Of All Things: Raised by Another (1:10)
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Frantic screaming woke everyone in the caves. It was Claire.
"Charlie, what's going on," I asked.
"STOP! Go away!"
"Claire, hey, shh, it's okay. Claire was sleepwalking. Claire, shh!" He softly pinned her arms to her side, then raised her hands. Both were stained red with blood.
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"Hermione, dear, can you come down here? We need some help…" Molly's voice flowed up the stairs of 12 Grimmauld place. I closed my book and wandered down to the main floor.
"What is it?" Molly, Arthur, Charlie, and Lupin were crowded around a small cauldron.
"Snape isn't here right now… and none of us are any good at potions… We need you to brew us one." I nodded, sitting directly behind the black pot.
"Sure. What potion is it?" Lupin fished a scrap of parchment from his jacket pocket.
"Well, that's the problem… We don't know."
"Snape gave us the instructions," Arthur said, "Then told us where to drop it off." I took the scrap of paper, and unfolded it. My eyes widened in horror. I recognized the ingredients arrangement. It wasn't just any potion.
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Charlie managed to brew the four of us up some tea. We sat in the woods, sipping quietly and talking of dreams.
"I had this dream. I was driving a bus, and my teeth start falling out. My mum's in the back, eating biscuits, and everything smells of bacon… It's weird. I never woke up screaming, though."
"I'm fine Charlie." I took a sip of the weak tea. Charlie and Claire broke off into their own conversation.
"You ever dream, Granger?" I shook my head at Malfoy's question.
"Nearly never."
"Figured you would, seeing as that oversized mudblo- poor brain of yours never stops running."
"Can't say it, can you, because of the world we're in?" I smirked. This was too funny: Malfoy stuck in the muggle world.
"Shut it." He drained what was left of his tea.
"What about you? Does the great Slytherin Prince dream?"
"Not that you need to know of."
"It's cool Claire, it's cool." With that, Charlie left the clearing.
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"You recognize it?" Charlie Weasley tapped the edge of the paper with his knuckle.
"Yeah," I shook off the dark feeling I had, pushing it to the recesses of my mind. "Where's your potions kit?"
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More screams. Claire, as usual. What could've been it this time?
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I tipped two drops of Draught of Living Death into my cauldron. Three clockwise stirs, three counter-clockwise, three clockwise again. I put the cover on the pot and set an hourglass for five minutes.
The most powerful poison in the world would be ready in five minutes.
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"Hermione?"
"Yes?" I looked up from the book I was reading. To Kill a Mockingbird. One of Scorpius Malfoy's. Sawyer wouldn't let me into his stash of reading material.
"Last name?"
"You're Hurley, right?"
"Yeah? What's your last name?" He scribbled something into his book.
"Granger. G-r-a-n-g-e-r. Hermione, H-e-r-m-i-o-n-e." He scratched something out and wrote above it.
"Right on. Place of residence?"
"Edinburgh. That's in England."
"Good, good. And reason for being in Sydney?"
"Visiting my parents," I said, mentally willing the large man to leave me and my book alone.
"Cool. Thanks Hermione."
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"Where's the drop off point, Arthur?" I held the bottle of clear liquid. One mere cubic centimeter of this poison could kill everyone in the room. And I had nearly a hundred times that.
"Under a tree down by Spinner's end. I can drop it-"
"If you don't mind, I'd like to deliver this one. Make sure my creation gets into the right hands." I slipped the container into a green satin bag.
"Hermione, did you ever happen to figure out what potion this is?" He surveyed me above his horn-rimmed glasses.
"No." I tucked Death's flask into my pocket and dissapparated.
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I closed my book and wandered over to the Malfoy cave.
"Miss Granger." Scorpius addressed me.
"Here's your book. Thank you." The young Malfoy seemed to be much more proper, and nicer than his older counterpart.
"You're welcome," his quill paused above the paper as he turned to look at me. "Are you looking for my dad?" I shook my head.
"No."
"Should I tell him you stopped by?" I shook my head again.
"No need," I said, and turned to leave.
"Do you want to read the Tales of Beetle the Bard? Mum gave me a copy when I was little." He held the blue-bound book out towards me. I accepted.
"Thanks," I smiled. Whoever raised him as a child was definitely a good caretaker.
A/N: And there's episode 1:10: Raised by another. We had some Claire/Charlie/Hermione/Draco fun in this chapter:) Next up "All the best cowboys have daddy issues"
EDIT: Dear me, I just realized when I flip from flashback to the present, I used charlie, and didn't add in a last name! Well, there are now, that way charlie pace isn't magically appearing in the middle of headquarters!