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The Mystery

Hermione, whose daughter, whose family? Not even Draco, her now good friend and confidant knew, "Yes, she found some old things not sure what, and there is the story of how she was dropped by an angel."

Since the story went back centuries, it would be virtually impossible to even imagine the truth. Hermione was amongst them not because of an angel, but because of time displacement. Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw were Hermione's parents, but could have guessed?

Meet the Family-

-Rowena: The Heartbroken Witch

Rowena could no longer conceal her pregnancy. She just hated him for pretending to love his insipid, much too old wife, and for hurting her.

"I have not bled for four cycles," she whispered before he withdrew. She knew that his conscience would start working as soon as he rolled to the side. It was always like that, since the day less than just a couple months before, when he went away with Helga and came back with a wife.

"What are you planning to do? Maybe, well, hmm, it is time you accept Prince's proposal, he is wealthy and in love." His words were killing her.

"I marry him and continue being your whore?" Her voice was bitter.

"We must keep the school's unity and appearances. You walked into this with your eyes open." He felt as much pain as she did, but the school was more important than all of them put together.

His wife was Helga's niece, and he well knew that it would bring disunity, Helga would see to it. Gurundia was the daughter of Helga's very wealthy older brother; who bought a young, powerful husband for his elder daughter. Her dowry was big, and they could use it for the construction effort.

"Think, you could choose him, or there are the Black brothers, or a rich Malefeu, or one of the Norman lords, a Lestrange. Anyone would be good. And of course, Salazar has always wanted you."

"Stop it, I hear you. Pretend you never heard this from me and return my warding token."

"Love, no need to do that, I will be here for you. It is only for appearance's sake." He regretted his rushed words and was already missing her. What was he doing giving her ideas? But she needed a protector, or he could do that or maybe not.

"No, you are running back to her, and in the morning she will be reeking of your seed as she walks by me. She doesn't clean and moves right next to me. Moreover, she tells Helga how you would not let her sleep and how passionate you were. You do it when you leave me, every time. Go and stay gone. I will not trouble you, my lord."

The months went by. Rowena was growing large, and her movements were slow. She decided to pretend a sickness and got ready for her confinement. Rowena found the right place in the dungeons to deliver the child. Godric was watching her like a hawk; his heart was broken to see her struggle, but she wouldn't allow him near.

She had been walking with several suitors, each made him sicker than the others, and he wanted to be free to be with her. They all guessed she was with child, but all wished a powerful witch; two offered her triads, but she turned them all down.

He wanted to terminate the marriage, but Helga who hated Rowena because Salazar favored the young witch, tried to hurt her. "If you break your union, I will take my share away."

Astute Salazar had lusted after Rowena for the longest time; he had been following her and also knew of her pregnancy. He was against her birthing a child by Godric. Sooner or later the regret would set in, and Godric seeing the child daily, would run to get Rowena back; thus the child would be an obstacle for his plans; his plans to get her.

Salazar followed her whenever he could. When he had the chance, he gave her a compulsion, she was to set her birthing room in the room where he had set the Vortex of Time. He had found the old stone during his studies. It craved young life to play with and to taste, so this suited him.

Rowena was being assisted in her delivery, it was several weeks early. She was crying for her Godric, who was a coward hiding steps away. Salazar was watching him with a sarcastic smirk, the arse, he had the choice of an excellent filet, and instead, he chose a leathery old shoe; his wife was many years her senior, plain and mean, but had brought a large dowry, the idiot. Had she called for him, Salazar, no wife, nobody could have stopped him, no one.

When Salazar knew that it was over, he marked the child so could find her later, for whatever reason he should need to. He never left important things to chance. For a moment after the babe was born, he felt a call, a longing, "My angel, my love, I feel thee," Salazar whispered.

Yes, it was Rowena calling to him, she just didn't want to accept it. That night, he had nightmares, of running in a dark tunnel and finding a grave at the end. He woke up sweating and dismissing it as nonsense. That same dream haunted Salazar over the years to come.

In the birthing room, Rowena held the precious bundle, "My baby, my sweet girl." Their love had made her, "I love thee, my sweet Hermione." The old elf Honi covered the mother and child and left them to rest.

One of the elves, Tomi, would deliver her baby safely to her aunt. Too bad that Rowena failed to see the small vortex in one corner, already visible if you looked hard enough. It had seen the child, and only followed Salazar's instructions because it suited its mood and its purposes, entertainment and the feel of a young life. It liked a good play with love, intrigue, etc., a living drama, a drama with human actors in real time.

In the morning a mournful scream woke up the elf. The baby was gone.

England-19 Sept 1979

Frank Granger heard a mewling noise right outside the door. A kitten? He opened the door and saw a sheep skin swaddle. When he picked up and looked inside..."Jean, Jean, darling, come out." His voice sounded joyful.

The older couple had been trying for years to have a child of their own, and an angel must have dropped the precious babe. Around her tiny neck, she wore a chain with a large medallion, much too heavy for such a small child. The medallion was engraved with two linked letters an R and a G, in old English script. The linen wrap had a name embroidered in fancy script, Hermione. They put it away; it was a day of joy, now they had a baby to love, her name was Hermione Granger.

