Intertwining

Lady Countryrose

Ch. 1

A man was standing in the shadows of my mansion. As he saw people mingling with one another. It was his turn of hosting a fundraiser for whatever he had agreed in doing that month. He glanced over the side to see the sign that was hosting up at that moment, 'Children's Miracle Christmas.'

'So that is what I'm hosting this month,' he had asked himself. Just as Alfred passed by and gave him his drink. He took his drink, he glanced up. Only to see a graceful woman in a fine dress.

He noticed that the dress was nearly sink tight in deep burgundy red. The kind that he would love to drink from her very soul. He could tell that she wanted to wear anything that wasn't entitled for such things. He pulled something out of his pocket, something that he had worked on. Which feed from his computer that held under his estate.

He pressed a button, as he aligned the device to take her picture from afar. Then he pressed a few more buttons. Then after a moment, the screen came alive to show information raced across the screen.

Hermione Granger, London, England of United Kingdom. Age twenty-five, a doctorate in medicine from Oxford. Graduated at the top of her class. Traveling around the world finding natural ways in curing the most toxic deceases.

He pressed more buttons, only to find that she came out of nowhere at age twenty. Only to start Oxford. There was no prior education from any known schools before going into university. 'Interesting...what a capable woman…'

He shoved the device back into his pocket before making his way towards the English woman. Once he had gotten there, she turned towards him, only for her to trip and fall into his arms.

"Oh," she gasped out, before finding her feet once again. "I'm soooo, sorry," she stuttered softly before her brown eyes glanced up to look into his own gray eyes. "You...you're…?"

"Bruce Wayne," he bowed towards the woman before him. "At your service."

"I...I'm Hermione Granger," she glanced around for a moment. "You're Wayne...as the man who owns this...mansion?"

"Yes," he smiled kindly towards the woman. "The very one." He glanced around the room, seeing that no one was looking towards them. "And you're the...doctor of the hour?"

Hermione smiled, as she glanced down towards the ground. "Yes," she then found her courage to look towards the man before her. "I had traveled around the world. Seeing children...whose parents couldn't afford the treatments. Of what has caused their sickness. I want to help them…"

Bruce nodded his head, "I can understand something like that." He had taken a deep breath. "I, for one, have grown up without parents from the age of eight. So I can see something like this...could help many love ones…"

"Thank you," she smiled. "I...I grew up knowing that life is the most precious thing to ever have…" Hermione looked towards the people around them. "I've seen enough death...in my life as I had grown up…"

Bruce gaped at her. "What kind of life had you had...Hermione," he asked in a whispered life.

A shiver ran down her spine, as she heard his deep baritone voice. Just the simple action of hearing her name was enough to think shady thoughts about the man before her.

"I saw too much death…" Hermione became pale, as every person she ever saw fell dead before her very eyes.

"Humm," an elder male sound came. "I'm sorry sir, ma'am. But the Medical Board from Gotham General have asked for your presence, Dr. Granger."

"Thank you, sir," her voice became kind. She then turned to Bruce again. "Thank you for use of your home, Mr. Wayne." She then walked away towards the platform to do her speech.

"Do you know her, Alfred?"

"Not much sir, but her parents were dentists back in England. She had gone to some boarding school in Scotland…"

"Alfred," Bruce gave his long time friend a look. "How could you know, when I could barely get any info on the woman?"

"Sir," the man gave a deep sound like growl. "She is my sister Helen's daughter…"

"No," gasped Bruce with disbelief. "The menacing haired girl...that Hermione?!"

"Yes, sir," the butler left the famed Wayne Billionaire behind, stuttering.

Hermione had made her way to the platform to face the crowd. "Hello, thank you for coming tonight. I am Dr. Hermione Granger, also known as, the wondering doctor…"

Causing many within the room to chuckle.

"I'm the head of ''Children's Miracle Christmas.' A foundation that aims to heal children by Christmas. Where they could go home to their families. My goal is to raise at least five hundred thousand, by the end of the night."

"What would this money do," asked a woman within the crowd.

"To provide medical aid and cure children!" Hermione glanced towards the woman. "For every ten thousand goes to each child…"

Many people had gasped or grumbled at the amount of money.

A man from Gotham General stepped forward and took the mic from Hermione. "Medical expenses are not cheep," the man growled out. "Besides...the money is going to all the hospitals in the area. Where there are fifty such children that need this donation to give them the proper medicine…"

"Excuse me, Dr. Jones," called Bruce. Making everyone turn towards him. "Why are gouging those families, when medicine could be cheaper!"

"Mi...Mister Wayne," stuttered the man on the stage. "Our medical staff...need to be paid...as well."

"And what about Dr. Granger's need to funding her research? Not just this Christmas healing for children. But also to find natural ways in healing the people," Bruce had gone on. He could see the anger from Dr. Jones, whom turned towards Hermione with a heated glare. "Don't bother asking her about what she had told me, it was hardly anything that I would have imagine."

