A/N: This could be seen as 'Part Two' to the first one, but it can also be read by itself. Oh, and last time, I forgot the Disclaimer. So here it is!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.
Title: Flying Away
Genre: Family
Rating: K+
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Rose, Hermione.
Word Count: 239
Hermione hammered against the door with her bare palm, after using her fist proved unhelpful.
"Rose, open the door this instant! Now!"
"I'm not here! Go away!" a feminine voice called back, making Hermione hit the door harder
"The hell you're not! Unlock the door immediately! You're just getting yourself in more trouble!" There was no response. "Someday, some way, somehow, I'm going to make it through that damn door, Rose, so you might as well just open it!"
Eleven-year-old Ron's voice filled her head. "Are you a witch or not?" it yelled.
A ghost of a smile lifted Hermione's cheeks at the memory, before it turned back into the angry scowl. She drew her wand from her back pocket. "Alohamora."
She opened the door quickly and entered the room, to find it … empty. The window was open, allowing the rain to pour in, and Rose's broomstick was gone. Hermione ran to the window and leant out of it, barely making out the small figure of a redhead teenage girl on a broomstick in the distance. She gritted her teeth angrily … since when had Rose turned into such a rebel?
Hermione sighed and closed the window. Her daughter would have to come back eventually, and she was going to have a few well-selected words with her when she did.
"Someday, some way, somehow, I'm going to make it through that damn door," - Charmed.
A/N: Better than the first one, I think, personally. But still not all that great.
Reviews are appreciated!