In time, the body would have been discovered, the police summoned,
the body identified as one Hermione Granger, and the parents
notified. They would have grieved, buried their daughter and tried to
move on.

Would have, except, that something very peculiar happened; Hermione's
body began to glow.

...oh dear.

"Hermione?" Herbert asked. Around the corner came a young woman
wearing Hermione's clothes stretched tight over lean, firm curves.

Oh dear.

"Yes, now go to your room and change clothes. I'll be along in a
bit." The girl nodded and shuffled out. Janet sighed and looked at
her husband. "Herbert?"

"Don't tell me, go to the pub for a few hours," Herbert said,
standing up as the grandfather clock in the living room chimed the hour.

Well-trained, that one.

Janet sighed. This whole thing was bad enough if you knew what was
coming. If not . . . well, at least Hermione appeared to be stable,
just in a state of shock.

Yeah...death, rebirth, and spontaneously growing a second heart will do that
to you.

All was quiet and then Hermione leapt backwards out of the clock,
staring in wide-eyed horror.

She sat there for several moments, chest heaving and then she got up
and carefully examined the clock. "This is impossible," she said to
herself and taking a deep breath, went back to the front of the clock
and stepped inside.

...okay, point of order here:

If Hermione is sixteen here, and has already been going to Hogwarts for
several years, then the inside of a TARDIS shouldn't come as THAT much of a
shock to her.

"A little something of mine," Janet replied. "And really, given some
of the things you've told me about your school, your friends and
that . . . Qudditch game, this should hardly be worth batting an eye."

Exactly. Hermione's reaction is a little too...un-Hermione.

But Hermione didn't hear her. Her brain, jolted into action by shock
was at full tilt, digesting evidence, applying logic and then
dispensing a conclusion. "It's . . . it's a tesseract space. The
inside of the clock has been folded in on itself so that it's larger
then the outside."

"Mum, are you a witch? Or a squib?"

Now THAT is more like Hermione.

*snip brief non-explanation of Janet's origins*

Won't she be surprised when she finds out the Doctor is still lurking
about...

"But why not? He's going to ask questions about . . . me."

"You're a witch, dear. That is all the explanation he needs."

Gotta love how that works.

Janet turned. Hermione stood in the middle of the room. She wore a
button down shirt with a black tie, dark blue pants and a vest that
was a touch too snug and a light coat that came down to mid-thigh. A
tie pin in the shape of a question mark adorned her coat lapel and
she wore a fedora at a jaunty angle. Boots with a slight heel were on
her feet.

Oh good grief. XD

Hermione nodded and then she gasped. "What am I going to tell Ron and
Harry? My friends!" She paused. "Why am I worried? I'll lie."

Yeah, she's picked up some bad habits from the boys.

"Hermione Granger!" Janet snapped and Hermione stiffened. "You may
not be the same person anymore, but you are still MY daughter, and
you do not lie!"

Heheheheheheheheheheheh...

"But not telling lies," Janet replied with an air of superiority. As
a child, Hermione had admired and tried to emulate that very air.
When her mother spoke with that sense of rightness, people turned to
listen, to hear, to really hear what she had to say.

Hermione had never, despite her best effort, managed to do the same.
She'd come across as snobby, or a know it all. But she'd tried to
duplicate it anyway.

Now, it irritated her.

Karma. XD

"We'll put these in the car," Janet said, "and then we'd best pay a
visit to that Alley place and have you fitted for new school clothes."

"I'm sure mine still fit," Hermione protested. "I might be a bit
bigger in the tits and arse, but . . . what?"

"You have a fouler mouth on you, Hermione,"

No KIDDING. @_@

At that moment, Janet's eye was drawn to the door. Coming through it
were three people. A black boy, a tall man in a brown suit and coat
with messy brown hair and a blonde girl.

Oh dear.

"Rose, I don't see why we had to stop here, I thought we were going
to see dinosaurs."

"From a distance," the man in the brown suit said. "Up close, really
bad idea. The bad breath. Phew!"

Heh!

Rose sighed. "Look, it was obviously nothing. Let's just get a snack
and we'll get back to the Tardis."

Janet stiffened as though she'd been shot and her head snapped up to
stare at the trio.

Oh dear.

"Doctor?" Rose asked, touching his arm. "Doctor, who is she?"

"I thought you were dead," he whispered, his eyes still fixed on
Janet. "I thought I was the last." He struggled with some internal
battle and then straightend. "Hello, Romana," he said softly.

*FACEFAULT*

I should've seen that coming.

Looks interesting so far. ^_^

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