A/N: Finally, the 11th chapter of this story. Sorry for the late update, things are hectic here at the moment with my final semester and a few weeks to go before my final exam. I want to say thank you for my beta JustPretend2 for you amazing help with this story and my other story as well, you're life saver.

Disclaimers: HP and Covenant are still not mine =(


Chapter 11: The Story of the Past

Hermione looked at her guests, it seemed they could hardly wait to hear what she had to say about the Wizarding World and the war she had been talking about. It was difficult for her, but it didn't matter if she didn't want them to lose their trust in her. Taking a deep breath, she spoke.

"I think it's better if I start from the beginning. The witches and wizards all over the world live in their own community called the Wizarding World, where we separated ourselves from the main society, which is where we are right now, by magic. Unlike the Warlock, witches and wizards chose to stay amongst themselves in hiding, though a few in the non-magical community know about us. I don't know about America, but in England the people in the Wizarding world are slowly accepting part of the normal world. At one point, the witches and wizards were quite... biased against muggles and their technology."

"Muggle? What is that?" Tyler asked.

"It means non-magical people," Reid answered. Hermione nodded her head while the rest looked at him in surprise.

"I'm a muggleborn witch. My parents were muggles, both were dentists," Hermione said. She choked with tears of sadness. She really missed her parents and that bitch, Bellatrix, took their lives away.

"What happened then?" Pogue asked as Hermione tried to refrain from crying.

"Once, there was a wizard who hated muggleborn witches and wizards. He believed the Wizarding World belonged to the purebloods, those from a family with generations of magic users. This wizard called himself Lord Voldemort, though his real name was Tom Riddle. He hated people like me and gathered followers who shared the same belief, all of them were pureblood or half-blood. Not all purebloods shared the same beliefs as Voldemort, though. My friend, Harry Potter, his parents were killed when he was only a year old. His father was a pureblood and his mother a muggleborn, making him a half-blood. Harry was supposed to be killed along with his parents, but somehow the killing curse the Dark Lord shot at him rebounded, destroying the Dark Lord instead, but not killing him."

Caleb, Tyler and Pogue looked terrified while Reid hung his head in anger. Even though he had heard this before, it still brought up the same feeling in him. The four Sons never thought such prejudice existed in the world, just because of the differences in blood. None of them spoke while Hermione struggled to continue.

"Harry was sent to live with his aunt, his mother's sister, and her family. He lived a horrible life there because they hated magic. When he was eleven, he received his Howarts letter, though he had no idea he was a wizard. He told me once that his aunt and uncle kept that secret from him. I, too, didn't know that I was a witch until my teacher, Professor McGonagall, came to my house one day and informed us. You can imagine how my parents reacted to the news." Hermione let out a sad chuckle at the mention of her parents.

"Hogwarts is a magnificent school and there I met both Harry and Ron, my best friends and brothers. Neither liked me at first because I was a bossy know-it-all, that's what they called me, but after the troll incident, we became best friends. There are four houses in Howarts – Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Harry, Ron, and I are Gryffindors. There, we learned about magic, charms, potions, transfiguration and such. There's even a sport that's famous amongst witches and wizards, though I'm not very fond of it, called quidditch."

"Quidditch? What kind of sport is that?" Tyler wondered.

"Quidditch is a sport played on brooms. There are seven players on each team. There's the keeper, two beaters, three chasers, and one seeker, and each have their own part in the game. There's the snitch, a little golden ball with wings, very sneaky and very fast, and it's up to the seeker to find it. There's a quaffle,, and it's the chasers' duty to throw the quaffle into the loops in order to score a goal. The beaters protect the chasers and other players from being hit with bludgers, nasty balls those are, used by the opponents to knock you off your broom. Finally, the keeper protects the hoops, just like a goalkeeper. It's sort of like soccer for the normal world. Like I said, I'm not really fond of the game, but since Harry, Ron, Ginny, that's Ron's younger sister, and the twins Fred and George, who are Ron's older brothers, were on the Gryffindor quidditch team, I ended up watching to support them. Harry was a seeker, in fact he was the youngest on the team in a hundred years. He joined first year, and he has a natural talent for it. Ron joined the team in our fifth year as a keeper and Ginny became chaser the same year our Headmaster died. The twins, who were about two years ahead of us, were both beaters until they left Hogwarts. Our lives were always full of adventures, starting from our very first year at Hogwarts, since Voldemort and his followers were constantly trying to kill or capture Harry."

"Wow... sounds like you had a hard time back there," said Pogue. Hermione could only shake her head.

"Not quite, we all had our fun times and sad times. We were there for each other, and even though there are some who tried to break our spirit, we never gave up. Our second year is where I was pretrified by a basilisk. I was lucky to only see its eyes in a mirror, otherwise I'd be dead. Harry and Ron went off to fight the basilisk in order to save Ginny, who had been taken down to the Chamber of Secrets and left to die. Harry was able to retrieve the Sword of Gryffindor and use it to kill the giant snake. Our third year, we had a teacher who turned out to have lycanthropy, and that same year, we had to face an escaped murderer, Sirius Black, who also turned out to be Harry's Godfather- He was charged with killing thirteen muggles and was the one who betrayed the location of Harry and his parents, which led to their deaths. Only thing was, he was innocent. He hadn't killed those muggles and he was never the Secret Keeper for the Potters. It was so sad when we found out the truth. Sirius and Professor Lupin, he's Teddy's real father, were searching for the real traitor."

