Three figures apparated just outside of the wards of Hogwarts. Moving forward the outer gates to the grounds swung open in acceptance of the group, as the trio pushed on. They could feel the familiar magic building and knew that there wasn't much time left. The castle soon appeared in the distance and they apparated again, placing them right in front of the large doors, which like the gates, opened for them without a word.
"We have to hurry," the one on the right urged as the three figures moved in unison towards the hall. They could feel the pull of familiar and malevolent magic in that direction. Reaching the large doors, they opened them and gasped at what they saw.
"No!" The one on the left cried as they watched the girl drop before them, the apple in her hand rolling down the aisle as her hand hit the floor, a single bite mark marring the otherwise perfect flesh. "No, no, no, we're too late," she continued to cry a lithe Italian accent trailing her words as she wrenched the fabric of her cloak in her hands.
"Hermione!" A black-haired boy with glasses cried as he raced towards his friend abandoning his possessions on the table and nearly tripping himself as he tried to move away from the bench he was sitting on.
"What's going on?" A professor asked appearing before the group in a flash of magic as the black-haired boy answered.
"Professor McGonagall... She fell I…. I don't know how..." He said as he shook the girl but nothing happened.
"Poison Apple," the girl in the center said as she laid her hood back revealing a beautiful face, deep ruby red lips, snow-white skin, and black hair tied in a ribbon as she pulled out a wand and levitated the apple towards her.
"Snow, that's your apple!" The one on the left said as she put her hood down, blonde hair was held up in a braid that seemed to pool on the floor once it had left the safety of her hood her right hand still clutching the edges of the cloak.
"Oh, come off it Izole," the one on the right side sighed as she too pulled off her hood. Light red hair and startling grey eyes, narrowed at the cursed apple. "Margarette that's a sleeping curse, right?"
"Yes, my sleeping curse to be exact," the one levitating the apple spoke as she narrowed her eyes at the fruit, muttering under her breath in German.
"Who are you three, and what are you doing in Hogwarts? And how did you get on the grounds without permission?" The woman, McGonagall asked as she turned towards the trio wand at the ready.
"We… we just wanted to stop it. We knew she was here but not who," the blonde said quietly as she looked over the hall that seemed to stare directly at them.
Several wands were raised but most just stared. Kneeling, she looked into the eyes of the boy who held the girl. The vivid green made her breath catch as she saw the tell-tale lighting scar on his head. "Mr. Potter, she won't wake, not like that," the blonde spoke as she helped him gently lay the girl on the floor.
"She's getting desperate, she attacked before it was time," Margarette spoke as she placed the apple in the handkerchief she held with her opposite hands, being very careful not to allow the exposed fruit to touch her skin.
"Well then I'll even the odds!" the red head said as she pulled out her wand.
"Rebecca, Nein!" Margarette shouted as she lunged forward trying to stop her companion, but not in time as the girl waved her wand.
"Inveniet illam mate et narravit fabulam esse!" she shouted as a wave of magic flowed through the room.
Several startled gasps, filled the hall as the wave of magic rushed over the students before a single high-pitched cry leaped out from the table filled with students dressed in green and silver trimmed robes. Rebecca moved towards the noise as a single student shook another.
"Draco! Draco!" Pansy cried out as she shook the boy who had slumped forward onto his book. "What have you done to him!" she turned and shouted as the red head cast a feather-light charm and levitated the boy up. "Headmaster, she killed him!" Parkinson roared at the head table as she broke into hysterical sobs, while said headmaster simply gapped in shock.
"He's not dead you idiot!" Rebecca growled as she moved the body of Draco floating on behind her.
The entire hall was stunned as the red head placed the pureblood prince of Slytherin right next to the muggle-born Gryffindor princess, soon the two were encased in a field of magic. Harry had seemed to take it worse as he cast everything he could at the shield.
"Harry stop!" no one had noticed that Ginny had gotten up, nor that she had raced towards Harry and had her arms wrapped around him as he lowered his wand huffing as he glared at the blond.
"Alright, that's it! You three will tell us what's going on or I'll throw you out of this castle and
right into the arms of the DMLE!" McGonagall shouted as all movement stopped.
"Perhaps I can help," a lithe voice spoke as everyone turned to see Luna Lovegood standing behind the professor.
"Miss Lovegood, how can you help?" Flitwick asked as he and the other heads of house were making their way up to the group, the rest of the professors seemed to be taking amongst themselves at the staff table.
"Well not help, but explain, you see I was born with the magic that these three have as well. If I'm not mistaken the one who was carrying Draco and I are linked," Luna smiled brightly.
Rebecca narrowed her eyes at the girl. She never flinched under her gaze as the single thought popped into her head, "Fairy Godmother?"
"Oh no not yet, but I will be some day," the Ravenclaw giggled.
"Miss Lovegood, I'm sure," Dumbledore began but was interrupted as Luna moved closer to the shield.
"You can't interfere, Headmaster, Fable magic is the oldest magic in the world," the Ravenclaw spoke as she knelt by the shield.
