Chapter 9: An Eventful Beginning To The Weekend
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Hermione's Bedroom,The Granger Residence, The Muggle World...
Hermione Granger let out a sigh of relief as she collapsed onto her bed finally having returned to her own room for the short break from Hogwarts. The occasion had been a boon to the student body to mark the anniversary of Voldemort's fall and as a result a number of the students were permitted to return home over the three day weekend to have a break. The seemingly exhausted witch had brought along her polyjuice brew and the brush containing hairs from Headmistress McGonagall. She had not trusted Harry or Ron with it given they both elected to stay at Hogwarts during their time off and due to their antics outside Snape's office, she had no doubt that Ron would have taken advantage.
The coming morning had been filled with endless possibility as the young witch napped in her childhood bed. She had been pleased to be returned to the familiar surroundings of her bedroom and familiar gray walls that she had chosen herself upon discovery that she could hide the hideous shade of pink her walls had been since she was a baby.
The first night she discovered she was capable of magic, the walls were the first to go making way for the much more mature desires she had been. Her parents were thrilled to have her home again, even if it had been for a short while given she had erased their memories and sent them to live in Australia for the duration of the war and they missed her terribly.
John Granger had taken up boating as a hobby over there and resorted to wood working.
Jean Granger was back of the mind to take of baking.
Hermione had a difficult time examining her father's projects while sampling her mother's newest recipes. It had all been in good fun given the misfortunes of many other muggle blood witches and wizards following the war's end.
As the exhausted teenager slept her mind traveled back to her Potions Professor and she wondered what he might have been doing for the minor holiday.
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London England, Open Street, Muggle World...
The constant sound of people walking and motor vehicles on the road had been all around Severus Snape as he did a marvelous job of blending into the crowd. He had years of practice of course unbeknownst to the witches and wizards he surrounded himself with. The Potions Master had donned a bit more appropriate means of attire when among the muggles, a gray suit with black patches at the elbows of his jacket, a long sleeve white shirt with navy blue stripes hidden beneath a black sweater vest and shiny black loafers. To make himself more difficult to recognize, Snape wore black rimmed glasses and carried a brown book bag draped over his right shoulder.
He had taken care to craft a new identity for himself within this world, although he had still been a Professor to the muggles he bothered to speak with. His record was immaculate as far as they could tell and given his natural Slytherin nature, he filled the part quite nicely.
The snarky Professor's lengthy raven hair had been pulled back into what the muggles referred to as a ponytail and he even wore his shirt with a high open collar despite the scar from Nagini's bite.
For all intents and purposes, Severus Snape was an ideal Muggle Professor and a man not to be bothered with trivial antics of passers by as he neared his favorite muggle bookstore.
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The Granger Residence, Muggle World...
Hermione Granger had been wondering how she could improve the polyjuice potion further as she entered her parents home after having accompanied her father to the home and appliance store. He had been interested in some more wood working and collected a few supplies. Mrs. Granger had been delighted to see them return given she had to inform them of plans to have dinner with some friends she met in Australia.
"John the Roefields are in town and wish to have dinner with us tonight." she said happily.
"Well, that's wonderful dear." said Mr. Granger. "What time are we to meet them?"
"Seven o'clock." replied Jean Granger. "We should be getting ready now if we are to meet them on time."
Hermione had been thrilled to have the house to herself if her parents were going to be out for the night.
"Have fun on at dinner." she said before making her way toward her room.
"Oh you didn't think we'd be leaving you in this old house alone did you?" asked Jean with an overly mothering smile.
The amber eyed witch knew instantly that it meant she wasn't going to take "No" for an answer.
"Mother I really don't feel like getting dressed up." said Hermione not at all wishing to put her own plans for the evening on hold."
"Nonsense." said Jean taking her hand. "You can go back to your magical books once you head back to Hogwarts...for now you are going out with your father and I."
Hermione knew she was backed into a corner and began the trek toward her bedroom to get dressed for the party.
The annoyed witch had been desperate for any magical ploy to get her out of this mess and found herself thinking along the lines of Ronald Weasley as she caught sight of her polyjuice potion. She had smiled noting that she would at last get to ditch her parents and enjoy the holiday on her own despite their need to constantly keep tabs on her.
While she understood their concerns following the events of the second wizarding war's end, she had not returned home to simply be their "prized poodle" so to speak. She had planned to enjoy her vacation time and the discoveries that had yet to be made on her part in terms of her studies. She had elected to come home to avoid unnecessary distraction.
The rather ambitious witch grabbed the brush that had been full of Professor McGonagall's human form hair hoping that her becoming the Headmistress of Hogwarts would get her out of this unwanted dinner invitation.
Moving quickly, Hermione mixed the potion with the hair and ingested it rather quickly. The transformation had not been a seamless as she had hoped noting right away that something was amiss when her hands only aged slightly and her unruly brown curls straightened but became red in color instead of graying like the elder witch she knew herself to have become.
A quick glance in the mirror near her bed showed a very different woman staring back at her with almost the same amber eyes in place of the green orbs of Professor McGonagall.
"W-What's happened?" asked Hermione noting a slight change in her voice but only so.
At first the now panicked witch believed she had mistakenly taken a aging potion in place of a polyjuice potion. She had aged some but not enough to pass for the Headmistress. It appeared that instead of becoming McGonagall as she had intended she became a vastly different person all together. It had taken her a second to realize that someone must have used the brush in her room while she had been away. She couldn't say for sure whom it had been given her mother's strange assortment of friends but their hairs changed her identity.
It had occurred to Hermione that this new look wasn't as bad as she initially believed formulating a new plan to get out of having to go to that dinner. The rather sly witch decided to take this new body for a test drive. It was long before seven o clock and it wasn't everyday she had been a woman of thirty years old with impressive looks.
The polyjuiced witch raided her mother's closet for something a sensible thirty year old woman would wear and set to work crafting her new identity. Once she had taken to the gray skirt and blazer, she tried on the gray heels and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. The look seemed to fit as she turned her attention toward scribbling a short note for her mother leaving it on her bed, then spelled her potion and the brush to a safe place for late then climbed out the window of her bedroom before anyone had been the wiser.
She was going to see what the world had to offer this new persona and hoped that she didn't run into the real woman as she explored her surroundings as this strange new woman.