Chapter Nine
9 Years Later
"Kira, it's dinner time." called Hermione to her 8 ½ year old daughter.
"Coming, mummy." said Kira, as she skipped into the kitchen. Kira was a very cute little girl. She had buck teeth and bushy hair just like her mum, but had a few freckles on her nose and whenever she was embarrassed her ears turned pink. She had big brown eyes and an irresistible smile.
"Mummy, Abby's having a sleepover party on Saturday, and everyone's going to be there. Could I please, please go?" begged Kira.
"Honey, I thought Saturday was our special day to go to London?" said Hermione, pouring her daughter some soup.
"Yes, but it's just one Saturday. We go every Saturday; can't I please just go this once?"
"I suppose dear. But shopping in London won't be the same without you." Hermione said, smiling.
"Oh, mummy, stop it!" said Kira, giving her a hug. "I love you, mummy." she said.
"I love you too, sweetheart." said Hermione. "Come on now, eat your soup, then it's off to bed with you."
"Alright." said Kira. "Mummy, what do you want for Christmas?"
"Nothing, honey. I'm happy with what I've got."
"But, you must want something more!" said Kira, looking at her longingly.
"When I think of something, I'll be sure to let you know." said Hermione. Kira nodded. She finished her soup and skipped off to bed.
"Night, mummy. I love you." Kira kissed Hermione on the cheek.
"I love you too, sweetie. Sweet dreams."
Hermione turned off the light and walked down to the kitchen. She looked out the window. It had started to rain. She smiled. Hermione loved the rain.
(A/N: Hermione didn't tell Kira about the wizarding world.)
Hermione's POV
"Mummy!" I heard in the middle of the night. I bolted up in my bed. Kira ran in my room and jumped on top of me.
"What is it?" I said, turning on the light on the table next to me.
"I had a bad dream." she said. "Mummy, can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
"I suppose." I said, scooting over. "But no more bad dreams, promise?"
"I promise." said Kira, smiling.
Saturday
Hermione's POV
"Let's go, mum! I'm going to be late!" said Kira, impatiently waiting by the door.
"I'm coming, Kira, I need to get my things. I have to go to London, you know." I said.
"I know." said Kira. We walked out into the rain and got into my car. "Can I sit in the front?"
"No, honey. It's dangerous."
Kira pouted and slumped in the back seat.
Once we got to Abby's house, she jumped out and ran.
"Hello, Abby!" she yelled, giving her friend a hug.
"Bye, Kira." I called. "I'll pick you up in the morning."
"Bye, mummy." said Kira, hugging me. "I love you."
"I love you too. Have fun!" I called, as I got back into my car and drove to London.
I stopped by a small place that not many muggle's notice. The Leaky Cauldron. It had been ages since I had seen the place, and it seemed older and dustier than ever. I parked my car and slowly walked inside.
Tom wasn't there, instead another strange looking man with hair everywhere except on his head.
"Hullo." he mumbled, as he saw me walk in. I smiled. I went out into the back, where the entrance of Diagon Alley was. How I longed to go there once more, but I couldn't. My wand was locked up tight in a trunk in the basement. I sighed. A witch suddenly walked out of the Leaky Cauldron and apparently didn't see me. She pulled out her wand and tapped the bricks and suddenly: There was Diagon Alley. The witch walked in and I slowly trailed behind. I saw a crowd outside Flourish and Blott's, so I went in to see what was going on.
"It's him! It's him!"
"Get me his autograph, mum!"
"Good heavens!"
"It's really him!"
People were murmuring all throughout the store. I found a wrinkled old lady standing in a corner and walked over to her.
"Excuse me, but what is going on?" I asked.
"Haven't you heard?" she said in an excited voice. "He's doing autograph signings. His book was just published."
"Sorry, but who?"
"Good lord, child. Harry Potter!"