Chapter 12 : Foreign Thoughts
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Tally winces, well, what does he expect? He’s not the one who just found out he had a new sister, and has to act like his parents because he meddled with their brains so much they can’t meet their own daughter.
No, that’d be me…
I stare out into space. Tally’s telling us something I honestly don’t hear. All I hear right now is a rushing in my ears and my brain for once completely blank.
“Ms. Granger, Ms. Granger!”
I look up at Tally.
“I know this is a lot to take in-“
Understatement of the century.
“-But you really need to pay attention.”
He looks at me intently as if I’d start staring again… which I guess isn’t that far off.
“Now, the Healers are doing all they can, but in the meantime you’ll need to go pick up your sister with Ron. We will need to use Polyjuice Potion ---“
A mean looking Goblin bursts through the door. We all jump about a meter.
“No!! They can’t use Polyjuice Potion, we can’t trust them with it!”
“What in the name of Merlin are you even doing here?” Tally yells at the Goblin.
“He’s been sent to keep an eye on us haven’t you?” Ron asks.
The Goblin glares at us and nods.
“Why?” Asks Tally.
“We accidentally destroyed Gringotts while getting what we needed to destroy Voldemort,” Ron says glaring back at the Goblin who hadn’t taken his eyes off of us since he burst in.
“Ah, well, Mr.-“
“Mr. Golink,” Tally continues, “They need to take the Polyjuice Potion.”
“But, you can be present and follow them secretly if you feel it really necessary.”
Golink glares at us a full minute before he turns on his heel and shouts “Fine!” and slams the door.
I can’t help but think the door slammed shut on a life I thought I’d have too. Who knows where this is going to lead.
The rest of the week flies by, most of it filled with telling Ron about Dad’s habits, and going back and forth to St Victoria’s to “observe” my father, as Tally put it. I know mum’s habits of course, but Ron had to watch how they interact with each other.
I can’t stand thinking of them that way so I stay at the apartment while Ron goes.
The good thing about being left alone for more than a minute is that I don’t feel bad about crying my eyes out or just staring at a sheet of parchment for a full 10 minutes trying to figure out what to tell everyone.
It’s still blank.
I literally can’t find it in me to write it out.
Even Ron, he sat in the chair and stared at it just like me. There’s plain and simple no words to describe it.
So, as much as my stomach churns to think about it, I think it’s time for another Floo.
Ron’s head pops in the fireplace and makes me jump. That isn’t the kind of Floo I was thinking of!
“Bloody hell Ron!”
“There’s no time Hermione, your parents are back to normal for the moment. We need to tell them what’s happening, so you’d better get over here.”
I guess telling the Weasley’s will have to wait again.
I jump up, get my shoes, and jump in the fireplace.
I jump out, Ron takes my hand and we start running to their room.
“What made them snap out of it?”
“They were talking about a client’s daughter, and then all of a sudden they were groaning again.”
Luckily it doesn’t take long to get there. Tally requested a room closer to the entrance. We skid to a stop in front of the door, and Ron reaches out to open it.
I grab his hand. “Wait. What if we can’t tell them what’s happening with their, their other daughter? What if they just go back?”
“Well, we have to try. Plus, they need to know what’s happening to them physically, that they’re not always like they are now. You do want to see them right?”
“Of course I want to see them, what I don’t want to see is them change back to something I had to turn them into.”
“Well we have to do it, and we have the opportunity now; I know it’s hard, but I’ll be right here.” He kisses my head, gives me a nervous smile and we walk in.
“Oh, hello kids, we were wondering when you were coming back. Mr. Thomson told us what happened. Apparently there was a word that made us forget all over again. I’m sorry sweetie that must have been hard on you.”
“I’m not going to lie, it was. I’m just glad you’re okay now,” I tell mum, giving her and dad a hug. My eyes are watery, but I don’t want to get emotional all over again. It’s draining.
Ron and I sit across from them, I glance at him, and he gives me another of his small nervous smiles. I swallow, here goes nothing.
“There’s more to what happened,” I start.
They look at each other, and back to us, worried.
