A/N: This is my version Vikings and the Harry Potter mixed together. I do not own any book/movie/TV show and will not make any money from this.I'm safe letter/warning out without them being able to read or write.
This is my first fan-fiction. I am not a professional writer and would never claim to be. I am doing this for my own enjoyment and hope to bring some joy to others if possible!
Hermione was in trouble. She knew how she got here, but she wasn't sure where here was or even when. She sighed as she passed a hut like building. All she could see was farm animals and hills, it reminded her of Scotland. Hermione sighed as she started to think of Hogwarts. She was to visit Minerva that night, though that would not happen now as she ended up in some unknown place and time. Hermione was sure that she was in the past; she had no way of telling how far back in time she had traveled. She knew it had to beat least 200 years. Hermione didn't know how wrong she was.
Hermione took a moment to check, making sure everything that was on her person had made it to the past with her. Hermione was relieved to find her wand in the holster as well as her trusted beaded bag still safe in her expanded pocket. Hermione put an extension charm on all her clothes, there were too many Death Eaters around. She didn't feel safe enough to leave it at home. Hermione pulled the invisibility cloak out; she hadn't given it back to Harry yet, for which she was thankful. Hermione quickly put everything back, besides the invisibility cloak, then started walking down a dirt path.
The surrounding area reminding her of the cliffs in Scotland. Hermione was walking for hours before she finally came across a village in a valley surrounded by cliffs just on the edge of the water. The village was more active and had more people than Hermione thought a village however far back in time she went would have. Hermione headed toward the village with the invisibility cloak over her. As she walked, Hermione saw some of the woman wearing dresses, some in strange trousers with their hair styled in tight braids and beads, some of the women even had axes or knives attached to their clothes. Hermione watched the men with long beards with beads but with partially clean-shaven heads or some even just had what looked like tattoos instead of hair! As she slowly maneuvered through the village without being seen. Hermione heard a man groaning and grunting as if he was in pain. She then heard a man shouting as she passed a long building.
Hermione looked inside a window to see a woman and a few men standing around a man with long brown hair and a beard. She noticed he didn't have a shirt on. She also noticed some tattoos on the man, but she couldn't clearly see what they were. She watched in horror as she realized that the man was tied to a table, another dark-haired man was standing over the first man cutting his cheek. The man had a swollen face and blood coming out of his ears and nose. This gave Hermione a flash back of her own torture. Every time Hermione saw a knife anymore, she had flash back to Bellatrix carving, mudblood, into her skin or having a knife to her neck. Hermione came out of her flashback as she heard the nameless man grunt again. She knew she had to quickly come up with a plan to save the man. Hermione saw a door that she could get the man out of not far from where she was standing; she pointed her wand at the opposite side of the building before she said "Bombarda Maxima."
Hermione watched as the back half of the building collapsed. All the people, but the woman ran out with weapons drawn. She slipped inside as quickly as she could, throwing a silent stupefy at the woman watching her fall to the floor then quickly throwing another one at the man on the table. Hermione didn't want either of them to alert the people outside of her activities. Hermione quickly cut his binds with a spell. She then disillusioned him, as she finished it with a Wingardium Leviosa. Almost as soon as she was done the long hair man who was torching the man hidden by her spell marched back into the building. As soon as he sees the woman on the floor, he rushes to her trying to wake her. This gives Hermione the ability to maneuver the tortured man out before the long-haired man starts to yell alerting other people who were on the outside of the building. When she gets to the top of a hill to the edge of the village, Hermione finally turns around. She sees the same long-haired man from earlier pointing at some people, then stabbing one in the throat. Hermione doesn't know what to think. She knows that she's traveled further back than 200 years, but how far back? 500 years, maybe 1000's of years, she didn't know.
