Disclaimer Hp belongs to JKr. The storyline, new character development, ans new developments are my intellectual property.

We will see how it goes, right now is meant to be a short story, but depending on the acceptance we will see. This is a light-weight story. I don't want to say much, other than it might be a triad.

It is a rewrite.

The DH Battle and the Missing Witch.

May 1988.

The battle was raging when a furtive shadow caught Hermione's eye. Bellatrix had just been downed by Molly. Hermione thought the one she followed looked too much like Bella; what was going on here?

She ran after the shadow, taking off towards the ruins. After running for a few minutes she found herself inside of an enclosed structure. She was momentarily confused; she didn't remember stepping into any place. Had she run into a trap? Maybe, so it was better to backtrack, now she wasn't so sure that she had seen Bella come this way.

As she turned around, she slipped on the ground, "Darn!" she screamed, a sharp rock had cut her knee. Everything went dark.

"Good, stubborn girl, at least she is out the battle." A male voice exclaimed sounding relieved.

"If she finds out either you or I intervened, she will keep us out her life. It was hard enough finding her." A female answered.

"Why does she want to live as a human? It is your entire fault. She followed your example, just because you did it, and other stubborn females have done it. Why should she like the humans? Will be she strong enough to convert him and bring him with us?" The male sounded upset.

"My father brought my mother; our child has the brains and the strength. We need new blood, let her try; she has made many friends, even werewolves." The female wanswered.

They both shuddered. Just the word made them break out in a cold sweat; they both knew the dire consequences of even the tiniest angry bite.

"Try what? I tell you what, try to get her killed in her full human form; it would take us years to put her together again. She is our only daughter. You well know that she carries the hope for many, I say let's take her and bring whoever she likes." The male raged.

"And who is that? Besides that imbecile who tried to force his body on hers, there has not been a major love interest. Father suspect he might be related to the pretender. Well there is that arrogant young peacock, but he is too tainted, he is, you know whose son. In any case, her uncle, the idiot..." The female said.

"I hear voices, we can just leave her here, and someone will find her. As soon as a friend of hers, who really cares for her wellbeing, touches her she will wake up. Foes will not see her, quickly, let's go."

Seamus and Dean thought this was the direction Hermione was running. They saw the half-demolished rooms ahead; in that moment a runaway curse exploded against the crumbling walls and effectively sealed the entrance.

"Are you sure she was coming towards here?"

"No, maybe not, let's keep looking."

December 1998

"I know this was the area where she fell, nobody has seen her since. You and your stupid ideas, we must find her." The same male from the day of the battle spoke. He sounded angry.

"Not only my idea, I would say more yours than mine. There is no use; we are not really in this realm, with her in stasis we cannot anchor here, so much for fool-proof. Why haven't they looked for her here?" The beautiful female asked.

"Because her body is dead while on stasis and doesn't emit smell, magic, nothing. I am sorry dear wife, it is my fault. Who will tell your father?" The too handsome male, a proto-prince-charming asked.

"You will dear, you will." His equal in looks answered.

Twenty Years Later.

"Come on Teddy, quit being so boring, this is the area where they saw her disappearing. I cannot believe she just vanished; she is dead."

"I can, and that is enough, she isn't dead." Teddy told Victoire, who was getting on his nerves.

"Miss Granger had probably just been taken and killed somewhere else," she kept saying.

She wasn't dead he felt it; Teddy wished that she would be quiet.

"You know there is a big reward for finding her. Unknown people opened a vault with two million galleons for the one who finds her. They think it is possible. You of all people, who had the biggest crush on her, might find her. Do you still carry her picture?" She asked, sounding jealous.

Teddy's hair turned red along with his face, "Don't be ridiculous. I grew out of it."

"When did you? You had your room with all the pictures your godfather left you. I remember you licked them when we were little; disgusting." Nicole shook her head.

"I am keeping them for him, for when he comes back." Teddy answered curtly.

"When is he coming back? He has been gone nearly ten years on and off following leads. Aunt Ginny was smart and canned him. She told me that he would cry for his Hermione, his sister, daily. What a bore." Victorie huffed.

