Her-my-ninny

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or situations which are depicted in J.K Rowling’s AMAZING work of fiction…although I do like playing with them… the only thing I own (I think I do anyway) is Valerie and the plot on which this tangled web is weaved!
A/N: Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2: Telling Valerie
The two girls (a.k.a Hermione and Valerie) spent the day in the local shopping mall, as two teenage girls were likely to do on a day off. The only problem was that as the day went on Hermione had still not told her best friend her secret. She’d tried many times through out the day but Valerie seemed to be having too much fun. Finally as Hermione and Valerie stepped into the old car Hermione’s parents had given her she decided to tell her friend.
“So Val, you know the school I go to?”
“Yes”
“Well, I graduate this year, and I have been offered an apprenticeship there”
“That’s brill Hermione, but what does it have to do with me?”
“Well, it’s just that…well; this school is a little different than I’d really told you before”
“Different, what do you mean different?”
“It’s a school for the gifted”
“Yeah”
“The gifted in well…”
“In what Hermione?”
“In…magicbutdon’tjugdemeforthatit’snotmyfaultthati’mmagic!”
“What? Repeat that please”
“It’s a school for magic!”
“Magic, are you off your rocker child, magic is not real”
“Valerie…”
“Hermione, if I’d known you were going to play with me today I wouldn’t have come. I wanted to spend a day with a friend who spends most of the year at a school for the criminally insane. Oops!”
“WHAT? The criminally insane, what the bloody hell are you on about?”
“That’s what your parents told my parents, that after you discovered you weren’t actually a Granger you meant mental and they had to cart you off to a mental institution!”
“Excuse me… not a Granger and mental institution. God I’m a bloody well going to murder my parents!”
“You didn’t know?”
“God no…”
“Well, I didn’t mean to upset you”
“UPSET ME?” Hermione said in a strained voice.
“I’m sorry to upset you Hermione”
“Never in my entire life have I ever been so insulted…” grumbling Hermione drove into the drive in front of her house. She pointed at the door of the house.
“I am going inside and you my dearest friend are coming with me”
“Hermione… I don’t that such a good idea…ummm”
“Get IN THE HOUSE VALERIE!” Hermione strained.
Valerie looked slightly frightened and got out of the car and walked into the house while Hermione followed her.
Once they were inside the house Hermione took out her wand and with a swish of the wand the blinds closed and the lights turned on.
“Holy Bloody Mary’s ghost! What the hell do you think you are doing?”
“I am a witch and this is my wand, I am using it to turn on the lights before I call a friend on the floo network” Hermione explained while putting away her wand and searching on the mantle for a small bag of sandy like powder. She scooped up a handful and threw it into the fireplace. When the fire turned green, she stuck her head into the flames not noticing the gasp that came from Valerie and called out,
“Ronald, Harry, Ginny!” at the top of her lungs.
Fairly soon there seemed to be a party coming from inside the fireplace. Valerie stood on the outside shocked and dazed. She could see her best friends head in the fireplace as well the faces of three others. They were obviously friends from the school she attended. Valerie didn’t know how long she was staring at Hermione but she was shocked out of her daze by Mrs. Granger’s hand on her shoulder.
“What is she doing? She isn’t supposed to use the floo without on of us near by!” the older woman said. Hermione continued her conversation.
“You know about this thing?” Valerie said.
“Why yes we do” Mr. Granger said coming up behind his wife.
“But…but you told my parents that she was at a school for the criminally insane”
“Well, yes, but she isn’t really. She goes to Hogwarts” Mrs. Granger stated.
“Hogwarts?” Valerie looked confused.
“Yes, it’s a school for the magically gifted in Scotland”
“God, it sounds like something out of X-Men. A school for the gifted and oh my god. So she really is a w-w-itch?”
“Oh yes, she is indeed” Mr. Granger said with a smile and a look towards the fire.
“Hermione, time to get out of the fireplace, say goodbye to Harry and Ron”
Hermione said a quick goodbye and stood up. Her hair looked disheveled and seemed to be swirling slightly. She turned towards her parents and her eyes were no longer the placating brown they normally were but a dazzling purple.
“A school for the criminally INSANE? Not my real parents?” Hermione screamed at them.
Valerie moved slightly more towards the door and then quickly stepped out into the fresh air. She turned toward the street and jogged, well ran, home.