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The Trojan Princess

Chapter-2

(Victims of wars)

Tutshill

"Hermione, did you feed the chickens?"

"it's done, mother."

Hermione said to her mother from small garden which is located at back of their house. She is busy with De-gnoming the garden. After her conversation with Mathews yesterday, Hermione was feeling an unknown feeling which clenched her inside with dark thoughts. If the Pure-ones are planning another war, it will nothing more than bloodshed and again the blood to flow would be their's. The muggleborns and peasants whose blood will be shed and will be buried in the soil where leaders and purebloods will be glorified and will be called heroes. Muggleborns will be left again to pick up the pieces of broken houses, villages and people.

She threw the last revolting gnome out of the fence, and rubbed the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves. She sat at the porch, relaxing her body from the work she done whole morning. It's afternoon and she can see the grey clouds covering the sky, she like the rain but hates the humidity it left after. Her schedule was as always, the same. She woke up help her mother with the daily work of food, laundry and feeding the chickens and taking care of their cows. De-gnoming though, was not one of her favorite activity because the gnomes are not much of cooperative creatures.

During the evening after finishing of her daily errands was the time of her reading. Her grandfather Eustace had gifted her many muggle novels like, Gulliver's Travels, Voyanich Manuscripts, One Thousands and One Nights, works of Mary Wollstonecraft. Her grandmother had also left many books in her possession. Especially 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard' even it is her childhood possession she still had special place in her heart for the book.

These books, poems, quotes and essays always inspires her revolutionary thoughts, especially Mary Wollstonecroft's. Her unfazed bravery and will to write for equality was the thing which inspired Hermione the most. For her, Wollstonecroft was the bravest person if there was one.

"Hermione." her mother called from the inside of house.

"coming mother." Hermione stood up and walked inside of the little house of theirs.

She entered the living room of her house which consist of an old cotton sofa and with fireplace an old wooden armchair which was once used to be her grandmothers'. The kitchen which was visible from their parlor because they both are part of each other in one small hall of the house. The front door of the house divides the both places, right from the door is the living room, where from left it is the kitchen.

"Are you done?" her mother, Jean asked and she raised her both dirt covered hands grinning cheekily. Jean rolled her eyes at her daughters' antics and ushered her to clean herself before lunch is served. Jean met Jacob when he visited Yorkshire in the search of employment. He was a shy person who likes to stay quiet and only speak whenever asked but his solitary behavior didn't stop her being fond of the wallflower Jacob. She used to sneak him little snacks when he fed himself with doing small works like gardening in the gardens of the rich high-class families or doing labor for the different landlords during harvesting.

It didn't take a lot of time for them to fall in love. Though Eustace wasn't too much happy he never showed it. Jean always felt that Jacob is hesitant. When she finally confessed her feelings Jacob (who returned her feelings) finally told her the truth of his hesitancy. If to say she is shocked it would be an understatement, she was stunned. Witches and wizards are real and the mother of the person she loves was one herself.

Witch hunting was a common practice during those dire times. Many supernatural activities were happening during past years and it only fueled the beliefs of people and many women were burned alive. Jean was scared but her love overcame her fear and she decided to marry Jacob.

She met his mother when she came to meet her father. Marianne was a kind and benevolent woman, she spent time with her mother-in-law and came to know more about the place where Jacob born. Marianne explained her about the situation of her world and that there is a war raging in their world. She told her the reason she sent Jacob away from her because unlike her and her eldest son Joseph, Jacob is born without magic and it is dangerous for him to stay at that place.

Their marriage was held at the local church and Joseph also attended the wedding. he was a jovial person who welcomed her into the family with open arms. Marianne and Joseph lent them money which they took reluctantly after a lengthy discussion. They bought a small cottage and Jacob started working as the butler at one of the Nobles' mansion. Nearly a year later their little Hermione was born and filled their life with more happiness.

Their happiness didn't last long when news of the death of Joseph came. The funeral, Jean still remembers, Marianne crying on Jacob's shoulder, Jacob trying and failing to control his own tears. Jean wept standing behind them with her daughter in her arms, the niece Joseph never got to meet.

