Chapter 10

Flashback

Disclaimer: I don't own HP or any of the sorts. JK Rowling does…But I do own Clarice and Maggie and Sophie.

Dawn was breaking on the horizon, and Sara Potter had already rolled over and pushed her snooze button twice. She knew she had to get up to go to work. She was exhausted; driving from the city everyday was beginning to take its toll. It didn't seem as there were enough hours in the day to get everything done. She was attending the University of New York for a degree in Alternative Medicine at night. She was using her previous experience at Hogwarts to learn advanced technical representation she may one day be able to bring back to the magical world someday. Someday. Now, she had her daughter to care for. Thankfully they had a campus facility for childcare. From six in the morning to two in the afternoon she worked at the London Café and Chatter Box, and then it was an hour drive just to get to school. As though her life was hectic enough, she was completely surprised when she received a letter in the post the other day. It left her restless; she didn't know who it was from. It seemed to cloud her thoughts at every chance it got. It kept replaying in her mind.

Dear Miss Potter:

As I have seen that you have slipped away from the magical world to further your education, I was wondering if you may return for recognition with your efforts in herbal medicine. Please send your response as soon as possible in the enclosed envelope. No need to send it out through the post, as your response will activate its transport.

Sincerely,

S.A.

No one had known she was a witch. For that matter she has been living as a muggle for the last five years. Unfortunately for her that threw her world into a whirl wind. She wanted to forget the magical world for now, live her life as a normal person for a while.

At first she had no intention of ever going back there, but now she had second thoughts. She had done all she could to forget her past; she was ready to move on. But now whoever this SA was, wanted to stir up everything. She never regretted her decision to leave to the magical world, but now only one thing clouded her decision.

Harry.

She had left him, on her own accord. He would never understand. He couldn't even give her a straight bloody answer when she asked him that one fateful question. She didn't even know if it was his hesitation that drove her away, or if it was just her love for him. She wanted to love him so badly at that time in her life, but she could never trust another man. Not after Ron. He had done some permanent damage to her that she was never willing to come to terms with. How was Ron? What was he doing with his life? She wondered to herself. For that matter, how was Harry doing? What was he doing with his life? Has he gotten married? Hell, that didn't even matter now. She moved on with her life, or so she thought. Now this letter shows up and is making her life even more eventful than it already was.

She rose from her bed and stretched. She walked lightly throughout the apartment as trying not to wake her daughter Sophie. Walking up through the hallway she could still hear the sound of Sophie's television playing her favorite Care Bears movie. She sighed to herself. Why can't our life be easier? Everything is going to change. Sophie has shown extraordinary magical powers and she was only five. She sat down at the table after making herself a cup of tea. She could hear Sophie beginning to stir. She sounded just like Ron when she was getting ready. Mine as well go get ready for work. She wasn't even thinking when she found her cup floating over to the sink. Oh, crap. I can't be doing that, Sophie might walk in. She returned to her room, and got ready to go to work.

"Sophie, sweetheart are you ready to go school? Were going to be late." Hermione yelled from her bedroom. No Answer. "Sophie? Baby, what are you doing?" She stated again. Still no avail. She walked down to her room and opened the door. There sat Sophie in the middle of her room with her blanket on the floor shaped like a tent.

Sophie poked her head out from under the tent. "Mom, look no hands." She watched her daughter climb out from underneath the blanket and it was still standing. The funny thing was, there was nothing holding it up.

"Sophie, what have you got there?" She replied trying to hide her smile.

"I was thinking of how I would love to go camping one day with you and my daddy, and the blanket flew off the bed and it shaped like a tent. So I crawled in and seen that there was nothing holding it up. Mom, what happened?" She asked shyly.

Hermione thought to herself; how am I going to explain this one? She doesn't even know that I'm a witch. What a bloody time to try and explain it to her. But she knew she had to do it sometime, so she decided to take the day off with Sophie and have a little fun. "Baby, I'll be right back. I'm going to call the school and tell them that you are sick today, and I need to call work."

"But mom, I'm not sick. I want to go to school today." She pleaded.

"I know baby, but just think of it as a mom and daughter day. I'll be right back. Okay?" She said as she was walking out the door.

"Okay." Sophie replied while scooting back under the tent.

Hermione returned just a few minutes later with a long slim box. She hadn't held her wand in almost five years. She was still debating weather or not she really wanted to explain what was going on with Sophie. But in all fairness, she has never held any secrets from her daughter. Except for two, one she was a witch, and the other she didn't want to go into right now.

"Baby, Come out of there. I have something I want to show you." Hermione said quietly, as though someone was watching.

Sophie quickly scrambled out from underneath the blanket.

"Yes, mom."

"Sophie, there is something that I want to show you. But you have to promise not to tell anyone what has happened here today. You have to promise me that. But first, I want to explain something to you. How can I put this in your terms? Okay, let me start here. You read fairytales right?" She questioned her daughter.

"Yes, you can be a princess or anything that you like in fairytales Mom, you know that. Why do I need to know about fairytales?"

"It's the only way I can make you understand this, Baby. Just please bear with me here. I haven't talked about this in a long time. Okay?" Hermione replied shyly. "Let me ask you another question Sophie. Do you believe in Magic?" She asked her daughter again.

"No Mom, Magic isn't real. Everybody knows that. Why are you asking me all these silly questions?" She questioned her mother.

Hermione slipped out the box and opened it so Sophie could see.

"Mom, what is that?"

"It's a wand. It's used to do magic. Watch."

Hermione pointed her wand over to the book lying on Sophie's night stand. "Accio, book" She thought to herself. Sophie watched in amazement as the book came floating over to her mother who caught it with ease.

"Mom, how did you do that?" Sophie asked with her eyes as wide as saucers.

"I'm a witch, and so are you. Your daddy is a wizard, he can do magic too. Sophie, sweetie is there something wrong?" She looked at her daughter with concern.

"Mom, who is my daddy?"

"Baby, today is going to be a fun day. I know your curious about your daddy, but…" Hermione had trailed off thinking about that letter she received.

"Mom, what is it?"

"Sophie, you sound so grown up for just five years old. You talk like your five going on twenty. Let me ask you something, Would you like to go to England for a little while? I received a letter from an old friend who wants to see me, but I knew that I would have to ask you first. It would only be for a little while, I promise. But if we get over there, and you like it we possibly could stay a little longer. But its all your decision. Whatever you say."

She looked at her daughter, wondering what exactly was going through her mind. "Sophie, say something? I know I've just put so much on you in just a few moments. But I'm sorry, so very sorry. What do you say?" Hermione was worried. She thought that at any moment Sophie was going to run.

"Mom, you have always taught me that if there was something bothering me to ask questions. So that's what I did. And moving to England, okay. Can I take Paige with me? Please, I wont know anyone." She bas begging her mother.

"Baby, I don't think that Paige will be able to go. Honestly, I would like it to just be us. We can go and discover everything together. I will send the post out tomorrow letting my friend know that we will be coming. Well leave tomorrow. I know it's so sudden, but I think we really need time away from home. Are we ready for that mom and daughter day? I'll go make breakfast and you start packing." She told her daughter as she carefully placed her wand back in the box.

Hermione got up quickly and walked out the door. I'm going back to England. I can't believe it, I'm actually going back. She walked into the kitchen and made breakfast.