight against illness. She hadn't succumbed, but, as much as they hoped, it wasn't only due to her own strength.
But they concentrated on the fact that she was alive and well, with no notable lasting repercussions or side effects, so, for the eight year period between the 'miracle' and her eleventh birthday; they did their best to forget what exactly happened.
Their illusions of it being a dream were, of course, promptly shattered with the arrival of an elderly but strong looking woman, her Scottish ancestry made obvious by her accent.
The sealed letter she held gave the parents a chance to find an explanation for their daughter's survival. A daughter who, for now, still remained oblivious to it.
The next six years seemed to flash by, with an empty house during school term and life during holidays, wherein magnificent tales of magic were regaled – ranging from detailed accounts of the classes offered and the marvellous library to stories of her escapades alongside her best friends [all edited to downgrade the actual danger they risked].
Seeing their daughter's obvious happiness, they were reluctant to part with their long kept secret, but they knew they should, lest it come and bite them in the arse in the future. They had studied enough medicine to, at least, consider the possibility of there being problems lingering from her illness, regardless of the fact that magic healed her. In the end, it was best she was aware to be safe.
On May '97, a few weeks before the end of term, a strange yet frighteningly familiar man appeared on their doorstep. It was unnerving how he was dressed, and the way they just knew they'd never met him previously, despite his familiarity.
"Ah, Dr Granger. May I...?" He smiled, walking in as his question trailed off, ignoring her bewildered expression. She followed him into her own living room, where her husband sat reading the newspaper. "Dr Granger, nice to meet you," the men shook hands, one with a sad expression and the other with a raised eyebrow. "Now, the reason for my visit... Madam Pomfrey – I'm sure you know of her? – has received some disturbing results to your daughter's medical scan..."
They glanced to one another nervously, and silently agreed to just tell him what'd happened.
A two-shot, for once, because it's currently... 1:58 on a Sunday morning, and I haven't slept yet. Still deliberating on whether to stay up 'till four for a livestream or not... Anyways, I wrote this during class – a free period, 'cause our technology teacher [who, may I mention, has been our second this year] is gone and not coming back [so we'll have a third soon. Yay.] – and it's not very exciting, and slightly AU, but I hope I make the whole illness thing somewhat unexpected or whatever.
In regards to my other multi-chap HP fics, I may not be able to write until Thursday or Friday, as I have a lot going on this weekend for school. Stupid music teacher, and English, and Spanish, and biology...
Hope it's not too shabby or anything. :P
Words: 405
Posted: 27th January 2013