Hermione rubbed her temples deciding to walk for a little while longer before setting up her tent. She walked for 20 minutes before she ended up next to one of the cliffs not too far from the village. Hermione cast the same wards as she used, not even 6 months ago, protecting herself, Harry and Ron. Hermione quickly set up the tent, making the dark-haired man visible again then moved him inside taking him into one of the rooms and put him onto a bed. Hermione then took the time to finally look at the man's wounds. She started with the ones on his face. They weren't going to kill him, nevertheless they would scar if just left alone. Hermione knew she could prevent it, so why wouldn't she? Hermione summoned the Essence of Dittany and the Bruise Removal Paste, putting a few drops on the man's face. She watched it heal. Hermione looked over the man's torso. She saw that his ribs might be broken. She waved her want fixing his bones with Episkey. The man let out a grunt but otherwise did not move. Hermione put the Bruise Removal Paste over any bruise she could see. Fred and George had taught her how to brew the Bruise Removal Paste not long after the Boxing Telescope incident. Hermione sighed vanishing the remaining paste from her hands and wondered if this strange man was dangerous. Hermione knew she would have to be cautious. She cast wards around the man to let her know if he awoke anytime during the night or if he needed immediate medical attention. Hermione turned from him then walked out of the room, turning to ward the small rooms' door so the man couldn't get out. Hermione headed to her own room to try to get some sleep from this long and stressful day. Hermione warded her door to keep everyone out. She knew it wasn't likely, but she had worried that the man somehow would manage to get out of the wards around his room without alerting her or that someone would manage to get through her wards around the tent and try to hurt her. That paranoia was left from the war; however, she couldn't say it didn't save her a time or two. Hermione did not even bother to change her clothes before throwing herself down on the bed, then quickly falling asleep.
Rollo awoke in a strange place. He looked around the strange room noticing how it was nothing like any structure he had ever seen before. There was strange furniture with the most amazing woodworking. Rollo was in awe. He saw the walls and ceiling looked like wool cloth, but not at the same time. It was tightly sown together and thinner. Rollo sat up in bed observing that his body was covered with a piece of cloth that was another thing he had never seen before in all his life. It was bright red and extremely soft, softer than a rabbit's hair. After a moment of just running his hands along the fabric; Rollo reached up to check the wounds he knew he would have on his face. He was surprised to not feel any open wounds and did not even feel any pain. Rollo knew the cuts were deep, how could he not have any open wounds or feel any pain?
Rollo was surprised when she noticed a woman standing in the doorway. He quickly rolled out of the bed. Rollo immediately started yelling at the strange woman that was just watching him. "What am I doing here, woman?"
The curly haired woman tilted her head to the side. "Are you a Norseman?"
Rollo was confused by this golden-brown haired woman he could tell she was not speaking her native language; he was also confused on why she would even ask if he was a Norseman. If she was from Kattegat or even the surrounding areas, she would know this. Rollo could not help but to get mad at the woman for not answering his question. "You will answer me, now! What am I doing here?"
Rollo instead of waiting for an answer he charged the small woman, as soon as he got an arm's length away from her, his body was thrown back into the bed. Rollo got out of the bed as fast as he could. "I mean you no harm Norseman, I have been helping you.' The woman paused to collect herself before continuing. 'I am a witch; I was passing by the building in the village when I heard and saw them torturing you. I could not allow it, so I took you away."
Rollo was in disbelief and unsure what to believe, witches were to be celebrated. This woman did not look like any other witch he'd ever met. The woman waved her hand bringing his attention back to her. "Would you like me to show you?"
Rollo immediately nodded and said yes. The woman smiled a sweet, shy smile. She raised her arm with a stick in her hand as she started saying a few words he didn't understand. Rollo did not care what she had said anyway, he was too busy being amazed by the results. She turned the bed into a full-grown horse. He couldn't believe his eyes. Rollo walked over to the horse, then slowly putting his hand on the mane as he moved his hand down; Rollo felt its heart beating and even its chest as it was breathing. The horse felt so real. How could this curvy woman who was before him accomplish such amazing feats with just the wave of her hand.
He turned back around toward the witch to find her right behind him. Rollo was surprised as she was able to sneak up on him without him noticing. Not many can do that to him. Rollo just took a moment to admire the beauty before him. He had never been so entranced by a woman before. Her mass of golden-brown curls falling past her shoulders, she had gold eyes that made her look so innocent that he never wanted it to change, the supplest body he ever laid his eyes on, even compared to Lagertha, with curves in all the right places. One good look at her made him wonder why he ever thought that being with Siggy was a good idea.
"What is your name, witch?" He asked wanting to reach out and touch her hair.
