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A Monday and a little Witch

MondaY

"Father...yes...no...she is incorrect. Aha, hmm. Really, When? 1530—hmm—1623, hmm-1640—interesting. Yes, it would be dreadful—offer money? To the minister, no, I would not—uh, ha,—What a mess. Until later, love to Mother. Yes, I'll ring." Grant appeared troubled.

"What did he say? Did he have any advice? Mimi is down for a nap, no, no, no touching now, let's talk, first. You are insatiable, how can you think about sex amid this mess?"

"Mommy, why does Daddy want a sock in the mess?" asked a very sleepy Mimi at the door of the drawing room.

"Mimi, I didn't say such thing, you misunderstood, why did you get up? You need a nap." The Grangers were both smiling and rolling their eyes. Jeanie slapped Grant's hand sneaking up her thigh; he was trying to get under her skirt while she held Mimi in her arms. Now he was behind her grinding his hips right on her bum. She tried to get away without a lot of success.

"Cut it out."

Seeing Mimi ready to cry, "Not you sweet pea, there is a naughty daddy who needs to behave, he is behaving a little bad."

"You must punish him," Mimi said, as a matter of fact, her pouty lips pursed; she passed swift judgment.

Grant laughed, "Yes, Mommy must punish Daddy later, yes, she must."

"Thanks," Jeanie just sighed at her husband. Well, she might take Mimi's advice, later, or maybe sooner because he wouldn't quit. Once he got going...

"Jeanie, Mimi has good advice, maybe you need to 'punish' me."

She glared at him, and he grinned, unrepentant.

"When is Treik coming?" she was having a little problem with the 'DRA' sound, she had also pronounced Drake as Treik, or a Dwake, and the sound came out as an f, along with a few more letter combinations. The mind was ahead of her age, her vocabulary was excellent, but her actual speech and body were on track with her age.

"Why sweet pea, I thought you didn't like him?" Grant teased the little girl ruffling her hair.

"I want to most properly thank him and his daddy. I love my three most favorite jumpers." She put up three fingers. "I dreams the nightmares, no tonight but now. I want to tell him to run from the man with the shiny face, with the box face." Her lips were trembling, tears started pouring out her eyes, and her body was shaking; she was clearly distressed.

"Sweet pea, dreams aren't real. I am sure that Draco is fine," Grant took her from his wife to hold her and rubbed her back. He was attempting to reassure and to sooth her, but she was distraught. The hair was around her face, full of static electricity, and they could hear unsettling crackling.

"No, he isn't, and he wants to get him. He is bad, the man in the black sheet wants to get his daddy and also me. I am afraid and want to see Treik."

While the girl was crying hysterically, the two teacups over the side table nearest to them, shattered to pieces.

"They are going to get us." She had gone from crying to this. Her body was hot as if suddenly her temperature had risen.

Both of the parents were growing visibly alarmed. Mimi kept calling for Drake and his daddy, and they couldn't even call the children's surgery with Mimi in this state. They would have her committed, or who knows what else. What was wrong with their child? Maybe Rose was right, and she was possessed.

"Grant maybe Rose—" she was cut off in mid-sentence, he put the finger on top of her lips silencing her.

"Don't dare to say that. Ever, ever, my father might be onto something. Maybe give her a little cough syrup?"

"No, don't you remember what it did last time? All the shoes came out flying out the shoe rack."

"Honey, calm down, we will call Drake's daddy, they sent us a number to call. They are not from here so he might not be at that number. Perhaps, we could impose and ask if they might come over? Or we could go to them; it shall not take but a minute."

Both parents were cooing the horrified little girl. Every time they would tell her it wasn't real, the screams would get worse. Wine glasses shattered inside the bar during her next fit. This was a first; the dream must have been authentic. The possibility that she was psychic had crossed their minds; an option they could easily accept instead of the other, not realizing it was all semantics and schools of thought. It was a matter of allowing old superstitions to control your perceptions and even determine your route of life.

Grant ran and found a phone number in the basket from yesterday. "I am looking for Mr. Malefeur? Yes, right, Yes, I am Grant Granger, I will wait. Thanks so very much."

"Here is Luci, hmm, Luc, hello Grant Granger. "

After a few brief niceties, "Is that Mimi who I hear screaming in the background?" asked a concerned Lucius Malfoy. He'd heard, "The one wif the shiny face, wif a shiny box." A Death Eater was his first thought.

"Ah, yes, I am so sorry to call at your work and disturb you. We stayed at home today. We have a few problems, personal." He stopped to listen to Malefeur.

"Yes, you are correct—Rose left—yes—Thanks for the gifts—very thoughtful of your part. It was really too much, but lovely. Mimi loves the jumpers. How is Drake?"

Both parents observed at Mimi who was no longer screaming. She was looking at Grant with intent, listening to his conversation. Although the cries and sobs had not gone away, she had realized that Daddy was maybe talking to Drake's parents; thus, she started paying attention. Jeanie sighed with relief, and the concern marring her pretty face became less apparent.

"I am so sorry, Mimi had just gone down for a nap when she woke up telling us she must see you all; ahem, she assures us that it is urgent. I know that it must sound rather imposing, and I am uncertain that I can explain it over the phone. She is, hmm, rather special. Hmm, her fear and anger have rather outward physical manifestations." Grant was uncomfortable with the silence at the other end.

Lucius knew it at once; the 'mate' link might be starting to manifest. The girl was afraid for Draco, fancy that. Was she a seer? Maybe not, many magic children were seers at early ages, and it disappeared later on. The girl must be a powerful witch, a Muggle and powerful? Imagine that, Lucius discerned.

