Title: Mercy Darkness
Categories: Batman Begins/The Dark Knight/Harry Potter and a little bit of Starkid..
Pairings: Bruce Wayne/Hermione Granger
Summary: When Hermione comes to visit her Grandfather Alfred, she meets the mysterious Bruce Wayne and soon enough sparks fly. But a new villain is in town and he is about to tear these two apart with their darkest secrets yet. Takes place after The Dark Knight/Deathly Hallows.
Note: Thank you to everyone who has kindly reviewed, favourited etc my story so far! I am so surprised. I think we should all reunite..:3 Also, I am starting my final exams this month and they won't finish until next month so updates may be a little slow, so thank you all for your patience!
Follow your common sense,
You cannot hide yourself,
Behind a fairytale forever and ever
Only by revealing the whole truth can we disclose
The soul of this bulwark forever and ever
Forever and ever
Epica-Cry For The Moon
After helping her Grandfather finishing up the last details for Bruce's party tonight (speeding up the process by using magic which amused her grandfather a great deal), they were more than ready to go for there pick nick.
Alfred drove them to Gotham's park and they found a spot which overlooked the lake and they watched the young children feeding the never ending queue of ducks.
"There is something on your mind Hermione," Alfred began after they sat in comfortable silence. "What's troubling you?"
Hermione wearily glanced around and made sure no one was watching and using wandless magic, she casts a silence charm around them. Alfred looked at her confused.
"I don't want anyone over hearing our conversation," Hermione assured him. "Muggles-Non magical people- are not supposed to know of our world. You however count because you're my Grandfather," Alfred smiled at that and placed his hand on top of Hermione's.
"Hermione whatever is troubling you, your secrets will be safe with me." He replied, looking very serious and Hermione gave him a smile, knowing that he would.
That was when she told him everything from start till finish. She even showed him the scar that Bellatrix Lestrange gave her and explained the term Mudblood to him, which he looked absolutely horrified and the moment he knew the truth about his daughter death, the look on his face nearly broke Hermione's heart.
"The war...is it over now?" Alfred solemnly asked, his eyes showing concern.
"Yes, it is all over now. My side has won, thank Merlin for that," She said.
"Hermione I'm so sorry at what you had to go through, and if that Lestrange woman wasn't all ready dead, I would of hunted her down and killed her myself," That was the first time Hermione had ever heard of her Grandfather speak ill of someone. In all the years that she has known Alfred, her grandfather had never spoken ill of anybody, but then again, this was Bellatrix Lestrange that they were talking about.
"Grandfather don't speak like that. If you murdered her, that makes you know better than her," She gave him a knowing look.
"You're right Hermione. I'm not a murder, we have plenty of them in Gotham," He gave a harsh laugh before giving his only Granddaughter a hug. "I know we haven't been in touch recently and I have always wondered why Jean has never replied back to my messages in the last year but now I know why,"
Hermione hung her head in shame. "I'm sorry about that Grandfather, it was hard enough wiping their memories of us and even harder with them dying without them knowing who they truly were," She held back her tears that were threatening to come out. She will not cry, she has had enough with crying.
"Don't blame yourself Hermione, it was for protection and you knew it. You are a very brace girl fighting on the front line in the mist of the wizarding war. I want you to know that I am so very proud of you," Alfred gave Hermione another tight hug and she seemed to have melted in his embrace. "Now, it's nearly time to go. Let's get you sorted for tonight's party,"
They drove back to Bruce's house, both singing along to some classical muggle tunes that Hermione hasn't listened to since she was a little girl but the lyrics came back to her as though they were an old friend and she didn't care for the fact that she might look like a mad person singing along.
"Why is Bruce having a party anyway?" Hermione asked curiously. "I know he's a billionaire and it's his house, but I'm just curious,"
Alfred laughed as they took the pick nick basket into the kitchen. "It's too keep up his reputation mainly. Plus he just likes to show off," Hermione laughed.
"Sounds very like someone I know," Hermione smiled.
"Who?"
"There was this boy called Draco Malfoy at my school, he used to pick on me because he was richer and pureblood but he did have a reputation before the war to throw party's for his house mates. But we're even now after me and my friends saved his backside," She gave her grandfather a wicked grin and he laughed good heartedly.
"Hermione my dear, you never cease to amaze me. Now go and get ready, Master Bruce hasn't had the chance to see you dress up," At this, Hermione blushed.
"Alfred!" She cried in mock disbelief. "Are you trying to set me up? I barely know the man!"
He shrugged before shoving her out of the room and leading her to her bedroom and before she could say another word, Alfred left her standing out side her bedroom door. She huffed and rolled her eyes. It was typical of her Grandfather, she thought. He tried to set her up with some of the local boys in her neighbourhood when she was little but that had turned out down right awful.
However, she did had to admit Bruce Wayne was very nice to look at. Hermione had never had any time for romancel, the furthest she got was kissing Viktor Krum and Ron Weasley- one who couldn't pronounce her name and one who had died fighting.
Would I ever be able to find love? She mused. After all, she was nearly twenty years old and she hoped that she wasn't going to remain single forever and become the crazy cat lady next door to a poor old muggle.
But who would love a bossy-know-it-all? She scoffed as she went to the bathroom, running the taps and taking off her clothes. Who would love a woman with war scars on her arm?
She sighed and stepped into the warm bath, hissing when her scars met the boiling water and she washed herself, using both magical and muggle cleaning products alike and got out of the bath when she felt herself going prune-skin.
She cast a quick drying spell over her hair, thanking magic that was able tame her wild hair before picking out to a dress to wear for the evening.
She didn't want to wear anything that was to close to the wizarding world, but she did not know bruce well at all, she wanted something that would make him seem to her that she was just not Alfred's granddaughter. But from what she had heard from her grandfather- he was a respected man in many terms.
Hermione decided to go for a navy blue dress that had a faux wrap lace bodice with and a scalloped trip with a sash and picked up a matching shawl just in case she got cold. She nodded in approval and put it on before grabbing her evening bag and packed her wand inside it when she heard a knock on the door.
"Hermione are you ready? The guests are beginning to arrive and Master Bruce would not like you to miss the fun," Alfred called and Hermione grinned before carefully picking her way through the room-still not quite used to the height of high heels.
"I'm ready," She called and took Alfred by the arm, locking the door behind her. Alfred beamed at her.
"Let's get this party started," He said and led her in the direction towards the noise while Hermione was trying to keep her cool all the same.
