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Title: Moments I: Hogwarts Bound
Author: Devin
Email: franny122004@gmail.com
Website: http://dancing-through-life.com/
Rating: G
Category: CA
Keywords: Crossover (X-Files/Harry Potter), minor-angst
Spoilers: SS/PS and Pilot
Summary: Who brought Hermione her letter?
Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter belongs to JKR.
Everything X-Files belongs to CC.
Author's Note: This story is an idea I've been working with for
a while, I'm glad I finally wrote it. It's also the first in what I
anticipate being a series. Thanks to Heather for the beta.
Summer 1991
Jane Anderson walked down the corridors of Hogwarts School,
a place she had seldom visited since her graduation.
"Anderson," a voice that could inspire even the worst student
to do their homework, said from behind her.
"Professor McGonagall. How nice to see you again."
McGonagall gave the former Head Girl a slight smile and
returned the sentiment. "Professor Dumbledore asked me to
meet you and bring you to his office. He's running a bit late I'm
afraid. He's currently out interviewing a prospect for the
Defense against the Dark Arts post."
Jane nodded in understanding, already knowing that no one had
been able to hold down the DADA position for more then a
year in some time, and followed her former instructor to the
Headmaster's office.
She was only waiting 10 minutes when Dumbledore arrived.
"Jane," he greeted her amicably. "How have you been?"
"Can't complain, Professor. Kingsley is saying that they have a
big assignment for me coming up."
He smiled warmly at her. "Congratulations. I'm sure you will
do wonderful."
"Thank you, sir."
He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. "I'm sure
you're wondering why I've asked you here."
"It had crossed my mind," she said with a joking smile.
"I need you to deliver a letter to offer a spot here to a
prospective student."
Jane took the letter from him, asking, "Not that I'm not happy
to do it, sir, but doesn't staff usually deliver the messages to
muggle borns?"
"I thought this particular student might take the news better
from you," he nodded towards the letter and she turned it over
in her hands. The name inscribed on the front momentarily
shocked her silent.
'Hermione Jane Granger'
"Hermione's a witch? How long have you known? I've never
seen her exhibit any-"
"She first popped up on the Ministry's radar at five, most
impressive for a child cut off from the magical world.
Apparently she liked making broccoli disappear."
***
Jane stood in front of the Granger's home. This was one of her
favorite places in the world. It was the home of her two best
friends and her goddaughter; they were close to the only family
she had ever since her dad had passed away a couple years ago.
They were also the only people outside of the magical world
that knew she was a witch.
Annie opened the door and smiled at her. "You just going to
stand out there?"
Jane laughed, at herself and to relieve some of the tension she
was feeling inside. It's one thing to find out that one of your
friends is a witch but your only daughter... For Hermione's sake
she hoped they reacted positively.
"Of course not. I just love to stare at the front door as much as
possible, great view and all that."
"Oh, shut it, Jane," Annie retorted and ushered her friend
inside.
"Aunt Jane!" Hermione squealed as she came running out of a
room to hug her godmother.
"Hello Hermione." Jane ruffled Hermione's unruly hair
affectionately and decided it was best to just get it over with.
"Actually, you are the reason I'm here." She looked up, briefly,
to her friend and then back to Hermione. "Where's your father?
He should probably be here for this too."
"Here for what?" Mathew asked, coming down the stairs after
having heard his daughter's squeal of delight.
Jane reached into her pocked and pulled out the letter. Handing
it to Hermione she instructed, "read it out loud."
Hermione gave her a questioning look but nodded and ripped
open the letter, not looking at the address on the front.
"Dear Miss Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Hermione
choked out the last words, completely taken aback but Jane
squeezed her around the shoulders and nodded for her to
continue. "Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and
equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later
than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress"
There was a long silence broken only by the ticking of the
clock. Jane looked at the three family members and wanted
desperately to say something to put them at ease but could
think of nothing.
Hermione spoke up first. "I'm a witch? Why didn't we know
before? I get to learn magic? How do I send them an owl? Will
you tell me all about Hogwarts, Aunt Jane? Can I please go,
Mom, Dad?"
Jane smiled at her goddaughter's enthusiasm and looked
towards her parents. From their looks and the joy on
Hermione's face there was no doubt in Jane's mind that come
September Hermione would be on the Hogwarts Express.
***
Jane hugged Hermione as they stood on Platform 9 3/4. "Okay,
I want you to remember that you can send me an owl at
anytime."
