"Like a mother for her son," Hermione murmurs absently. She doesn't know that it echoes the case Red's referencing, but it's exactly what had happened in her world. Lily Potter is about the only reason Hermione can bring herself to believe something as maudlin as love being behind the world's most powerful magic.
Before Red even gives her a proper response regarding her name, she mentioned working at Granny's diner, and the strange retelling of the tale already starts forming in her head. It's enough to make Hermione forget about having wandered from a dream and into the path of hostile bears, if only because understanding this happens to be a more pressing matter at the moment. "Well obviously you're not little, but-..." she begins, trailing off with a small frown.
Shaking her head, she remarks, "I find all this hard to believe. Magic can do all sorts of things, but the magic you're talking about... it shouldn't be possible." She pauses for a moment before admitting in a low murmur, "But then, neither should going to sleep on a completely normal evening and waking up in an unfamiliar forest with bears attacking you."
Whatever the case, she's sure that no one cares what she does or doesn't believe, and so she focuses on the more important thing at the moment. "They shouldn't even scar," she tells her, glancing at her back once more. "I'm glad I had the dittany with me. I've gotten better at healing charms over the years, but I'm still not nearly as good as I could be if I don't have the right potion."
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Before Red even gives her a proper response regarding her name, she mentioned working at Granny's diner, and the strange retelling of the tale already starts forming in her head. It's enough to make Hermione forget about having wandered from a dream and into the path of hostile bears, if only because understanding this happens to be a more pressing matter at the moment. "Well obviously you're not little, but-..." she begins, trailing off with a small frown.
Shaking her head, she remarks, "I find all this hard to believe. Magic can do all sorts of things, but the magic you're talking about... it shouldn't be possible." She pauses for a moment before admitting in a low murmur, "But then, neither should going to sleep on a completely normal evening and waking up in an unfamiliar forest with bears attacking you."
Whatever the case, she's sure that no one cares what she does or doesn't believe, and so she focuses on the more important thing at the moment. "They shouldn't even scar," she tells her, glancing at her back once more. "I'm glad I had the dittany with me. I've gotten better at healing charms over the years, but I'm still not nearly as good as I could be if I don't have the right potion."