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His Heir
By Avery-88
Chapter 2 : Saying Goodbye
"Hermione, darling!" Karen called to Hermione. "Hurry up! We've got to leave now if we want to catch the train!"
"I'm a-coming!" Hermione yelled back to her mum. "Boy, is this trunk heavy," she mumbled to herself, pulling her trunk down the stairs.
It was at this moment that the doorbell rang.
"Who would be calling at this house at this hour?" Karen asked, seeing that it was only 9:30am on a Muggle school day, which was Friday, September 1st. Karen walked to the door, only to be almost knocked straight off her feet by her 17-year-old daughter, Hermione.
"Mum, let me get the door!" Hermione said as she dashed in front of it. "Hello!" Hermione said as she opened it.
"Hey, Mya!" greeted a deep male voice. "Umm, hello, Mrs. Granger."
"Hello, Garett," Karen spoke to Garett with a serious look on her face. "What are you doing here at our house at 9:30 in the morning on a school day?"
"Mum!" Hermione glared at her mother.
"Never mind, Garett," Karen said. "Do come in."
"Mum," Hermione asked, "can you put my trunk in the car for me please?"
"Okay," Karen said as she lugged Hermione's trunk out the door. "You have five minutes, then I leaving with or without you."
"Yes, Mum," Hermione said, rolling her eyes as she shut the front door after her mum left. Hermione and Garett then went into the family room and sat on the couch like they had done so many other times.
"So," Garett said, "you off to your boarding school then? You know I'll miss you like nuts."
"I know, Garett," Hermione said. "Like every other year." Hermione thought back to every September 1st when, just before she left, she was always greeted by her best friend in the whole entire world, well, at least the Muggle world: Garett McKay.
"So," Garett said, a hopeful smile on his face, "are you going to be back for Christmas break?"
"I don't know," Hermione said, "but if I am, you'll be one of the first to know!" Hermione looked at the clock. "Oops! My five minutes are up! I really have to be going if I don't want to miss the train. And you, Garett, better get back to school. You don't want your homework piling up when it's only the first week of school for you, don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Garett said, rolling his eyes. "Don't worry, I won't get behind, Missy."
"Don't roll your eyes at me, Garett Michael McKay!" Hermione said as she playfully punched his arm.
"Yes, Mya," Garett said as he saluted to her. "I guess I will see you soon then, well hopefully."
"Yes, you will," Hermione said as she stood up on her tiptoes to hug Garett, who was now 6'3 while she was only 5'4. "You better not be getting any taller or I won't be even able to hug you anymore!"
"Yes, Mya," Garett said. "I will tell my body to stop growing so my best friend can still hug me."
HONK HONK!
"Well, my mum's honking, so I better get going," Hermione said after the hug "I'll walk you out, okay?" She and Garett got off the couch and walked to the front door. Hermione opened it and walked out, Garett behind her. After locking it and heading to the car, Garett walked beside her.
"Bye, Mya," Garett said, giving her another hug, but this time lifting Hermione right off the ground. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too," Hermione said with a tear on her cheek. After she was put back on the ground, she turned around and got into the car. It pulled out of the driveway and Hermione looked behind her, waving to her friend who was standing in front of her house, until she could no longer see him.
"Herm?" Karen asked Hermione.
"What, Mum?" Hermione said, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Nothing," Karen said. "You know what?"
"What?" Hermione said. "And don't say nothing. You do that to me so often now."
"It's just that…I've noticed that every year, it looks like it gets harder and harder to say goodbye to Garett."
"I know, it's just that every year, there's always that small chance that I may never see him again."
"Hermione, what do you mean?" Karen said, concerned. "I thought Lord Whatever-His-Name-Is is dead."
"He is, Mum, it's just that…his followers are still out there. And also it's because, after this year, I'll most likely stay in the magical world and may not see him much anymore."
"Oh, Herm," Karen said.
"What?"
"Nothing," Karen replied. If only you knew who you were, Karen thought, you'd be different.
The rest of the ride to the train station was quiet.