Hermione Granger: The Story Behind The Story
Chapter 2

After running through the night as fast as she could, Mrs. Granger collapsed with Hermione fast asleep in her mother's arms. An Inne owner named Monta Carroll found Mrs. Granger and Hermione on the outskirts of a little town outside of London, called Listleton. Monta Carroll, without thinking, brought the collapsed women and her child into her the Inne. She gave them a blanket and warmed them up near the fireplace. It was obviously a long night for these people, thought Monta Carroll, and then closed the door to let them catch up on their much-needed sleep.

The next morning Mrs. Granger woke up to a fright. She had no idea where she was. After recalling what happened in her mind, she had to relive her husband's murder all over again. Monta Carroll, after thinking she heard some weeping from the room, ran in. Monta walked over to Mrs. Granger and explained what had happened last night. She told Mrs. Granger that she is welcome to stay at the Inne as long as she pleases, if it would help.

Mrs. Granger then explained to Monta what had last night and what she saw as she turned around to glance at her house. Monta seemed to be a very caring person, and even though Mrs. Granger had never seen her before, she felt her story was safe in her hands. Mrs. Granger seemed to choke down the tears and then started to regain the color in her face, for she had looked very pale.

Monta Carroll seemed very hesitant, but then she asked the question, "Do you know what the motive to the murder was? Had your husband done anything recently?"
Mrs. Granger looked like she had no idea what the motive was, but then something caught her attention in her mind and her face became pale again and her eyes widened. "What?" Asked Monta Carroll. "My husband had noticed similarities in accidents all over the continent. The one he was in is just like what he had described." "What did he suspect?" "That they were connected to a different world – he used the words "witches" and "warlocks." Something in Monta Carroll's face gave it a way, because soon enough Mrs. Granger asked "What?" "Do you know something?" In fact, Monta Corroll did know something, but not all of it.

"I am sorry that I can not be more of a help," she said. "Go to 1456 Lennington Drive in London, but do not say a word of it to anyone. I am sure the people there can point you in the right direction. Go quickly, but do not look amateur when you go in." Mrs. Granger was about to protest when Monta Carroll said, "You are dealing with something beyond what I, or any officer in Europe could ever hope to. Go now, you are no longer welcome here."