"Hermione. What is your name, Norseman?" Rollo had never heard a name more beautiful or unique before.
"Rollo."
Hermione smiled at Rollo. She gestured for the door leading out of the room. "Would you like to come out of the room now? You can tell me why those people were torturing you. Then maybe I could help you contact your family, maybe your wife. Let them know you're okay."
Rollo chuckled as he walked out the door into a strange room with more items he'd never seen before. Hermione followed him out quietly sitting on the sofa, watching Rollo take everything in. Rollo cautiously sat in the sofa next to Hermione wondering how she had gotten it so soft. "I have no wife, witch, though I will gladly tell you why it happened. Almost all of it is common knowledge in Kattegat, I have nothing to hide. My younger brother, Ragnar has recently tried to keep something from the Earl of Kattegat that he didn't like. We recently sailed to the west again instead of going along the coast. The Earl sent one of his men, his own half-brother, with us when we went this last time. The man raped a Saxon woman, then tried to rape Ragnar's wife Lagertha when she attempted to stop him. Lagertha killed the man, but Ragnar took the blame saying he killed him instead.; Earl Haraldson put Ragnar on trial, before the trail the Earl tried to convince me to turn on my brother. I instead turned on the Earl making him look like a fool. Ragnar, as well as his family, fled when the Earls men raided their farm destroying everything leaving Ragnar being seriously injured. Most think he is dead. I was being tortured so they could try to get where Ragnar is from me. I believe it was mostly because I made the Earl look like a fool. I wouldn't tell them anything, and you got to me before they could do much more than hit me a few times and cut my face.' Rollo paused before asking Hermione about herself. 'What is your story? What is this place?"
Hermione hummed as she thought about what she should tell Rollo. Hermione chose to just tell Rollo the truth. Hermione had felt a connection to the man, her magic was reaching out for him. Hermione had learned to listen as well as trust into her magic over the years. "Well I guess I'll start with how I came here. My brother, Harry, had just decided to get married to his girlfriend of, well I guess in total time of their relationship was around 9 months, we were arguing in the middle of the department of mysteries. I had just got hired on as an Unspeakable; I hadn't even taken my vows to not speak about what I would be doing yet. I was telling Harry it was too soon, that he couldn't even know if she was anything he even wanted. Harry hadn't learned anything about the girl. He was in Auror training while she did a half year to finishing school and they hardly saw each other. How could he know how she acted when they lived together? He didn't take the time to see if they could stand to be with the other person day in and day out. I just wanted him to be happy and not to rush into a marriage he might not be happy in. Especially when you have a magical marriage, divorce is not an option.
Anyway, I'm rambling. I grabbed Harry's arm when he turned to walk away instead of listening to me. Harry tried to push me away so I would let him go. I tripped and knocked into a man who just walked in the room. The man had a jar filled with what looked like sand. The man dropped it when I fell into him it shattered right next to me, which in turn caused the sand to fall on me. Why he didn't have an unbreakable charm on the jar, is something I will always wonder. It had to have been time sand for the time turners since technically I'm from 800 years or so in the future. I awoke not far from a farm; I was looking for a town or just anything to tell me where and when I was. When I came across Kattegat. I wasn't in the town long before I saved you from those people. I brought you to this cliff then brought out my emergency kit. This is place is my tent or I guess my current home."
Rollo didn't understand most of what she was saying. He understood she wasn't from this time. That it was her brothers' fault she was here. He spoke the two questions he wanted to know. "How is it you speak my language? How would you be able to send a message to my family?"
Hermione began to fidget again not sure what to say. "I can send them a crow, hawk, owl or a raven with a message, whichever you would like. I can understand you and you can understand me because of a spell. It translates for what you say for me, and what I say to you, until I can speak the language fluently."
Rollo was impressed. They would come a long way with magic. "I think a raven would be the best way. How are you going to get one?"
Hermione smiled at the man. "Give me one moment."
Hermione then took her wand out silently casting a spell on a metal trinket, on the table in front of where they were seated, transforming it into a raven. Rollo was amazed when the newly transformed raven turned to them flying to land on the woman's shoulder. Hermione chuckled at his stunned face.
