So this first chapter is going to cover a lot. It has been a while since I read the books, but I'll try to get things as accurate as I can. My Elvish is not the best, but I will try to translate as much as I can.
Words that are italicized are in Elvish, whether I've managed to get the translations right or not.
Thanks,
Regina
Timeline: Right after the last battle, most books compliant, but no dead remus, that's just screwed up. Not Fred either. Winky will be very Ooc, but just go with it. Sorry for any mistakes.
attempt at a Xover here. no flames please.
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Hermione PoV
The war is over and I don't know what I'm going to do. Ever since my first year, it has always been "Protect Harry" or "Defeat Voldemort." Now Harry is safe and Voldemort is dead. I thought Ron and I had something, something real. But I caught him snogging Lavender Brown. Where do I fit in?
These were the thoughts that plagued me as I walked home. Or, to where my parents live. Things have been stressed since I brought them home from Australia. They can't see why I sent them off. They might not be my biological parents, but they are all I've ever known.
Just as I rounded the corner, I froze. A thin scream rose from the house. I knew that scream. It was the sound Mom made when I went to close to the edge of the cliff, and the time I flew into the air glowing as my magic poured out: sheer terror. My wand was raised high by the time I reached the door. Three deatheaters flashed out of being when they saw me. One remained to smirk at me. Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Hello, mudblood." Fear began to strike me, but I pushed it back. My eyes drifted to the floor. Two bodies lay bled out upon the Persian rug.
"Mom. Dad." My voice broke. "You." Every ounce of steel from the last seven years fell back into place. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? First, you torture me, carve that filthy word into my skin, and now you kill my parents? NO more!" I didn't even utter a spell. I simply pointed my wand at her. A blast of midnight blue light burst forth. Bellatrix's body slumped to the floor… dead.
The reality struck me. The only people I'd ever known to call mum and dad were dead. I've never known my real identity. According to the adoption agency, I was found on the doorstep, no note, just a necklace that never left my neck since that day. I was seven. I know I should remember things from my old life, but I can't. My back fell to the wall, where I knelt on the ground.
3rd PoV (Three hours later, just after nightfall)
Winky popped into the Granger's home. She'd noticed Miss Hermione's disappearance and searched immediately. Nothing prepared her for the broken, sobbing mess of a girl with her parent's blood on her hands.
"I is sorry Miss. I is knowing yous isn't happy here." Taking a nearby handkerchief, the floppy eared elf wiped at the tears before going to the kitchen to make a soothing pot of tea. She looked at the stars.
"Heavenly lights, pure in past, help our Miss Hermione, give her happiness at last." The prayer was to the High Elves. Every House Elf knew the stories of wise, tall, regal elves who lived in another land. And all knew that some mortals carried a light within them that could lead them to be great. But a great person can be rejected by others, even without their knowledge. The mean read headed boy was to blame. So was the nasty Lestrange woman. Winky prayed that the High Elves would guide Miss Hermione.
It was past midnight and Winky had put Hermione to bed and cleaned the room. Eventually Hermione had managed to mumble two things:
"Thank you Winky." And "Don't tell anyone. Just let me escape for a while." Winky would honor the girl she'd grown to care about. She nearly dropped the tea tray when she moved to the living room once more.
"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Winky gaped.
"You would know me as that, little one. But in other worlds, I am known as Gandalf. I am here to speak with an old friend. Is Miss Granger here?"
"She is Sir. Please, be gentle, she is sleeping."
True to expectations, Hermione had been shocked when her once-dead-but-apparently-not-so-dead-professor arrived in her home. After a few minutes and another cup of Winky's excellent tea, they were seated in chairs that Dumbledore- no, Gandalf had summoned.
"So when you died, you really went to another world, Middle Earth?"
"Yes. Over the years I have traveled between the two worlds, but Middle Earth is where I was born, where my family dwelt for eons. This past year I knew my time here was done. Grave things were brewing in my home and I could no longer go back and forth. So I ensured Harry was as prepared as I could get him, and asked Severus to make sure the Malfoy boy did not become a killer. The time had come."
"And why are you here now?"
"Because, my dear, of you. You have deep fire within you that few here have ever had. It means that you could be in either world. Those with this fire who never leave this world often do great things. Some become famed for their exploits, while others work from the sidelines and merely seem to get brushed aside when the dust clears. But unlike them, you have a true friend who informed a dear friend of mine, Lord Elrond, of your plight. Elrond is a High Elf, tall, regal, and powerful. I was with him when she prayed to the High Elves for you to find happiness. So I am here with a choice. You may remain in this world, in all that you have known, until the end of your days, or you may return with me to Middle Earth, a new world with many opportunities for a brave woman like yourself. Of course, some of the men are rather what you might call old fashioned in their thinking. You may have to prove to them that a female is just as, if not more, dangerous than a man." Hermione thought long and hard about the decision. It was true that she was not happy here. She had no place. In a new home, she could make a place for herself.
