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When the Magic's Gone	By : Avrild Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two — Dealing with it

‘It’s all that Rowling chippy’s fault. She wrote it so well that we can’t keep our ruddy hands orf it.’
What you recognize is hers, what you don’t — is mine!

Hermione was dreaming. She was sitting on the world’s largest piece of Edinburgh Rock. She was licking it. She was—

‘Hermione. Hermione. Oh, do wake up, you silly girl.’ Someone was hissing in her ear.

Hermione’s eyes opened to slits. ‘Hmmm. I was dreaming’.’ She turned over in her bed and then shot straight up, letting the covers fall down, forgetting that she was starkers. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ She looked down, blushed and pulled up the coverlet. ‘What is the meaning of this? Oh, for the love of— it’s five AM.’ She tried not to raise her voice and wound up squeaking.

‘I know what time it is.’ He whispered. ‘I always get up at five. That’s when the House Elves get up and start making such a ruckus in the pantries. I need your help. I can’t make the coffee.’

‘The tin is in the kitchen. You’re no longer my professor and I will not get up to make you your bloody coffee.’

‘It’s an unopened tin and you will get up because I’ve no bloody idea how to get it open and I must have my coffee.’

‘Try a can opener.’ She growled through gritted teeth.

‘I will give you a count of ten to get up and assist me or you shall regret it.’

‘Oh, right.’ She scooted deep into the bed. ‘And what will you do to me if I don’t? Ten points from Gryffindor?’

‘I will explain to your parents what we did and ask for your hand in marriage.’

‘Ooooh. You wouldn’t dare!’

Snape turned his back to her. ‘Try me! One...two.’

‘Alright, alright’ Damned Slytherin blackmailer,’ this was under her breath and then, ‘keep your shirt on, count slower.’ Hermione pulled her coverlet around her and shuffled over to her chest of drawers. She drew on a pair of cotton knickers and sweatpants and then threw a baggy tee shirt over her head.

‘Three’’

‘You can stop counting. And I hate you.’

Snape looked over his shoulder. ‘And put on a brassiere, you are a young lady.’

‘What happened to your face?’ Snape said something too quickly for Hermione to make out. ‘What was that? I couldn’t hear you.’

‘Shaving! I’ve never shaved before.’

‘Did you use shaving cream?’

‘What’s—? Damn. I need my coffee. You can show me this shaving cream later.’

Hermione gave a smile of triumph as she whipped past Snape and quietly headed down to the kitchen.

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Harry Potter crossed one elegantly dressed leg over the other. If truth be told, he was actually wearing filthy jeans and a sweatshirt with holes in it, but that was the brilliance of using a glamour. And he hoped that this one would do him well.

Annie Harris of Bloomsbury Books looked the young man over. ‘So, you’re supposed to be dead, but here you are to sell me complete rights to your life story, anyway?’

Harry smiled and pushed his glasses up higher on his nose. ‘That’s right, I will give you ‘The Harry Potter Story’ and, in return, your attorneys will make sure that I am emancipated with no chance of the Dursleys ever getting a hold of me or my money.’

‘How do I know you are you who you claim to be?’ The middle-aged woman seemed rather perplexed.

‘That’s simple.’ Harry lifted his fringe and showed her his scar.

‘Oh. You have a scar. So sorry. Would you like to have it removed as part of the deal?’

Harry started to feel a bit nervous. ‘Listen here. I am the most powerful wizard in Great Britain at this moment in time, because I am the only one with a wand. Do you wish to see a demonstration?’

‘Why certainly, but I saw you blown up on the telly. Can you explain that first?’

Harry stood up and waved his wand. The chair he was sitting in turned into a duplicate of him. ‘I used my invisibility cloak to get onto the battle field. Then I transfigured an exact replica of myself, left it there, and snuck away still under my cloak. Point in fact, though, I used a vole that then panicked and made it look even more realistic, like I had lost my nerve or something. This chair would not have been half so effective.’

Ms. Harris got up and came around her desk. She was two inches taller than Harry and quite intimidating. He wished he hadn’t nicked so large a breakfast, as he was beginning to feel queasy. This went so much smoother in the planning than in the actual execution. Ms. Harris let out her breath. ‘My God, it really does look like you. But, that means you faked your own death and ran away from the battle. You aren’t going to look so good once the book does come out.’

‘I don’t care about that. Getting away from the Dursleys is all that matters right now. And I had my reasons. Also, I need an advance and a place to stay where no one can find or recognize me.’