Another doctor stepped forward. A woman stood next to Hermione with her hidden support. "What Dr. Jones hasn't told you, nor allowed Hermione to finish. Even with the knowing amount of money that would only allow fifty children to heal, but only within the area. But what you don't know is... We would be sending Hermione. With those same medical supplies to heal a hundred and fifty more children across the world…"

The people within the room spoke with one another before nodding their agreement. It seemed to be a better offer than what Dr. Jones had painted for them. Which was also something the Bruce would gladly stand behind with.

Bruce smiled as he spoke once again. "I would like to pose something for the Medical Board, as well as to Dr. Granger." He saw that he had gotten everyone's attention. "I would like to pose that whoever holds the largest donation to be granted access to seeing this cure in person."

He saw the anger behind Dr. Jones. He had heard many things from the doctor of many years to know that he was corrupted. All he had ever cared about was the money before caring for the patient. It was something that he enjoyed seeing the man in his place.

"How many of the top...donors are you talking about...Mr. Wayne?"

"I was thinking," he made a look as he had been given a big deal of thinking it over. "Five...along with the news. Plus, I would like to match the donation for every dollar given to the 'Children's Miracle Christmas'. To Dr. Hermione Granger for her funding own studies…"

Dr. Jones's eyes flashed, seeing the red. But it was Hermione that spoke with a warm hearted smile. "Agree."

"Dr. Granger, see here," Dr. Jones turned to her. "See reason…"

"No," she shook her head. "You're the one who had asked me not to tell anyone about my personal funding. As long as you were willing to help the local children. I agreed to that. But I never once told anyone about my own personal mission… Mr. Wayne came to that conclusion on his own." She smiled kindly to the man.

Bruce couldn't help smiling. Seeing the woman standing up for herself, with fire within her eyes. But the grace of a woman, who seemed to have an iron will. Her English sass was enough to put any man in their place. He took great fortune in seeing Dr. Jones in his place.

By the end of the night, Dr. Hermione Granger had raised up to nearly nine hundred thousand. Which Bruce Wayne had matched with his own money for her own private funding research. He marched up to her, once everyone had wished her a good night before most of the guests had left.

He stood next to her, once it was clear that they were the only two left within his manson. "Hermione," he purred her name softly. "I see that you'll have enough to provide the needed medical supplies to cure as many children as you can."

She turned towards Bruce with a smile of her own. "Thanks to you, Mr. Wayne. I wouldn't have the bonus helping the children across the world, if it weren't for you." Her eyes became unfocused. "So many...would need the help…"

"Alfred told me something interesting, Hermione." Which caused the young woman to look towards him with a raised eyebrow. "That you're the Hermione from my childhood. His sister, Helen's daughter, being you…"

Hermione took a deep breath. "It's been a while, Bruce." A shawl came out of nowhere and wrapped itself around her. She turned only to see the butler from before. "Thank you, uncle…Alfred."

"As always, my dear," he smiled kindly to her. "It was amusing that young Mr. Wayne didn't remember you…"

"To be fare, uncle Alfred. I didn't remember much of him either," she smiled kindly. She gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for arranging everything for me," she waved towards the posters around the room. "Didn't you do the same for my father…?"

"Yes," the butler chuckled softly. "George Granger was a man of many things. Being a dentist was beyond my understanding of him." His smile grew fonder, as his mind wandered to the past. "But his love for Helen and you, were something that I could understand… He was a great man, Hermione."

"He was," she smiled again. "Goodnight...to the both of you," she then left the men at the doorstep. Watching her leave the mansion grounds.

"Who was her father, Alfred," asked Bruce. Watching the woman, walk away.

"He was the Her Majesty's Secret Service," stated Alfred with every little emotion behind his words. "Serving most of his time behind enemy lines… Until he became a family man. He hung everything he knew and became a dentist."

Bruce turned to his old friend with a harsh look in his eyes. "Is that your wish, Alfred. For me to hang everything up...to become a family man like George?"

"Well," Alfred turned from the young man with a scowl across his face. "It wouldn't hurt...sir." As he walked away, leaving the man in question behind.

Bruce shivered as he heard his old friend's voice became harsh. He had known his butler's wish for him to have a family. But it wasn't in the cards, at least for the time being. He glanced out the door, only to see that the woman that plagued his mind was nowhere to be seen. Nor did he see any car taking her away.

Many questions ran through his mind. Each one, he couldn't find an answer to. He closed his massive doors. Leaving the hired help to clean up the mess that his guests had left behind.

Bruce made his way to the hidden caves under his estate. Only to sit behind his massive computer. He pressed a few more buttons upon the program that he had running. Only to see a younger image of Hermione Granger and her parents.

"What made you disappear...only to have a haunted past," he asked himself.