Mist and Musings | Hr | Rating: G
Title: Mist and Musings
Rating: G
Characters: Hermione and her dad
Words: 1020
Author's Note: I wrote this in May last year and then, apparently, forgot all about it. I think there was a plan to extend it at one point but I really don't think that's gonna happen! This hasn't been beta-ed so apologies for any mistakes!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters, I am merely playing with them. I shall return them when I'm done!
Mist and Musings
She looked out the window and involuntarily shivered. She couldn’t help it, anyone looking at the cold, thick mist that kept sweeping down the road would, too. She knew why it was there though, the rest of her neighbours just thought it was strange, some voicing their opinions on Global Warming a little louder, as if they knew that was the reason for the strange weather anomalies. They didn’t have a clue though, and she wasn’t going to inform them.
The latest Daily Prophet lay on her bed, looking thoroughly rumpled and dishevelled. The reason for the mist had been shoved from front-page news to page four. Understandably two more werewolf attacks and an attempted murder resulting from an Imperius curse was enough to cover the three pages before it, but she found the concept of hundreds of soul-sucking beings on the loose worse than them all.
Well, no, she didn’t, they were all as bad as each other as far as she was concerned, but still, the whole concept of Dementors was…disturbing at the very least.
The mist, of course, hadn’t escaped her parent’s notice, and they had discussed it between themselves with Hermione in the same room, raising their voices at a point they hoped Hermione would interject her thoughts, but on all occasions so far she had kept quiet. She wasn’t sure how much she wanted to tell them about the second Wizarding War. She really wasn’t sure of how they would react. In all fairness, once the middle of September arrived there would be little they could do about any decision Hermione made, but she didn’t want to ever have to utter that type of sentiment to them. It just wasn’t their way.
She had half formed what she wanted to say to her mum and dad in her head, coming out and saying that this year at school was bound to be safer than last year now that security had been increased tenfold around the castle was the best way to talk them round. Hopefully that alone would be enough.
A light knock on her door brought her from her thoughts.
‘Hermione?’ her father said in a way that matched the knock. ‘Can I come in?’
‘Of course, Dad.’
Charles made his way into the room and sat down in the chair in front of her desk.
‘Are you okay, Hermione?’
‘Yes, Dad, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?’
‘Well, you’ve been spending a lot of time up here and when you’re downstairs you’re not your normal chatty self.’
Hermione didn’t know how to react, the last thing she wanted to do was lie to her dad, but then again, she didn’t want to tell him everything that was going on either.
‘Things aren’t good in the Wizarding world, are they, Hermione?’
She looked at him and he smiled.
‘Er, no…no they’re not.’
‘They’re getting worse every day, aren’t they?’
‘Well…they’re not getting any better.’
Charles laughed.
‘Are you trying to sugar coat things for your old dad?’
Hermione giggled.
‘No dad, it wouldn’t be worth it. You can find anything out!’
‘Is that a nice way of calling me nosey, Hermione?’
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
‘I’d never say such a thing, however, my unsealed Prophets tell a different story.’
‘Ah, I have been found out.’
His face turned serious.
‘There’s some scary things in your newspapers, Hermione, and from all accounts, your best friend is the one around whom it all surrounds.’
Hermione thought for a second.
‘Please don’t ask me to stay here and not go back to Hogwarts. I couldn’t do it. I won’t abandon my best friends.’
‘I won’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind, Hermione, but I knew as soon as the thought entered my mind that asking you was pointless.’
Hermione smiled, relief rolling over her.
‘It’ll be okay. There’s going to be lots more security around the castle this year. We’ll have Aurors and I know some of the Order members will be there too, not to mention the ancient magic that protects the castle. We’ll be fine, Dad.’
‘How long have you been thinking that up?’ he asked with a grin.
‘About a week, I didn’t pull off an unrehearsed tone then?’
‘Not quite, no. But you don’t have to keep what happens in your world a secret from me, Hermione, your mum either. We lost you to wands and magic a long time ago, and we’re proud of the person you’ve become.’
Hermione looked puzzled and a little upset.
‘You haven’t lost me, Dad,’ she said quietly.
‘Oh Hermione, I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it like that. You’re still my little girl, you always will be, what I meant is that…you grew up!’
He gave a reluctant smile, Hermione joined in the gesture.
‘Sorry about that,’ she said.
‘So you should be!’ Charles said, his smile broadening.
‘And now I’m about to lose you to adulthood a year early as well!’
‘Only in the Wizarding world. I’ll still be your little girl for another year in the Muggle world.’
‘Hermione, I’ve told you, you will always be my little girl.’
They sat in silence for a minute.
‘So, you’re not going to stop me going back to school?’ she asked quietly.
‘Of course not, just promise me you’ll be careful, Hermione. That’s all I ask.’
‘I will Dad. I will.’
Charles stood up and gave Hermione a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room.
She stacked up the Prophets that had been scattered in various piles around her room and put them in her wardrobe. There was already a substantial pile in there; she couldn’t throw them out, but couldn’t vanish them either. Burning them was just too much hassle, she’d deal with them at Christmas when she could legally do magic in her house.
She sat back down on her bed and looked at the mist still swirling down the street.
Yes, she would try her hardest to keep herself safe. It was keeping two other certain people safe as well that might be harder to do.
