Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

Friends, Family, Lovers

"How do you know?" The witches her age knew very little about sex and reproduction. It was a very repressed society.

"I missed my monthly," Andy told her.

"Did you go to Poppy?"

Andy looked horrified, "No, she would call my mother."

"I see."

This was 1972, Hermione wasn't sure if you could buy pregnancy tests in the Muggle world. She knew a couple spells, not always reliable. She was frustrated for all the magic she knew, this was knowledge, she lacked.

She asked her a few questions. "When did it happen? It is from Rodolphus, right?"

"Be quiet, if Bellatrix knows, she will kill me." Andy broke in tears. "I couldn't say no."

"When?"

"During the holidays."

"I wouldn't worry about Bellatrix. That was over a month ago, maybe longer. Let me try," she pulled her wand, but before she could do something, Serge intervened and knocked the wand off. A scroll fell on the ground.

"The spells can damage a baby. Many are used to kill life, only a healer should do it."

"Serge, you are a great help. Is she pregnant?"

No answer was forthcoming. "We need to go to London. I have been in the Muggle world before, my parents hid there, we will find a Muggle healer. Don't cry, all will be fine." She hoped.

She remembered Rabastan, if there were a child, it might die anyway. She had a crazy idea, but later.

"No sadness, I think Bella is not a problem, I am nearly certain. Don't say or do anything. Shh, Dumbledore is coming this way."

"So, what dress are you wearing for the Ball at the Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

"I am not sure maybe we can go to Diagon Alley and shop."

"Yes, I need shoes..."

Dumbledore huffed, witches always talking about clothes and wizards.

"Miss L'Argent, please, wait, I need to talk to you," he called.

Lucius and other friends were right behind him.

"Ermi," Sirius called extra loud, "we were looking for you."

Hermione smiled at Dumbledore, "Sorry, Headmaster, some other time."

Minutes earlier, Serge had dropped a scroll on Sirius' lap, telling him to stop Albus from talking to Hermione.

Hermione kept thinking about her mother. Looking at Thomas Riddle, she knew that her revenge was wrong. He had a chance for redemption and maybe was up to her.

Hermione's Mother

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The young witch had a secret from her new husband, actually a couple of secrets. Florence was no ordinary witch; as a matter of fact, she was part Fae and part wolf. Not a werewolf, her people were wolf-shifters that had come to this world thousands of years ago.

Her father was the son of Fenrir's older sister, Amelia. They, Florence's family, had begged her not to marry, her husband was cruel and a blood purist. But she thought herself in love. He was rich and handsome and wanted the beautiful witch.

She regretted her choice within weeks, her beautiful husband kept her under lock and key and abused her. He frequently traveled, one day, she welcomed the chance to end her miserable existence.

One day she stood by the cold sea. The sky was dark; she wanted to drown herself. She took off her clothes, so if found, there were no traces of her identity. She was crying, she had so many dreams and hopes.

Someone had been observing her. When she stepped in, wanting to die, he picked her up and flew her into a nearby forest. She was mute, looking at him. He looked like an angel but with dark wings. His skin was reddish, his eyes colorless, dark red curls fell over his shoulder. He had horns, so much for an angel. He was naked, but his beauty left her speechless. She had never seen someone like him.

He told her a long story, his people were doomed because of his sin and lost their freedom. They stayed forever sleeping, and he had just woken himself, only meaning fifty years or so. This was their last chance, he needed a child from someone from this reality. Someone with a pure soul like hers.

It was told that her child would give birth to a peace bringer, saving many from death. If that were true, their sins would be forgiving, and they would be free again. Until now, nobody had called to him, he had lovers but had never released his seed.

"But I am married," she protested, already wanting him.

"It doesn't matter, come," he called her.

They lay together, she wanted to leave, he was hurting her, he was a giant, all over. "Shh, it will get better." When he smiled, she noticed his teeth, sharp, a weapon. Her lover was dangerous; maybe he could protect her.

"Don't fight me. It will get better; I cannot let you leave. It will get better," he repeated.

It did, it never felt like this before. He screamed when he came, but his seed burned her, it was ice cold. She screamed from the pain and fainted. He had never spilled his seed; he knew it, she was for him.

Florence woke up in her bed and ran to clean up. She was dripping his seed, dark blue.

