Background:
7th Year
Summary: Hermione discovers that she has the psychic ability the women on her mom's side of the family receive upon coming of age.
Hermione/Theo Siblings
Quote from Supernatural
Hermione Nott emerged from the Nott Manor library, where she had been holed up for most of the day with her mother and grandmother, interpreting whether she had "the gift" or not; though there was really no question if she did or not since she had been having premonitions since she was five. She was relieved that the day had finally arrived, because now she could actually do something about the things she saw.
"So?" Victor Nott asked as his wife, mother-in-law, and daughter came into the dining room, where he sat with Theo.
"She has the gift." Endora Nott smiled, kissing her daughter's forehead and sitting next to her husband for lunch.
"Congratulations." Victor smiled at Hermione, an unusual look of pride flashed across his face.
"If you don't mind, I think I'm going to skip lunch." Hermione said, fighting back a yawn, "I'm really tired."
"Okay, Sweetheart." Cordelia Masters, Hermione and Theo's Grandmother, replied; kissing her granddaughter's head, she whispered, "I am very proud of you."
"Thanks, grandma." Hermione replied with a soft smile before making her way to her room.
It wasn't long before Theo had excused himself and had caught up to her. Throwing an arm around her shoulders, he said, "I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we need to go."
"Where?" Hermione replied as they reached her room, rolling her eyes slightly.
"Vegas." Theo smiled, nodding his head and raising his eyebrows. Hermione replied by entering her room and shutting the door. Still, Theo continued to yell through the door, "What? Come on, man! Craps Table? We'd clean up!"
As he continued to try and persuade her to see it from his side, a house elf appeared next to him, causing him to jump slightly.
"Master asks that you leave Miss Mione alone." The house elf, Jumpy, said, bowing his head slightly, before entering Hermione's room. Once in the room, the small elf snapped his fingers and a tray of food appeared, "Master request that Miss Mione eat something."
"Thank you, Jumpy." Hermione replied with a small smile.
"Master won't say it, and won't like Jumpy to say it, but Master is very proud of Miss Mione."
With that, Jumpy snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Hermione couldn't help the small smile that crossed her face as those words. As she took a bite of her sandwich, the words repeated over and over again in her head. Her father was proud of her. Her father, the hardest man to please in the Wizarding World, was proud of his daughter. Her smile broadened and she finished her lunch and got into bed. The smile never leaving her face as she drifted into a well-deserved sleep.