Jacob and Jean decided they would move to Tutshill with Marianne who was very against their wish. After a month of arguing they still can't convince Marianne who still thinks it's too dangerous for them to live there. One day to Jean's surprise, one year old Hermione started making her toys and books float in the air. They moved to Tutshill not long after that. Though there was a bit different atmosphere in magical villages it didn't took a long time for Jean to settle in Tutshill.

"Afternoon ladies!" Jacob entered the house in hanging his coat on the hanger by door. He kissed his wife on cheek and took his place at the head of the table.

Jean placed his plate in front of him as Hermione joined them and took her own plate filling it with broiled vegetables and sweet meats.

Hermione filled her second filling and asked her father "How was everyone at the market father? Is Timmy alright? I heard from Tabitha that he is having a fever." Timmy or Timothy is the only son of Erin and Carson who runs the only Tavern and inn of the village.

Jacob swallowed the vegetables in his mouth "Oh, I asked Carson about that. Little Timmy has been showing a too much accidental magic, his core is exhausted nothing more." He replied.

"It's fascinating, isn't it." said Hermione. Jean and Jacob look towards her as in asking question about her comment. "I mean Timmy is just three and his magic is corresponding well so if someone teach him or guide him in upcoming time, he could be a great wizard."

Her parents just nodded and continued eating their meal. Hermione felt an urge to roll her eyes. She always tries to reason her thoughts, which always led her mother 'giving her a piece of mind' and her father argues with her to lead a normal life. "If gods didn't gift you wings, then you should learn to accept that you can't fly." Her father's favorite quote.

Her musings were disturbed by her mother clearing her throat. "Hermione, your father and I had something to talk to you about.", 'if it's marriage, I am instantly leaving this table' she thought.

She stared into her mother's brown eyes for a moment, then nodded "yes?".

Jean exchanges a glance with Jacob and then looked towards her with a serious expression "We both know you had big dreams Hermione," Hermione raised an eyebrow at that "you have great intellect and there is no denying that you are a hardworking person."

Jean paused to take a sip of water and used that moment to ask, "where are you getting at?" she asked suspiciously. Yes, they didn't bring marriage and she was grateful but these sudden praises raised some suspicion into her mind.

"Your father and I want you to move to Leeds with your grandfather, and no-" she raised her hand when Hermione gasps and open her mouth to argue back "-no arguments young lady, you would do what you told to do so, this time there will be no protest from you." Her mother said with an authoritative voice with her lips pursued in line.

"Tutshill is my home, not Leeds" she said with a calm voice. "we know but Tutshill won't give you the opportunity for a better future and sense of protection, love" her father said.

Hermione eyes flashed at this "Tutshill will not be like this if someone has an ounce of courage to bring change."

Her parents pointedly ignore her comment "Your grandfather had informed that there is a shortage of nurses at the Leeds and he can made you get a job and you can learn more new things about healing the muggle ways." Jacob took a sip of pumpkin from his goblet "you are getting a chance of helping people and you can help people as a nurse, it was always your dream, isn't it?".

"Muggles are well capable of taking care of themselves, my dream was to help people of Tutshill, my people" she said.

"And what help are you going to give people of Tutshill, might I ask dear?" Jean asked putting her fork and knife down and meeting her eyes with the same anger reflected in her daughter's eyes.

"I asked you a question Hermione." Jean asked while folding her hands over chest. Hermione frowned in anger "when was the last time you walk on streets without fear? The crop you sowed, watered, the crop which you cared for like a child and plucked it for what just give more than half of it to the rich purebloods who don't even know how much those crops mattered, because those high rankers don't know that how it is to sweat over a single grain. How would they know won't they, they just know how to play games with muggleborns and peasants as their pawns of chess."

She turned towards her father "They killed you brother just because he wanted to save a child from dying of starvation and what did they do? ever thought how would have he felt if he would have seen you doing Pure-ones' biding like a loyal servant," she ignored her mother's stern 'Hermione' "Ever thought how does it feel, when you realize you are gifted by this magic, which was sent as a blessing to us by the gods and then these people arrive and start deciding who is worthy of it or not." Hermione slammed her palm over table.

Her father's eyes are boring into hers' "I certainly knew what they do or if you are forgetting that I went through the war when times were worse, people still haven't recovered, some are still in denial that it is over." Jacob leans over table "you think I don't remember what happened to my own brother, I think about him every day, every night and every second, I think about even working in those fields of ours remind me of him, this house, this barn, this whole bloody village always bring memories of my dead brother," a tear of sadness appeared in his eye and Hermione stomach started churning in guilt,

"But do you know what is one thing remind me of him?" he pointed his finger on Hermione's face,

"You, you my love you. Every day I see you, I reminisce him. The way you talk, you think, you argue and always your eyes shine like him when he used to talk about magic as you did."