Hermione stood from the couch to rummage in a drawer in another room before coming back a minute later with parchment, a quill, and some ink. "Write what you would like, and I'll send it out with this little guy."
She smiled at the raven while petting his feathers. Rollo quickly wrote down a quick note* that told Ragnar that he was safe, that he was also hidden from Earl Haraldson. Rollo's letter included, that he would be headed his way in the next day with the person who saved him. Rollo gave Hermione the letter. "I have told him that you will be with me."
Hermione nodded while rolling up the letter then attaching it to the raven. She whispered to it, before it flew out of the tent. Hermione turned back to Rollo smiling at him before saying, "Good, I wasn't going to let you go alone."
Lagertha was perplexed. Ragnar, her husband, was barely alive. Lagertha had just heard from Floki about Rollo being captured. This made her worry even more about her family. How would they make it out of this mess Ragnar had got them into? She was so deep in thought she almost didn't notice the raven fly in through the open door and into Floki's home. Why would this beautiful bird come into their home? Was it a sign from the Gods? The raven hopped closer to Lagertha, stopping right in front of her sticking out its leg showing her there was a piece of paper attached to its leg. Lagertha just knew this was a sign from the gods, she only hoped it was a good sign. Lagertha thought it was unfortunate that she was the only one to witness the raven's strange behavior, well besides the monk, Athelstan, who was sitting in the corner cautiously watching the strange event. Lagertha's children, Bjorn and Gyda, were asleep not far from the fire and Floki and Helga had left the house for a quick fuck. For that Lagertha was grateful. She did not want to hear or see them while her husband was in pain.
Lagertha gathered courage to try to touch the raven. She slowly reached out. When the raven didn't fly away, Lagertha gently grabbed the paper off the raven's leg. As soon as she was done the raven let out a crow before diving out the door flying away. Lagertha let out a breath, slowly opening the paper. She let out a laugh when she saw Rollo had escaped. She was curious about whom this person was that helped him, but quickly put it out of her mind, turning to where Ragnar was sleeping to wake him to tell him the good news. As he would be upset if she had waited to tell him.
Ragnar was disoriented and could tell he still had a fever when he woke up. He heard Lagertha calling his name, but he was confused on why she was smiling. When Ragnar finally registered what she was saying, he grabbed the small piece of paper out of her hands. He felt such happiness that his brother was saved, Ragnar wanted to pay the man who had helped his brother back. Now all they had to do was wait for them to get to Floki's house safely.
The next day passed slowly for Ragnar, he felt like he was in and out of consciousness with fever ravaging his mind. He dreamed of his brother being tortured, of his children both being dead, and Lagertha leaving him for another. He awoke next to the most beautiful sight he had ever seen; he was sure this woman was a goddess, with wild hair and amber eyes. She held a cup to his mouth and he immediately drank the strange liquid she offered him. Ragnar found that he was instantaneously feeling better. His head cleared enough to realize she wasn't a goddess but an actual woman with his brother standing next to her. Lagertha was just behind them with a worried look on her face. Floki was grinning madly at the strange woman with Helga smiling next to him as always. Ragnar's children were on the other side of the room with Athelstan, who had a fearful look on his face. "What has happened?"
Lagertha let out a tiny sob; she had a huge smile on her face. "The gods have saved you. You have been riddled with fever from the arrow wound and the cut on your leg for almost a week. I was afraid you would die, Ragnar."
Ragnar sat up feeling like he was never sick or even injured. He looked down at his leg seeing he didn't have any pants on. Ragnar saw he didn't have a scar like he knew he should have. Ragnar gently moved his arm again surprised on how it didn't hurt. Not even a little bit. He pulled his shirt up, showing that his arrow wound had barely scarred. Ragnar knew Floki had burnt his wounds so how he didn't have a bigger scar was something he couldn't comprehend. Ragnar stood quickly hugging his brother. Thanking the Gods that his brother was safe.
Floki with a mad cackle took Ragnar from Rollo. "We have been blessed with a witch Ragnar. A witch!"
The woman with curly hair was slowly moving to the door when Floki said this. Everyone in the room turned and looked at her. She had pale skin with eyes that were so golden they shone like amber and hair that sparked with lightning. Her pale cheeks turned rose-red at the attention. She stuttered out, "I, um, well hello."
