Hermione Granger: The Story Behind the Story
-Chapter 4-
The dimly lit room was muted from the noisy room next to them. There were two chairs sitting opposite from each other and a candle off to the side. The Bartender motioned to take a seat. Mrs. Granger hesitantly sat on the aged cloth chair, with a wave of dust arising with every move. Hermione was quiet, and patient. She had no idea what was going on, but she had an idea that it was important.
Sorry I did not introduce myself earlier, I am Josh," said the bartender. "Hello, I think I already told you my name," said Mrs. Granger. "Yes, yes, you did," stated Josh. "Getting back to your husband. This may sound weird, and I am breaking many laws by telling you this – but you need to know for your life's sake.
There is another type of people on this planet. They possess many special abilities, if you will call them that, that other people, called 'muggles', don't have." Mrs. Granger gave an uncertain glance at Josh. "There are people who can use magic, and others that can't –- like you. "Okay," said Mrs. Granger. "Many wizards and witches, who live among me and you I may add, were frightened when your husband started to write those stories in the paper. They feared that he knew all about their world and lives, and were willing to tell the general public. The Ministry of Magic – their 'government' if you will – assured everyone that your husband knew nothing of their world. The magical public came to rest. The only people who were still concerned were the dark wizards – the wizard 'bad guys' – and they thought that they were being found out. All of the articles that your husband published had to do with 'accidents.' In reality, those 'accidents' were cover-ups of murders and massacres. Because they thought this, they felt that they must stop it. Being dark, they decided to kill." Mrs. Granger's eyes had widened and she began to look pale.
Mrs. Granger had no idea what to believe. She ended up looking at the situation as if there was no other possibility, and there wasn't. Mrs. Granger was not sold on this story 100, but she decided to ask some questions of safety. "Josh, what should I do?" "Well, they must realize that the rest of your family had left. Now that you know the story, and you know what they did, they will be looking for you, harder so than before."
"So, where should I go?" Asked Mrs. Granger. "You and your child would be safest in the wizardry community. They can protect you and educate you about their society. That would be best. But for know, you shall stay in a small room above this pub until I can find a better location. It is not luxurious, and it will not be like home, but it will keep safe.
Before Mrs. Granger could give her opinion, the small room lifted off the ground. Mrs. Granger felt her stomach churn, but soon it came to a stop. They were now looking at a small hallway with no windows in sight. A small door in the far corner was opened, as if to invite them, but it did exactly the opposite.