As for now, perhaps she was experiencing a moment of accidental magic which could be dangerous for all. He couldn't even imagine dealing with this not knowing. A child could end up in one of those terrible Muggle institutions, or also injuring herself or her parents. He needed to go there with Cissy and Draco and what? "We are wizards and witches and know what you are going through?" They might call their Aurors, no, their constables.

"Hmm, well we don't want to impose on you, she seems to be better, you don't really need to come—"

At this Mimi went in hyper-mode. "I wants Treik, the man is going to get him. " And she started screaming louder and more glasses were breaking all over the place.

"I meant, please come and let me direct you to our home, we will be eternally grateful. I think we live close." As soon as the words were out of Grant, the little hoyden settled down, and she looked at her father with strange intent.

"Do what? A cool drink, ice in the forehead, yes, a sweet something, hmm, we don't have much in the way of sugar here, we are dentists; yes, dental with teeth." After a few more instructions Grant hanged up.

"Darling, that was strange, I think he didn't know what a dentist was... No, that cannot be right, maybe a bad connection. He was at his office. However, he said they can be here before one-half hour. I wonder where is his office located."

Hermione wanted to wash her face and put a new jumper with a matching headband before they came. Although the tears and fit were forgotten by now, the Grangers felt as if they were walking on eggshells. What if this Luc fellow decided not to come?

Neither was sure that they would be able to deal with the little girl. They were afraid for her safety. How they wished to find someone to talk to; they needed to find out what was wrong with their wonderful little girl. He wanted to ask his mother but didn't want to alarm her. She was overprotective and worried about all the children a little too much.

"While she is at the loo, let me tell you; father has some rather interesting news. He has done some research into our family history; some dark facts, rather delicate which are archived in the old books, apparently there were hints of 'witches' married into the family, and he gave me the years. In one of the instances, the son, a second son, was sent to the New World; to Boston, I think." He poured a glass of single malt and one cube of ice and brought it to Jeanie. He went back and did the same for him, drank it and refilled it once more.

"There were others, one died at an accident when someone set fire to the cottage where they lived. Dad was not sure about the other. He remembers cases of 'strange' abilities exhibited by uncles and other older relatives, and there seems to be a lot more. I suppose to go and look. Meanwhile, he is looking for a solicitor for us. Though, he is recommending that we make a substantial donation to the parish."

"Grant that is just plain blackmail, it is outrageous. I refuse to do that, I am calling my father. He might not have the clout of your father, but he is important in the industrial community."

"It is worse; the Bishop wants to send an investigator to talk to Mimi. Father is recommending we let him, or if not, to go out to the Scotland home for a while until all this blows. He said that Mother would love to go there with Mimi for a couple of months. My mother doesn't know about this entire mess. Apparently, Rose is creating a lot of stirring at the village; and the new minister listens, he is ambitious and anti-new-age and such. He is looking to make a name for himself, and Mother is already too upset. Now, I found out Mother despised Rose, it was Maddy's idea, a fine kettle of fish."

"NO, NO, NO AND NO. Mimi's place is at home. I will not send my daughter away because of some 'witch hunt.' I am not losing my daughter to a crazy woman's whims-" Oh dear, the Grangers were so involved in their talk and their anxiety that they missed the little girl looking horrified.

"Mommy, who is sending me away, is the bad man coming? Or is it the crazy woman? I don't want to go." She ran into her father's arms and was crying again. "Shh, shh, sweet pea, we didn't mean you, we were talking about some-"

"No, Daddy, Mommy was saying Mimi. I don't want to go. I don't want to be 'send' away. No, I will go with Treik's daddy betters, not far away. I am a good little girl, and I won't shake my fingers anymore. Rose was mad; I know she was. She told me I am 'weekeedy' and tells all the time that I am the deevel. " Jeanie was in tears, Hermione was shaking, and her body's temperature was rising; she was hot.

Grant cursed Rose; she had been trouble since that first time when Mimi moved a glass across the table. She'd wanted his lemonade and not her juice, so she had moved her little hand calling the glass. It had happened over one year ago, and they all saw it. Afterward, she would pull books from the bookshelves, take biscuits, books, and all kinds of things from top shelves. She twisted her hand, and with her finger called different things, and it was getting worse.

Rose wanted to take the child to the minister, and crosses started to appear all over the house. She would talk about demons around Mimi, which in turn made his princess have nightmares, often. He should have sent her home right then. The woman was demented; no wonder Mimi had played so many naughty tricks on her. Rose had also talked to the neighbors; thus Mimi was no longer allowed to play with the McPherson children. Moreover, whenever they met at the park, the mother walked away from them.

The doorbell rang, "That must be them," Grant exhaled with relief, hoping for the assistance of any sort.

The Malfoy and Muggles

Mimi's transformation was short of magical. Her tears stopped, "I don't like Treik, and I won't go home with his daddy. I wasn't telling the 'truf,'" and she ran to the door giggling.

Husband and wife held hands, and a small smile graced their faces. Yes, it had been a good idea to call them; they just didn't know the revelations waiting for them. Life would never be the same, danger, magic, and death had joined their family for years to come; it wasn't the Malfoys' doing; it was fate which had her own plans.

Lucius, wife, and child stood at the door of the Granger's home. Their Bentley was parked at the round driveway.

First thing, as soon as the door opened, Draco let go of Narcissa's hand and ran to Hermione screaming her name. They were like wild ponies; both children sounded like seals squealing with joy. The parents were delighted at their children's show of happiness. They all missed the car parked just by the curb near their gate, or the figure scurrying in between the trees.

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Next time revelations... and danger-

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