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Call of the Phoenix

Ch8: Knowledge and the Price of Hermione's Fury


Rasgos sat down on her mother's bed, looking at the book in hand. She wants me to stay here…she doesn't want me to take my position as the Lady of Darkness? To denounce my title, where would that leave father? What would happen to me? She looked up and saw a mirror appear before her, a mirror that was taller than she was and wrapped with gold metal with words etched across the arch. Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

She bit her lip and looked into the mirror. It showed her reflection, as she was. She was wearing her celestial black robes, her hair was spiked in many directions, some unruly and curly and others straighter than an arrow. She sat on a thrown, and gazing out the window lazily, as her right hand held up her chin and her left was dangled off the arm of the chair. Lady of Darkness...

Rasgos wondered what she was looking at in the mirror and the image phased into a completely different image. What is this…thing? She wondered as she saw herself in black billowing robes, running down of the various hallways of Hogwarts, chasing or fleeing she did not know and when her image came all the more clear she noticed she no longer had two violet eyes; her left remained violet but her right had changed into a lovely shade of hazel green. She also noticed she had light blemishes all over her face…the gods have cursed me…

Rasgos covered her face, as if the reflection had shown the truth. What is this magic? She continued to watch her image as it ran past the viewfinder of the mirror and the images phased out.

Dumbledore coughed, and Rasgos spun to face him. "I'm sorry." was her first response when she saw the man standing there, but he did not give a reply. He stood there a moment before he approached the bed. "I'll leave if you need me too."

"Oh no…Don't go. She was a very remarkable witch, Miss Prata." Dumbledore said softly as he looked to her. "It surprised me when you came here, and you were almost a mirror image of the woman from my past…" When he saw doubt in her eyes, he only smiled. "Ok, not exactly 'mirror image' but I can see similarities" he found himself stopping when he noticed her blushing.

"So you knew my mother? I didn't know much of her I was really small when she left…father never told me what happened…" She held up her mother's diary. "Is it alright, if I took this with me?"

"By all means, it did once belong to your mother" There was a pregnant pause before he continued. "Although it was a few decades ago, I doubt she wanted it to stay a piece of Hogwarts Missing History." his blue hues sparkled as he watched her pocket the book. "What bewilders me is your age…"

"That is because time travels differently in Silver and my mother was as you say...a witch." She scrunched up her nose s she shook her head from left to right. "I am not a witch, although you will try to convince me otherwise." She raised her hand as she walked towards him, stopping his objections. "I am what my father made me. My mother says I can denounce my title and become a part of this world….but is it worth the cost?" she sighed as she stopped standing next to him, her head turned to face his.

"Your mother feared your father more than she feared the previous Dark Lord." Although his statement was true, she sensed he was hiding something from her. "She had been one of the key elements in destroying the Dark Lord known as Grendelwald." He spoke softly as he stepped aside and faced her. "She died a few years after his defeat, she wasn't that old when it came to wizard standards…or so I had assumed... She aged quite rapidly after the defeat of Grendelwald. It was heart breaking to watch such a remarkable woman wither away before our eyes…we could do nothing to stop it."

"She died?" Rasgos closed her eyes; Of course she would be dead, father would have saw to that. She thought as she ran through the door rather than out it, tears tumbling down her cheeks.


Harry Potter was leaning against the wall outside the Defense against the Dark Arts class, after he had been thoroughly thrown out by Snape. His green eyes lingered on the floor as he waited for his friends to come out. Hermione was the first person out, she quickly grabbed Harry by the ear, and his whining did not stop her from dragging him down the hallway screaming into his ear. "HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW DARE YOU! HOW COULD YOU DISRESPECT PROFESSOR SNAPE SO PROFUSELY?" she paused as she ran out of breathe in her tirade.

"Mione…stop your hurting him." Ron pulled his way through the crowds of students who were standing by watching Hermione's hair start to spark with blue bolts as she continued to scream in Harry's ear as he tried to get out of the classroom alone.

"HE DESERVES IT!" She was her comeback, as she pulled Harry closer to her. "Do you know what lengths he goes through to keep you safe Harry?" she whispered in his ear, before she began to shout again. "OF COURSE NOT, YOU ARE BLIND TO THE REALITY OF THE SITUATION!" Then she added in a harsher whispered tone. "Have you learned nothing of Sirius? Or do you blame him for your Godfather's death? Huh Harry?" she cursed as she slammed him to the wall.

"Oo…Granger, why don't you use those moves on me?" Malfoy's crew sniggered in the background as they watched Hermione's onslaught on Potter, her eyes raging fires as she shot them a vile look.

"Shut it Malfoy or I'll show the whole school how I got you in third year!" she shouted back and returned her fiery gaze back on Harry. "What nerve Harry James Potter?" She scolded him and Ron finally made it out of the classroom and quickly squeezed through the gathering crowd of students that stampeded their way to see Hermione's fury.

"A-hem," a clear cough came from behind the students, who soon dashed in all directions. "As touching as this scene is, Miss Granger…I think you should unhand Potter and get to your next class." Snape sneered as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at the only two students left, besides Ronald Weasley who was standing behind Snape lifting up his hands in a 'I didn't know what to do' type gesture.

Hermione blushed as she let go of Potter's ear, and her electrified hair gave its last spark when she turned to her professor. "Sorry Professor Snape. I just-" He cut her off.

"No excuses Miss Granger, 45 points from Gryffindor. Now get out of my sight," he nearly shouted at the three of them, but more so at Potter then anything. He watched them as they fled down the corridor. He shook his head. Why on earth did she try to defend me…of all people? He thought as he walked back into his classroom, shutting the door behind him.


Author's Notation:

Some minor editing, some minor plot change, and new ideas are popping up for future chapters. I hope you enjoy! READ&REVIEW!

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