‘That should be easy enough. Let me just call in our lawyers and we’ll start to get the papers set up.’ She leaned over her intercom. ‘Jackie, let Phyllis know we need her -- yesterday.’ She stood up and looked at Potter. ‘Until we get you an apartment, you can stay with me. My daughter’s down at her university and won’t be back for a few weeks, you can have her room until you find something more suitable.’

There was a knock on the door and a mousey young lady stepped in. ‘You needed help from the legal department?’

‘Yes, this is Mr. Potter. Now, everything has got to be super hush and super rush. He’s underage and wants his freedom. Can you do it?’

The woman gave a smirk. ‘Right on it. Any particular cause we can quote, or should I just make it up?’

Ms. Harris smiled, ‘Oh, do be creative I think. But not too creative, we wouldn’t want to be sued for libel, make it just seamy enough that no one would want to go near it with a 10 foot stick.’

‘Right you are.’ She left.

‘Now, Mr. Potter. Could you get rid of that duplicate, he’s starting to give me the willies. Thank you. Let’s sit down and start doing a rough outline of the chapters of your life. Then I’ll introduce you to our best ghost writer. By a month or two from now, everyone will know your story.’

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‘Brilliant breakfast, Russ. Well, if you can’t find a job as a chemist, or whatever it is you do, you could always be a cook.’ Peter Granger was beaming all over him. Snape was doing his innocent ‘Uncle Russ’ routine and Hermione was ready to puke. The only reason that breakfast was soooo wonderful was that Snape had had her up and running errands from 5:30 on. She glared at Snape over her parents’ shoulders as she put plates in the sink.

‘Oh do be a dear and wash up for us, Hermione,’ said her mum. ‘I’ve cleared out my morning schedule to take care of Russ’ teeth. He couldn’t possible find a job looking the way he does.’ Well, score one for the Grangers, thought Hermione. ‘Your father will be down putting pressure on the local politicians to help the Weasleys. Molly’s been beside herself. Her local counsel is planning to condemn The Burrow as an unsafe structure. Arthur and two of the kids are in St. Mungo’s and one of the boys is out of the country and they won’t let him back in, let me see that’s one, two, three, Ginny and Ron are with their mum so there are still two left to locate. However, we haven’t heard back from camp number 5, so there is some hope.’

Hermione finally decided to ask the one question which had been on her mind for the past few days. ‘And Harry? Has anyone heard of what happened to him?’

Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at each other. Hermione recognized the ‘your pet died and we hoped you wouldn’t notice’ look and began to tremble. ‘No. No, you’re not going to say it. He’s alright, I know he is.’

‘As you wish, Princess,’ his father sighed. ‘We saw someone that resembled him blown up on the BBC.’

Hermione let out a wail and ran out the kitchen door and up the stairs to her room. No one in the kitchen moved. Snape looked at both her parents. ‘Umm. Are you going to comfort her?’

‘We can’t. Used to be she’d throw a tantrum and everything in the room would break without her touching it. Of course, that was before Hogwarts. She’s a lot better now, but still, she needs to deal with it in her own time,’ said Liz with a shrug of her shoulders. There was a loud thump and a sound of shattering glass from upstairs.

Snape wanted to go to her. After all, he’d had over 20 years of experience counseling weeping, hysterical and/or hormonal Slytherin teens. But Liz got up from her chair, ‘Best be heading off now if we are going to fix that mouth of yours. By the way, you aren’t afraid of Novocain? We’ll be using quite a deal of it today.’

Peter got up and gave Liz a peck on the cheek. ‘Oh, and don’t forget a stop at the barbershop, unless you think your girl at the salon will do a better job.’

A/N: That’s it for Chapter Two. Please read and review. Thank you Giova, Arysta, excessivelyperky, Saliva, Ida and Deb, I love you all!

BTW, Edinburgh Rock is a delightful candy made of sugar, water, cream of tartar and color and flavoring: Edinburgh Rock is said to have been discovered accidentally by a nineteenth century Edinburgh confectioner, Alexander Ferguson. He found some rock which had been left uncovered in the warm atmosphere of the sweet factory for several months. The rock had crystallized to a brittle texture and its pleasant crunch and delicate flavour became so popular that it was the foundation of Ferguson's business. He became one of Edinburgh's most successful confectioners.
Here’s an URL for the recipe: http://www.hwatson.force9.co.uk/cookbook/recipes/confect/edinburghrock.htm
I’ll be honest, the one thing I miss most about living in Scotland are the sweets. There is no place like GB for the sweets. Okay, the haggis too, I miss the haggis and neeps and mealy pudding. Feeling a bit nostalgic tonight.
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