The Legend of Chastity Lorna
Chapter Seven
By Alicia Jennings
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Hermione was crying, a very unusual thing for her to do. But the story had been so real. Dumbledore handed her a tissue. "Here, Miss Granger.
"Chastity Lorna and Perrin Allen faded from the memories of Muggles. Their names were not recorded in history, nor passed down in oral legend. But to the magical community...that was a different story. And it was all because of Catherine of Braganza, Charles' wife. You see, if Chastity had been put on the throne, she would have put an end to the witch hunts. But since she hadn't, they contiued, killing hundreds. Catherine went to an old sorcerer, one that Chastity had trained with - Nicholas Flamel. She had read in her daughter's diary about his experiments with mortality. After her begging and pleading with him, Nicholas performed a spell - a very complicated, powerful spell - that would allow the souls of Chastity Lorna and Perrin Allen to return in other bodies when they were needed most, and Chastity would be Queen over all the magical kingdom, and Perrin would be King beside her. Under their rule, the magical kingdom would find peace. Chastity and Perrin would not die such horrible deaths, and their baby would live. Catherine, unfortunately, had to sacrifice her life in order for this spell to work."
"Four deaths," said Harry quietly. "And all for nothing...."
"Ahh, Mr. Potter, but that is where you are wrong," said the old man, turning toward them. "For Catherine was smarter than most English queens. She had an 'intuition', I think she called it, that the magical world would need a savior to save them from something more powerful than an English king." He paused, gazing intently at Hermione. "And I believe that time has come."
Hermione stared into the old man's eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, Miss Granger, that you are Chastity Lorna incarnate. Harry is the descendant of the Allen household - Perrin Allen, incarnate. You two are going to save the wizarding world from two evil powers - Lord Voldemort, and his servant Lucius Malfoy."
Hermione's brilliant mind was working fast. "You mean....the man who owned me...that was Lucius Malfoy? But it didn't look like him....."
"No, no," said Dumbledore. "Lucius oversees the entire slave trade. You see, I have known that there was some sort of underground operation going on, I just didn't know who, what, when, and where. But now, I do."
"How do you know that we're Perrin and Chastity?" asked Harry, his expression doubtful.
Dumbledore motioned for them to stand. "Come with me."
~~~~~
The castle was quiet at 4:00AM. Harry and Hermione, hands clasped tightly together, followed the headmaster to the third floor corridor, a hallway forbidden to them in their first year at Hogwarts due to Fluffy. He stopped in front of a large, golden-framed picture.
A man with black hair and large blue-green eyes stared at a woman with long, thick brown hair and dark brown eyes. It was like looking into a mirror. Dumbledore spoke. "When a soul inherits a body, that body takes on some of that soul's physical characteristics."
Hermione mouthed silently. This was too much, just too much. She, a princess? She, a queen? And more importantly....her marrying Harry?!?!?! Preposterous! But the painting didn't lie.
"I...I-I think I need to lie down," said Hermione faintly. She weakly leaned on Harry's arm.
"Professor, I think we need to go home," he said, steadying Hermione. "We will be in touch, most likely tomorrow."
Dumbledore nodded. "May Your Majesties have a safe journey."
~~~~~
Harry wasn't sure how they made it back to his apartment, but somehow they did, for when he woke up the next morning Hermione was in his bed beside him. She stirred, and he stared into her beautiful, warm brown eyes.
"Please tell me that you don't have any idea who Chastity Lorna is," Hermione whispered.
Harry sighed. "Sorry, Hermione. But I know exactly who she is and what she's done and who she is now."
"Harry, what are we gonna do?" she wailed. "I'm not a queen! For crying out LOUD, I'm Muggle-born!"
"I know, I know," Harry soothed her, taking her in his arms. "It'll be okay. I'm not exactly a king, either."
"Makes more sense for you to be," Hermione muttered. "You're Harry Potter."
"So I've heard," said Harry amusedly. "Don't worry. We'll get through this together. After all, according to the legend...aren't we supposed to be married?"
"Arrrghh!" Hermione buried her head in the bedsheets.
"Wait a minute..." Harry said slowly. "According to the legend...you're supposed to be pregnant."
Hermione's head popped out from under the covers. It was as white as the sheets she'd been hiding under. "Impossible. The Boss had us all take a potion each morning..it acts like the muggle birth control pill."
"Yeah, but what if it was made wrong? Or what if it happened anyway? There's always freak cases."
Hermione was starting to get panicky. "Harry, I can't have a baby!! I don't know how to take care of a kid! I -" Harry laid a finger across her lips.
"Herm. Listen to me! It's going to be okay. I'm here for you. Dumbledore's here for you. Hell, once the wizarding community finds out you're Chastity Lorna, you'll have the entire wizarding world at your feet."
"But what if they don't believe us?"
Harry sat silent for a moment. "I'll bet that they're going to believe Dumbledore. After all, Dumbledore is one of the most powerful wizards in the world."
They lay in silence for a few minutes. Then Hermione rose. She went to her suitcase and began rummaging around, tossing clothes every whichaway.
"Hermione? What are you doing?"
"Well," she said, reaching far into her suitcase, "There's only one way to find out if I'm pregnant or not." She drew forth a box, a Muggle pregnancy test. "He had us keep these on hand."
"Isn't there some spell you can do to see if you are?"
