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Spells
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Ch. 2: Finding Family, telling the future/past.
Hermione woke suddenly as a black-haired witch shaking her roughly. "Is there a reason you woke me so rudely?" She demanded, narrowing her eyes at the somewhat familiar witch.
"Professor Slughorn told me to wake you, and have you report to his office once you are ready for the day." The other witch informed her in a neutral tone, narrowing her grey eyes at the sharp tone she was given from the new girl in their dorms.
"Oh, sorry for the snappy words, I have bad experiences with people shaking me awake. My name is Hermione Granger, may I get yours?" The time-traveling witch asked in a softer, more welcoming tone. She offered the hesitant teen a shy smile.
"Walburga Rosier." The answer surprised Hermione, recongnizing the name from Sirius's Family tree. "I am unfamiliar with the surname Granger, who are you related to?" The pureblood witch questioned, her eyes growing cool in worry that this new girl was a mudblood.
"I am born of at least one Squib, I am unsure if both parents were from magical backgrounds, however I was proclaimed the Heir of Rowena Ravenclaw by the Sorting Hat last night." Hermione answered honestly, her eyes taking in Sirius's mother as a fellow 5th year.
"Interesting, we should be going, Professor Slughorn dislikes tarty students." Walburga stated bluntly, turning around as Hermione dressed not noticing her having to transfigure her current robes styles to match those of the 1942 robes.
"I am ready." Hermione spoke softly, not touching the other girl, just incase the girl didn't react well to the action.
"Shall I escort you, as you are new to Hogwarts?" Walburga offered, her tone polite.
"That would be a wonderful kindness, thank you." Hermione accepted happily, a slight bounce to her step as they walked down to the Slytherin Common Room and out into the corrador in the dungeons. She let Walburga take the lead and couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped her mouth when she was led to the same Classroom Professor Snape used in her time.
"Is there something you find humorous?" The pureblood sniffed, thinking Hermione was giggling at her personally.
"Um, I had an accident with a time-turner in 1992, and my Potion's Professor used this as his classroom." Hermione explained softly, reassuring the pureblood.
"You are from the future?" Walburga demanded in awe and shock. "50 years from now?!" She exclaimed quietly.
"Yes, I even know your firstborn." Hermione giggled with a grin.
"How many children do I bare?" The soon-to-be Black asked excitedly.
"You bare Orion Black 2 children." Was the honest answer from Hermione before she knocks on the door to the classroom.
"Enter." A gentle male voice called out. Hermione opened the door and walked inside nervously.
"Professor Slughorn, I am Hermione Granger, your newest Slytherin." She introduced herself in a polite, confident tone. "I was told you requested my presence." She added when he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yes, Ms. Granger, I have your timetable here, and your classes will begin tomorrow morning. Today, as I was informed by both Headmaster Dippit and Slytherin Prefect Tom Riddle, I will oversee your brewing of the Legacy Potion." He stated sharply, looking down his nose at her with distain.
"Okay, Sir, when do you have time for me to do the potion?" Hermione asked, his sharp tone had been taken as a reprimand to her.
"I have everything you will require here, you may begin whenever you are ready." The Potion's Master informed her with a haughty tone. Hermione shot him an incredulous look as she gave the gathered items a critical glance.
"Sir, do you have any in better condition?" She asked, hesident to ask from his attitude so far.
"No." Horace snarled at her impertinant question. Hermione shot him a look of disbelief but turned back to the equipment offered with a sigh and pulled out her wand, shocking the Potion's Master.
"Reparo." She cast on the broken Cauldron, stirring rod, and mortar/pestle. Her spell made them glow before fixing them, Hermione smiled before casting again. "Acuite et fulgebunt quasi novi." (Sharpen and shine like new.) She watched as the knives suddenly were in perfect working order with a triumpant grin. Slughorn was shocked at her ability to use magic as she began reading the instructions for the potion. She motioned for the Professor to examine her work on repairing the instraments magically as she read. When he didn't say anything she began working on the potion, easily brewing it perfectly. Upon completing the potion, she stepped away so the Potion's Master could examine her work.
"Very well brewed, Ms. Granger, and a perfectly produced potion, bottle it all up and we can test it out." He complimented her with a genuine smile at her. "You also passed all my tests on your knowledge in Potions and Spells." He added with a playful wink at her as she finished bottleing the entire potion. He also noted that she didn't raise a hair when Tom and Walburga requested to join them for the results of the potion.
"It is fine with me, I don't care either way." Hermione assured them offhandedly. "I have 17 extra vials, Sir, what do you recomend I do with the extras?" She asked the professional.
