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As Hermione continued her trek back towards the castle she heard a quiet sneeze off to her right, on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Curiosity got the best of her, she wiped her face briskly and made her way towards the sneeze. The seventh year crept up to a slight indent in the forest edge, hidden away from prying eyes, yet still not inside the forest. Her eyes widened in amazement as she spotted a small glowing figure huddling over what looked like a small anthill. She crouched down a bit, though there was nothing to take cover behind, and listened in guiltily.
"Now, now, you know you don't want to make that move little one!" The figure scooped up a tiny blob, looked it square in the eye, and placed it neatly back on the ground. He, or it, continued to circle the "anthill" making slight adjustments here and there, prodding, poking, and speaking on occasion. "Yes dear, you build that, go right ahead, that seems like a great idea, but you definitely shouldn't be hanging around that blonde man, definitely the brown-headed one is more suited to you, but we'll speak of that later, I have a visitor right now." Hermione stood entranced by the small creature, to the point where she didn't even notice that she had been spotted until he began walking towards her and looked her directly in the eye. "finding me quite interesting, are you?"
"Oh, uh, I I didn't mean to stare, I just I thought I heard something and…."
"Yes yes, I know dear, I know so much, as do you, but I would venture to say that our areas of knowledge are far apart from each other" The creature gazed intently on Hermione's frame, somewhat sizing her up, until his view shifted to look Hermione directly in the eyes.
"How, I mean- what do you mean?" Hermione tried not to seem afraid, and subtly began wiping the sweat from her palms on the back of her robes, hoping the creature would not notice. She tried to make her voice sound more confident, though she felt that somehow, she could not hide much from this mysterious being, " And who are you anyways? I haven't seen you around the school grounds before, and I'm surely not familiar with what kind of creature you are, not to be rude-"
"No Miss Granger, do not worry, it takes quite a bit to get me riled up," the creature chuckled, "now to answer a few of your questions. You haven't seen me around before because I choose to whom and when I will show myself, I rarely spend time with anyone besides Albus Dumbledore, with whom I often take my afternoon tea."
Hermione couldn't help but cut in " but then who were you talking to over there?" as she pointed in the direction of the mysterious anthill, she found herself coming closer towards it. She absentmindedly stepped closer and closer to the small mound, questions floating around her mind. *he must be okay if he knows Dumbledore…but maybe he is just a bit crazy, and talking to dirt mounds? But how did he know my name? Who is this thing really?? * As she continued to approach, she felt the creature shadowing her path, following her towards his project. When she reached the mound, she looked down, and saw a blur of movement. The girl got down on her hands and knees, squinting, trying to figure out what to make of it. As things began to come into focus, Hermione started picking out small buildings, vehicles, and tiny people, in what could only be described as a miniature world. She sat there in awe, until the creature made a slight "ahem" which sourly reminded Hermione of Umbridge.
"Admiring my work? It has taken me quite a while to get it really going, but now that the children are all grown up, it's quite an interesting piece. You never know what they're going to do next! Though I do tend to poke into their business every now and then, drop a bit of advice, little scolding, you know…"
Hermione's eyes widened, "But those are people down there…and you're using them like toys!" she suddenly awakened to what she was witnessing, and took a few steps back.
"Now Miss Granger, there is no need to take offense, these people are quite happy actually, and I find it very unsuitable that you choose to judge so quickly and insult so vehemently someone whose name you do not even know." Hermione found herself caught off guard by this turnaround and for once, was actually speechless. "The name is Quibley, by the way, and I would suggest, Miss Granger, that you take some time to sort out your own actions before rushing to judge mine!" Quibley snapped around towards his project, his mind formulating a proper lesson for the young woman. "yes Miss Granger, I am well aware of your current predicament, your relationship with Mr. Weasley, the young life now growing in your stomach, and…your impending future…" Quibley felt as though a light bulb had gone off over his head, before he could talk himself out of it, he began speaking the words of the spell. "PRIORI DICION FUTURSE" Before Hermione knew what was happening she felt the ground move up, the sky move down, and everything in between move every which way possible, and all she heard, in her sudden state of nausea, was "TAKE A GLIMPSE, MISS GRANGER, AND SEE WHAT YOU ARE GETTING YOURSELF INTO"
Hermione felt herself lying in a very comfortable bed, her eyes fluttered open, and she caught sight of white walls, white sheets, and a sterile, white room. "MOM! Mom you're awake! What happened? They pulled me out of school and sent me in a cab to the hospital, they said you just passed out, what happened? Are you okay?…..Mom?" Hermione looked into the eyes of a red haired, cinnamon eyed girl, who seemed to be about 14 years old and very concerned. She sat up sharply, looked over towards the bathroom, and walked towards a mirror. As she turned towards the glass, she saw an older, more mature looking woman, with a few wrinkles here and there, but unmistakeably Hermione. She splashed some cold water on her face and looked up again, hoping that maybe this was some trick that she had imagined it, that the girl calling her Mom in the other room was somehow a figment of her imagination. As she looked up and the same older face looked back at her, everything went black and she felt herself slowly falling to the floor.
"MOM!!!! I NEED A DOCTOR IN HERE!!!"
*** So I'm taking a bit of that movie, "The Family Man" with Nick Cage…it's cute, but it'll be cuter when it's done Harry Potter style!