Hermione stared at him for what felt like an hour but were really a few seconds "Then why don't you think what would have uncle Joseph wanted, he would have wanted the change, the revolution and I don't want his death to go in vain. Don't you ever get an urge to demand justice for your own brother's death."

"Gods are there for justice."

"Twenty four years on this earth and I've never seen gods appear to give anyone justice, father."

A hoarse chuckle came from her father "this is the new world Hermione, even gods side with the powerful."

"Then the gods should change, shouldn't they father." She said, Jean gasped while Jacob stared at his only daughter with an astounded expression.

"Do not mock the gods Hermione," Her mother warned "you don't know what games they are capable of playing with us."

She stood up "If you are asking me to leave the place I was born and leave the soil on which I grew up on, then I am sorry mother father. You both have raised to take pride of my honor and this land, my blood and my name is my honor. I am not this disloyal to my own land."

She turned but her mother spoke "you think you are the first one," she met her mother intense gaze "you think you are the first person ever to think about justice, change, equality, blood discrimination and these revolutionary ideas. Thousands, thousands were there before you Hermione and most of them are lost in this soil and pages of this cruel world."

"I don't know if I will ever be able to make to the pages of history but I swear to you mother that your daughter will fight for welfare of people until the last breath of my life." she said defiantly.

"Well, that's sounds heroic to you, doesn't it daughter," her father said sarcastically while pulling his ruffling his dark brown hair in frustration. She stood up from his seat and came face to face with her, she was just a little small from her father.

"Tell me daughter, are you read to kill and do you have that courage in your heart to kill someone, even if it is of some noble reason?" Hermione went silent and stilled at her father's question. She had asked herself the same question a thousand times and every time the conclusion is her avoiding this nagging question to herself. 'can I take a life, can I commit the greatest act of evil.'.

She was lost until she heard her father's chuckle who was now red faced and was watching her with a vicious challenging gaze. He grabbed her by the shoulders and looked directly into her eyes with a fury she had never seen from him. Her mother was looking frightened though she knew her father will never harm or strike her.

"How would you bring this revolution Hermione? How will you create a fire of bravery within these lifeless bodies of ours and other villagers, muggles, muggleborns and peasants, who their whole lives have lived watching the cruel, remorseless and boundless killings of our people by the hands of the Pure-ones." He released her shoulder with a push and she stumbles back a few steps "How much of a war have you seen? you were just a seventeen year old child when this all ended, you didn't even watch the real horrors of the war, you know nothing how it feels to walk on the streets of your own village where you are not allowed to raise your heads, how can you know the feeling of ignoring the men dying in front of you and women and children are being punished for the mistake of demanding food to survive!" Jacob walked over to her mother and grabbed her hand, "Husband don't." her mother tried to protest but he ignored her and tore the sleeve of her cerulean gown. She saw two straight lines of red scars on her mother's forearm which she always used to ask her about but her mother always ignored her questions.

"See them! Look upon these red marks your mother earned, and you know for what?" her mother closed her eyes and Hermione can see that she is trying to control her tears from falling down. "she once fed a child of a witch who tried to rebel against Deacon Nott, that child was punished and they chained him in the middle of the market square and ordered everyone to not feed him until the soldiers decide that his punishment is over." The tears are falling down from her mothers' face and her face was crumbling by remembering the day "she tried to feed that poor child but they caught her, if we wouldn't have offered our whole grains she would have been buried like, JOSEPH." She jumped when her father yelled. She shivered as her eyes went to her mothers' red scars and felt her inside churning with the guilt.

"You say you will fight for the 'change', you want to bring a revolution but I tell you one thing daughter, that you know nothing, nothing about lives, nothing about suffering and nothing about war. You say you want a better world but know nothing about world and nothing about revolution. You are just another ignorant child who thinks she knows everything and judge every person but you know nothing about others' problems or arduous situation."

