I know the chapters are short, but it's more fun to write that way for this story. Hope you enjoy. As always reviews are wonderful.
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Chapter Two : A nasty surprise
Hermione Granger slipped into the tiny shed at the edge of her parents' backyard. She sat down on the least cobwebbed side of the workbench and buried her head in her hands. She felt like a criminal, hiding in this shed, hiding from her parents.
She didn't know what to do next. Maybe she could hide here until they were asleep and then remove her memory charm? It would probably be the best way to avoid the confrontation that would be sure to ensue, if she simply went in there and claimed to be their daughter.
Hermione pulled her head out of her arms and wiped away the few tears that clung to the edges of her eyelashes. It had seemed like a smart thing to do at the time, making her parents unable to speak a word about Harry to Voldemort and keeping them safe at the same time. Now she wasn't so sure. She guessed that if she could go back and change things, she wouldn't, but that didn't mean she had no regrets.
She regretted all of this. She regretted hiding in her parents' shed, in Australia, like some kind of fugitive. She regretted making that charm so hard to lift. It would take her nearly an hour to get it off, which was why she needed to wait for them to go to sleep.
Hermione started as she heard the sound of footsteps heading in her direction. She slipped quickly behind an old cupboard, just as the door slid open. She held still, hopefully whoever it was hadn't seen her.
"Who are you?" a voice called. That voice broke Hermione's heart in half. Her mother sounded afraid, terrified even. She stuffed her fist into her mouth, determined not to voice the reply that was rising up onto her lips.
"It's no use hiding; I know that you're there. I've seen you. Come out from behind that wardrobe," Hermione panicked at her mother's words. Of course she could have just disapparated, but her mother was already suspicious, and the popping sound that would accompany the disapparation really wasn't all that subtle. Her eyes darted left and right, desperately searching for an escape, but finding none.
Out of sheer desperation, she tapped herself hard on the head with her wand. It was the only thing she could think of. Her Disillusionment Charm took effect almost at once, and she could feel the sticky, cool, feel of it trickling slowly down her back, turning her into a human chameleon.
It was, however, not fast enough. Mrs. Granger rounded the corner and screamed in horror at the terrible sight that confronted her. Hermione's top half was invisible, the charm making her blend perfectly with the shed wall behind her. Her bottom half though was another matter. It was perfectly visible, but with every passing second more of her body was fading away. To her mother it must have looked like a pair of legs, without a body, had somehow made it's way into her garage.
Her heart clenched with pain as she saw her mother's deathly white face, and knew that disapparating would probably have been the smarter thing to do. Mrs. Granger looked as though she was about to faint. "What-?" she staggered back, her unformed question hanging thickly in the air.
Hermione heaved a disembodied sigh. This was going to take a lot of explaining.