Chapter 12 - Everyone Has a Right to Know What They Are
RECAP
"Back to what I must ask of you…You must wonder why Hermione thinks she is a Muggleborn?"
"Now, I do, sir."
Scott paced a few steps and then say down on the love seat, spreading his arms out on the back of it.
"During the first war, certain families that were targets went into hiding. Knowing that the threat might not be entirely gone, we remained, which was fortuitous. We seek to remain so. We would be as highly sought after as Sirius Black and the Prewitts by Voldemort and his rabble. I must ask you to keep this secret from Hermione, for her safety."
Sage listened, trying not the let his judgment show on his face. He did not think it was fair for them to keep something like this from Hermione, and he also found it quite cowardly for them to hide like this.
Now they wanted him to be part and party to the deception, all because he was a Magi and he was the unfortunate one who could tell the difference.
Sage listened, trying not the let his judgment show on his face. He did not think it was fair for them to keep something like this from Hermione, and he also found it quite cowardly for them to hide like this.
Now they wanted him to be part and party to the deception, all because he was a Magi and he was the unfortunate one who could tell the difference.
Sage ran the inside of his lips through his teeth as he contemplated what Hermione's father asked of him in the relative still of the night, save for some flitting flames.
He considered the politeness his uncle asked of him only briefly before he arrived at a politic but perhaps not entirely polite protest.
"Sir, she will not hear it from me in the immediate future, but I would hope you would tell her yourself," he began, steadily. "She has the same strength and resolve the two of you must have had to undergo a Fidelus; I know you must have been doing something serious for it to be necessary. She is already committed to running about after Potter into danger the last many years." He paused and looked down for a moment before lifting his blue eyes again and adding, "Everyone has a right to know what they are."
He could sense very easily that Hermione was far from Muggleborn.
Equality or not, Muggles were different, Muggleborns were different, Half-Bloods were different, Purebloods were different, ancient Purebloods were different, Druids were different. There might not be a different in power, per se, but their magic was different in subtle ways.
"Running about after Harry Potter. We know they're friends, but danger? Hogwarts is a safe place with Dumbledore there."
Sage was caught entirely off guard. It never occurred to him that Hermione kept everything she'd been involved in for the last many years from her parents.
"I have only been there since third year, sir, but from my understanding she's helped Potter with the Dark Lord coming out the back of a professor's head; a basilisk and another portion of the Dark Lord where her friend Ron's sister was nearly killed and Hermione was petrified; an escaped murderer, Dementors, and a werewolf 3rd year; and of course last year when as escaped Death Eater posed as an Auror teaching classes and the whole bit of the Dark Lord returning."
Mr. Granger stared at him in shock.
While they had heard some things, he was now realizing that he was hearing the Muggle version, which was considerably tamed down, from Hermione.
"…She is our daughter…" he said, running a hand through his hair.
Now if his uncle was not pleased with the way he had handled that, Sage would surely like to know what Severus would have done instead.
"And, sir, with the sort of magical ability you both have, it will not be long until she realizes something is not right herself. She has already learned that wizards can sense such things, and you know she will want to master it now…" If anything could be said of Hermione, it was that she was tireless in finding answers to any query that she had.
"Do you know who we are?"
Clearly Mr. Granger had some appreciation of what sort of powers he could have.
Sage shook his head negatively, "No." That he could figure it out, though, was hanging in the air between them. Then he added, "My beliefs would not allow me to invade your privacy in such a way, sir." And they would not allow him to actively seek it, but like Hermione, it was only a matter of time before the pieces would fall into place.
"You are very well-spoken for such a young man." There was a long pause.
"My uncle would be happy to hear so, sir." He licked his lips. "I just…care for her and do not wish to see her upset. She is proud of being Muggleborn, and you are letting her believe something so important to her that is untrue."
And then Sage felt it, he knew. It was just a flash of a feeling of the precipice of inevitability. His eyes stilled, with almost a whisper of that ethereal glow, although this could almost be mistaken as a trick of the fire light. "If she figures it out before then, she shall not forgive you. That I can promise you."
Perhaps it was the way that he said it, but the older man looked at him strangely.
"Can you see that, as in see it?"
"No, sir. It…doesn't really work that way. I don't always see anything. Sight is not always images. Sometimes I simply feel things intuitively." He shrugged.
The older man grew quiet. "I will think on it. With my wife, of course." He stood, readying to go back to bed.
"Sir?"
"Hm?"
"If you decide to tell her…maybe warn me, so I can, erm, be ready for it?" Sage's eyes were wide, for he was sure whenever Hermione found out, she would be in a state.
He did not feel good keeping secrets from her, but he also knew that if someone used that particular sort of magic, it would be irresponsible of him to betray it.
Mr. Granger smiled and gave a slight nod. "I'll…leave you to it. Try to get some sleep. I know Hermione has quite the day planned for tomorrow. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, sir."
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