"Mum! She's here! Megan's here!"
"That was pretty quick. Maybe I should become a witch! Never have to be late for work again!"
"Mum, just come here!"
Megan heard the unfamiliar voices. At first she thought she was dreaming, and that she was in her own bed in her own room. Slowly she opened her eyes to see soft blue walls and a white and yellow bed spread. Where was she? How did she get here? This wasn't home-
And then she remembered.
The tornado, her parents death, the stranger Dumbledore. All of that happened the previous night, and Megan couldn't bear the memory of it. She felt a tear run down her cheek and quickly brushed it off. She was too old to be doing this. She needed to stand strong and not be afraid. Megan wanted to overcome this obstacle with as much class as possible. Then she broke down crying, the tears flowing as rapidly as the storm that claimed her parents from this Earth.
"Megan?" Megan looked up to see a girl of medium heighth with bushy brown hair and dark eyes. The girl had a sympathetic smile and her face and her eyes held warmth. Megan instantly realized this was her new home. What was this girl's name? She coudn't remember.
"Err. Uhh...what's your name? Hannah, Harriet, Helen?"
"Hermione. Hermione Granger. And you are Megan Mortimer. Welcome to my home. I'm extremely sorry about - this. My mother has prepared breakfast if you're hungry. It will probably do you some good."
Megan realized she was starving. "Hi, Hermione. Thank you very much. If you don't mind, I don't really want to discuss it, not to sound rude. Breakfast sounds great, though." Megan realized her voice was at its maximum volume, yet it was almost a whisper. Her throat ached and felt dry.
"Okay. I competely understand. I'm so sorry. If you need anything, just ask. The kitchen is downstairs," Hermione said. She led Megan downstairs to the kitchen. Megan could tell that Hermione was nice, and would be a great friend through this tragedy.
The Grangers' kitchen was very nice and neat, just as her first impression of Hermione was. There were no stains on the floor or food on the counters except for the food being prepared by Hermione's mother.
"Hi, there. You must be Megan. I'm Mrs. Granger. Call me whatever you would like. Breakfast is almost ready. I'll tell you you came at just the right time. School starts back in two days. Tomorrow Hermione and I are heading up to Diagon Alley for school supplies. You are welcome to join us." Megan nodded. Mrs. Granger already felt like a mother to Megan. She seemed sweet and sympathetic. In fact, Hermione and her mother seemed like mirror images except Mrs. Granger seemed a bit more laid back. "Mr. Granger isn't here. He's on a business trip in Glasgow. You won't be meeting him this time."
Megan tried to look as grateful and happy as she could despite the circumstances. "Thank you very much for having me. You're a lifesaver!" She tried to sport a smile. Mrs. Granger returned it.
After a few more minutes of chatting about Diagon Alley and Hogwarts, the trio sat down at the dinner table to enjoy breakfast. The hearty meal consisted of milk, toast, bacon, sausage, grits, and scrambled eggs. Megan gobbled it right up and thanked the Grangers for the meal.
That afternoon, Hermione and Megan sat down and enjoyed a box of sugar-free candy (the Grangers were dentists) and watched a movie and then started talking about Hogwarts. Megan couldn't help but have a glint of excitement at the prospect of attending the wizarding school.
At only eight-thirty in the evening, Megan decided to retire to bed. She was exhausted. She couldn't wait to go to Diagon Alley with the Grangers. Especially to meet Harry Potter! Who knew she'd be attending the same school as this famous student and even, considering Hermione and Harry were friends, spending time with him!
"That was pretty quick. Maybe I should become a witch! Never have to be late for work again!"
"Mum, just come here!"
Megan heard the unfamiliar voices. At first she thought she was dreaming, and that she was in her own bed in her own room. Slowly she opened her eyes to see soft blue walls and a white and yellow bed spread. Where was she? How did she get here? This wasn't home-
And then she remembered.
The tornado, her parents death, the stranger Dumbledore. All of that happened the previous night, and Megan couldn't bear the memory of it. She felt a tear run down her cheek and quickly brushed it off. She was too old to be doing this. She needed to stand strong and not be afraid. Megan wanted to overcome this obstacle with as much class as possible. Then she broke down crying, the tears flowing as rapidly as the storm that claimed her parents from this Earth.
"Megan?" Megan looked up to see a girl of medium heighth with bushy brown hair and dark eyes. The girl had a sympathetic smile and her face and her eyes held warmth. Megan instantly realized this was her new home. What was this girl's name? She coudn't remember.
"Err. Uhh...what's your name? Hannah, Harriet, Helen?"
"Hermione. Hermione Granger. And you are Megan Mortimer. Welcome to my home. I'm extremely sorry about - this. My mother has prepared breakfast if you're hungry. It will probably do you some good."
Megan realized she was starving. "Hi, Hermione. Thank you very much. If you don't mind, I don't really want to discuss it, not to sound rude. Breakfast sounds great, though." Megan realized her voice was at its maximum volume, yet it was almost a whisper. Her throat ached and felt dry.
"Okay. I competely understand. I'm so sorry. If you need anything, just ask. The kitchen is downstairs," Hermione said. She led Megan downstairs to the kitchen. Megan could tell that Hermione was nice, and would be a great friend through this tragedy.
The Grangers' kitchen was very nice and neat, just as her first impression of Hermione was. There were no stains on the floor or food on the counters except for the food being prepared by Hermione's mother.
"Hi, there. You must be Megan. I'm Mrs. Granger. Call me whatever you would like. Breakfast is almost ready. I'll tell you you came at just the right time. School starts back in two days. Tomorrow Hermione and I are heading up to Diagon Alley for school supplies. You are welcome to join us." Megan nodded. Mrs. Granger already felt like a mother to Megan. She seemed sweet and sympathetic. In fact, Hermione and her mother seemed like mirror images except Mrs. Granger seemed a bit more laid back. "Mr. Granger isn't here. He's on a business trip in Glasgow. You won't be meeting him this time."
Megan tried to look as grateful and happy as she could despite the circumstances. "Thank you very much for having me. You're a lifesaver!" She tried to sport a smile. Mrs. Granger returned it.
After a few more minutes of chatting about Diagon Alley and Hogwarts, the trio sat down at the dinner table to enjoy breakfast. The hearty meal consisted of milk, toast, bacon, sausage, grits, and scrambled eggs. Megan gobbled it right up and thanked the Grangers for the meal.
That afternoon, Hermione and Megan sat down and enjoyed a box of sugar-free candy (the Grangers were dentists) and watched a movie and then started talking about Hogwarts. Megan couldn't help but have a glint of excitement at the prospect of attending the wizarding school.
At only eight-thirty in the evening, Megan decided to retire to bed. She was exhausted. She couldn't wait to go to Diagon Alley with the Grangers. Especially to meet Harry Potter! Who knew she'd be attending the same school as this famous student and even, considering Hermione and Harry were friends, spending time with him!