Hermione's inside felt ignited. How dare he, how dare he think that she didn't care about others' suffering or agonized lives. She knows, she understands and she had listened to them when they talked about the cruelty they face because of the Pure-ones. She was scared but everyday she had argued with herself over a choice, and yes, she didn't face her parents' experiences at first hand but never once did she ignore their pain and suffering, never did she ignore the hidden pain in her parents' silence. She wants to yell and try to make her point but she won't, she knows her father is angry and there is no point of arguing with him now, but one thing is assured that she will never leave Tutshill until it was a place of equality and justice.

"I know." She whispered and her father's face softened when he saw her teared eyes, "but there will be no change, there will be no happiness if someone won't fight for the right thing" she said.

Jacob pulled his hair in frustration with his one hand. Her mother strode towards her, she reached in front of her daughter and cupped her cheeks with her hands and was about to say something when Hermione took her hands and trace the scars on her forearms with her finger. "They have to pay for what they did to you, what they are doing to everyone else, what they are doing to innocents for all these years."

Jean yanked her arm from Hermione's grip and looked at her with a little tenderness, "you are not the only person who wants justice and change Hermione, but, but you shouldn't do it be-because you," she cupped her face with both of her arms "you are the only thing left for your father and me. Please, please don't try to fly in this sky of cruel vultures."

She took her mother's hands and kissed both of them "They say it only need a spark, a spark of fire to start a greater good, and if I," a small reassuring smile appeared on her face, "and if I get to be that spark of fire, then I would die with the utmost honor for myself."

"But even fire need more woods to create a conflagration, a small fire can be demolished by a small breeze of air," her father said with his voice hoarse of the yelling he had done earlier. "from where would these revolutionaries will come who are ready to burn themselves for this change? Your mother and I will stand by your side even though we're against it, but who will stand by your side when we are not going to be there. If you ever loved a person with your whole heart, do you think that person will stand by your side against this world?" he asked with his voice soft and dejected.

She smiled at him "Then find me that person father, find me someone who will love my words, my thinking and my ideas, not my face or voice." She replied.

He stared at her and then gave a sad chuckle "Only a madman will be brave enough to love your views, my darling." He said while shaking his head.

She looked at him with tiredness creeping over her whole body, she smiled at her wonderful father she had admired her whole life "I would rather love a madman than a coward, Father" she turned and left for her room.

-The Trojan Princess-

Mareritt whispers.

She doesn't know where she is, what is this place. She walked down the roads of Tutshill are blazing with fire, houses are demolished or burned to the grounds. Screams of children rang over the field, farms and market of the settlement.

"Help!", "please! Have mercy! They are children", "Fiona! FIONA!" a man sobbed for his dying wife. Hermione was burning, she felt it. "Please! Help my mommy, help." Small hands tugged on her gown, she looked and jumped from freight. A little girl with dust all over robes and a huge cut going through her left shoulder to the forearm. But her face, her face is blank, there is no face on it, no nose, no eyes, nor a mouth.

"Please my mummy needs help." The girl cried again. Hermione grabbed her uninjured right hand avoiding looking at her faceless head, "Wh-Where is-is your mother?" she asked stammering on her words.

The girl started pulling her down towards the streets of the market. The bodies of the villagers are lying on the street making the streets look like slaughter house. Little girl was running now pulling Hermione with her as fast as she can.

They passed Tabitha's burned nursery, and entered the small cloth market of the village. "There is mommy." The little girl said pointing towards the direction where woman was lying in front of the stairs of an abandoned house.

She gingerly walked towards the woman who was lying on the street, she can tell she is alive because the woman was withering from pain. The little girl, Hermione noticed isn't walking with her now, she was standing at the place where they both stopped before. She found it odd but the woman's whimpers got louder.

She walked and kneeled towards the woman her head was on the other direction. There was a huge gash on her neck and it was obvious she won't survive. Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat and turned to call the girl so she can have some last moment with her mother.

But when she turned her, her eyes went wide and fall on her bottom with the shock. This time the girl has a face, her face, five year old Hermione's face. Chocolate brown eyes boring into hers' like a fire arrow, the 'girl'- 'Hermione' raised her finger on the withering figure and said "My mommy." she said with an emotionless expression.

Realization struck Hermione, she turned her head with wide eyes, there was her mother lying on the ground trembling and suffering from the pain. A huge red cut on her throat while blood coming trailing out of her mouth.