The three men looked at her, having never thought the innocent girl in front of them had such a terrible life before. This was a lot worse than facing Chance, this involved a lot of people with more complicated situations, unlike theirs. They watched her walk towards the magical photos hanging on the wall, letting her tears fall. She pointed out a picture of a group of people, which included her, all smiling happily.

"This is Harry, and this is Ron, and the girl next to him is Ginny. The one in the back over there is Sirius, and this is Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks, they were Teddy's parents, and these..." Hermione couldn't finish as she sniffed and tried not to cry when she looked at one of the twins. "These are the twins, Fred and George." She subtly wiped her tears and turned to the Sons, who looked at her with sadness written all over their faces.

"Harry had it the worst. His aunt and her family hated him. Not many people believed him, especially during our fourth and fifth year. During our fourth year, there was a competition called the TriWizard Tournament, and our school had been chosen to host the event, joined by two other magical schools – Beauxbatons from France and Durmstrang from Bulgaria. Only students who were already seventeen years of age were allowed to enter and put their name into the goblet of fire because of how dangerous the tasks were. Supposedly, each school was to have one representative chosen by the goblet, an unbiased judge, but somehow Harry was chosen as well, giving Hogwarts two champions instead of one. I knew he would never lie and he never had any intention of joining the tournament, but none of us had any idea how his name was entered. Ron was jealous of course, thinking Harry had lied to him and went behind his back to put his name in. Unfortunately, Ron wasn't the only one, most of students at Hogwarts thought the same. I was torn, both of them were my best friends, but I would never shun Harry. I know he didn't do it. Why would he purposely join a tournament that could take his life away if anything went wrong? Harry, on the other hand, sometimes has emotional difficulties when struck with problems like that. He felt that people would simply ignore him, especially if something like that were to happen."

The four Sons listened carefully, and though Reid already knew about it, he was there for her, just like he had promised earlier.

"Harry survived his first task, which was to retrieve a golden egg from a nesting dragon, and he ended up with the fiercest dragon of all.," Hermione said. Tyler choked on his breath.

"Dr…drago…dragon, are you kidding me?" Pogue shrieked as Caleb's eyes widened. Reid simply looked at them. He had the same reaction when he first heard about it.

"No, I'm not joking. In fact, I have the miniature of the actual dragon. Harry gave it to me when he drew it from a pouch to decide who would face which dragon. Even though he didn't keep it as a pet, he still owned it and he put in his will that it would go to me should he die. Don't worry, though, I didn't bring it here. I left it back in England and one of my friends is looking after it for me."

"O-okay, glad to hear that," Caleb said. He did not want to think about what would happen to Ipswich if Hermione had brought that miniature dragon.

"Well, you'd be surprised to find out that not only do we have dragons, but also centaurs – we knew one called Firenze. There are also unicorns, giants, werewolves, a giant squid that they claimed to be friendly, and a three-headed dog called Fluffy. That one belonged to Hagrid once, he's another friend that died. Well, trust me, there are lot of things in the Wizarding world that those in the non-magical world could only imagine. If they ever heard about it, everything would sound like fantasy or fairy tales to them."

After hearing this, everyone stayed silent for a while. Eventually, Hermione continued.

"After the first task, Ron finally started talking to Harry again. He told him he knew he hadn't put his name in the goblet, he had just let his jealousy take over him. The second task was where the champions had to retrieve something precious from the bottom of the lake. I had no idea that I would be chosen as something precious for the Bulgarian champ, he kinda makes me sick."

"What do you mean 'from the bottom of the lake' and 'something precious?'" Caleb asked. He glanced between Hermione and Reid, but the blond only shrugged.

"Each of the champions had something taken from them, something precious, urghhh... Ron and I were given some sort of potion and a charm had been put on us. We were the so-called precious things. The Beauxbatons' champ, Fleur Delacour, who later became Ron's sister-in-law, had her younger sister taken and Cedric, our fellow Hogwarts student, had Cho, his then girlfriend and my good friend now, taken. Those two were given the same potion and charm, and all four of us were held at the bottom of the lake, waiting for them to retrieve us. Fleur was attacked by grindylows and was unable to rescue her sister. Cedric was able to get Cho, and I was retrieved by that bloody Krum. I don't like him and often wondered why he kept following me, it really freaked me out. Harry was able to get both Ron and Gabrielle, Fleur's sister. When we were brought to the surface, the only thing I remember clearly was that Fred pushed Krum away and almost got into a fight, claiming that Krum was simply putting me in danger." Hermione smiled a bit at the memory.

"Fred is one of the twins, right? So, why was he so angry when you were chosen has Krum's 'precious thing?'" Tyler asked. Reid turned his attention to Hermione, he didn't recall her mentioning anything about this, about the almost fight between Fred and Krum. He would've asked about it otherwise.

"Well, to be honest, Fred and I kinda liked each other. He was very protective of me, so I would guess that he was angry and jealous. I was angry myself for being chosen. If it weren't for George and Harry, Fred would probably have punched him, not caring that Krum was an international quidditch star." Caleb and Pogue nodded. It was impossible for a girl as beautiful as Hermione to not have someone who liked her and was willing to protect her. Reid felt a sudden surge of jealousy at her having liked another man once. He remembered he died during the war, and Reid wondered whether she still thought about him.

Hermione was, of course, still sad, and missed all of them. Especially her best friends, and Fred, her first crush. But they were dead, and she knew she had to move on. There was still a chance for her to find a better life, and eventually fall in love with the handsome blond who was currently looking at her with more than little hurt in his eyes. Did he believe she was still thinking of Fred? She still does, she admitted to herself, but Fred was her past, and she hoped Reid would be her future.


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