Yes, so it's another short chapter, I don't like this one as much as the other two, but it's the best I can do for now. Maybe I'll do an overhaul of it one day. Tell me what you think, your reviews are much appreciated.
JK Rowling's not mine.
Chapter Three: Tea with Monica Jenkins, aka Susan Granger.
Hermione was seated across the dining-room table from her mother. She bit her lip and waited for her Confundus Charm to lift, her mum was sure to start shouting when that happened. For now though she just sat there, calm as ever, sipping tea, there was no sign that she had recently had a struggle with an intruder in the garage on that calm visage.
Hermione sighed, she had not wanted to confound her mother, but like a lot of other things it had been necessary. The struggle in the garage had been a very brief and only slightly violent one. Susan had tried to scream and Hermione had confounded her after clapping a hand over her mother's mouth. She had then walked the dazed woman up to the house,lifting her disillusionment charm along the way.
Susan, or Monica, as she was now known had not protested but allowed herself to be pulled along by the now visible girl. The girl whose hair was exactly the same as hers. In the small section of her mind that had not been dreadfully affected by the confundus charm, Monica had wondered whether this girl was related to her. Perhaps Wendell had been right and they did have a daughter?
Hermione had led her mother into the house, made them both cups of tea and was now waiting for the charm to wear off. It was very likely that she would have to confound her mother again or even stun her, but she wanted to explain things to her before that, just so the entire thing would not be quite so underhanded.
Hermione put her teacup down nervously; she could see that Monica was beginning to shake off her spell. "You-" her mother's stifled cry was immediately stifled by Hermione's 'Silencio', it was underhanded but she had no other choice. She sighed. If she hadn't done it Susan's yells might alert the entire neighbourhood that she was there.
"Listen to me," Hermione said firmly as her mother's mouth continued to move, yet made no sound.
"I am your daughter," at this Monica's mouth fell shut, and the stream of silent obscenities which had been pouring forth from it ended too. Now she just stared at the girl, too shocked to even think.
Hermione allowed sometime for the news to sink in, it was only when her mother had regained some of the colour in her face that she proceeded, "I am a witch."
At this Susan's mouth stretched into what was unmistakably silent laughter. "Oh yes, very funny, well, how do you explain the fact that you can't talk now? How do you explain the fact that I half disappeared in the garage? That's all magic you know, I could do a bit more to convince you if you want mum," and with this Hermione whipped out her wand. She pointed it at the teacup that her mother was holding, the woman jerked back looking scared, "Accio," she said and the teacup zoomed out of her mothers hand straight into Hermione's outstreched one.
If her mother had been looking scared before, she was now looking petrified. She seemed to be contemplating running away and she had even edged her chair away slightly. Hermione hated herself for what she was about to do next and to make herself feel just that little bit better she informed her victim of what she was about to do. "I'm sorry," she began softly, "But I need to get your memory back, and I don't think I'll be able to while you're conscious. I'm going to have to knock you out," her voice sounded far off and miserable even to her own ears.
Raising her wand in a fast motion, so as to get it over and done with, Hermione stunned her mother and then performed the spell that would give Susan her memory back. Now all she had to do was stand here pouring her energy into her mother for half an hour to complete the process. Once again she wished that she hadn't made her memory charm quite so complex.
Hermione's body seemed to be under severe strain with all the effort she was exerting. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, all of her limbs hurt, and she had the worst headache in the world. She knew that she could lift this spell though, the pain of putting it in place had been far greater and she had managed that, even though she had been out cold for ten minutes after.
Time ticked on, seconds lengthened into hours, every minute felt like a day. She was just about to give up and jerk her wand away, when the white light streaming from its tip into Susan's body came to a halt. Hermione sighed with relief and slumped to the floor, leaning against a nearby wall. It would be a while before she had the strength to wake Susan from her current stunned state. To think that she was going to have to lift this spell once more, to think that she had placed it twice.. Hermione was slightly in awe of herself.
For now though there was nothing more she could do, her body shut down completely and she passed into a fitful slumber.