"no-no-no, NO! NO! please," she yelled tear flowing down from her face while looking for anyone who can help her "PLEASE! HELP PLEASE!" she grabbed her mother's hand like a lifeline and met her eyes "MUM! Please, don't leave me, please don't!" her mother stared at her with teary eyes and a small smile on her face she reached to cup her cheeks with her trembling hand, "my love." Jean whispered but her eyes are lifeless now. There is nothing she could do now, she was failed, she was a failure.

"NO! NO! NO!" she wailed and wailed for this dreadful state of world.

..

She woke with a gasp of air, her forehead glistening full of sweat and breathing hard. She threw away the covers because of the heat she is feeling now. Still breathing hard, she rolled off the bed and landed softly on the wooden floor with a quiet 'thud'. With her forehead attached to the cold floor she closed her eyes, an ache has started taking over her whole head.

The argument with her parents was a disaster. She knew they are right and she doesn't know how but their revelation had made the familiar tinge of insecurity come creeping back stronger, she feared her failure even more now.

She had always asked those questions to herself which her parents had asked her today. Will anyone will be brave enough to stand by her side? Will these villagers who she wants to see living a fearless and liberal lives, will they stand by her side? Are they determined enough for their freedom? Are they brave enough or would she have to fight this battle alone as her father had predicted.

They agree with 'The Granger', a glimmer of hope always rise in her heart whenever she watches people appreciating her words. 'don't be a fool, they appreciate Granger's work not yours, you are just a girl. They will follow a wise man which you had made yourself, not you. No fool will follow a girl to fight with the odds'.

Even though she never will accept it, she hates The Granger. She hates him for taking the appreciation of her words, she hates him for succeeding bringing hopes to people's heart when she failed to do so, she hates him for being a person who can start the revolution she is restricted from. That is the freedom only anonymity is awarded with.

She stood up ignoring the shaking of her legs and reaching for the jug of water which was perched on the window of her room. She took the jug and pour the half of it to reduce the pain she is feeling in her whole body. Finally sated she sat on the floor with her back with the wall and bring her knees to her chest. She rested her head on her knees and gave a tired sigh.

She heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the stairs. She groaned hoping that her parents wouldn't have hear her screams. Suddenly the person nearly banged on her door which startle her.

"Hermione, open the door!" a familiar panicked voice came.

Hermione opened her door hastily and there was Mathews standing, sweat all over his face like he was running a few miles, his dark eyes met her. He suddenly entered the room and closed the door.

He hastily faced her "Tell me Hermione, are you, are you the Granger?" he asked throwing Hermione off guard. Her face went pale, her knees felt weak "wha-what" she managed to croak out from her mouth.

Irritation flashed through Mathews' face, "Are you the Granger or not Hermione?" he asked calmly even though the atmosphere is anything but calm. "They suspect you Hermione, they are coming for you. If you are not the Granger, I can request the Duke to leave you alone." He placed his arm softly on her shoulder and made a frozen and pale Hermione look him into Hermione "but, please, please Hermione. Tell me it is not true what they are saying, you are not the Granger are you?".

Hermione stood there contemplating her answer. 'They knew, oh lord! They knew' her lips tremble, her parents! She can't drag them into this, they will die, NO! she looked towards Mathews, maybe he can help them escape from Tutshill. She knew she can't be save herself they will find her wherever she will go, she had to save them.

"Speak! For Merlin's sake, they are coming." Said Mathews while looking more irritate.

"Yes." She admitted "yes, I am the Granger." Hermione whispered. She looked over Mathews whose face was blank then a frown of disbelief appeared and then of frustration.

"You fool." He whispered quietly but harshly, she opened her mouth "Do you know what you have done!" he yelled, Hermione flinched with a face pale of panic and fear.

"Mathews, brother please listen to me. Help me, I don't care what happens to me but my pare-" before she can finish a huge scream of her mother wailed through the whole house. Her eyes went wide, she looked towards Mathews "They're here." He said. Without waiting Hermione grabbed her wand from the bag, Mathews eyes glued to the wand in shock but Hermione ignored him.

"JEAN! LEAVE HER, LEAVE HER." She heard her father's screams of helplessness. She sprinted down the stairs, she doesn't know if Mathews was behind her and she couldn't care anymore. She reached the living room and on their front door, there was a bulky man with a mask and black robes hanging from his shoulders to knees standing who had grabbed her mother's hair and her nose was bleeding, even the mask on his face Hermione can tell he was enjoying doing that, that alone sight made her blood boiled.

