I recently have gotten a certain love for crossovers involving Hermione. So here I am! Sorry that there are a lot of song changes in this one chapter. There are just so many themes. The suff below is IMPORTANT for you to know PLEASE READ IT OR YOU MIGHT BE CONFUSED!

Just So You Know:

-I like to show you what song to play while you read (PLEASE DON'T WASTE MY EFFORTS TO FIND MATCHING SONGS)

-The Pan in my story can change forms like most every other god in the series

-Pan says he is fading. Mr. Riordan attributes it to loss of Wild places (as do I)

-When Hermione sings, she doesn't use words. I imagine that it's kind of Little Mermaid singing

-Flowers are growing out of the wooden floor on the second floor of the house (it isn't the result of bad cleaning or something)

-For the song "Forbidden Friendship" I would suggest starting at about 1:30 or the song will be way too freaking long

-The Percy Jackson series and the Harry Potter series are fabulously written, just not by me

Song: Ron's Speech
Artist: Alexandre Desplat
Album: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 1: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

December 4, 1978

A darkened female shape called out in hushed tones through the darkness of the overgrown forest.

"Lord Pan! Lord Pan! Where are you?"

In a graceful motion, a young man leaped down from a short elder tree. By the light of the sunset, his silhouette seemed to have a wild, glowing aura about it. His hair was an untamed nest of brown, eyes a twinkling honey and his goat-like legs quickly changed to their human form.

"Mary, I have told you more than once that you may call me simply Pan. And you needn't even call, I could see you," he added.

Her flustered reply was quiet in the moonlight, and the last three words almost not heard. "I thought, well … I thought—you wouldn't come."

"I had to see you one last time."

She registered the words and flung her arms around him, beginning to sob piteously in resignation of the fact that she would probably never see him again. She had known he would have to leave sometime because the forest around her home was slowly being killed and cut down. But if only he could stay for a bit longer.

Suddenly she blurted out the news that she had been holding in, "I'm… I'm Pregnant. With yours."

If Mary had expected him to be surprised, she thought wrong. It was almost like he knew that it was coming as all he did was nod with a flashing of pain in his eyes. The pain showed itself easily through his eyes, which were like windows to his emotions. They were what drew her to him like a moth to a flame.

She continued with downcast eyes and quiet speech, "I love you. Please. Please don't leave me. I've looked all my life for someone who is my match, and you're it. You fill any and all voids I might have in my heart. Just stay. For the child. For me."

"You know that I am fading with time, love. Soon satyrs with give up their hope of my return, and my immortality won't be there. I will turn to dust. A memory. I have already trnsported most of my power to the child. She will probably show signs of power like mine in short quick bursts when she is younger, and that will grow stronger as she ages.

Mary had obviously known that her pleads wouldn't change his mind, but she asked the question that might weaken his resolve.

"Every child needs a dad. What should I say when the child asks for theirs?"

"Before I die I will visit Hypnos to alter the child's memory for a time until she is 17. The child will believe that she had a father with her. Then the magic will wear off, and you may reveal her father."

"Wait. You said she and her."

Pan winced as if he never meant to tell about the gender, but continued as if he hadn't heard, "I also wanted you to give her a gift for her protection."

With a wave of his hand, a shrub grew and formed a small circle from a branch that he plucked of and handed to her. It was a delicate circlet of Blackwood, engraved with elaborate designs of swirls.

"It is an anklet that will hide her scent from any monsters that seek her for the time being. Like the memory adjustment, the safeguard will wear off at the age of 17. Later it will serve other purpose."

"You think of everything." Mary smiled at him with small rivers of tears trailing down her cheeks. Pan bent down and gave her a kiss that summed up as much feeling as it could in one kiss.

"I love you."

It was those honest words that made it a little bit easier—and a little bit harder—for her to turn away as he changed to his true god form. And it was with those honest words that he was gone.

Song: Forbidden Friendship
Artist: John Powell
Album: How to Train Your Dragon (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

November 19, 1983

At exactly 2:27 PM, A lithe, 4 year old Hermione Granger danced around her room after a long dance lesson at the ballet studio her mum thought would be fun to go to. It was fun. Dancing was an instinct to her. Her age group was learning small pirouettes, leaps, and how to dance on the tips of your toes, which were all things that she mastered easily.

Hermione often got carried away and began her own little dances which her instructor made tutting noises at. The dances she did felt like they were meant to be that way, though. Natural. It just felt like the music was going straight inside of her.

At the thought of the melody, she began to hum.

Then, sing.

Then, dance.

At first, the dancing took on a random rhythm. Then as her singing got louder, her ballet took on a certain pulse.

Hermione would leap into the air with her arms in a hoop in front of her while she spun. Then began walking on the ends of her toes, and spinning around once. Then she would kick with her toes pointed, spin around, and begin the same cycle with a leap. All the while, her song kept going.

Leap with a spin.

Toes in a line.

Spin and let out arms.

Kick with points on toes.

Spin and fold in arms.

Leap.

Toes.

Spin.

Kick.

Spin.