Rollo let out a laugh grabbed the woman to pull her back to the middle of the room. "This brother is Hermione. She is the woman who saved me from Earl Haraldson, she also gave you the medicine to heal your wounds so well."
Ragnar was speechless, this woman, Hermione was half of Lagertha's size, shorter than even Helga, only a foot or so taller than Bjorn. That's not to say she wasn't curvy in all the right places, but she was short! This woman saved his brother, without anyone even knowing who did it. Ragnar finally asked, "How? How have you done it? You are so tiny.'
Hermione let out a loud laugh. Ragnar jumped not expecting that reaction. Hermione got a twinkle in her eye, similarly to her old headmasters and said, "Magic." As if that answer would explain everything.
Floki clapped his hands loudly making happy noises. Ragnar shakes his head while he tries to understand this strange woman. Bjorn and Gyda couldn't wait another second, they stepped around Athelstan running to their father engulfing him in a hug. Athelstan walked up to Hermione asking something in his native language. Hermione gave him a huge smile and answers back in the same language. "Of course, I can show you, are you a Christian?"
Athelstan nods his head quietly explaining he was a monk, before he was a slave. This brings a frown to Hermione's face. "You're a slave?" She knew the Vikings had slaves but to think she had to live in an era where that was acceptable was not something that Hermione liked. Neither Rollo nor Ragnar liked the frown on Hermione's face. Lagertha smirked at Ragnar staring at the strange woman, knowing Rollo had as good as claimed her since they got here 2 hours ago.
Rollo had slyly called her his witch to Floki without Hermione hearing, as she was busy brewing her potions as Hermione called it. Lagertha could see what they saw in her, Hermione had a force around her that made you want to look at her and bow. Almost like she was one of the Gods they worshiped. You could feel the power coming off the small woman. Lagertha felt only a fool would attack this shield maiden. Hermione saw Athelstan nod affirming he was a slave. "Ragnar and I have talked about him letting me be free, but then we got attacked by the Earl and his men."
Hermione turned to Ragnar. He quickly nodded his head. Hermione thought it was amusing how he seems to hang on to her every move. "Well that is good. Where I am from only the elves were slaves. Not that they realized this of course."
"Elves exist, Oh! How I knew the gods had such beautiful creatures." Floki was clapping with glee then started to dance around the fire with Helga.
Hermione realized her mistake, quickly correcting his misconception. She pulled out her Magical Creature book from school, she quickly rubbed the binding. "No Floki, I am sorry."
She continued as she showed him a picture of House elves, 'The elves that I am talking about are short, wrinkly creatures with large ears and bulging eyes."
Hermione quickly turned the pages to a picture of Veela, "What you are referring to are called Veela where I am from. Veela are beautiful being that can lure men and some women in with a pheromone they admit. They usually have light blonde hair with soft features. Male Veela are out there, but they are extremely rare." By the time Hermione finished, the whole room was looking at her in awe. She blushed again realizing she went into lecture mode, like she does with Harry and Ron. She quickly closed the book putting it back into her beaded bag.
Athelstan was amazed at what Hermione knew. Yes, women were taught how to survive, to take care of their families, but to know how to read. Did she know how to write? He didn't know what to think about this peculiar woman. Floki was watching the witch in wonder. How could she have fit that huge book with strange bindings into the tiny purple bag? Floki was amazed by this woman. He briefly noticed Rollo and Ragnar regarded the woman with looks of worship. He was sure he had the same look on his face.
"Can you show us more?" Everyone was startled as Gyda asked Hermione, she was excited to see what the strange woman had in her pretty purple bag. Hermione turned to the little girl with a smile on her face. Hermione thought she looked just like Lagertha.
"Well I guess I could show you more of that book. It shouldn't harm anything." Hermione pulled the book back out of her beaded bag before sitting down on the log around the fire. She ushered the children over to her.