"I would like 3 of them, and I suggest you sell the others." He answered her honestly. "It should rake in a great deal of gold for you." He admitted softly. Hermione nodded, and took on vial and opened it; looking over the instructions on how to use the potion. "It requires 14 drops of blood." He told her as he took the vial from her and poured it over some partchment as she picked up the only unused knife, having saved the blade for this very reason. She shocked them all when she didn't prick a fingertip like most would, instead she opened a long but shallow slice along her palm and then balling her bleeding hand into a fist, to better contain the amount of blood lost from the cut. She held her bloody hand over the partchment as they all counted the drops that fell onto the parchment, aloud.
"One, two, three, four, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14." As the last drop hit the partchment she jerked her hand away, allowing Tom to bind it for her.
"Thank you, Tom." She quietly offered the Prefect, as she looked at the results on the partchment. Gasping in shock as the names appeared, spelling out her heritiage. "I guess you are my Grandmum." She stated in shock to Walburga.
"Your father is from the Main branch of the House of Black, while your mother's was from the Main branch of the Denver House." Tom read aloud, following the lines to find the founder's name, and thus the connection it presented to the witch. "It is from your Mother's line that you have inherited the Title Lady Ravenclaw." Tom stated, pointing to where the Witch was presented on the partchment.
"I have a Squib son?" Walburga whined in disgust at the assumption.
"No, Regulus Black wasn't a Squib. He was rummored to be killed for betraying Voldemort, appearently he went into hiding instead." Hermione informed her grandmum in an absentminded tone. Suddenly realizing that Tom was Voldemort, Hermione's head snapped up to look at him in horror. "Bloody Hell." She whispered as her eyes became wide when she crossed gaizes with Tom. "Thank you for all your help, Professor Slughorn. I think I should go eat lunch, as I skipped breakfast this morning." She offered her Head of House a smile, not showing her apprehension to the older man. She waived her wand, silently casting several spells to gather the vials, partchment, as well as cleaning the equipment and station. She handed three vials to the Potion's Master and left the classroom in an unhurried pace. Once out of the Professor's line of sight, she rushed to an unused classroom, knowing Tom would confront her quickly.
"How do you know that name?" Tom snarled at her, slamming the door behind him, after pushing Walburga into the room as well. He flicked his wand, conjuring wards and locking the door at the same time, before turning his furious eyes on the time-traveler. Hermione used her own wand to write his full name in the air in her special blue flames before flicking it to rearange the letters to I AM LORD VOLDEMORT. The Prefect advanced on her, backing her into a wall as she tried to evade him.
"Your anagram is feared in my time, most refuse to speak it. Some of the main people on the 'Light' side know your true name, and only 2 people I know actually use it with you." She answered his question honestly. "Might I add that as the Leader of a Pureblood supremist, wishing to destroy all those with any non-magical ancestors, you being a half-blood, is kind of hippacritical?" She asked, swiftly ducking when he sent a stunning spell at her. "Guess not then." She muttered, flinching when he forewent using his wand and reached for her with his bare hand.
"You don't seem to truely fear me." He stated in wonder as he took her face into his hand and she didn't even try to escape his reach, simply closing her eyes in fear knowing he could cause her serious harm and she could do nothing to stop him.
"You aren't him, not yet at least." Hermione answered in a soft but firm voice. "You haven't killed anyone yet." She added as his grip on her face changed to him cupping her face gently.
"Tell me everything about the war and my side." He ordered her, drawing her face closer to his own. She gave him a 'do I look dumb to you?' look at his order.
"I would rather not become your first kill, so I will pass on that request." She answered him quickly, refusing to allow him to pull her face closer to him. He shot her a sexy smirk and simply brought his own face closer to her.
"I, Tom Marolvo Riddle, Lord Voldemort, Lord Slytherin, hereby swear on my life and magic to bring no serious harm to or make any attempt to kill, Hermione Jean Granger, Lady Ravenclaw. By my will, so mote it be." Tom Riddle whispered to her from inches away from her own face, his magic flaring brightly in acknowledgement of his vow. Hermione's look of shock at the openings his vow presented brought another smirk to his lips.
"You become the most powerful Dark Wizard of all time, the Leader of the Dark Side, and collect a huge following of purebloods, and magical creatures, to fight against the 'Light' Leader and the Headmaster during my time Albus Dumbledore. One of your main rivals is my best friend, a boy who is raised by abusive muggles and treated like a weapon by the Light. For some unknown reason to him, myself and our third counterpart, you attacked his parents October 31 1981, killing first his father, then his mother when she refused to step aside and let you kill her son. You send the Killing Curse at him, a 15 month old baby, and for an unexplained reason, the curse backfires on you, leaving a scar on his forhead and destroying your corprial form. Your spirit is still there, meaning you don't die, but you have to find a way to get a new body to finish the war." Hermione stated, keeping names out of it as much as she could. "After 13 years, you Possess the DADA professor in what is our first year, your target the Philosipher's Stone. I will not tell you how, as I don't know all the details, but you are forced to retreat and recover your strength." She stated, pausing because she knew he would demand more details.
