This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word Count: 2286
Title: Our Leaders Secret
Note: AU! WerewolfHermione, VampSev, VampLucius, prejudiced Ron and Harry against creatures considered "dark" even Remus Lupin. Lucius can be considered OC (he was part of the fight against Voldemort, although nobody believes him). Also Apothecary!Severus
Warnings: slight Ron-bashing, large age gaps, violence
Beta: dobbyrockssocks, chibi-shibi, DarylDixon'sgirl1985
Golden Snitch
[Name] Crissie
[School] Uagadou
[House] Ogyinae
Emoji Challenge: The bear emoji: Write about someone wanting to ease another's pain.
(character) Hermione Granger
(trope) sharing a bed
International Wizarding School Competition:
[School]: Ilvermorny
[Year] 1
[Prompts]:
Main:
[AU] Dark!Hermione
Additional:
[Quote] "It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both." Nicholos Machiavelli
[Song] Run Boy Run - Woodkid
[Theme]: Explore characters that commit evil acts to achieve a positive outcome or for the (perceived) greater good.
Hogwarts
Assignment 7: Muggle Art: Mediums: Task #1 - Watercolour: Write about a blurred line between two things
UBC: Snow Boots [Footwear] (Heavy, warm, knee-high boots. Equip Effect: Dodge 3 dmg.) - Price: 1,500, (setting) Hogsmeade
Hermione was sitting in a coffee shop in Hogsmeade with Lucius and Severus when the news bulletin hit the enchanted television screen. If Hermione hadn't been distracted by something witty Severus had said, she would have noticed the warning signs in time to make them turn it off.
"Minister Hermione Granger, a fair and just leader, but is she really?" the woman spoke, and of course Hermione recognized the voice of the notorious Rita Skeeter instantly.
"So, Mr Weasley, you say she has become involved in a romantic relationship with two notorious evil wizards," Rita said.
"Yes, Miss Skeeter, she is dating Lucius Malfoy, known ex-Death Eater, as well as Severus Snape, who was the one who murdered Albus Dumbledore…"
"At his request," Severus mumbled. When Severus escaped death at the hands of his so-called Lord, the truth had been lost, and nobody believed that Severus had been on the right side all along. Hermione's face went white with fury. What did Ron think he was doing? Could he really be that petty?
"I also suspect she has been lying about being simply a witch all this time," Ron added. "Once the werewolf Remus Lupin joined Hogwarts for a period, I discovered some similarities between them," Ron paused and Hermione noticed a pink tinge on his cheeks. "Apparently it wasn't just, um, woman problems…"
Hermione's lovers looked at her. "What?" She said. "I had to say something to stop him asking more questions." She shrugged.
Lucius laughed. "Wizards can be so dense," he muttered.
"Well, that Weasley child has always been rather an idiot, right 'Mione?" Severus added.
Hermione nodded in agreement. "But he figured it out…"
"So there you have it, wix of all ages," she announced. "Our leader has been hiding her dark side from us all this time. If she wasn't evil, why didn't she come forward with this information before?"
The coffee shop they sat in had a few couples of wix in different ages, but they all looked from their tables to stare at Hermione, Lucius and Severus, it wasn't like the vampires didn't attract attention occasionally, but this was different. Hermione had been eating a slice of chocolate cheesecake, but those looks made her feel ill.
She heard hushed whispers from a table nearby, where Neville Longbottom sat with his grandmother. "That explains her interest in evil creatures," Augusta muttered.
"But Gran, she isn't a bad person." Neville replied. The look on Mrs Longbottom's face spoke volumes. He and Neville left, without Neville even saying goodbye to her. He did give her a look over his shoulder and a sad shrug, before following his grandmother outside.
"It's okay, 'Mione," Lucius said softly, taking her hand gently into his own cold one, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She enjoyed the cold, it was so much better than the fury and heat she felt at the betrayal of one of her best friends, and simply because he was jealous she hadn't chosen to be his. Although, she could tell from the look on his face that even had she chosen him now, he would reject her, like she feared he would from the start.
"How does it feel to have a secret you have kept for years revealed to the world by a scorned lover?" Severus asked her.