“It’s tricky because what we have to tell you also involves the word that triggered your memory loss. So I’m going to try and phrase this so you’ll understand, but not lose your memory again and forget.”
“Alright sweetie, we’ll try.”
I grab Ron’s hand for courage. “Well, Thomson got a call that day and sent Tally to tell us there was something very important that you two did this past year that will need attention. You can’t really take care of this anymore because of the condition you’re in now.”
“We’ll take care of it don’t worry about that, but it wouldn’t be safe for you anymore,” Ron says.
“I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to—“
“Mum, it’s my fault you’re this way anyway. It’s my responsibility to take care of you guys now.”
“No buts. Now, this is the tricky part. An adoption agency called, and wanted to make sure you’ll be at the airport to pick her up.”
I hold my breath and watch their faces.
They look at each other, confused, then smiles and turn back to us excited.
Then they grab their heads in pain.
Well, now I know two things. They know they have a daughter coming, and that they can remember sometimes. Until they think of us as a daughter. If I can just focus them on us being the people they love very much, it might turn out okay. Or it could turn out very, very wrong.
Hermione’s hand shakes in mine as we walk through the … What did she call it? An “Air Pot”? I could try and tell her to calm down, but she might either smack me, or cry. I guess I’m just set up to lose while we’re here. One thing’s for sure, I don’t think I’ll ever want to go to Australia again. It has been nonstop since we found out about the adoption, awkward too. I’ve had to “Observe” Hermione’s dad or “Wendell Wilkins,” as we have to call him during the adoption. On top of that we know a Goblin from Gringotts has been tracking us since we left England. Whatever I was expecting to happen, this wasn’t it.
We move through the crowds and crowds of people trying to make our way to where we’d meet Aila. It’d be amazing if we made it there at all at this rate. If I thought the Ministry was busy, it was nothing compared to this ‘Air Pot.’
Hermione drags me onto this moving sidewalk thing and pulls me to the side. She hides her face in my chest.
Now is probably the best time to put my arm around her. I’m getting better at guessing when the best time for that is.
“We’re almost there,” she whispers.
“It’ll be okay, you’ll see,” I tell her softly, but hardly believing what I’m saying.
I don’t think she does either because she steps back suddenly and looks up at me. She has a look like she could either slap me or she’s worried and could start freaking out.
“My head is still spinning though, I never expected this,” she quietly screeches.
At least she isn’t slapping me.
Maybe changing the subject could work.
“I know, but just think how surprised the rest of the family will be, coming home with a little girl.”
“Oh Merlin Ron!! What have I done? I’ve changed so many lives by trying to change their memories. I should have just found them and see that they’re doing okay, not try and change their lives all over again! And I’m so sorry Ron, I didn’t mean to get you mixed in with all of—“
Next thing I know we’re in a heap at the end of that moving sidewalk, Hermione on top of me of course and people behind us are now trying to walk backwards on the sidewalk so they don’t crash into us too. Some aren’t so lucky. Hermione and I manage to get up and help the others. We apologize and we just stand to the side a minute letting people pass us. Some glower at us, but mostly people just try to keep moving.
Well, my leg hurts, but that isn’t such a bad thing. Changing the subject didn’t have the affect I was going for anyway.
“Ron! It’s almost time! We have to go now!” She grabs my arm and we dash toward a crowd of people.
We knock down a few people and my arm feels like it’ll never be the same again from Hermione’s grip, but we get there. Come to think of it, she’d make a really good Chaser if she liked flying at all. Hermione drags me further to the front of the crowd until we can see a set of large doors. She takes out her purse and rummages for the sign she made last night for Aila.
“Hermione, what is this place? It’s as crowded as Platform 9 ¾’s gets.”
“Remember, you have to call me ‘Monica.’ We’re at the arrivals area. It will be much more crowded when the flights get in. This is where we’ll me Aila.” She looks up and me, and her eyes shine with excitement.
I’m not even going to try to understand how she’s feeling all these emotions right now. She was right all those years ago. I really do have the “emotional range of a teaspoon.” Thankfully, I think the range has now widened to at least tablespoon because I’m excited, but confused and nervous.
