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~ 4ever

The door bell rang...

Bloody hell. Hermione wiped her hands on her jumper once more and answered the door. An elderly woman, probably mid-sixties stood there, dressed in black robes, with a badge on her chest of what Hermione recognized as the Hogwarts crest.

Hermione stood there dumb for a second before her polite instincts kicked in and she opened the door wider and stepped aside, allowing the woman to enter.

Emma (or Eileen, as Hermione always thought of her privately) walked into the room. She was immediately glad she had glamored both herself and Vivienna, as the woman would certainly have recognized them, even after all these years.

"Hello," Emma greeted Minerva McGonagall courteously. "Please, make yourself at home." Minerva sat down on the couch, almost warily, as if the shabby thing might bite her. "Would you like some tea, ma'am?"

"Yes, please, Mrs—?" Minerva said, leaving the unspoken question in the air.

"Granger, ma'am." Emma didn't bother correcting Minerva. She glanced back at Vivienna—no, Hermione—as she rounded the corner into the kitchen. After all these perfect Muggle years, Emma's worst nightmare come true.

Hermione sat down cautiously. "May I inquire your business here, madam?" She asked politely.

Minerva was astonished. When she had been admitted into the house, she had been struck by the drab appearance. The girl who had answered the door was wearing a denim jumper that had what looked like paint splotches all over it. Her wildly curly hair was held back in a bushy ponytail, although quite a few tendrils had sprung loose like corkscrews around her temples.

She had expected the inhabitants to be rude and boring, like all the other Muggles she had ever met, but this was not the case. Here was this little girl, who was quite tiny for her age, especially behind all that hair, being quite courteous; in fact, she seemed to have more manners than any other child her age Minerva had met before.

"I come from a school that wishes to offer you a place as a student," she said primly. She still didn't understand why Albus wanted this Muggle-born as a student at the most prestigious magic school in Europe.

Emma arrived with the tea on a tray, along with lemon slices and honey. She set the tray down on the coffee table. "Shall I stay or go?" She asked.

"Stay please, Mrs. Granger." Minerva said. "This concerns your daughter's education."

She introduced herself as Minerva McGonagall, and continued to explain Hogwarts, but Hermione tuned her out, as she'd heard all of it before. Instead, she turned her attention to Tom.

She's here, Father! Hermione rejoiced.

Faint laughter. So I see, Enna. Good job. Now, be on your best behavior and see if Eileen will let you go.

Hermione nodded and severed the link. She turned back to the real world, and the conversation occurring.

"She's not a...a witch!" Emma cried, playing the Muggle mother part quite well.

"Not yet she isn't," Minerva said, "But with the correct training, she could be a spectacular one."

Emma sighed and said to Hermione. "Sweetheart, this is your decision. It's your life. I leave it up to you, and I will honor whichever choice you make."

Minerva marveled over the speed at which the woman had accepted the fact that there was real magic in the world. She turned to the young girl, who still looked shell-shocked and undecided.

"It's quite all right, Ms. Granger," she said softly. "I know this is a lot to take in. Perhaps I should come back tomorrow?"

"No!" Hermione blurted. Her cheeks turned light pink from her outburst; she schooled her features and said, more calmly, "No, thank you. I-I've made up my mind already."

A/N: I'm really enjoying writing this story so far. Please let me know if you're enjoying reading it.

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~ 4ever