Hermione
A Few Minutes Ago
I rushed down the stairs, my mind still burning with me realisation. My knuckles connect with the wood in hurried succession and I enter without permission. Before I do I look quickly at the plaque which reads 'Hugo'. My eyes were wide and my heart beating fast as a leaned through the open door. I can't tell him, what am I thinking!? I quickly change my plan and call for Ron. He strides easily across the room, and I stare at him, unsure how to explain myself.
"Okay, I'm not saying that it is... But that Jim guy -" I took a deep breath, still trying to figure out how to say what I wanted to say. "Look at Harry," and he does, "...now picture your sister," his face scrunches up as it always dos when he concentrates. "-and mix them together..." I widened my eyes in emphasis, waiting for him to connect it. He looks at Harry one more time and a violent gasp escapes his lips as he stares at me. His eyes shot to Harry and back, "Oh my –"
"Sh!" I try to quieten him. He still looks intense as he whispers:
"...you're not saying that Jim is Harry and Ginny's kid?! That's not possible!"
"I know!" I hiss, trying to get him to lower his voice further. They were looking at us now.
"Merlin's pants! We need to tell him!" Ron starts to nod slightly, then so do I. Closing the door behind me, I follow Ron to where Harry sat. We sat across from him, I didn't have the words to describe which we thought and I doubt Ron did either. But before we could even try to awkwardly explain that someone who looks like they could be his child from the future is here now, there was another knock.
"Come in!" Harry yelled.
A boy, maybe just younger than us, enters. He is very confident as he reads our names.
"…Hermione from before, right?" I remember back to when I read his name on the door and then spoke.
"That's right," Hermione said politely, "and you're Hugo? That means 'intelligent' in Latin, right?" I smiled but felt my cheeks redden. Normal people don't say those things. I chastise myself and laugh at his retort. Thinking for a second, back to the first time we met, I realise: I didn't say my name?
I get out of there as fast as I can and walk back up to the girls' room. As I walk past the next door I see Jim laughing with the twins and it is so familiar that it just confirms my suspicions. I open the door to my room and see the other girls who belonged to the engraved names on the door and gasp slightly. Now I've seen the connection between Jim and Harry, I can finally see the rest. Neville, Ginny, and… What is going on here?
A/N: Written for the '365 Days of Drabbles': 'truth', the 'If You Dare' Challenge: "145. Matter of Genetics" and the 'Disney Character Challenge': Esmerelda - "Write about someone looking beyond the surface of something."