The days passed, she missed him. Her husband came back, he had lost a fortune and was in a rage. He took it out on her, he had found information that she might be a werewolf. He threw her against a wall and then clutched at his throat. He was unable to breathe and was dead in seconds.

Her lover held her, "I didn't know it could be like this. We can only have a child with the one for us. I have looked long for you. I didn't want to kill him, but he was going to end your life."

Months later, Florence had twins, Nanette, and Elias. Soon after they were born, she went to her parents and told them the truth. Florence's parents were hiding, hiding from Albus Dumbledore. But they didn't tell her who their enemy was.

Her father's parents were Gellert Grindenwald and Amelia Greyback. Amelia's mother was an L'orc witch, and her father was Fenrir Greybach's father.

Albus found out that Amelia was married to Gellert and hiding with her parents. It was a great tragedy, a massacre. Florence's grandfather, Gellert, had vanished, probably killed by Albus. When Florence's parents heard about it, they knew they had to go away.

Florence and her parents moved away and lived in secrecy. When the children Nannette and Eli were six, Florence disappeared. Her lover was afraid that Albus might find her but kept an eye on the children. Even when they moved to Canada, he watched after them. Unfortunately, his life was now tied to Albus, a fanatic.

The next disappointment came when Nannette fell for a Dark Lord. How would the child of such a wizard be a peace-maker? Who knew, but he couldn't intervene, only help some. When Albus found Nannette, he knew what to do, he moved his grandchildren to a later year, away from the Dark Lord, who was not suitable for Nannette.

The problem was that his grandchild, Hermione, had brought peace, but had also helped to kill her father. Nannette mourned Tom Riddle, this wasn't the solution.

Now, they were all hoping that peace was a possibility. Hermione, a child from four worlds, maybe more, had the chance to save them all. If only Albus, who was driven by old hatreds, would no destroy her first. With all his powers, Hermione's grandfather could only watch and help a little. He could only imagine Albus' anger when he found out Hermione's identity.

He had a burning question, why did Albus hate Gellert so much? Tom, he nearly understood. Albus fancied himself as the savior, the unbiased, righteous wizard, as long as they were not related to Gellert or Tom. The horned angel grimaced, the upper powers didn't want him to succeed, it was apparent to him.

He decided to look at Albus's life. Careful not to intervene, as difficult as it proved to be. What he saw, he didn't understand well. Albus had been in love with Gellert, but it was so long ago, and they were children. It was all about jealousy, Gellert had loved a female and had children with her. Albus said he wanted to rid the world of the 'evil' seed.

He discovered that Gellert wasn't dead but was a prisoner. Albus was his jailer. He had no right to be the judge.

He went by Gellert, he hadn't aged much since the Fae had gifted him with a long life. He was a broken man. He had brought death to his grandchildren and his wife. What he would give to see whoever was left, just once. But if he escaped to find them, Albus would find them as well.

That evening Gellert had a dream. He dreamed about his son, the one who survived. He was still alive along with a granddaughter, who had twins. The witch had a child, Hermione, who was in great peril should Albus know who she was.

Albus needed to be stopped, but his magic was almost without comparison. He needed to think there had to be a way to end him.

Lovers

That evening Lucius asked Hermione, "Would you come to the house? I want to kiss you without your short knights around us."

"We need to talk, I have news. Wait, hold my hand." Hermione agreed.

Lucius did it, looking at her curiously.

"Serge, take us where I was earlier."

Before Lucius could utter a word, they were at the house near Hogwarts.

"Why were you here earlier ?" Lucius asked. "How?"

"Serge came to meet my father?"

"Your father?"

"Uh, Uhu, you will never guess." She told him some.

Lucius was speechless, "Do I suppose to know?"

"Don't tell anyone."

"Now, come here," he sat on the divan from the first time.

"Why?" Hermione teased him, but she found herself right next to him.

She saw Serge on Lucius' head. "It seems Serge is your ally." Both laughed.

"Kiss me," Lucius leaned back, pointing at his lips. Serge moved away.

She moved sideways, and in a fluid movement, he had picked up Hermione over him.

All his previous resolutions to give her time were gone when he felt her over him.

He moaned loudly, pressing his hard cock into her.

