Ella was caught off guard. "Wait," She pushed away, "Great grand daughter?" She ran her eyes over the young girl. She looked only a few years older than her.
"Oh, I've almost forgotten. My appearance. I entered your dream in the form of my teenage self so that maybe you'd feel more comfortable around me." She sat on a small fallen tee nearby. She patted her hand on the log, inviting Ella to sit down.
Ella sat. "Wait. You came into my dream? Are you a…"
"Wizard?" She finished. "Yes, I am. And so are my children, my grandchildren, but my one and only great grandchild…" she brushed a strand of hair out of Ella's face.
"W-what?" Ella loudly whispered. "So- I- And my parents… are you Hermionie?"
Hermionie nodded.
"So it's true. My Mom and Dad are wizards?"
"Yes, they are."
"But-how is that possible? I'm not a wizard. Isn't that how it works? If your parents are wizards, you are too."
"You are what we call a squib. A muggle with magical parents. But it seems that now you might not be a squib anymore. You can read minds?"
"Yes, but I messed it up somehow." Ella fiddled with her fingers. "But I don't know how."
Hermionie seemed to know exactly what Ella was talking about, "When you knocked the crystal ball off the table you didn't let the wizard in your dream complete giving you your powers. So now you have on and off powers."
"So, at random times my power will just go away?"
"Exactly." Hermionie explained, "And there's no way to predict when it will happen."
The wind whistled louder. It blew brightly coloured leaves around. Hermionie started to fade. Ella reached her hand out, but before she could, Hermionie was gone.