"What details do you know?" He demanded harshly. She flinched at the memory and swallowed hard.
"It is placed in an object that is very difficult to reach, several traps-one from several different Professors- stand between the original room and the final area it is located in. I would say it is a difficult set of traps but 3 first years manage to get past them with realitive ease." She answered bluntly, still managing to be vague with the details. He shot her a glare, but didn't press the issue. "My second year, one of your followers slips your diary into the cauldron of the youngest child of the family that he is in a blood-fued with, trying to destroy the family and bring you back at the same time. Needless to say the Chamber is opened, and the monster released upon the school. My friend is accused of the events, and it is only when the child given the diary is taken into the Chamber that he and our other friend go to stop everything. Again, I don't have all the facts but the bare bones of what I was told by my friend, your diary holds a memory of you, and uses the child to bring itself-therefore you- back to life. Seeing my friend and knowing only that he is the reason for your demise- for lack of a better word- he sets the monster on my friend. My friend runs around trying to escape the monster, and eventually pulls the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat- said hat delivered via pheonix- and stabs the monster through the top of its head from the mouth. When he pulls the Sword out one of the monster's fangs is lodged in his arm, and your diary's memory taunts him about the deadly venom now coursing through his veins, holding my friend's wand. Realizing that the Memory is linked to the diary he stabs the fang into the diary and destroys the memory, saving the child it was draining and the phoenix heals him." Hermione stated only the facts as she knows them.
"Why didn't you go with your friends that time?" Tom asked her. "Where were you?"
"I was one of the student's attacked." She admits to him bluntly. His gasp of shock makes her roll her eyes. "Third year had nothing to do with you, so I will simply state that one of your followers is revealed and seeks you out after getting exposed to my friend." Hermione pointed out, tone saying to leave the subject alone. "Fourth year we had the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and you send one of your followers undercover at the school and use the Tournament to your advantage, making my friend's name come out as a fourth champion, and using him to regain a body- not your best look- and I wouldn't be able to tell you much that year's 'great battle' as I was at school and your encounter was nowhere near Hogwarts. This year has been a mess as well, our DADA Professor didn't permit us to use any magic, stating that the theory was all that was needed to know for the OWLs and practical would be first time we cast the spells we learned this year." She stated sadly, her eyes becoming shadowed at her memories from her time.
"Wait, you used the past tense for your fifth year, and yet here it is the first term here, so how far were you?" Tom demanded sharply.
"We were in our last month of school." Hermione answered honestly. "To keep from failing our OWLs, my friends and I started a club to learn the spells we were forbidden to use, for the minister's fear of the Headmaster using the student's as an army against him. We were caught and I was running down a staircase, trying to use my time-turner to prevent our club's discovery and trip- shattering said time-turner- and arriving in this time." She finished her tale, looking down at the floor.
"You didn't say names." He pointed out to her.
"To name them makes them targets before it is time for the events to happen, and that would change your future thusly changing my past, and possibly preventing my being here." Hermione stated her reasonings to the Dark Wizard in making. Her emotions in an uproar, because she was falling for Tom Riddle. The man that killed her friend's parents, targeted her as well, and she was falling in love with him.
"I understand your reasonings, even if I don't want to accept them." Tom answered, and as she was visably contemplating his words, he leaned forward and kissed softly on her lips. "So we should go to lunch." He stated as she blinked in shock at his actions before flicking his wand to drop the wards and unlock the door, and rushing out of the classroom before she could react to his kiss.
"Don't toy with me, RIDDLE!" She shouted after his fleeting back, grimancing at his laugh echoing back at her.
"So, that is some tale." Walburga stated, speaking for the first time since she had entered the room. She laughed at the former Gryffindor's glaring face.
"I can't believe he kissed me." Hermione moaned, her expression changing to a pout. "The guy that has tried to kill my best friend and anyone that stands beside him, just kissed me!" She stated, pout dissolving into confusion. "He as been after us since first year." She added in a whisper.
"So his attraction to you now, leads to his actions towards you in the future?" Walburga suggested to her granddaughter with a shrug.
"Thinking about this will only give us headaches, let's drop it and go eat before lunch is over." Hermione advised wisely, allowing the other witch to lead the way to the Great Hall.