2.
There were still twenty days before school began again. Normaly, Minerva Mcgonagall, due to her role of Deputy Headmistress, would have already gone to Hogwarts to supervise works of last minutes. But with her invitation for the Granger to stay at her home, she decided that helping them to acclimate to a magical environment would be best.
Moreover, with the rise of Voldemort, the number of students was fast lowering at Hogwarts. It was considered like a fortified town, a raisonnably safe place, but also a place to absolutly take for the death-eaters and it would certainly see some fights.
The staff of the school had forseen that and security had increased for the last six years. They would know what to do. The professor Mcgonagall, as a far-sighted woman, had already made all plans necessary. The others teachers just nedeed to follow the instructions she left for the last details of organisation.
It was decided that she'd go to take Georges, Elizabeth and their daugther at their home. The order didn't want to leave any traces. The Mcgonagall's Manor was kept in a secret place,only known of her trusted friend Albus Dumbledore. The Granger told their friends and neighbours that they were going on holiday in Italy like last year. It wouldn't wake suspicion.
The trouble came when they tried doing their bags. They were very attached to this house. It was where they moved in when Hermione was born. It was full of memories. Memories that they wanted with them. In the end and after some cries and some discussions, they agreed with their very reasonable daughter and just took their clothing, their papers, some photo albums and what is generally needed when you go on a trip.
Even like that, their luggage were so packed they were about to burst and far too heavy. Hermione waved her wand and after a 'reducio', it was more manageable. Just in time too, if the bell above their frontdoor was any indication.
Taking a deep breath, Hermione Granger opened the door to a lady in blue jean with a denim jacket and long black hair. Bewildered, she was staring until the lady talked : "May I come Miss Granger?" She knew this voice, but the person in front of her couldn't be ... "Professor Mcgonagall?"
Straightening herself, she gave way to her teacher and closed the door behind her. "I'm sorry professor, I didn't recognize you at first." Minerva was finding that very funny, if the twinkling in her eyes and the ghost of a smile were any indication.
"Were you waiting for somebody else?" Taking pity of her favorite pupil, she explained : "My father was muggle." At Hermione's gasp, she tried to lighten the atmosphere. "I know it was quite a while since I lived with him, but I'm almost sure I didn't wander around in jeans. It seems it is the most widespread style of dress during the last decades among muggles, isn't it?"
Hermione nervously answered : "Yes... But you seem so different like that. You look so young and normal, well you know you don't stand out like most wizzards. I didn't expect it. Not that it's a bad thing or... oh damn I'm rambling. Please forgive me, professor. You surprised me, that's all. You're very beautiful like that. Not that you usually aren't or anything. It's just you seem totally different with your hair down and without your glasses and... Mom! Dad! Come here please!"
Her 'please' seemed a little desesperate to her own ears, but Minerva didn't comment. She seemed a little astonished and amused, though. 'Damn, I'm turning in the babbling idiot of the town. On the other hand, the professor looked a lot more decontracted that way. 'If I look at it in a positive way, it's a good thing.'