Lost in the Music

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​Chapter 3: The Meeting

Hermione sat in the chair that Mr Lovewell had indicated to, she sat opposite the dark mahogany desk that took up a great deal of room within the office, the desk was littered with parchments and contracts.

Her eyes skimmed the remainder of the office before her focus came to the much older man sat before her, her eyes searching his accusingly.

“So…” He began hesitantly “…what did you wish to discuss?” he said in his monotone voice.

“I can’t do it” was the meek reply Hermione’s previous anger had now turned to fear.

“Can’t or won’t Miss Granger” Lovewell replied raising his eyebrows at the young girl who was wise before her years.

Her mouth opened to speak but she was cut off as the man continued talking “Hermione in the year that I have worked with you I have never known you to say the word can’t especially in reference to your own abilities. I assure you, you can do this, and you can do anything you put your mind to”

Hermione knew he was right she could do this but it was Hogwarts, what if she was exposed? What if her friends found out? They’d be so angry with her for not telling them the truth.

“But…” she began but was cut off again, “You seem to have forgotten one thing” Lovewell stated a soft smile gracing his aging features “You’ll be wearing a Glamour Miss Granger, No-one will suspect you”.

Hermione felt stupid, it had completely slipped her mind that she would be wearing her barrette with the inbuilt glamour that changed her appearance to that of Larissa Grey's.

“Okay” she said quietly. Lovewell smiled and stood as Hermione tried to ignore the niggling feeling that something was going to go wrong.

“I believe you need to practice, Larissa” Lovewell smiled, Hermione laughed she could still remember the day she became Larissa Grey.

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Hermione walked through London with her parents she had returned home for the Christmas holidays opting to spend it with her parents rather than endure the chaos that would usually fall over the burrow and the Weasley residence.

Hermione had also decided to stay away because she was beginning to feel very strongly towards Ron, She caught herself staring at him her thoughts occupied by him, it made her nervous around him, and she didn’t think she could cope spending so much time with him in  a cramped house.

During the shopping trip Hermione and her parents had separated and agreed to meet up in Trafalgar square. Hermione arrived much earlier than her parents for fear of not getting there in time.

Hermione reached into her bag and got out her ipod, with time to kill she decided that she would listen to some music and take in her surroundings.

Soon enough Hermione was watching the sea of people that passed by her, she was significantly unacknowledged which allowed her to become absorbed in the music and become lost in her own thoughts.

Hermione failed to notice that she had begun to sing along to the music she was listening to, and rather loudly. It brought her some attention, but she didn’t notice it.

Hermione was startled out of a daydream about Ron by an older looking man dressed in a smart charcoal grey suit, he seemed to be saying something…

Removing her earphones Hermione apologised to the Man. “It was my fault”, he apologised profusely. The man introduced himself as Mr Lovewell an agent.

Hermione was confused and this didn’t happen much, Lovewell explained that he had recognised her from a picture of her, Ron and Harry in the daily Prophet and that he too was a wizard.

Mr Lovewell continued to explain that whilst he had recognised her, it was her singing voice that caused him to give her his attention.

“My singing voice? Was I singing?” Hermione asked slowly turning red. Lovewell nodded. Hermione was mortified and turned crimson.

“Don’t be embarrassed that was one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard both in the human world as well as the wizarding”. Hermione gave a nervous laugh.

After conversing with Mr Lovewell for 5 minutes he had convinced Hermione to have a meeting with him, to discuss her ‘Potential’.

After handing Hermione his business card he was gone. Hermione never thought she’d see the man again.

However she was prompted to make the meeting after being referred to as ‘Harry Potter’s friend’ for the millionth time in the daily prophet. It was time for her to make a name for herself.

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In the meeting Lovewell had reassured her of any fears she had and signed the contract there and then.

Hermione froze she didn’t want anyone to know it was her, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden she opted to not be seen as Hermione Granger Muggleborn witch, but instead created a character that she could be whenever she wanted to be.

“Name?” Mr Lovewell asked all of a sudden. Hermione’s brain thought quickly ‘hmm what did she want to be called?’

It came to her then “Larissa Grey” she spoke confidently. Lovewell cocked an eyebrow in question. “Larissa was my Grandmother’s name and Grey was the colour of your suit the day I met you”

Lovewell nodded “I look forward to working with you Miss Grey.”