"It burns," she said. Her thoughts went to meeting Ron and Harry. Her thoughts turned to how they had judged her already on day one, without knowing half of what she was, it just seemed to reflect the belief that they would never trust what they don't understand. They should be leading the Wix, not the other way around.
"I know, 'Mione," Severus said, his voice softening. He knew how it felt to be rejected by someone he loved. Severus took her hand, and deliberately kissed it, while they watched the remaining guests rush to get out of the coffee shop. The waitress was standing off to the side, looking on, frozen in fear.
"Wix aren't worthy of the world, we should be the rulers," she said suddenly.
"You already have so much power, darling," Lucius said. "You are the Minister."
"They don't even know us, and yet they judge us, they call us evil and lesser, but who are the ones giving them every chance? We are, and I am tired of it…" she spoke, getting fired up in her tirade.
"So, what are you intending to do about it?" Lucius asked her, looking mildly amused by her change in attitude.
"Oh, you will see, Luce," she grinned. Her grin turned vicious, making the waitress wave the bill. They were encouraged to leave as soon as possible. Hermione knew it was just to get them out so that the customers could return. But wait, this waitress would be first to be taken down in the revolution against prejudice.
A couple of weeks later, Hermione was walking down the streets of Hogsmeade with her friend Draco by her side, The place was almost unrecognizable from before. Instead of a lively place, bustling with children and parents, there was a ghostly quiet air about the place.
Her thoughts went back to the day it all changed, and how far they can come from then. She had become more than just Minister for Magic, she had basically become the queen of all Magic folk. She had given werewolves and vampires the power that herento only belonged to the Wix. Perhaps the biggest change of all was that Hermione had implemented mandatory re-education for any witch or wizard that spoke out against her, including her former friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
She couldn't take any chances, she couldn't be soft on anyone, soft would get you killed in this world. It was kill or be killed. Even though her motives had seemed pure and clean-cut, sometimes the line between what was right, and what was not, got blurred. Yet, it seemed like she no longer cared, as long as she was no longer the object of ridicule. She would rather be feared than loved, after all.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Draco said softly.
"They deserve what they got," she spoke, her voice sounding hollow.
"I know what they did, but don't you think this is too much?" Draco asked, he gestured to the almost empty streets; some shops were empty, with broken windows. "Perhaps some vampires, and wolves, simply have an inherently evil nature."
"Draco," she said, turning to him with a fire in her eyes. "Do I need to send you to re-education classes?"
His grey eyes went wide. Surely she wouldn't, he had been a friend of sorts, through it all. They were practically family. He took a step back from her, and slipped, tripping to the floor. Hermione looked at him puzzled.
"What did you go and do that for?" She asked, watching him scramble to his feet.
"I didn't choose to trip, Hermione," Draco said. She laughed, it was cold and calculated.
Draco's expression was between confused and exasperated. He wasn't about to say anything, but the power had definitely gone to Hermione's head.
During the course of the few weeks that had passed before, Hermione had sent almost every witch and wizard to re-education on Magical Beings. Particularly, those perceived to be evil. This had led to many of the Wix being either driven from their homes and businesses, or becoming basically snack-boxes for vampires and werewolves alike.
Hermione's eyes landed on a boy in tatty clothes, and she knew him to be a wizard teenager from his smell. He was sitting quietly in a corner, his eyes observing them carefully. He didn't seem scared of Draco, but when he looked at Hermione she could see terror reflected in those blue eyes.
"Who are you?" she demanded, rushing over to him in a flash.
"I'm Kyle," the teen said softly. She knew this was well below normal speaking volume for Wix, and although she could hear him just fine, she made him speak up.
"Speak up, child," Hermione insisted.
"Kyle, Ma'am," he repeated in a louder voice.
"Hermione, leave him alone," Draco said. "He is scared of you."
"Oh, but that's the problem, isn't it?" She smiled, baring her large werewolf teeth in a vicious grin.
Kyle didn't flinch; he simply remained where he was sitting. "You want to run?" she asked. "You want to get away from the big bad werewolf lady, don't you?" she tried to egg him on.
"No ma'am," he insisted, although she could tell his heart was racing as if he was preparing to run.