It occurs to me, though, she might need a little more reassurance. “Hermione, as crazy as it is right now, I just want you to know you never dragged me into anything. I’m as excited as you are. We might be young to help raise a little girl, but we’ll have help, and they’ll understand. I’m sure she’ll be welcome with open arms. Plus, Mom will get another kid to spoil.”
Her eyes tear, and a few spill over, “Thank you.”
I kiss the top of her head, and looking up I see the doors open for the arrivals. “Hermione, look, they’re coming in.” I really need to remember her “name” is Monica.
She doesn’t mention it and instead spins out of my arms and faces the doors anxiously. Then, she whips out the sign we made and waves it over her head.
Into my face.
“Hermione, ow, I can’t see.”
“Sorry, Ron,” and lowers it below her chin.
“Remember, it’s ‘Wendell,’” I say, teasing her.
She turns and looks up at me rolling her eyes and turns back.
Crowds of people walk in, and I wonder how in Merlin’s name we’re going to even see them. We’ve only seen pictures of the woman Mrs. Mikai who would travel with Aila. So we wait a few minutes.
“They have to get here soon. They called at the ‘Air Pot’ they left from.”
“Wendell, how many times do I have to tell you? It’s “Airport.” You have to remember things like that when we meet them, you’re a Muggle now” she whispers irritated.
The clock now says it’s been almost a half hour, and Hermione is getting more worried by the minute.
“I didn’t think it’d take so long just to get off a plane.”
“They have to walk through the Airport too, and it is a big place. Plus, they’re from a different country, and she’s probably having trouble reading the signs.”
She turns around to look up at me, and even though she doesn’t look like herself I know she’s more worried than she’s been since we found her parents.
I kiss her head and turn her around. “Let’s keep a look out then, they could be here any minute.”
Or any of the fifteen minutes more that we wait.
The crowds thin out, so even though we’re not squished together, we still don’t see Aila.
“I think I’m going to check with an attendant and see if they can check if they got off the plane, something; this is getting a bit ridiculous. I’m really worried. I’ll be right back, yell if you see anything.” She kisses me on the cheek and heads to the counter across the room.
So, I stand there with the sign, awkwardly, in the near deserted area, and watch the slowest clock I’ve ever seen. Every time I look up only about five minutes go by.
What could be taking so long?
I start pacing when ten minutes go by, rather than just staring at the red Arrivals sign on an ugly grey wall.
All of a sudden I hear a piercing cry of a young child echo through the area.
There’ve been tons of kids around so I search for the one in the room. That child’s parents must have their hands full.
I scan around the room again, but I don’t see them.
The cry gets louder and I realize it’s coming from behind the Arrival doors.
The child seems to be saying something, but I can’t understand…
Crap. At least Mrs. Mikai can’t hear anyone else over the little girl.
I see Hermione spin around and I wave her toward me.
Then I see her face light up in a smile and she points behind me.
A young woman loaded with bags and a screaming toddler walks through the doors. I smile nervously and hold up the sign.
“R-Wendell, put down that sign and help the poor woman with her bags,” Hermione says from behind me. She grabs my hand and leads me over to them.
“Mrs. Mikai?” Hermione yells over the crying toddler.
“Mrs. Weelkins?” Mrs. Mikai asks just as loudly.
Hermione smiles and nods.
I look at Aila squirming, and can’t help but think of Sirius James when he doesn’t want to be carried. It is the hardest thing carrying a 3 year old when they don’t want you to.
“Well, no wonder it took you so long, carrying her and the bags” I say.
“Yes, it was very hard. I’m soory, but I need to see the ID plees.”
We take out the licenses we were given.
She looks at them, compares the signatures to her paperwork, and nods.
“Woold you like to hold her?”
Hermione nods and reaches for her even though Aila is still squirming.
Once she’s in her arms Hermione tears, and rocks her slowly. Seeing her so touched makes me smile softly.
I clear my throat, “Well, we should go grab the rest of your luggage and head to the hotel, and get this little girl settled down a bit.”
The ladies both nod, and we tearily head to the baggage claim.
A/N: Well I hope you liked it and was worth the wait. what do you think is gonna happen??? How do you think everyone will react? We'll see what happens!
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