Here is my newest, long-awaited chapter. I hope that you all enjoy it. I would love to hear from you if you do! I am so thankful for all of the favorites, follows and reviews that I have received for this story. Thank You! Just to let you all know; I have purposely spelled Dumbledore's name wrong, as well as the names of the schools. She is five and no matter how smart she is, I don't want her speaking like a twenty-year-old.

When Fate Intervened

So We Meet Again

Chapter 5

Hermione Cassiopeia Potter did not much care for Albus Dumbledore. From the moment he stepped through the floo, the hairs on the back of her neck and along her arms became raised like her entire body was on high alert.

It was nothing that he said, just the feeling that she had when he looked at her. She could feel his magic reaching out and touching both her and Jamie and she did not like it. Pouting she moved closer to her brother, took his hand and stared defiantly up at the Headmaster.

Introductions were made and as the Headmaster bowed down to ruffle Jamie's hair and to touch upon her own head, she was startled when a voice in her ear said "Close your mind." Looking up at Dumbledore with a raised eyebrow she stepped out of his reach, pulling Jamie closer to her as she reached back and grabbed onto her father Charlus's robes.

A tittering laugh was a noise never heard from her mother but this shyness and rebellion that Hermione was exhibiting was not her daughters normal behavior either and it made her a bit nervous to see her daughters obvious distrust of the Headmaster. Being raised a Potter and introduced to the nefariously Black side of the family, Hermione had never showed any trepidation when being introduced to new and mostly intimidating people.

The grandfatherly Headmaster was one of the least intimidating persons when around children but had obviously set off warning bells in her daughter, if her reluctance to be in direct sight or contact with the old man was enough of an indicator, she would pay a bit more attention to the interaction.

Dinner proved to be entertaining. Headmaster Dumbledore kept them enthralled with stories of the children at the school and he managed to loosen James up a bit with tales of magic and creatures, daring Quidditch flyers and teachers that could morph into animals. Hermione listened to the tales as well, but could not seem to completely relax around the old man.

When afters had been served and the children were talking quietly amongst themselves while the adults continued with their conversations Hermione grabbed the napkins that had been left behind on the table by the houselves, knowing that the children would and could keep themselves entertained while the adults were otherwise occupied.

Placing the two napkins between herself and Jamie, she put her finger to the tip of her nose and wiggled it. When nothing happened, she tapped her nose and stared intently at the two napkins and wiggled her nose again, all of a sudden the two napkins rose of their own accord and twisted into the slightly poufy shapes of a man and a woman and began to dance in the space between the two children, twirling around in a complicated waltz.

Utterly gobsmacked Albus looked at the two elder Potters and exclaimed "That is truly remarkable Dorea, Charlus. How long has she been able to perform this kind of intentional magic?"

"Since she was about four years old Albus, Jamie has his moments but Hermione has always been a bit more focused." explained Charlus looking at his children fondly.

"Why is she wiggling her nose? I have seen older children snap their fingers before, sometimes pointing them at the objects that they are trying to manipulate but never by twitching their noses."

"It is just something that she began doing recently." explained Dorea. "When she first tried to manipulate objects, she pretended to be a Genie. She wanted a big ponytail and a pink frothy genie outfit and would cross her arms and nod her head forward saying "Your wish is my command" when I asked her to put her toys away. Her toys would then line up and march over to her toy chest."

"Well that is a bit of complicated magic. She will be truly remarkable when she gets her wand I imagine." said Albus contemplating

"Well Miss Potter," said Albus addressing the young girl directly. "I imagine that you are looking forward to going to Hogwarts in a couple of years."

Looking over at the old man and realizing that she had no choice but to respond to him, now that he was addressing her directly. She replied "Well Mr. Dumblesdork, I don't know if I want to be going to Hogwarts when I am older." At this she heard a gasp from her parents and a giggle from her brother.

"But where would you consider going to school young lady", asked Albus. "All of the Potter family and Black family have gone to Hogwarts since the founders themselves."

"My mummy told me that there were schools in different places. I might go to Bo Buttons in France, Oola la. Or I might go to Dern Strange in Buldgaryia or even, even Ivermoney in the United States", said Hermione getting more excited about the subject.

Looking at Dorea, Albus was perplexed that she would even mention any other schools to her children.

"At Hogwarts my dear, you could make many new friends and learn ever so much magic." Said Albus feeling the need to promote his school and the benefits to this young child.

"But I can make friends anywhere." Said Hermione "As long as I have Jamie and Sev and Mus and Moona Luna and Harry. I have all of the friends that I need..." she finished with a huff.

Seeing Hermione was becoming a bit riled up and James looked a bit sleepy, Dorea called for their nanny elf. "Posey". While waiting for the elf to pop in, she turned to her children and said. "James, Hermione, please say goodnight to our guest."

Hermione hopping down from her chair, gave a short curtsy and James hopping down from his chair, gave a short bow and together as if synchronized said "Good Evening Professor Dumblesdore.

Taking her charges by their hands, Posey took the children from the room to get them ready for bed. Their parents would be in to kiss them goodnight shortly.