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Chapter 12: A Weird Christmas Eve
When Hermione opened her eyes she her first thought was 'Am I still in the forest?' But that didn't feel right no one else was around her. Gathering her bearings she glazed upon floating rocks that went across a river that looked like it was made of honey. The rocks were surprising steady as Hermione went across them, when she reaches the other side she saw a shimmering mirror. A collage of images flash in front of her: a fake sliver deer balancing on an idyllic lake, an old newspaper headline about a magic explosion accident, a hooded snake trying to eat a baby griffin. A giant with eight legs's talking about eyes and drinking in a wild place. A cold stone fortress in the snow was surrounded by raining blood, and the final image was a woman with magnificent white wing's and a horn's shaped like a crown. She was standing on a hill by herself when suddenly she was being surrounded by darkness she screamed in fear as it engulfed her.
A voice from the deep said "Wake up daughter before you sleep forever."
Hermione gently rose up from the darkness of sleep to the sound of crackling fire, the smell of wood smoke drifted through the room like incense. And the distinct smell of pipe smoke wafted across her nose. She was very warm and very comfortable; she ran her hands over the blanket and felt Aparator her loyal snake sleeping on her chest. Her eyelid's felt heavy but manage to open them, Uncle Lucias was sitting in an armchair by the fire. He was busy reading the Prophet; an Ivory pipe was perched between his lips something must have displeased him for a frown on his face for a moment but it passed and the smooth aristocratic features were back in place.
"Good morning Uncle" Lucias folded his paper and grabbed the pipe out of his mouth "Good evening Niece."
"Evening? How long have I been asleep?"
"A day and half we have all taken turns watching over you after you passed out in the forest."
It all started to come back to her The Oath, The Acorn, and the pain. She messaged her temples trying to relive some of the tension in her head, she hear her stomach growl. Her Uncle gave her a look "Luckily dinner is being prepared. So perhaps you should get dressed and we go to the Dining Hall so you can eat."
Quickly putting a dress and shoes on, Hermione followed her Uncle into the kitchen where Andromeda was busy commanding the elves. Bowls and plates full of food seemed to float around her and land on the table. The dining-room was exquisite the walls were covered with a shimmering gold paper and in the middle of the ceiling above the carved oak table was a candelabra. Down the center of the table was a runner with Celtic design woven in gold and green into the fabric itself. The polished silver cutlery was heavy to the hand and shone brightly in the early evening light. At each place stood a tall empty wine glass and there were beautifully folded napkins to match the runner.
The meal was excellent as usual Andy had prepared a pasta bar; the main choices were Angel hair, Tortellini, and Fettuccine. Followed by three different sauces; Marinara, Alfredo, and Pesto and the best part at least in Hermione's mind was the garlic bread. Eventually everyone had grabbed a plate an found a spot at the table. Dinner was a light hearted affair between Sirius regaling everyone with slightly extricated tales of his world travels, and Dora much to the annoyance of her mother kept changing her face to increasing laughter from her cousins and father. After they finished eating the kids were told to head to bed, Hermione though she wouldn't be able to after sleeping for a day and half but the moment her head hit the pillow she was out.
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Sirius had just closed the doors to the study when he was faced with two angry blacks. Knowing a he was about to be yelled at he snapped his fingers and Kreacher brought he's usual cigar and drink. Gesturing to that study table Sirius said "Come have at seat would anyone like anything?" Lucias and Dora both ask for a drink Lucias pulling out his pipe, while Andy and Cissy finally decided on some wine.
Once everyone was settled Sirius spoke "Ok what do you two need to ask me?" Andy spoke first "What happened to Hermione's eyes she has green in her purple now."
"My best guess is that is an effect of the Heritage claim process for a Warden." Narcissa looked thoughtful for a second then asked "Why didn't ours change when we were claimed?" Sirius compose his thoughts together before replying "Mine did change but they switch back and forth." Andy cut in "I have never seen your eyes change before."
"You have never see me draw my power from our land before, but here watch." Sirius walked over to a window and open it, closing his eyes he began to chant 'Thoir cead dhomh mo Cheann a dhìon' sudden the wind started to pick up and clouds began to darken the starry skin. Then Sirius eyes opened the looked like white lighting, everyone had a face of shock and fear but just as suddenly as it had started everything quieted down. No said a word as Sirius walked back to his chair "Damn my cigar went out." The rest of the evening went by fast as the adults talked about Rituals and Draco's summer lessons, giving Sirius an idea for Draco's present.
So a short chapter but I want Christmas and the Ball to be their own Chapter