A mother's sorrow

The days that followed were the worse, her baby, who had taken her?

Godric approached her. The baby had disappeared, he'd heard, and it was impossible. He'd warded her door, and the only ones that could enter were the trusted elves or himself.

"Rowena, I must confess, I was at your door all night," he explained the rest.

"It is not possible, you are lying, and you stole my child." She was hysterical, he offered to take Veritaserum, and she accepted. Nothing, it had not been him.

They looked at the room, the stone had been removed. No indication of magic, nothing.

Salazar was not a monster. He had sent the child forward in the future, along with a spell to find a suitable family. He made sure the parents would be wealthy Muggles longing for a child.

To insert his touch, he made a condition, for the parents to be descendants of one of their loyal Muggle servants. This was done in order to set a link, just in case that he'd ever need to find her, in case that something went wrong. He also added a spell, a homing device of sorts, a one time deal, extra insurance. Regardless, the feeling of unease remained for weeks; he couldn't shake it. He even considered trying to find the baby and giving it back.

Rowena accepted one of her suitors, she wanted another child, and within 11 months she birthed another girl. Sadly, Rowena couldn't love the child properly because something inside longed for her lost love child. She knew it, she would go to the ends of the earth to be with her.

Little by little she figured out the riddle, someone, probably Salazar, had taken her. Where and how she didn't know.

Her daughter was killed by Malfeu, the baron who had pursued Rowena. Later, he'd become obsessed with her daughter, and when he couldn't have her, he murdered her. Now, Rowena felt totally heartbroken and thought that she had nothing left to live for.

Meanwhile, Godric longed for Rowena; and his only wish was for Rowena's happiness. He only wanted her and wanted to send his wife to hell; the wife he had grown to hate. Gerundia was empty-headed, mean, and greedy, and she lived to outshine everyone else; besides she was not even comely. Her pleasant plumpness had turned into folds of fat. Their children were like her, spoiled, mean and not too smart.

He should have broken their union at the start and had finally decided to do so. He felt nothing for her and still couldn't figure out why he had tupped her so often? She was disgusting.

One day, while she was eating alone, she choked. No, she wasn't eating, more like gorging herself with two roasted chickens and meat pies when she swallowed an entire bone. So it was, he was now a widower.

Rowena and Godric became lovers when they were 16 and were 18 when they had their daughter, and now they were shy of 40. Not that either one looked their age, their magic and activity kept them young and vital.

Godric decided that it was time to find their daughter and bring her to Rowena. And hopefully, he would win Rowena back into his life and into his arms. Hence, with his studies and the help of an astute elf, Gryffindor followed Salazar's every move, and finally figured out what he had done that night 22 years before.

Salazar was totally immersed in the studies of the dark arts and had become unbearable. Rowena's continued rejection made him angry, and he only lived to make her life miserable.

Out spite and hoping to make her jealous, he married a young witch, Gaunt was her name. Her parents, rich barons, had made it a condition that their first male born was to be named Gaunt. They were the law of the land, and pretty much could do what they wanted. And so it was.

One day, he was angry over a new rejection and worried that Gryffindor was now free and he wasn't, he sent a curse over the stone, the target was Rowena's daughter.

The mark, a magical imprint, helped the spell locate her; the branded stamp was his insurance from that day long ago. Besides other things, the magical mark was a one-time homing device.

Once he completed the complex spell, he said aloud, "Why should Gryffindor have descendants in the future?" And thought, why risk that the stubborn fool finds her and gets Rowena? Ready, Salazar Slytherin laughed maliciously. Unfortunately, he was seen when he'd performed the spell.

Some days after, Salazar had to go to the continent and during his absence, the couple searched thought his manuscripts. They made calculations based on Salazar's annotations and had the approximate year. Hoping to slow him down, they destroyed most of Salazar's work related to the vortex but not quite. They needed time to get away, and didn't want him to realize their deed too quickly.

They dressed in the plainest of robes, still too ornate as they'd find out. They took two large pouches full of gold bullion, jewels, and precious gems of the size of a robin's egg, a veritable fortune. They packed their writings, and their tools, and shrunk all their bags to the size of two small bags, to be secured next to their bodies, and prepared to travel.

He'd shaved all facial hair and braided his hair, and wore a hooded over-robe. Rowena also braided her hair and wore a similar robe. They wanted to be as concealed and as inconspicuous as possible.

Their two most trusted house-elves, Tomi and Honi, wanted to come along. That presented a problem, so they accepted to be made into small tin figures until they had a place to settle down

The idea had its merits, so they did the same with a couple of their magical pets and their best brooms. They placed them in lockets and hung them on the thick chains around their necks.

They stood by the Vortex and started their journey. After deliberating, Rowena and Godric left their thread of the vortex open, not knowing if they would ever come back, but just in case they would be able to do so. They just didn't care, the school was established, and all they wanted was their daughter and a chance for happiness.

The Vortex watched them, what an entertaining story and the microscopic soul bits were so delicious.