All at once, a flood of memories began flowing through her mind, though a few in particular stood out.
It was a normal day. Hermione's parents had gone to visit her grandparents. She was at home because she had been taking a nap at the time, but they'd left a note.
She was lying on her bed, reading a book when the landline started ringing.
Annoyed at being disturbed, she reluctantly put down her book at picked up the phone.
Before she could ask who was calling, however, her dad's voice said,
"H-he's gone. Yo-your grandpa is dead. A heart-attack"
His voice was shaking, he seemed to have been crying for hours.
Hermione dropped the receiver in shock. Her grandpa had been the only person to have ever told her that it was alright for her to be the way she was, that her abilities weren't horrid.
With what Crystalline had revealed to her, she supposed it made sense since her grandpa was the son of a squib.
The memory shifted to another.
It was a family reunion. Probably the one after her Grandfather's death considering the subdued atmosphere.
One of her uncles, Jared Dogwaryth, rolls his eyes when he noticed the quiet surroundings.
"Oh honestly! I can't understand why you lot are moping so much. Yes the old man's gone, but he was always a doddering old coot, it's not really a loss is it", he laughed, when out of the blue, the glass of whiskey in his hands started shaking, and escaped his grip.
Hermione was staring at him, trembling in barely suppressed rage. She was only six when this had occurred.
The now floating glass, rose higher in the air, and with a splat, falls onto Uncle Jared's head.
He's knocked out, and some of their relatives, who break out of their reverie at the supernatural scene, rush to him.
They carry him out and lay him down in the back of a car and start driving him to the nearest hospital.
Soon, everyone leaves, everyone other than Hermione and her parents.
"Did you do this", Emmarsyn Granger asks, her voice hard and her eyes cold.
"I-I didn't mean to I just-", Hermione stuttered. It was true, she hadn't meant to hurt him. Well, not that badly, at least.
Her father' gripped her, or well her memory self's, hand forcefully and said,
"How many times have I said it, find some way to control it, whatever it is! I'm not going to tolerate this anymore", he glared, harshly.
Hermione relived how much the tight grip had hurt, yet not admitting to it, how hard it was to restrain the whimpers of pain.
The memory was replace by another. She was eight in this one.
"DON'T COME NEAR ME!", she was screaming. "I'll hurt you both", she whimpered, much more softly.
Everything around them was rattling, the lights switching on and off.
"Calm down, sweetheart. Fear only makes it worse, remember", Emmarsyn said, soothingly.
Her parents' gazes were soothing, concerned and filled with care, unlike the last memory.
Yet, their attempts to calm her down didn't succeed. She was scared, so very scared. Scared of herself and what she was capable of.
She was then shaken awake and pulled out of her head before another memory could play out in her head.