Through the Veil

Lady Countryrose

Ch. 28

The next few days were hard on Hermione. She was trying to figure a way to get to what she needed to do. Hermione was not able to get to the Room of Requirement. Since the moment that her and her friends came back to the castle. It has been nothing but hecket.

The teachers have been working throughout the day and night. Trying to get all that they could to get able fighters to the castle. It was something that they should have done during her time.

Besides the upcoming battle causing her to be sad. It was also the knowledge that her best friend was also facing his own war. Without her.

'Why did we go to the MoM anyway.' Then an answer had hit her. 'Oh that's right. That PINK toad had the necklace.'

Speaking about the necklace. She was holding it in her hand. While she stood looking out a window in her common room. She has been hearing his voice.

[What's wrong girl? Can't handle the knowledge that we are related to one another?]

'That's one way to put it.'

[Or the fact that a pending war will be knocking on your door and you have to see your friends fall. At my feet no dout.]

A sigh left her lips. [Do you really hear yourself?] Hermione walked away from the window. Hoping that no one would walk in on her soon. [You act as if life is nothing more than a flower. Just there to pick up. Watching it die before you.]

Hermione did not hear from him for almost ten minutes before hearing him again. [You are truly my granddaughter. You are smart like a whip. Fast and strong. No fear if you're right or wrong.] She could feel him in waves. She could not tell if he was amused or angry. [At the moment, you are correct.]

'Oh. Wow. I'm right. What else can I be right with?'

[I know what you are thinking. But I must say, anything is possible.] She felt him moving around from where ever he was. Believing that he was walking. [I'm glad that you had found a man to be with. Even if it's Mr. Sirius Black. I was hoping that at least one of my children would have married one of my Death Eaters.]

[Fat chance on that.] Then a thought came to her. [Who did you marry, if you had mum?]

[A woman. Who I had met through the Celts. After my days at Hogwarts were done and over. I had enough money to travel the highlands.]

Hermione had a hard time picturing a young Tom Riddle travel. But then again. It was during or after World War II.

[I met Lorain Riverstone. She was a creature of a force to be reckoned. She was also powerful. Even though she never stepped a foot into the halls of the great school.]

'Wait a minute. People can have magic without coming to school and learn about it?'

[She was from the old people. Druid magic. The kind that one would learn from the Earth.]

Hermione raised her eyebrows. She was having a hard time believing a mad man like him. [Am I or mum, elemental?]

She heard and felt a deep chuckle. [Don't know. Lorain died just after your mother was born. Leaving me to raise our daughter alone. I guess it was one of the reasons I wanted rule the wizarding world. Also to distance myself from death as much as possible.]

[And now?] Hermione really did not know why she was talking to him. Curiosity? She had no idea.

[I guess it's because I'm not being challenged anymore. The need to prove myself more powerful than any pureblood alive. Seeing what I know now. I guess I'm getting tired and hoped to see my love once more. Now that I know that my own daughter had done better than anything that I could ever wished for.]

'There has got to be a catch. Why would he sound human now? Not when I know him from my time. Being the one that wanted to kill Harry.' Then a thought hit her as she seemed to be allowed to think. 'Unless when he had truly die, the first time. His last remaining humanized side had died. Leaving a monster behind.'

[Just like all the Slytherins in our family. Thinking beyond than anyone could ever believe. Yes granddaughter. I'm still human.]

A sound of a door had opened behind her. While she sat down, where she was. In total state of shock.

[I sense your friends are with you. We will talk again, soon.]

With that being the last that he had spoke to her. She felt him leaving the area of her necklace. Leaving her feeling much colder than she was before.

When she had felt like she was within her own world, once more. Hermione saw Sirius sitting in front of her. Keeling before her. With a worried look on his face.

"What's wrong," she asked when she had found her voice.

"I was about to ask you that." His eyes became a stormy blue. A sign that Hermione knew best. The endless hope that he held onto for most of her living knowledge of him. "What's troubling you so?"

"He's human," she gasped out.

A voice came with dark humor, "Of course he's human. What else could he be?"

Tears made their way out of the corners of Hermione's eyes. "He was never like that before."

The taunting voice went on to say, "What do you mean?"

She knew that the voice belonging to the man, who had once died because of her grandfather. Her friend's father. Hermione could almost imagine that she was talking to Harry again. "He was nearly a snake like human before I had left."

The man laughed darkly, "That's rich. Coming from the granddaughter of the man that had killed me. Are you sure that you're not having one of your nightmares. The ones that you share with Sirius every night?"

"What happened if you found out that YOUR grandfather was an evil man. Who wanted to rule the world," challenged Hermione. As she had gotten up to look at the man. Who could never be her loving friend.

"Bad move, sweetheart," stated her loving husband. "He kind of does."

"Who," asked Hermione with a worried look on her face.

"Merlin is my father's grandfather's, grandfather."

When Hermione gave a questionable look. Sirius sighed, "Merlin nearly killed all the Muggles out when King Arthur was killed by his son. But something changed his mind. He ended up wiping all the Muggle's memories about wizards, witches, and druids. Hoping to stir all magic away from them."

"That's why we have been separated from muggles? All because of Mordred?"

James was the one who answered, "Yep. My ancestor didn't look back. Never questioning his decision sense. Even my own father, believes in what Merlin had done was for the greater good for us all. But he wishes to ease into the muggle world and see if they would be able to adapt to us again."

Hermione closed her eyes briefly, "I don't think it would be a good idea. My father was not too keen on me being a witch." She started walking through the room. "My muggle cousin was alright with it, until her mum and da got her to stop seeing me. So I do understand how your ancestor had made the right decision for all Wizarding kind."

Sirius sighed, "I hate serious discussions. Why can't we do something fun?"

A female voice spoke up from the door area, "Because we are nearing a war, Sirius. Even you can understand that."

"All too well, Lily follower of my friend's eye. I had even gotten myself killed by my own wicked cousin." Sirius had turned from joking to deadpan scary. "I understand the need for seriousness but I refuse to let dark talk cloud my need for living."

Lily sighed, "I didn't think about it. You were raised with the knowledge of dark magic." She walked to where she was standing next to Hermione. Hoping that she would gain some strength knowing that she was next to someone that was similar to her. "How did you move your way against your upbringing?"

Sirius laughed, "That's easy. I became friends with your beloved James." His eyes sparkled, while losing himself in his memory. "It was because of him, I wanted to be a better person. He was the one who stopped me from using the one word that would hurt all muggleborns."

Hermione blinked in shock of learning more things about her husband. "I guess it shouldn't surprised me. I mean, look at your mother."

"You know his mother," asked James with a surprised look on his face.

Sirius groaned, "Through my dragon mother's painting. It was the closest thing that I had to seeing my mother for many years."

James gave his friend's wife a worried look, "How did that pan out with you?"

"Her colorful choice of words, were the only things I can honestly remember of her." Hermione had spoken in false cheerfulness that anyone could see through it.

At that moment. A house elf came popping into the head common room. Who opened his mouth. Which was speaky.

"Madam Black. Pro-f-ess-or Masters has asked of you."

Hermione gave the little elf a smile, "I'm on the way."

"Should I come with you," asked Sirius.

"No," stated Hermione. "She asked for me. I should go alone. Don't wait up for me."

Hermione then turned away. Making her way out. Knowing that her mother wanted to do more than just talk.