"Hermione, come on," Draco tried pulling her arm, and she snarled at him. With a sigh and a backwards glance, he disappeared, leaving her alone with the teenager in the alleys of the shops that used to be Hogsmeade.
"Oh, you're not scared of me?" she attempted again.
"I am, I am terrified, but not because of what you are, but because of who you are, ma'am." The boy spoke with slightly more confidence. His eyes did flicker towards the open cobblestone pavement, as if debating if he should take his chances with running, yet he stayed still.
"What?"
"You're Minister Hermione Granger, the woman who decided to send many people into brainwashing camps simply because they disagreed with you. Yet, also the woman who years before, helped defeat the most evil wizard to ever exist," Kyle said, voice shallow like he was repeating words from a textbook. His repetition of what seemed like words from a book reminded her of a younger, more naive version of herself. One that believed that good would triumph, that people are good and fair. In the end, everyone was out to serve their own agenda.
"Smart," she said. "For this, you can't live," she said slowly. If time had taught her anything, it was that it was better to be feared than loved. Her experiences had taught her that, and she aspired to be even greater, and more known than Voldemort. But, one step at a time, she thought, before feeling her fangs grow, and her skin on fire as she transformed, the light of the full moon just edging over the horizon of the streets, and all that was heard was the echo of a wizard's scream, the noise of something ripping, and the cry of a werewolf.
The next morning, Hermione awoke in the large king sized bed with her lovers, Severus and Lucius. She winced, she had been out late. She wondered if Draco had told them what she had been up to the previous day. Severus reached out, pulling her closer, and she sighed against him. Lucius was already up early, she knew the routine, he would probably be sending their elf, Dobby in with the tea soon.
When Lucius walked in with the tray, she grinned at him. "For us?" she asked, sitting up and letting the red silk sheets fall from her body.
"I know you had a rough night," Lucius said, handing her the tray.
"Thank you, my love," she smiled, sitting up slowly to not disrupt Severus more than necessary.
After breakfast, she went into Lucius's study to find him busy with something. "What's going on?" she asked curiously.
"Did you threaten my son?" he asked, a flash of anger across his usually calm features.
"I just told Draco that he shouldn't be saying things like that," Hermione insisted firmly.
"'Mione, I love you, and you know that I can't do anything to hurt you, but you need to think carefully, young lady, about threatening my only child again."
She felt shivers down her spine, she knew that she was in trouble when he called her "young lady" and it sent a mixture of a thrill and dread through her body.
"I'm sorry, Lucius," she said, and she knew she meant it, as much as her cause meant, it was nothing without the support of Lucius and Severus, they had recognized her when she was nothing.
"Does this mean you will stop this?" Lucius asked, his grey eyes imploring her to refuse him.
"I can't stop, but I will back down," she said. He nodded, thinking about it.
"That's fine, for now, my love," he said. "But soon there will be more pressing matters than ruling the world."
"How can anything be more important than this?"
"Don't you agree family means more?" Lucius asked cryptically.
"Of course, but you and Sev are my family," Hermione said. "I'm keeping us safe."
"That's the aim, but through it all, you created enemies, my dear, and soon, we will keep all our focus on protecting our family."
Hermione laughed. "Nobody can hurt us," she insisted.
"Not us, but our child you're carrying," Lucius said softly.
"I'm not, how would you know?" Hermione asked, puzzled. She knew that Lucius still had powers she couldn't dream of, although after mating with them, she had stopped her aging process, and was no longer a slave to the full moon being able to turn whenever she wanted.
"I can hear her heartbeat, my love," Lucius said, and Hermione felt the impact of this sink in.
"A hybrid child," she cooed. "The first born in a century." Her hands touched her stomach.
"Yes, it explains the unconstrained violence last night; Draco said he needed to clean up after you."
"Whose is she?" she said in a whisper.
"Biologically, Severus's," he replied.
"Does he know?" She beamed with delight.
"Not yet, but he will soon. Shall we go tell him the news?" Lucius nodded, taking Hermione's hand, and the two were upstairs in a flash.
'Perhaps fear and love are both possible, after all,' Hermione mused.