He hissed, "I told you before, I want to know just how it must feel; how it feels when a witch you know. How it feels around, my…err. Gods, I want you."

He placed his hands on her bum to press her harder to him, he fitted right between her folds, both moaned wanting more.

"Kiss me, kiss me," his hand closed over her breast, kneading gently.

Hermione felt like liquid fire was pouring out her. She looked, up and she could see mist racing around them what was that? She had never seen the like. Thick mist filled the room.

"Here," his voice low, "please touch me," he took her hand and closed her fingers over his hard cock.

"Wait," he opened his trousers and placed her hand around him; "Close your fingers, oh my love like that."

Her breath caught, holding his aroused sex made her ache for him, somehow she could barely remember doing it. He was looking at her hand and at her. Lust and love clouded his eyes.

He started to thrust his hips, moving with her over him, "My witch, my love, more a little harder," he cried words of endearment sucking her nipples over her clothes, thrusting his hips.

"Harder love a bit more, there oh gods."

Quickly he opened his trousers, she moved away, "No, touch me again; please your hand, I want this," his cock throbbed in her hand. His hand went over hers.

"Oh gods, oh yes," his eyes nearly closed, he moved into her hand; always looking at her, his eyes partially closed.

"Look at your hand, touching me, I wish, how I wish. Oh, love."

His words made her melt. Her beautiful good wizard, what had happened to make him so bad? She was afraid that she knew, Maybe me. It hurt her to think she had damaged him. This had already happened in the future. Was she at fault, and she loved him so, what was wrong with her. What if she'd destroyed him? What if it were her fault?

Moving his hand under her skirt and into her knickers, he placed his fingers over sex. Feeling her arousal, he moved his fingers over along her sex. He touched her skirt up.

"I am here, I want it to be here, I need you. So bad, I want you tonight." He shuddered. "Please let me just look." He moved away to look at her, his voice broke, "So pretty, I wish... you let me."

She pulled up and brought him to her, Her lips closed on his, and her hand went faster. He cried, "Oh yes, my love, like that."

"Do the same to me," she whispered.

"Yes, my love, so slick, so wet. Yes, yes," his fingers moved faster on her, over the little stiff piece. His body arched. Her body stiffened.

"Gods, Ermi, my Ermi, my Mimi; is that, is it, gods." He felt her contractions around his finger. "I didn't know," his eyes rolled to the back, as his seed spilled on her hands.

He couldn't stop. He just climaxed when he stood and started to undress. Lucius' eyes fixed on hers while licking his lips; she could hear his labored breathing.

"You are a dream, my dream, I want your body next to mine, our skins touching."

He undressed quickly; he was beautiful, his long hair down his waist. Alabaster skin, muscled, his erection dark red and throbbing. He unbuttoned Hermione's blouse and pulled her camisole off.

"You come here," he took her hand. "You like it." He asked a bit naughtily, "Touch it," he guided her as his finger went into her tight channel.

"Here, here, so tiny, so tight. It would be heaven. I want it so."

"Lucius, no, not yet. It is too new. You might be wrong about me."

"No, I am not. I told my father, it is you, and he accepted. See how I need you, since the moment I saw you? My father understood, my grandfather was the same; he saw his wife once and knew it."

Lucius was already fully aroused, his cock moving on its own.

She was down to her knickers.

He took her hand, and Apparated them into a room with a large bed.

Hermione no longer liked her plan. She wasn't sure she wanted the future, this is what she wanted. She heard whispers, probably imagined told her to do it. Allow him. It is right, it is...

"No, she shook her head.

Serge was screeching, pulling Lucius' hair.

Hermione stopped, she heard steps. She pulled her wand, dressed them, "Serge," she whispered, "take us back, a safe place."

They had the time to hear, "Who is here?"

They were back at Hogwarts, breathless, "The Dark Lord, that was close." Lucius was flustered.

Hermione was laughing. "You need to tell your father not to give the house to my father."

He kissed her neck, "Come to my room tonight. "

Serge disappeared and returned seconds later, a scroll dropped in her hands. "If you were here with Mr. Malfoy, first he must marry you, or he will be sorry. I hope I was wrong. I wasn't spying, I left the bad can happen to you, nobody would be safe. Your loving, TR."