"Don't talk about my godfather like that. You are being a bitch," Teddy snapped at her.

"Takes one wolf to know another," she grinned.

"You have no Lycan blood," Teddy was super annoyed. He should have never shagged her. Every second, he liked Vicky less and less. These days he only hungered for one, for his Miss Granger.

"My father does have it, just like yours. According to my mother your Granger was a boring factoid box, and her hair was a mess. Ha, did you know all my uncles had something going for her. Uncle Ron and all of them married her cousins, gross. Just because they looked at little like her. Stuffy Muggles at that, not even witches. My father left mom for pining for her, and then married another of her cousins, all slags."

"She was beautiful, and don't talk about her like that. Her parents set a fund on her name to support Aunt Andy and I. As I remember, your mother was seeing someone else, Aunt Andy told me."

"You cannot say that name around me. She stole my grandfather; she is a slag."

"After he found out that your grandmother fed him love potions all his life. He had loved Aunt Andy since day one. That is not stealing." Teddy wanted her gone.

Teddy was growing irritated. And yes, he dreamed about his Granger all the time, so what? He would find her and marry her. He knew it deep in his heart. He daydreamed of her naked inside his arms, he could feel her body against his. He kissed her belly, going further down... the sweet scent of her desire made him crazy, his tongue licked her, oh...A whiny voice stopped his dream.

"Teddy!" A screech interrupted Teddy's forage into his Granger's delicious-erotic-dreamland; only Granger would satisfy his hunger. His cock fully agreed. And the crazy inner voice said, "Tasty, she tastes of heaven..."

Nicole screeched voice, ugh, it grated his nerves. Granger was lithe and small boned, the opposite of voluptuous Nicole. Who, by the way, he hadn't shagged her in months, years really, but she wouldn't give up. He didn't want anyone but Granger, the end.

"Go home, I think you need to find someone less boring," Teddy urged her, not for the first time.

"Nah, nobody looks as hot as you; or has one as big as yours; or tastes as good." Nicole licked her lips, "and you are mine." And nobody is as rich, she thought.

"No, I am not. I told you that," Teddy raised his voice. reminded him.

"You told me you were," Nicole

Teddy thought, yeah in the middle of the sex you initiated. It was true, it happened the day she released her pheromones after she'd chased him for months. Never again because he wore an inveInvention of his. As soon as she released pheromones the device released an anti-Veela-pheromones. The device was hidden inside a medallion he never took off.

The Missing Queen

In a dark place, in a far away forest, several figures dressed in dark robes either sat or stood, leaning against trees. A closer inspection revealed the robes were made of shadows. Under them, they wore a strange combination of period clothing, from Arthurian to 21st century clothing. The figures were nearly ethereal.

There were also several long lizards, err, dragons; though much smaller, leaning against trees, busy reading thick tomes. Not your run the mill dragons, instead they had nearly human shapes. They wore fine-cloth had one commonality, everyone of them wore round glasses, standard issue; okay not so standard, the frames were made out precious medals, some studded with precious gems.

A tall being, a beautiful male with long curly hair, a thin face with chiseled features, and thick sensual lips, sat on a throne. Around his forehead he wore a thin clear circlet, carved out of one large diamond. He was dressed after one of his heroes, but not quite, he wore an priceless long leather coat made out a saber-tooth-tiger's hide, with a fur collar, indigo trousers, and western boots; all leather and fur from animals long gone.

Although he was obviously in charge. He didn't looked regal at that moment, he was slouching, his leg over the throne's arm.

He was drinking something that looked like a margarita and eating something that looked like popcorn. King E'lis, his name, was complaining, as usual, "Twenty earth-years have gone by since she disappeared, and I want grandchildren. How could you have made her go to sleep?" the imposing Emperor of the four Kingdoms, relatively speaking, four universes asked, somewhat irritated.

"I knew that it was a folly when my darling asked to be a changeling and to lose all her memories. You are an imbecile for putting her in the middle of a nasty war. You two have six earth-months to find her, or else. You have that time for my granddaughter to come back." He pointed his finger at whoever stood in front of him.