"Fable magic is a myth," Severus Snape droned from the back of the group as Luna seemed to do a series of tests with just her hands against the shield as her magic flared suddenly in a bright mist of sparkles, making several professors take a step back in worry.
Seeming satisfied with what she had done, Luna stood and made her way over to Margarette.
"So are witches, wizards, and werewolf's in the muggle world, and yet we all know them to be true," Colin Creevey argued from his spot at the Gryffindor table his little brother tucked close to him.
"Most magically inclined people have forgotten that it was Fable magic that began everything we know and hold dear. And we are its guardians. I am Margarette and I am of the Blood of the Apple," the black-haired girl introduced herself, nodding to her companions to do the same.
"I am Izole and I am the Blood of the Tower," the blonde said as she moved her long braid to her front and played with it.
"Rebecca, Blood of the Slipper," the last one finally introduced herself as she folded her arms over her chest not bothering to put her wand away.
"I'm Blood of the Fey," Luna said as she too bowed to her school, giggling as she did so. Only Flitwick bowed back to each of them as they introduced themselves. "Professor do you know of the bloodlines?" Luna asked her head of house as the half-dverger nodded his head.
"Dverger teach all of their children of Fable magic. In fact, my grandfather told me that at one point our family was a part of the apple's tale," the charms professor said with pride. "But what about Miss Granger?" he asked looking down at the sleeping girl.
"Oh, Hermione is of the Blood of the Roses," Luna answered at the three girls all quickly snapped their heads towards her.
"The Roses have been dormant for centuries, are you sure?" Margarette asked nearly dropping the apple in her hand as she moved towards the two sleeping teens.
"Yes. I should have seen it sooner. Must have been the Wrackspurts," Luna spoke with a shrug of her shoulder.
"Wait, Wait back up, what the hell is Fable magic? And what does it have to do with Hermione?!" Harry roared as they all turned to look at the boy as he shook in repressed anger. "And what the bloody hell does Malfoy have to do with this!?"
"Perhaps we should go somewhere private to discuss such things," Dumbledore offered but stopped as a scoff filled the air.
"Why the whole school saw her go down, and they saw me evening the odds. Why does the truth need to be kept, secret old man?" Rebecca asked as she glared at the headmaster.
"As Miss Lovegood said, Fable magic is the oldest magic in the world. It was the first form of magic," Izole spoke as all eyes turned to her. "People's belief in stories and tales that have been passed down in one form or another caused them to be made real. People who lived out the tales as they had been told."
"It was these people who were the first witches and wizards, and as time went on the stories changed as did the lessons learned and the magic that was gifted. Soon the world was divided into two, people with magic and those without. The dark ages were the time when those of magical origins began hiding their abilities because religion in the non-magical word viewed it as evil and began hunting us down. They had forgotten about the truth, but through it all the stories lived on, the details changed with each interpretation, though the core of each story remained," Margaretta spoke.
"For nearly a thousand years, the Witch was kept dormant. Our stories never retold as they once were but somehow nearly sixteen years ago, she was awakened. We don't know how or why but soon she raged an all-out war on the bloodlines. Wiping out many family's before they could be called up by magic to do their duty. To save the balance Lady magic called upon the last of us to fight her," Rebecca said.
"Wait what do you mean called upon?" Dumbledore asked as Flitwick nearly sneered at the possessive twinkle in the headmaster's eye before began answering. He knew the headmaster had a habit of collecting people of rare and strange powers much to the persons' detriment. "It was always the dvergers understanding that most persons who were gifted with fable magic never knew of their role until after their stories had been finished,"
Luna offered. "The only reason I know of my heritage is that those of the Blood of the Fey have to be told so we can help guild those on their path."
"Yes, if not the stories could be compromised if we knew what was going to happen in advance. The magic also ensures that most of us do not recognize our own stories until they are finished, even if we grew up hearing them," Margaretta said.
"Yes!" Luna exclaimed clapping her hands together. "Like if the Malfoys had known that their son was destined to be with a Muggleborn they may have tried to kill Hermione before the story even began. Hecate herself guards the names of the next retellings fiercely, not even the Witch knows until fate guides her hand."
"About a year ago all of us woke up from a dream where Hecate herself told us our heritage. She said that one of our own was in danger and that if she fell the world would be plunged into a darkness that it could never recover from. As the witch would finally win which would be the end of all magic. And now this happens," Rebecca spoke waving her hand over the sleeping pair.
"What's happening to her exactly?" Harry asked his voice small as he watched Hermione lay still.
"The spell I cast is a complicated one," Rebecca began. She knelt next to the boy who lived before continuing. "It will make them both dream of the life they should have lived. The story retold, it's the only way we can hope that she will wake,"
"Why?" the chosen one asked holding back tears.
"Because the only way to reverse this sleeping curse is true love's kiss. And at this moment he's not her love… and if she is Blood of the Roses then he has a long way to go," Rebecca said as she watched the boy nod his head.
Silently the hall absorbed the story that had just been told as the two teens on the floor slept.