"Aunt Jane, you've told me that 4 times today. Don't worry, I'll
be fine. I've read all my text books and all the books I could
find on Hogwarts, I'm ready for this."
Jane shook her head, that statement was just so... Hermione.
She opened her mouth to respond but was cut off. "Jane
Anderson," an older woman with a pointed hat decorated by a
vulture said from behind them. "I thought it was you." She
reached out a hand to shake Jane's. "I believe your father knew
my son."
Jane stiffened at the mention of her father but nodded and tried
to smile sweetly. Grasping for a diversion she noticed the little
boy standing by Mrs. Longbottom's side. "Are you Neville?"
The boy nodded shyly. "I saw you when you were really little.
Are you starting Hogwarts this year?"
Neville smiled, a bit embarrassed to be the new topic of
discussion but looking mildly hopeful about the upcoming
year. "Yes."
Jane nudged Hermione forward and that was apparently all the
encouragement the 11-year-old needed. "I am too." She shook
out her hand for Neville to shake and introduced herself, "I'm
Hermione Granger. Do you know anyone else who's starting
this year?" Neville shook his head. "Me neither. Would you
like to sit together on the train?"
Neville smiled, for the first time in the conversation looking
somewhat relaxed and Jane felt a rush of pride towards
Hermione. "That would be great, thanks."
"You two better get on the train, it'll be leaving soon," Mrs.
Longbottom told them sternly.
Jane hugged Hermione goodbye one last time. "Have fun this
year, don't just study," she teased, but secretly was more
serious about that than she let on. Then she turned to Neville
and smiled, "It was nice seeing you again. Have a good year."
The two kids ran off towards the train. Once they were out of
sight Jane bid farewell to Mrs. Longbottom and went to find a
place to stand to be out of the way of students boarding but still
be able to watch the train off.
"Jane dear!" Jane turned around to see Molly Weasley,
surrounded by many of her children, beckoning her over.
Molly was her father's... was it second or third cousin... and
one of the few family members she had left but she hadn't seen
her since... Molly pulled her into a tight hug. "It's been far too
long. Where have you been hiding yourself?"
Jane shrugged uncomfortably, not wanting to say she hadn't
wanted to be around anyone who reminded her of her father.
"You know... work."
Molly nodded in understanding and Jane was afraid that she
really had understood. However, Molly changed the topic
immediately. "Ron, you've got something on your nose," she
stated and tried to rub away the offending spot while the boy
struggled for freedom.
"Mom- geroff." The twins began to tease Ron but their mother
broke it up with a query about Percy, who, if Jane remembered
correctly was Molly and Arthur's third son. No sooner was he
mentioned than the boy came striding towards them and
became the new subject of the twin's heckling.
Jane slowly tried to excuse herself from the group just as Fred
and George were telling their mother about having seen Harry
Potter and their little sister being beside herself with joy.
Jane found a spot on the train station that she hoped would be
devoid of any more reunions. She didn't know if she was happy
or not when Molly and Ginny found her again after saying
goodbye to the four boys.
"It doesn't get any easier. Sending them off each year," Molly
told her, looking at the train. She looked back to Jane. "You
aren't old enough to have a child going to Hogwarts... what are
you doing here?"
Jane looked uncomfortable, though she wasn't sure why.
"Goddaughter," was all she offered but this seemed to appease
Molly and watched as the train left.
Once the train was out of sight she began to leave but Molly
called her back. "It wasn't your fault, dear. You know that,
right?"
Jane looked down, forbidding herself not to cry. "Yeah." And
then she left.
***
February 28, 1992
Jane stared at Kingsley in shock. "You want me to go to
America?"
Kingsley simply nodded. "You'll be undercover. You will be
the dominant agent but Maggie," he gestured towards the older
woman sitting next to Jane, "and some of the American Aurors
will be there for back up should you need them. This muggle
has gotten too close to the magical world too many times. But
more than that, there are some parties he's been working
against that the American Ministry would also liked stopped
but have been unable to gain access to them for reasons
unbeknownst to them. We hope if you work with him it will
help lead us to them."
Jane took a deep breath. "When do I leave?"
***
March 7, 1992
Jane stared at the door in front of her for a moment. 'Knock,'
she told herself and quickly followed her own instructions.
"Sorry, nobody down here but the FBI's most unwanted."
"Agent Mulder," Jane said when he finally turned to look at
her. "I'm Dana Scully; I've been assigned to work with you."
The End