Bjorn was wary, though he was almost as excited as his sister to see the wonderful pictures in the book. Hermione smiled down at the children, quickly turning to the first chapter which was about Trolls. "Trolls are considered a class 4 mythical creature; they are 10-15 feet tall. Trolls have skin that is resistant to magic, but they are not intelligent. They will smash anything that comes into their territory. Trolls mostly live in the Mountains, and they stink! I would know when I was a child, I was trapped with a Mountain Troll, my friends came to save me. Harry jumped on the trolls back and my other friend, Ron, had the Trolls club hit the top of the Trolls head knocking the Troll out."
Hermione let out a little laugh thinking about how lucky all of them were. Bjorn grabbed the book pointing at the book then looking at the Hermione in wonder. "You've seen one?" Bjorn had never seen such a creature before, he had seen giants on the stones, but they did not look like the troll in this picture, with green skin and animal skin clothing.
Hermione gave the boy a huge grin, "Of course I have, and I have seen so many other magical creatures."
He almost jumped around as he asked what she had seen before. Hermione felt like she was about to tell a story when everyone in the room sat around the fire, looking at her with excitement. Hermione decided to tell them about her school years and about the highlights of the year on the run, from finding Fluffy to breaking out of the Goblin run bank on a dragon. She told them about the final battle, once Hermione started talking, she couldn't stop. This was the first time she talked about the events that happened through her life with anyone. Harry and Ron didn't want to talk about it, any more than they had too. Her boys just wanted to just forget and move on.
As Hermione told them about the creatures she faced, she showed them pictures out of her Monsters book. She knew she shouldn't she knew the rules of time travel, but at that moment she just didn't care. By the end of Hermione's explanation of her life, everyone in attendance were all amazed by this small woman.
The next few days were the best Rollo had experienced in a long time. Hermione made everything better. Everyone was happy, for the first time since they got back to Kattegat. Bjorn and Gyda were constantly asking her questions about the information she had told them about her life. Hermione to his surprise took it in stride, carefully answering any questions the children had. Ragnar was healing quickly, with Hermione's potions and Lagertha taking care of his every whim. Floki tried to spend most of his time talking with Hermione. Floki was enamored with the small witch, thankfully Helga was just as enamored. Rollo couldn't imagine how Hermione would deal with a jealous woman. He didn't see it turning out well for the other woman. Rollo knew Hermione could take care of herself. Floki and Helga both had invited Hermione into bed with them several times over the last few days. She always got flustered and red before refusing. Rollo knew Hermione was raised in a different way and for that he couldn't help but feel grateful. Rollo didn't want to share His witch. He knew there had to be a reason she found him, he just had to convince her of that.
Hermione could not get over how everyone was so happy to have her here, as she was a "Sign from the Gods." Hermione knew though their happiness would not last long; they still had to deal with Earl Haraldson. Five days after she and Rollo got to Floki's, Torstein, arrived to inform Ragnar about the Earl torturing Rollo and his sudden disappearance. Torstein was surprised to see Rollo. Torstein told Rollo everyone assumed Rollo was lying low around Kattegat. Hermione was surprised how Ragnar immediately told Torstein about Hermione being a witch. Torstein of course was a bit skeptical, of course, though he easily convinced after Hermione cast a few spells. One of which was Hermione's favorite creation, her bluebell flames. Hermione used one of Floki's cups using Aguamenti to fill the cup with water. It was hilarious to watch the Vikings awe of her being able to poor water over the flame and it not immediately going out.
Torstein went down on one knee, not looking at Hermione. "I am not worthy to be in the presence of a witch sent by the gods."
Hermione was flattered though she was also concerned when everyone else did the same, all except Athelstan who looked like he was praying in the corner of the room. "What are you all doing? I'm just a regular witch. I was definitely not sent by the gods!"
Ragnar was the one to answer Hermione, "Ah, but you were. My brother and I would most likely be dead without your interference. How is that not the work of the gods?"
Hermione didn't know how to deal with people kneeling before her. She didn't want it. She quickly rushed out of Floki's house. Hermione felt so much relief just stepping out the door. She walked around for about 2 hours just exploring the woods in the area around Floki's house. Hermione was surprised no one had tried to find her yet, but at the same time she was relieved. How was she supposed to deal with being worshiped? Hermione wondered if this made her like Voldemort as his followers always knelt before him.
A/n: * Yes, I know that the Vikings would most likely not be able to read or write, but this is fanfiction not actual history..