"Will I still have my magic?"
"Increased threefold, as my experience has shown."
"Then I wish to go. But I must write a few letters. I will not speak to them, but I have a few things to say."
"Very well." She quickly wrote out the letters.
"Winky!" The elf popped next to her. "Do you think you could deliver these tomorrow?"
"Of course, Miss Hermione. Take this." She handed Hermione a small mirror.
"What is it?"
"This will let you speak to the person who has the other mirror. It should even work from Middle Earth. This way, if you ever want to know how one of you's friends is being, just ask Winky, Miss."
"Thank you Winky You have been a great help."
"I is hoping you is happy there. The stories of the High Elves is being great and wonderful."
"I'm sure." She packed a few books, photos, and things she might need. Her wand was in the harness she'd made on the journey for horcruxes.
"Are you ready, dear one?" Gandalf asked.
"As I'll ever be." With a wave of his wooden staff, a great swirling vortex opened. As she stepped through it, Hermione said good bye to her old world. She would leave it all behind her for something new.
Light danced across deepening skies as Hermione and Gandalf entered Rivendell. Four elves awaited them. There were two younger men, both fair skinned with dark hair. A young woman with the same hair and green eyes stood just behind the leading male. His eyes seemed haunted, like so many of the teachers at Hogwarts. They spoke of terror and war past and present. But there was also a light there, one that showed truth and guidance, as if this man knew of happier times yet to come.
"Hermione, my dear, this is Lord Elrond of Rivendell, his daughter Arwen, and his sons Elrohir and Elladan. My friends, this is Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age and perhaps to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts."
"Le nathlam hi." Elrond nodded to her. There was a very familiar feeling of security. He changed to the common tongue. "Arwen, please take her and make her comfortable." Arwen walked forward.
"Please come with me. You must be tired. Gandalf has told us some of what you have been through in you war." They walked though graceful arches and glittering halls until they arrived in a beautiful room.
"Bathe, and I will help you dress. The gowns here can be exhausting." Hermione stumbled through the motions, washing her parent's blood from her hands, and letting the warm water wash away the pain for a short while.
She wrapped herself in a robe that Arwen had left for her. The raven haired woman was waiting in the room next door.
"Do you have a color preference?"
"Nothing to extravagant, please, it should not be wasted on me." Arwen made a low tsk sound, to quiet for Hermione to hear. What has been done to this young woman? As Hermione removed her robe to place on her undergarments, Arwen's mind froze, eyes catching both the pale mark on her shoulder and the small jewel on her neck.
"That necklace, where did you get it?"
"I have always had it, since I was left on a doorstep as a child." Arwen's thought spun and swirled. Quickly, she helped the girl into a nightgown so she could rest.
[In the council hall]
"Ada!" Arwen hurried to her father's side. "It is amazing, and I do not know how it is true, but something glorious may have happened!" Elrond's eyebrow rose at his daughter's excitement.
"What is it my child?"
"Hermione has a pale mark on her right shoulder, a winged moon. And she has a blue teardrop pendant wrapped in what appears to be mithril." Now pure shock and amazement took over the Elf Lord's face.
"Are you sure it is her?" His voice broke. "Our Taurauthiel?"
"I do not know what else it could be. She has both the mark and the jewel. If it is her, Ada, then what do we do?"
"We tell her everything we can and hope she will grow to accept us. It has been so long, I had given up hope. I find myself refreshed."
"I am afraid I am unaware of what you are speaking of. Am I overstepping my grounds to inquire?"
"Not at all, old friend. Arwen once had a twin sister, who we named Taurauthiel. She was a beautiful girl. As Arwen bore the grace of the Evenstar, Taurauthiel bore her own place, the Elarinya, Morning Star. But she was stolen from us when she was but a child. You never met her, as you were in the Other World. The elves have mourned the loss of the Morning Star for eight centuries now. If your Hermione is her, then I may have my daughter back." Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. Gandalf sighed.
"Hermione was always a brilliant girl, with a mind that would astound most and a maturity that astounded all. She never gave up on anything she set her mind to, and fought with a burning passion for those she loved. Her sheer power was immense. She mastered spells far beyond the level of her peers. And with the time transition from their world to ours, it is possible that she is indeed your daughter." Elrohir and Ralladan were completely shaken by the news.
"I remember when she was only a couple months old, she would wake in the night and not sleep once more until I came in to tell her a story. Other than her nightly habit, she was the most well behaved child ever I'd met."
