Hermione's True Destiny.
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or History. Also note that while under The Tudors it is written with Eric Bana as Henry VIII.
Hope you all enjoy it.
Prologue
Hermione Granger failed to pay any attention as to what was on the shelves of the room she and her friends Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom were in, but if she had been able to catch a quick glance at one of the labels then Hermione would have known that they were in a room that housed items to do with time and ageing. But then again, when you are hiding from Death Eaters who want you dead, you don't really pay much attention to what's around you. Just what might be in your way.
Unfortunately for Hermione, there had been no time to hide before a Death Eater called Dolohov entered the room.
"Stay still you little Mudblood bitch!" Dolohov shouted.
"Hermione!" Harry Potter's voice called out, she could hear the guilt in his voice.
"POTTER'S HERE!" Dolohov began to shout.
Hermione's eyes widened in fear and she acted quickly.
"Silencio." Hermione spat out. There was no way the remaining Death Eaters were going to find them. Not easily, anyway.
Hermione was on the verge of sighing in relief that she had silenced Dolohov, but her relief was short lived as she saw a purple flame shoot out from Dolohov's wand.
"Oh..." Hermione gasped out in shock, before stumbling backwards. Before she blacked out, Hermione vaguely remembered hitting something behind her and the feeling of a powder of some kind covering her from above.
"HERMIONE!" Harry's horrified voice sounded like it was coming from far away
The horrified expressions of her friends faces was the last thing Hermione Granger saw before blacking out completely and falling sideways.
England, 1520
Sir Thomas More was walking the grounds of his family home, he had originally took this walk to think of something, anything but the events that were taking place at Court. But it proved a futile attempt as still, his worries for the young King continued to swarm his mind.
How was he, an advisor and former tutor to the King of England, supposed to keep said King from making a mistake that could be fatal to both himself and his Kingdom? Buckingham's views were no secret within Court and beyond and it made the King highly volatile. Thomas could only hope that the King was supposed to come visit Thomas and his family soon that Thomas would be able to sooth the King somehow. For there was no way Thomas would be able to come up with peaceful solution to this situation by then.
Thomas More, so lost in his thoughts, failed to notice a growing pool of blood on his lawn, until he slipped in it that is. As Thomas began to sit up, it was through the simple act of raising his hand to rub it over his face that alerted him to the blood. He felt his own blood drain from his face as he began to look for the source. Once he located the cause, the horror that consumed him was like nothing he had ever felt before.
For there before him was a young woman, lying next to an Oak tree with her chest pouring with blood.
"My God!" Thomas choked in terror.
Scrambling to his feet, Thomas removed his cloak and pressed it to the young woman's chest the second he reached her.
The sound of laughter soon caught his attention, two men at the very least, and Thomas did not hesitate.
"ATTACK!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
The laughter came to a chilling halt at his scream.
"HELP ME!" Thomas continued "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" Thomas bellowed, as tears began to fall down his face while he frantically tried to stem the flow of blood from the young maiden's wounds
The sound of running broke through the pounding in his ears and when he sensed their arrival, he did not need to look at them to know they to were horrified by what they were seeing.
"My God! William, you are far quicker than I, run to the village with haste, get all whom know of medicine. QUICKLY!" One of the new arrivals ordered.
One of the men soon took off running again, this time in the direction of the village, while the elder one knelt down beside Thomas.
"Here, Sir. Add this to her wound, your cloak is soaked through." The same voice told him as he added what was clearly newly bought cloth to the young woman's wound. He was an older man, far older than Thomas and he could tell by simply glancing at this man that he had seen battle. But there was still the look of horror and rage burning in the older gentleman's eyes.
"What evil would did this?" He asked, though Thomas knew he was not expecting an answer. Not from him, at least.
Thomas will never be able to say with certainty how long they were there for, crouched in front of this dying young woman trying to save her life, but what he would be able to say. What he would be able to say however that this day was the trigger for a change in his temperamental King.
A change for the better.
A/N: Undergone some editing and extending.