Rating: G
Characters: Hermione and her dad
Words: 1020
Author's Note: I wrote this in May last year and then, apparently, forgot all about it. I think there was a plan to extend it at one point but I really don't think that's gonna happen! This hasn't been beta-ed so apologies for any mistakes!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters, I am merely playing with them. I shall return them when I'm done!
Mist and Musings
She looked out the window and involuntarily shivered. She couldn’t help it, anyone looking at the cold, thick mist that kept sweeping down the road would, too. She knew why it was there though, the rest of her neighbours just thought it was strange, some voicing their opinions on Global Warming a little louder, as if they knew that was the reason for the strange weather anomalies. They didn’t have a clue though, and she wasn’t going to inform them.
The latest Daily Prophet lay on her bed, looking thoroughly rumpled and dishevelled. The reason for the mist had been shoved from front-page news to page four. Understandably two more werewolf attacks and an attempted murder resulting from an Imperius curse was enough to cover the three pages before it, but she found the concept of hundreds of soul-sucking beings on the loose worse than them all.
Well, no, she didn’t, they were all as bad as each other as far as she was concerned, but still, the whole concept of Dementors was…disturbing at the very least.
The mist, of course, hadn’t escaped her parent’s notice, and they had discussed it between themselves with Hermione in the same room, raising their voices at a point they hoped Hermione would interject her thoughts, but on all occasions so far she had kept quiet. She wasn’t sure how much she wanted to tell them about the second Wizarding War. She really wasn’t sure of how they would react. In all fairness, once the middle of September arrived there would be little they could do about any decision Hermione made, but she didn’t want to ever have to utter that type of sentiment to them. It just wasn’t their way.
She had half formed what she wanted to say to her mum and dad in her head, coming out and saying that this year at school was bound to be safer than last year now that security had been increased tenfold around the castle was the best way to talk them round. Hopefully that alone would be enough.
A light knock on her door brought her from her thoughts.
‘Hermione?’ her father said in a way that matched the knock. ‘Can I come in?’
‘Of course, Dad.’
Charles made his way into the room and sat down in the chair in front of her desk.
‘Are you okay, Hermione?’
‘Yes, Dad, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?’
‘Well, you’ve been spending a lot of time up here and when you’re downstairs you’re not your normal chatty self.’
Hermione didn’t know how to react, the last thing she wanted to do was lie to her dad, but then again, she didn’t want to tell him everything that was going on either.
‘Things aren’t good in the Wizarding world, are they, Hermione?’
She looked at him and he smiled.
‘Er, no…no they’re not.’
‘They’re getting worse every day, aren’t they?’
‘Well…they’re not getting any better.’
Charles laughed.
‘Are you trying to sugar coat things for your old dad?’
Hermione giggled.
‘No dad, it wouldn’t be worth it. You can find anything out!’
‘Is that a nice way of calling me nosey, Hermione?’
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
‘I’d never say such a thing, however, my unsealed Prophets tell a different story.’
‘Ah, I have been found out.’
His face turned serious.
‘There’s some scary things in your newspapers, Hermione, and from all accounts, your best friend is the one around whom it all surrounds.’
Hermione thought for a second.
‘Please don’t ask me to stay here and not go back to Hogwarts. I couldn’t do it. I won’t abandon my best friends.’
‘I won’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind, Hermione, but I knew as soon as the thought entered my mind that asking you was pointless.’
Hermione smiled, relief rolling over her.
‘It’ll be okay. There’s going to be lots more security around the castle this year. We’ll have Aurors and I know some of the Order members will be there too, not to mention the ancient magic that protects the castle. We’ll be fine, Dad.’
‘How long have you been thinking that up?’ he asked with a grin.
‘About a week, I didn’t pull off an unrehearsed tone then?’
‘Not quite, no. But you don’t have to keep what happens in your world a secret from me, Hermione, your mum either. We lost you to wands and magic a long time ago, and we’re proud of the person you’ve become.’
Hermione looked puzzled and a little upset.
‘You haven’t lost me, Dad,’ she said quietly.
‘Oh Hermione, I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it like that. You’re still my little girl, you always will be, what I meant is that…you grew up!’
He gave a reluctant smile, Hermione joined in the gesture.
‘Sorry about that,’ she said.
‘So you should be!’ Charles said, his smile broadening.
‘And now I’m about to lose you to adulthood a year early as well!’
‘Only in the Wizarding world. I’ll still be your little girl for another year in the Muggle world.’
‘Hermione, I’ve told you, you will always be my little girl.’
They sat in silence for a minute.
‘So, you’re not going to stop me going back to school?’ she asked quietly.
‘Of course not, just promise me you’ll be careful, Hermione. That’s all I ask.’
‘I will Dad. I will.’
Charles stood up and gave Hermione a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room.
She stacked up the Prophets that had been scattered in various piles around her room and put them in her wardrobe. There was already a substantial pile in there; she couldn’t throw them out, but couldn’t vanish them either. Burning them was just too much hassle, she’d deal with them at Christmas when she could legally do magic in her house.
She sat back down on her bed and looked at the mist still swirling down the street.
Yes, she would try her hardest to keep herself safe. It was keeping two other certain people safe as well that might be harder to do.