"LEAVE HER!" she shrieked by lashing her wand forward, the man's eyes behind his mask went wide when a red streak of light came out of Hermione's wand and shot towards him. The streak directly hit the soldiers' chest, in a moment he went flying outside and crashed on the land of their garden. Hermione felt triumph for a moment but it all faded away when she saw her unconscious on the porch's floor.

She hastily reached her and kneel down. There is a huge gash on Jean's forehead and it is bleeding hard. Hermione with trembling hands reached for her wand, she didn't knew many spells with her wand but she was practicing the healing charm for a week. She made a swish with her wand "Episky." Hermione enchanted, a bluish light flashed and a bleeding was stopped because of the charm but the cut still fresh.

Before Hermione could blink two flash of lights passed missing her and hitting the wall inside. She ducked her head. She shifted her mothers' unconscious body inside the house. She looked over the porch's fences, they were three soldiers of the Pure-ones. One was holding her father on her knees and other two have their wands raised towards the house's door.

She was hiding behind door's frame but to her surprise and suspicion they are not firing spells. "Come out girl, we don't have to do this the ugly way." a raspy or rough voice came of a soldier.

"why would I trust you." She yelled back "you are muggleborns like me, I know. Don't you feel disgust," she was playing their games with them now "why would I trust you people, you can't even be of your own people, who share same blood with you. You only are purebloods bootlickers and nothing more." She spatted "and people always say to not to trust cowards."

There was no reply she was thinking that her game was working but, "come out girl and if you didn't on the count of five, you'll be hearing your fathers' screaming next."

"ONE" she stayed.

"TWO", "Hermione, stay inside" she heard her father yell.

"THREE" she gripped her wand tighter.

"FOUR" she stood up while glancing at her unconscious mother, she turned and walked out on the porch with her wand raised.

"FI-" one of the masked soldier was about to finish but stopped when he saw her.

She was standing there with her wand high and ready to fight. She doesn't how will she fight but she will, until the dying breath she will, she had promised herself long ago. Soldiers didn't move they just stare at her fearlessly standing there.

The lack of attacks made her suspicious and she was about to jab her wand but out of nowhere she felt a tip of her wand on her back.

"Shh," a familiar voice quietly said, "you have done well Hermione, very-very well."

"crucio."

Pain, unbearable pain. She felt her whole body on fire, like thousand knives are stabbed on her whole body. Her surrounding felt fazing now, she don't know when but she was on the floor on the porch withering with pain. She can fear faint sound of her father screaming her name. This pain is something else, it is escalating in her body with every second. She can't hear, she can't tell if she is screaming or not. This agony, this affliction, why won't it end, why it is growing more, why is it not ending.

After a minute which seem to like an hour for her, the pain vanished. Her muscles are still aching, she tried to make a sound but a croak only came out of her mouth. She started gaining her vision back, and porch's ceiling she can all see. She moved a little even though her muscles felt weak, but it was a wrong decision when she realized she was on the edge of porch. She fell down rolling from the three wooden stairs of their porch and landed on the soil.

She can taste metallic taste of blood in her mouth. One of her eyes has started swelling because of hits her face had got on her crash on the stairs.

"Hermione!" she heard her father's frightened voice. Her whole body is trembling with pain. "Hermione! Hermione!" her head was pounding and she can hear her own heartbeat in the ears.

With all of her strength left in her body she placed both of her hands on the soil surface and lift her body but all her efforts went vain. "let me help you sister." the familiar voice said. Like a puppet which was controlled by strings, her body lifted and she was now sitting on her knees with her hands roped behind her back and her body frozen except of the area above the neck.

All of the strength she had left in her body she raised her head to find the person who was the reason of her present situation. There was standing Mathews idly with a wand playing in his fingers. His eyes were boring into her with amusement of triumph in them. Her father was also staring o him in disbelief.

"Ma-M-Mathews?" she croaked out with her voice hoarse voice because of her dry throat.

Mathews' corner of the right lip twitched at the mention of his name. He started leisurely walking around her. "You fought well, Hermione. Learned from somewhere?" he asked.