Growls of discontent could heard in the back, everyone was peeved. They wanted the ability to travel freely as only a queen could make it possible. And the favorite daughter and her Prince Charming, had 'lost' her.

Thus far, they had send four of their females, all landed her friends and cousins. It was a way to bring new blood and convince her to return when found.

They wanted romance, mischief, the works; the things only a queen could do by making free passage, to their favorite place, possible . They craved the adventures they read about, and now what? Only a few of them had the chance to visit their favorite place, the world of humans.

"Her old suitor still wants her, and he offers to find her in exchange for her, our future queen. Imagine that nasty scabbard could be her consort. He saw her while passing for a human." The king told his audience.

Louder and angrier growls, some wanted retribution.

The king's voice booked, "Quiet, I am not done. It isn't a nice prospect; we will be further pushed into oblivion and soon this realm will be closed to us. The Scabbard hates us. All your fault old biddies. Who would guess my daughter a biddy and her Prince Charming another biddy; the royal beauties pretending to be old women."

Many opinions and more fussing, one sounded familiar, a well known sexy voice from Hogwarts; was the Bat there?

"Be quiet in the cheap seats; we are in trouble. My precious angel's beau is no longer prince quality, the rules stated that he had to be almost her age. For all I care she can bring a couple of husbands; maybe one of you imbeciles will shed the dragon skins to go and help." He threw the popcorn into the air to fall like a storm of razor-sharp ice pellets over his people. Not a problem, a few flames melted the ice.

"Do you see me wearing mine? Am I a dragon, no, I AM NOT! Get the females you sent to help you. I want to see them, you have a fortnight to get them here, no belly aching. I have a few hundred imbeciles under my rule." He downed his drink in one gulp; he wasn't done raging.

"You must find my baby, my dear Hermione," Emperor E'lis Oberon, or king E'lis as he preferred to be called, ordered. He thought the Emperor tittle was pretentious, indeed, as he wasn't, ahem.

Black smoke came out his ears and nose, "I hope we don't have to give in to her old suitor; the damn pretender, he fooled us all. The student was him; I am certain. He still thrives in that world and found himself a way to just pop and show up. I still need to find out how," he roared, making everyone shrink, cowardly. "He almost had her once while pretending to be a famous Quidditch player. He wants to take it all!"

King E'lis stood up to walk in circles. He moved so fast that he carved a path on the slab of hard stone.

"Even her cousin would do, my sons are worthless. As if that weren't enough, my prized daughter who gave birth to the queen we waited for millennia, works a menial job, pretending to be an old female. GRRRRR!"

The next words made them all concerned.

"Our Hermione was friend's with a werewolf, imagine what could had happened to her." They all shuddered, well knowing what a bite could do to any of them.

His daughter came forward, "We are old biddies because we had to borrow their bodies to stay. The owners were promised youth and riches." His beautiful daughter argued. She hated being reprimanded; she felt about one year old, not her two hundred. Her father wasn't listening, he never did. No wonder her mother had been away since all this mess begun. He'd been in a foul mood for nearly twenty years. He was turning into an ogre. No dances, no merry, just arguing and complaining all the time. Her husband, Prince Charming said it, her father needed more S-E-X; she agreed.

"Where in Hades is that beauty queen; tell him he needs to lose the youthful look, he supposes to stop looking fresh." He saw a new comer appearing. He crossed his arms and snorted.

"Ah, it is you L'sus, talking about the devil." The king said, looking at the newcomer.

"Yes, Father, here I am." Lucius Malfoy appeared.

The two hundred or so lizards dropped their books, laughing together. Their laughter was noisy and rather unpleasant.

"You look like a woman; you made yourself look like Tatiana, ha, ha, ha. You didn't recognize her, your own niece, and you nearly let the human scum kill her." King E'llis spat a long angry flame.

L'sus tightened his lips, looking downward.

"You must find her, or you will not be allowed forages in that world for a while. What were you thinking letting your son marry that brainless twit?"

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a/N The plot thickens. So who is Lucius?