The following days went without any excitement, and the usual gossip, which
spread around the school ceased, and all was quiet. The 1st years had
successfully settled in to their new environment and all were merry. The
fear of the cloaked men and women passed, as none had been sighted, for a
while anyway.
The next day as the morning post was delivered an owl came to the teacher's table. It was very unusual, as most owls reached the teachers privately. The owl was shabby and grey and looked as if it had been sent in a hurry, and incorrectly. It rose and fell on the wind of the Great Hall, finally reaching Kristoff Moonchild's (the Head Teacher of Hogwarts) seat. Moonchild whispered into the Owls ear and dismissed the fascinated students who were all watching, and had finished their lavish breakfasts. When they had all left and as Hermione walked, last out of the side door, Moonchild signalled to her, and she stepped back over the threshold to meet him.
By the next day Hermione was packed and on the train for London. She reached Platform 9 ¾ at 11, and by 12 was across the city and in her road. The road in which her parents, Jackie and Michael had lived since they were first married. As she reached the front door, she was somewhat scared and nervous, about going inside. It had been years since she had seen her parents. She had been busy working at school, getting her teaching degree, and visiting old school friends. The cul-de-sac, looked dull and boring compared to the halls, and corridors of Hogwarts.
Hermione put the key in the lock and pushed open the door. She lifted her suitcases into the hall and greeted her mother. The smell her mothers cooking on the stove, and the sight of her childhood home brought tears to her bright, eyes. "I am so glad that you are here," her mother exclaimed "The doctor wanted to see you too," Suddenly it fell on Hermione like a lump of lead. Her father was dead. With out any warning. A healthy man. Taken. It had happened two days ago, Michael had been walking in London on his way to his office on Bridge Street. Michael was an accountant, and a successful one at that. On his way he stopped to get a paper, and the middle-aged man who had sold him it engaged him in a chat. After 5 minutes Michael left the stall and as he reached the foyer of the office block, he collapsed. An hour later, he was in The King Thomas hospital. By 3 o'clock he was announced dead.
Hermione hugged her mother tightly, and cried, on her shoulder. It was a shock to them both and it seemed as if it had come out of the blue. Michael's death was black, and they could both see red.
The next day as the morning post was delivered an owl came to the teacher's table. It was very unusual, as most owls reached the teachers privately. The owl was shabby and grey and looked as if it had been sent in a hurry, and incorrectly. It rose and fell on the wind of the Great Hall, finally reaching Kristoff Moonchild's (the Head Teacher of Hogwarts) seat. Moonchild whispered into the Owls ear and dismissed the fascinated students who were all watching, and had finished their lavish breakfasts. When they had all left and as Hermione walked, last out of the side door, Moonchild signalled to her, and she stepped back over the threshold to meet him.
By the next day Hermione was packed and on the train for London. She reached Platform 9 ¾ at 11, and by 12 was across the city and in her road. The road in which her parents, Jackie and Michael had lived since they were first married. As she reached the front door, she was somewhat scared and nervous, about going inside. It had been years since she had seen her parents. She had been busy working at school, getting her teaching degree, and visiting old school friends. The cul-de-sac, looked dull and boring compared to the halls, and corridors of Hogwarts.
Hermione put the key in the lock and pushed open the door. She lifted her suitcases into the hall and greeted her mother. The smell her mothers cooking on the stove, and the sight of her childhood home brought tears to her bright, eyes. "I am so glad that you are here," her mother exclaimed "The doctor wanted to see you too," Suddenly it fell on Hermione like a lump of lead. Her father was dead. With out any warning. A healthy man. Taken. It had happened two days ago, Michael had been walking in London on his way to his office on Bridge Street. Michael was an accountant, and a successful one at that. On his way he stopped to get a paper, and the middle-aged man who had sold him it engaged him in a chat. After 5 minutes Michael left the stall and as he reached the foyer of the office block, he collapsed. An hour later, he was in The King Thomas hospital. By 3 o'clock he was announced dead.
Hermione hugged her mother tightly, and cried, on her shoulder. It was a shock to them both and it seemed as if it had come out of the blue. Michael's death was black, and they could both see red.