Hermione and Jacob are beyond shocked, they can't believe. He betrayed them, the same person they had eaten with, drank with and laughed together. The same Mathews she had called brother did that to us.

"We trus_" her father bellowed but was silenced by the silencing charm, by one of the soldiers. Mathews gave her father a swift glance "Be still Jacob, I don't want any of you to be hurt," he then turned towards his soldiers "don't I Adolf?" he asked raising his eyebrow to the soldier who Hermione had cursed before. Adolf, the soldier bowed his and said quietly "No, my lord.". Mathews steps towards the soldier "Yet you caused Jean pain Adolf, that too without my orders I might ask why".

The soldier, Hermione saw bowed down on his one knee, his head lowered and eyes on the ground. "Please, forgive me my lord." Adolf said pleadingly while Mathews stared at him with cold eyes. "I have not asked for your forgiveness Adolf. I have asked your answer for the brutality you have showed towards Jean." he stated with repulsion in his voice.

Adolf was visibly shaking of fear by the cold voice of Mathews. "Forgive me my lord, I, I" he stammered, even with his head low Hermione can tell his eyes are full of terror. "I-I got carried away my lord, please I beg for forgiveness." Mathews sighed "You know I don't like violation of my orders Adolf." he tutted.

Adolf raised his mouth again to beg for forgiveness but Mathews had raised his wand and with a whisper, he enchanted "Crucio." a red ray of light hit the soldier who was now withering and bawling with pain on the ground. Mathews watched his soldier shuddering violently with an casual experience, "MERCY!" Adolf screamed again and again. A moment he stopped jerking and his screams are turned into the whimpers of pain. "Stand Adolf." ordered Mathews, Adolf stood up with his trembling legs. "I hope you learned your lesson and I don't have to repeat these drastic measures again. Did you learn your lesson?" Adolf shakily nodded "very well." He turned towards Hermione who was wide eyed at Mathews brutality.

"Who are you?" she asked, Mathews raised his eyebrow "I am Mathews, Hermione." he replied walking closer to her and meeting her chocolate brown eyes with his dark brown ones.

Hermione glared at him "No mere soldiers can perform the magic you had shown." She retorted.

Mathews chuckled "You never fail to surprise me with your intellects, sister.". "Don't call me that." Hermione spat while amusement increase on Mathews' face.

"I ask you last time, Who. Are. You.?"

Mathews or the man just sighed and place his wand inside the pocket of his overcoat and took out another wand from inside of his other pocket which was Hermione's wand. Hermione tried to move but the jinx wouldn't let her body move.

"Hmm, Vinewood, 10¾ long and," he paused and his eyes gleamed "Dragon heartstring." he drawled and cocked his head in her direction. "Tell me Hermione, from where did you steal this wand?"

Rage rose inside of her, all pain of the curse was gone and it was replaced with anger, hurt and madness of fury. She was furious and her reaction was not went unnoticed by the man whose face again turned into amused one.

"I asked you a question Hermione, from where did this wand came?" he asked again, Hermione glared at him, "I also asked you a question." She replied firmly.

'Mathews' scoffed and shook his head "If you want to do things this way so be it." he signaled one of his soldiers who nodded. He pointed his wand towards their fields and yelled "INCENDIO MAXIME!", to her horror huge jet of flames are flying towards their field. The whole field of different vegetables caught fire and not even a minute was taken for fire to spread and burn down every single vegetable harvested in the field.

Her father shouted in horror but no voice came out because of the charm. Hermione helplessly watched every single plant and vegetable she sowed once burning to ashes in front of her. 'This is not humane' hollow voice said inside of her.

"The name is," she turned her head to see the man whose face is glowing orange from the burning inferno he had created, "Duke," Hermione's swallowed "Theodore Nott."

Hello people of fandom, the second chapter is done. I would like to thank everyone who read and reviewed the first one. The first chapter had a Indian legendary revolutionary Bhagat Singh's quote and this one touched upon Mary Wollstonecroft another revolutionary. These two people worked tirelessly to bring a change. While they both died extremely young, their legacy is still alive in every little change we all strive to make in today's world.

Mareritt or Mare is an scandanavian entity which rides people's chests while they sleep and brings nightmares.

I hope you all will like this chapter. Thanks to my sister i survived my dull English. Please review the story and share your thoughts and criticism of the story, it all will be appreciated.