"She is sleeping now, we will let her be. In the morning, we will see." Elrond simply walked away from the group. He remembered a confusing message that Galadriel had said to him fifty years ago. Vanwa Randiriel yeva bar rato. Lost Wanderer will be home soon. Perhaps this was the meaning, for he could discern nothing at the time.
[In the morning]
Hermione opened her eyes to the sun rippling through her chamber. Arwen entered soon.
"Good morning Hermione,"
"Good morning, Lady Arwen."
"Please, just Arwen." Something flitted at the edge of Hermione's mind.
"Arwen, last night, when you left, you seemed on edge. I hope I'm not pushing my boundaries here."
"Not at all, Hermione. Truthfully, I was. There is a chance that something glorious has happened, but it is not my place to tell the tale. Please, let me help you dress and we will speak to my father."
"Hello, Hermione." Elrond, his sons, and Gandalf were sat at the table when the women arrived. "Did you sleep well?"
"I did, thank you my lord. Arwen said you had something to tell me?"
"Indeed, please, have a drink." Hermione took a few sips of the water to collect herself. "Just over eight hundred years ago, my wife had a child, Taurauthiel. She was Arwen's twin sister, and our beloved daughter. All who met her were entranced by her beauty. When she was only seven years old, she was taken from us, without a trace. We searched for eons. Nothing ever came up. Tell me, how long have you had that pendant?" His eyes were glued to it.
"Since the day I was found."
"Found?"
"I was found outside an orphanage," at his confusion she continued. "A place for children who have been abandoned or their parents have died. I was left there. My parents, or Dan and Emma Granger, adopted me, took me in. They raised me. The orphanage said that the necklace was the only thing I had with me when they saw me. This is one thing I've never taken off. Why?"
"My wife and I gave one exactly like it to our daughter. Arwen tells me you also have a mark upon your shoulder. May we see it?" She pulled down her sleeve slightly. Elrond's face was completely white by now. Meanwhile, Hermione's own thoughts shot back to the familiar feeling of safety she'd felt when she met Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir, the recognition. It was possible that this was her family.
"My daughter, could it really be you?" A single tear fell down his cheek as he stood, walking towards her. He looked in her eyes, and they felt it, so did Elladan, and Elrohir. It was true. "It is you." Hermione felt herself wrapped in Elrond's tight embrace, which she returned.
"Father." They were joined by Hermione's siblings. After a moment, they stepped back.
"My daughter, I believe that there is a charm on you to hide your appearance, may I remove it?" Gandalf asked.
"Please do." A feeling of clarity swept over her. When she looked in the mirror next, she gasped. Her light brown, wild hair had turned black and mildly wavy. Her brown eyes were light green, and her rounded ears were sharp. She was a few inches taller, and curvier. It felt right. She also felt a tug in her brain, like memories. Memories of this place, of her sister, her brothers, her father.
"Let it be spread throughout the Elven lands that Taurauthiel, the Morning Star, has returned!" Elrond said joyously.
"Ada, I must remind you that Thranduil and his company are nearly here." Elrohir said.
"Of course, they will be the first to know." Hermione was overwhelmed with the feelings of love she was getting from them all. They seemed to know she was still adjusting, but they still ensured that she knew they were there for her.
""Who is Thranduil?" Again, that pull.
"He is the Lord of Murkwood, one of the Elven Realm. You probably won't remember him, but his son Legolas used to play with you. He's only a year older than you." Elladan smiled. He had missed his sister. And it was definitely her.
"I see."
"Thranduil was one of those who looked for you the hardest. You and Legolas were the only ones he really seemed to care for after a time. You made him happy."
"He sounds like a great man."
It was a while later when Arwen and Taurauthiel were standing behind their brothers and father. A group of elves, all male, arrived on horseback. At the forefront rode a tall man with deep blue eyes and long blond hair. A woodland crown rested upon his head. Behind him stood a second man who was obviously his son. They shared the same hair and eyes, but this one's held a more youthful light. Elrond greeted the one who must be Thranduil.
"Mae g'ovannen. Thraduil."
"Mae g'ovannen, Elrond."
"I bear wonderful tidings this day."
"Indeed?" Thranduil's gaze swept across the land, landing on Taurauthiel. "Who is this?"
"This is my good news. Old friend, Taurauthiel has found her way home." Thranduil's eyes went wide.
"Truly, it is her?"
"It truly is. Taurauthiel, come my daughter." She went to his side slowly, head raised high.
"Mae g'ovannen, dear one. You have your mother's hair, but your father's face." I nodded, but my gaze was drawn to the son, Legolas.
"I remember you." Shock fell upon his face. Involuntarily, he took a step forward.
"Taurauthiel?"
"Yes. I remember now. You would visit with your father when we were children. Am I right?"
"Yes. It's been nearly a thousand years, but I remember as well. It is a joyous day that you have returned to us."
