"See you in a week, dear!"
"BYE!" Hermione stood at the door of her parents home in London on Saturday morning, waving goodbye to them. They were leaving for Aspen for a week, and would be back right around the time she'd get her letter from Hogwarts with her list for her Seventh and final year. She could only hope that she had become Head Girl, being a Prefect the past two years.
Smiling, Hermione walked back into the house to go relax for a bit before meeting up with Ginny at the cafe in Diagon Alley.
*3 days later*
Knock, knock. It was Mid-afternoon on Tuesday morning. "Coming," Hermione called. She opened the door, only to come face-to-face with two officers of the London Metropolitan Police Force. "May I help you, officers?" Hermione asked, slightly skeptical.
"Actually, yes," the taller of the two said. "We're looking for a Hermione Jean Granger?"
"Yes, that would be me." Hermione was beginning to get really skeptical now. If any law enforcement should be dealing with her, it would be the Magical Law Enforcement. "May I help you gentlemen?"
The shorter of the two looked at the floor, while the taller one kept speaking. Hermione figured he was the Superior Officer in this case. "Miss, the names Jean Susan Granger and Alexander Darell Granger mean anything to you?"
"Yes," she said, stepping outside the door a bit more. "They're my parents, they're in Aspen right now, they'll be home Friday. May I inquire as to your question?"
The two officers looked at one another before the Superior officer turned back to her. "I'm so sorry to tell you this, Miss Granger. But, you're parents will not be returning home." He sighed. "May we come in?"
Hermione nodded, letting them in with a slightly confused and shocked look on her face. "May I go call my, um... My Aunt? She's my legal guardian in case... In case anything-" She stopped, not being able to finish her sentence. The officer nodded. "I'll be back. Please, make yourselves, um, comfortable in the, uh... In the living room..." She drifted off of her sentence, running up the stairs.
When she got to her room, she quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled down a note to her "aunt".
Professor~ My parents chose you in dire times... Now is a dire time. Please, hurry to my parents but be careful; the London Law Enforcement is in the living room. ~Hermione Granger P.S.
I called you on the TELEPHONE!
My parents chose you in dire times... Now is a dire time. Please, hurry to my parents but be careful; the London Law Enforcement is in the living room.
She quickly attached it to the owl's leg, and sent it out her window. After which, she ran back down the stairs and into the living room.
"She'll be here shortly," she said, more to herself than the officers. She looked up. "A cup of tea while we wait?" Both officers nodded, and she went into the kitchen to make four cups of tea, knowing that her Professor would want some to when they got there.
Not mere minutes later, there was a knock on the door. After setting the tea down in front of the officers, she ran to the door, quickly swinging it open. "Hermione," the person on the other side of the door said. "What is going on?" They could clearly tell she was ready to cry.
Hermione threw her arms around the teacher. "Oh, Aunt Minerva," she said a little loudly so that the officers would hear, and McGonagall would get the message. McGonagall understood, and wrapped her arms around the child.
"Come now," she said. "Have you heard what happened?" Hermione shook her head. "Then let us go find out." Hermione nodded, shutting the door behind McGonagall. "Good day," she said to the two officers. "I'm her aunt, Minerva McGonagall."
The Superior officer stood, taking her hand. "Lieutenant Randal," he said, sitting back down. "No doubt, your niece told you what we told her?"
"No, I'm afraid she didn't. She was in tears, uh, on the telephone," McGonagall said, having hardly a clue as to what she was talking about. "All she said was that it was an emergency and she need me as soon as possible. Her parents are to be home Friday, can this not wait until then?" McGonagall looked to Hermione, who's eyes welled again with tears and then her head fell into her hands. "They're not coming home, are they?" she asked, looking back to the officers.
Lieutenant Randal sighed. "There was an accident yesterday," he said, remorse covering his words. "The details are still to be known yet as to exactly what happened. But, we were informed of the fatalities of Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and told that we needed to let the family know immediately. But," he said, looking to a sobbing Hermione. "We had no idea that this included a sixteen year old girl."
McGonagall sighed. "She goes back to school in September. The first, to be exact. Her parents named me as legal guardian should anything happen."
"Yes, that is what Miss Granger told us before she called you." The Lieutenant looked back to McGonagall. "But, because we have not been able to have anyone take a look at their wills yet, she will need somewhere to stay. Is there anyway possible that you can take her on immediately?"
"Of course," McGonagall said. "She will come with me straight away." She looked over to the girl, who was now watching them all. "Hermione, are you alright?" She nodded a little before shaking her head and bursting into tears again. "Come here, dear," she said, taking Hermione into her arms. "You'll let us know at any new developments?"
"Of course," the Lieutenant said. "Is there somewhere we can reach you at?"
"Yes, but my telephone is actually about to be turned off. If I may suggest, please tell Kingsley Sacklebolt the news. He works in the Minister's office as his assistant; he's a dear friend and neighbor of mine. He will get the news to me."
"Of course, we will do that," Lieutenant Randal said. "Um, we shall see ourselves out then. Give you both some time."
"Thank you," McGonagall said. After both officers left, Hermione's sobbing grew a little.
"Oh, Professor... I'll never... They won't..." Hermione began to sob even harder, not able to finish her sentences.
"Hermione," she said gently, "you know what you may call me. I've said it since your parents made the decision." Hermione laughed a bit, smiling a little and nodding.
"Yes, Aunt Minerva," she whispered.
"Now," McGonagall said. "Go pack your things, and I'll send them to my home. I'll come get you from Diagon Alley after I quickly redo the house, okay?"
Hermione nodded and ran upstairs to quickly to pack her things, and leave to be in Diagon Alley for a bit. She came back downstairs, following her things. "I'm ready, Aunt Minerva."
McGonagall nodded. "Here," she said handing the girl some money, "buy yourself a coffee or something and I'll meet you there in no more than a couple hours." Hermione nodded, and went to the fireplace which had been specially connected for her, and flooed to Daigon Alley.