Leap.

Toes.

Spin.

Kick.

Spin.

Not once did she get dizzy, and in her concentration she failed to notice the small buds of flowers growing from where she stepped on the wooden floor. When her music got louder and more zealous the flowers bloomed to reveal Birds of Paradise, Orchids, and Calla Lilies.

The plant life seemed to sway with her dancing. Soon, almost her whole floor was a flower garden. By then, she had noticed all the lovely, colorful plants, and sang louder for them.

Suddenly, a flock of birds came off of the cover of a favorite book of hers. They were little, yellow canaries that sang their twittering song along with her. They all flew in a practiced line that swirled around young Hermione, being careful not to run into her.

Her whole room was alive with the buzzing currents of magic and power that could hardly be distracted. She had control over the magnificent rhythm of the room. She loved the pulsing effect of the flowers. She loved the swaying delicateness of the flowers. She was lost in a world of color.

Abruptly, Mary Granger, Hermione's mother, walked in.

"Sweetheart, what is—Oh my Goodness!"

This brought Hermione's concentration away from her beautiful new flower bed and singing fliers. The flora seeped back into the floor and the birds flew back into the book cover with small pops leaving a terrified mother, a delighted daughter, and the faint scent of flowers one only truly smells during the springtime.

Hermione made an observation.

"I make flowers and pretty birds! Like them Mommy?"

Mary's reply was forced and she had to plaster a fake smile on her face:

"Of course, love."

As her mother was leaving the room, Hermione could hear the scared, muttered words of her mother.

"He never said she would be this powerful. We need to leave. We'll go to England. Far away. A new life."

Song: Dislexia
Artist: Christophe Beck
Album: Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

May 25, 2010

Hermione remembered the way her mum had pushed her to go out and have a little fun now that Voldemort was dead. She had wanted to go to some place in Europe, but her mum insisted that she go somewhere far. So she did. Nevada, America, to be exact.

It was a city full of lights, sounds, and excitement. Everything there was glamorous. She spent a bit of her time watching a few shows, and then some time shopping. She went there to explore a little, and have a bit of fun in the casinos. Hermione had just been at a casino when she had felt like getting a spot of air.

When she'd walked the streets, she had felt the threat of the dark alleys, and wished she could find shelter in somewhere.

She didn't have to wait long when she approached a welcoming hotel and casino. The Lotus. A doorman had greeted her with a kind smile.

"You look like you need a nice place to stay for a while! Come on in."

That was exactly what she did. What almost struck her as most odd was that right as she had gone in, a woman in uniform stopped her and gave her a casino credit card and room key. She had tried to tell the woman that she was just stopping in for a little while, but was just treated as though she was a slow child. But the whole operation was so inviting. They had games, movies, everything you could want all in one place. So she had made up the excuse to herself that they probably did it for everyone, and had gone to play a few games.

Right now, after a long session of indoor paintball, Hermione was ready to wind down. She headed over to the sliding doors to the deck for a look at the city. She couldn't remember the last time she had.

The city was so exciting. She could see the nearest bright buildings—wait what?

What the heck?

There weren't supposed to be buildings there. The last time she looked, there was only one nearby casino—now there were three newer hotels. They couldn't possibly have built those in the short time Hermione had been inside the Lotus. Hmm.

Could it really have been that long of a time?

Come to think of it, Hermione couldn't even recall the time she had been inside the casino.

Oh God, Hermione had just thought of the possibility that her memory was going because she had been there too long. Something in her mind told her something was up.

She needed to get out. Now.

Hermione grabbed her undetectably extended bag full of whatever she had forgone unpacking, her casino cash card (just in case), and her wand. The journey down through the elevator was quick, but she impatiently dashed out the opening doors.

As she passed each of them, workers called out to her if she would like a smoothie, t-shirt, or anything to distract her. She got closer to the door, and she could almost feel a force pulling her back to go play and enjoy herself. She kept running.

"Hey, where are you going? We just got a new wave-surfing room!"

The doorman's calls were completely ignored by Hermione who burst through the doors with a quick shove to them.

Need the date. Need the date. Need—Ah! A newspaper machine.

Telling herself that now wasn't the time to feel guilty, she used a quick Alohamora to retrieve a much needed paper.

She was probably overreacting about it all. Because those builders were, perhaps, really quiet and quick at their job. She snorted at her absurd excuses. Surely her training with Aurors like Mad-Eye had taught her to be suspicious.

Right. That is why you didn't question things before? Hmm Hermione?

Ah. There's the date. May 25—that can't be right.

The date said May 25, 2010.

14 years had passed since she entered the Lotus.

"Oh no, that's horrible!"

A mysterious cackle came out from the darkness of night. "Oh, it could get a lot more upsetting, sweet."

Hermione felt a smart blow of pain to the head, and she was swallowed by darkness.

Ooooooo! Intense. You will probably have to wait a while for another chapter, but not too long. I have a Christmas Break approaching (meaning: in 2 days) so I will have more chances to write soon. And probably more inspirations. Jolly Christmas!

Love,
Helena