"Your father and I have some business to discuss, but I am sure you two would like some time to catch up."
"Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Taurauthiel, Legolas, you may visit while Thranduil and I talk." The younger elves nodded politely, taking their leave.
[in another room of the palace] [Taurauthiel PoV]
"So where have you been?" Legolas sat down.
"It may have been eight hundred years here, but it has only been eleven for me. Time moves differently in this world. When I was eleven I was accepted to a school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts. Gandalf, or Albus Dumbldore as we knew him then, was the headmaster. I met Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley. Harry was famous for defeating a dark wizard as a baby. There is a curse called the killing curse. No one has ever survived, but when the Dark Lord came after Harry, the spell bounced off killing him rather than Harry. Unfortunately, his parents were killed in the attack. Ron had several siblings and was the youngest son. It was only after they saved me from a troll that we became friends."
"A troll? What on earth was a troll doing in a school?" Elladan asked.
"The Dark lord, Voldemort, was trying to return. He was controlling a teacher named Quirrel. Quirrel let the troll in. Over the years we faced more of Voldemort's attempts to resurrect himself. In our fourth year, he succeeded. But almost no one believed Harry when he told people. They didn't want to believe that the darkest evil to ever walk our world had once more come to plague them. It took another year to convince people, and the third Great War began. That war only ended what would have been yesterday in that world. Ron and I had been edging towards a relationship for some time and I thought we had a chance. But after the battle I caught him with another woman. I returned home, clueless about what I would do with my life now. That was when I found my adoptive parents dead and one deatheater-servant of Voldemort- in my house. I killed her in vengeance for what she did to them, and to me. I would not let her take another breath. That night Gandalf arrived and asked if I wanted to leave Earth and come here. When I arrived, it was discovered that I was Taurauthiel, but with a hidden appearance and masked memories. Both charms broke this morning, and here I am." Pride was written across my brothers' faces.
"You went through so much, little sister. I do not know how you have remained so pure and strong. But I am proud of it nonetheless."
"Thank you, Elrohir." Arwen pulled me to her. The women embraced for a moment before Legolas spoke.
"You said that you killed the deatheater partially for what she did to you. What did you mean?" I sighed.
"It was only a few months ago. Harry, Ron, and I had gone on a journey to gather things to kill Voldemort. We were caught by deatheaters. The woman I killed, Bellatrix Lestrange, is probably the most insane one of all. She tortured me for hours, interrogating me, mocking me, just for fun. Eventually she took a cursed knife and carved into my skin." My sleeves were rolled until the whole word was visible. MUDBLOOD.
"What does it mean?" asked Elladan.
"The word mudblood means dirty-blood. It is an insult used for someone who has non-magical parents. That was the main part of the war. Voldemort was a blood purist. He believed only those with magical heritage deserved magic, and set out to kill, torture, enslave, and exterminate muggles (non-magical) and muggle-born children. Being the best friend of Harry Potter, the famous Boy Who Lived, I was basically the greatest prize. Bellatrix took special care into making sure I was broken. Fortunately, she failed. We escaped. But the scar is cursed, and is not likely to fade." My voice was faint now, memories playing behind my eyes.
"I almost wish you had spared her." Said Elrohir.
"Why?"
"So I could have killed her myself."
"She died instantly. No pain, no gloating, nothing. I just killed her and left her corpse on the floor."
"Do not fight against yourself over this. It is pointless. She tried to kill you, and she deserved what she got. Never forget that." Arwen gazed deeply into her sister's eyes.
"I know, Arwen. But still, I killed. Seven years fighting and I never directly killed someone. Certainly, my actions have led to their deaths, but, I've never killed them myself. It feels strange." Legolas spoke up.
"I've had to kill many times in defense of our people, our lands. It's the moments after the battle when you think of who you were as a child. Laughter, happiness, innocence. Then you remember your first kill. Sometimes you can't recognize yourself at first. But then you see the people you were fighting for, and you see that you haven' changed much. You've only grown. Killing to protect lives is still killing, but how many people would this woman have killed if she were alive?"
"Indefinite. As many as she could point her wand at."
"There you go." He looked at me.
"Maybe you're right." My eyes caught his for a moment. Snickering from my brothers broke the moment. "What?"
"Nothing. It's just that-" Elladan began.
"You and Legolas apparently haven' changed much over the years. Same attitude."
"Same way of communicating."
"Same connection."
"Same everything."
"Stop it guys."
"What? Since you were kids, he was the only one who could get through to you when you went all self-degrading and insecure." Elrohir grinned as I blushed.
"Okay now, leave my sister alone." Arwen laughed.
"You mean our sister." I looked around me at the people I should have known growing up. The ones I knew now. Maybe this was just what I needed.
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