Chapter 2

The summer Richard left, things around me began to change. I began to notice things about myself that I had never noticed before. Like the weather around my house seemed to change with my moods. If I were happy, it would be bright and sunny. I was sad or angry it would be stormy and black. That wasn't the only weird thing. Sometimes, if tried really hard, I could make objects move just a little bit by pointing my finger at it. I had no idea what it was. I told myself they had to be just coincidences. I mean, maybe the gravity at my house was unbalanced or something. That was my only explanation. I read all kinds of books on telekinesis, but they weren't much help. There was not any logical reasoning in any book I read, as far as I could figure out telekinesis wasn't a real thing. But it was the only logical explanation I could find. About half way through the summer, I realized I had a serious problem. One morning, I woke up, and I realized I was not in my bed, but floating above it. I screamed, and flailed, falling back onto my bed, with made a horrible creaking noise with the sudden weight, and my bed collapsed into itself, pulling me into the bottom My parents came crashing into my room, falling into one another, terrified looks fixed on their faces.

"Hermione!" My father cried, his hand on his heart. " My God, what happened to your bed?"

I had tears running down my cheeks, and my mother ran to me and pulled me out of the hole that was now my bed and into a tight hug. I hugged her back. I had never been so terrified. I could barely speak…

"I-I…" I sputtered out. I almost told them what had happened; that I had woke up in mid-air. But I realized there was no way on earth they would believe me. Even the concept of me just floating in the air would make them think I was lying or mad. I thought I was going mad.

"I was jumping on the bed." I said finally, hugging my mother even more tightly. "A-and it broke."

"Oh Hermione." My mother replied, shaking her head. " How many times have we told you not to jump on the bed?" she looked at her watch that she wore always. "It's six in the morning! What on earth were you doing up?"

" I'm sorry. I-I couldn't sleep." I replied looking at my feet. "I promise not to do it again."

"Sorry isn't going to fix your bed, Hermione." My father said, glaring at the messy lump on the floor. "You are in big trouble, little miss."

My eyes widened, I never got in trouble. I couldn't imagine what punishment they could give me, I but I bet it would be horrible. Like I would have to clean out the toilet. Eww.

"I'm sorry." I said again. I didn't really know what else to say. My knees felt like jelly and my heart was pumping so hard I could feel it against my chest. I had never lied to my parents before, but I didn't know what else to do. What had happened to me was just to fantastical to believe. For the first time ever I wondered if there was wrong with me.

My punishment ended up being that I got no allowance until I had paid off my bed. It wasn't so bad though. Chores were really easy. I would just imagine everything was clean, and when I came out to do them, all the dishes were done, the floor was swept and the garbage was gone. I thought it was strange, but I didn't mind it as much, since chores were a bore. By the end of the summer, my new bed was paid off, and I owned my own bed again. To celebrate, my parents took me to the neighborhood park for a picnic. I settled under a tree and began to read one of my most favorite books, The Hobbit. I had read the book a million times, but I never grew tired of it. Usually I wouldn't even look up from a book, but for some reason, something was pulling at me to look up, and unable to fight the urge, I did. I saw were two men dressed very strangely. They were sitting on a bench nearby and they seemed to be looking in my direction. I couldn't help but look at them. They both extremely long robe like dress things that went down to their feet. One of them was in all black. He had greasy, unkempt black hair and a long hooked nose. Looking at him gave me a horrible feeling; like I was doing something wrong and I had the perpetual desire to take a long bath. The other was much taller and had a much kinder look to him. He was wearing long blue robe, and had a snowy white beard and kind blue eyes that twinkled behind moon shaped glasses. For some reason, I couldn't look away from them. The man with blue eyes met my gaze with a smile, and he nudged the other one, who looked at me and sneered, like I had just tripped on my face. Nobody else noticed them, children ran passed them without a second glance, and a couple who looked as though they were about to sit on the same bench suddenly changed their minds and went to sit by the swings. I had completely forgotten about my book, and I suddenly had the urge to get up and talk to the man with the beard. I started to stand.

"Hermione!" My father called from our picnic spot. "Time to eat!"

I turned to my father. "Just a minute, dad!"

I turned back towards the two men, but they had suddenly disappeared.