"I dunno," said Hermione. "If there is, I haven't heard of it. I never was much into the medical charms." She went into the bathroom.
Harry, his heart pounding from nervousness, got up and went through the motions of getting dressed. As he was buttoning up his robes a few minutes later, Hermione came out of the bathroom.
"Harry?" Hermione whispered.
"Well?" Harry went over to Hermione, and put his arm around her.
"We're going to have a baby." Hermione leaned her head against him. "It's true. I guess we really are Chastity and Perrin." She sniffled.
"It's okay, Herm," Harry said, comforting her. "It'll be okay. No one knows yet, there's no pressure, and I'm here for you."
"Okay...." She sniffled again. The doorbell rang. "You better go get that."
"Will do. Why don't you lay down?" he suggested. As Hermione nodded, he left the room and walked to the front door. A woman stood on the front step. He didn't recognize her, but, thinking she might be lost, opened the door. "May I help you?"
"Mr. Potter, is it true? Are you Perrin Allen?"
"The savior of the magical world?"
"And what of Miss Granger?"
A dozen lightbulbs were flashing in Harry's face as he slammed the door shut and locked it. As he turned, Hermione was standing in the bedroom doorway. "No pressure, right?" she said bemusedly.
"Er..." Harry looked sheepish. "Hey, we're fine as long as the Ministry doesn't call." And with that, there was another knock on the door. "I hate myself now."
"Maybe I should throw on some robes," said Hermione, exiting into the bedroom as Harry unlocked the door.
He looked into the faces of Cornelius Fudge, Albus Dumbledore, and Arthur Weasley. "Minister Fudge, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley. It's nice to see you. Come in." He ushered them away from the flashing cameras and reporters. "Pardon my language, but it's been hell this morning."
Minister Fudge nodded. "No doubt, some Ministry official leaked information for money. Oh well, can't be helped. The important thing now is about you and Miss Granger, and the transfer of power to you."
Much to Harry's great relief, Hermione came out of the bedroom, robed and her hair back in a messy bun. "Good morning," she said, dropping a tiny curtsy and joining Harry on the loveseat. "What have I missed?"
"Ahh, Ms. - Ahh....Princess Hermione -" Fudge stuttered.
"Oh dear," said Hermione, flustered. "Must you call me that?"
"But anything else would be disrespectful," said Mr. Weasley. "The same goes for Prince Harry."
The two young adults looked at each other, feeling as if they would be sick any moment. Too much pageantry! "Anyways," said Harry hurriedly, "You were saying, Mr. Fudge?"
"Ah, yes," he said, fidgeting. "The transfer of power from the Ministry to you."
"Wait a minute," said Hermione slowly. "I just thought we were symbols, more or less. Like Queen Elizabeth....a constitutional monarchy."
"That's what we want it to be,"said Harry.
Dumbledore spoke for the first time. "Minister, I see no reason why it cannot be as Harry and Hermione want it. After all, they will be the king and queen. Besides, it will make the transition much easier if there is hardly any transition at all."
They debated for hours....and hours....and hours, until finally, Fudge agreed to constitutional monarchy. "But all decisions and problems will be run by you first," he said stubbornly.
"That's fine," said Hermione. She and Harry looked at each other, grinning. Their first battle - won!
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-Alicia
Chapter Seven
By Alicia Jennings
~
Hermione was crying, a very unusual thing for her to do. But the story had been so real. Dumbledore handed her a tissue. "Here, Miss Granger.
"Chastity Lorna and Perrin Allen faded from the memories of Muggles. Their names were not recorded in history, nor passed down in oral legend. But to the magical community...that was a different story. And it was all because of Catherine of Braganza, Charles' wife. You see, if Chastity had been put on the throne, she would have put an end to the witch hunts. But since she hadn't, they contiued, killing hundreds. Catherine went to an old sorcerer, one that Chastity had trained with - Nicholas Flamel. She had read in her daughter's diary about his experiments with mortality. After her begging and pleading with him, Nicholas performed a spell - a very complicated, powerful spell - that would allow the souls of Chastity Lorna and Perrin Allen to return in other bodies when they were needed most, and Chastity would be Queen over all the magical kingdom, and Perrin would be King beside her. Under their rule, the magical kingdom would find peace. Chastity and Perrin would not die such horrible deaths, and their baby would live. Catherine, unfortunately, had to sacrifice her life in order for this spell to work."
"Four deaths," said Harry quietly. "And all for nothing...."
"Ahh, Mr. Potter, but that is where you are wrong," said the old man, turning toward them. "For Catherine was smarter than most English queens. She had an 'intuition', I think she called it, that the magical world would need a savior to save them from something more powerful than an English king." He paused, gazing intently at Hermione. "And I believe that time has come."
Hermione stared into the old man's eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, Miss Granger, that you are Chastity Lorna incarnate. Harry is the descendant of the Allen household - Perrin Allen, incarnate. You two are going to save the wizarding world from two evil powers - Lord Voldemort, and his servant Lucius Malfoy."
Hermione's brilliant mind was working fast. "You mean....the man who owned me...that was Lucius Malfoy? But it didn't look like him....."
"No, no," said Dumbledore. "Lucius oversees the entire slave trade. You see, I have known that there was some sort of underground operation going on, I just didn't know who, what, when, and where. But now, I do."
"How do you know that we're Perrin and Chastity?" asked Harry, his expression doubtful.
Dumbledore motioned for them to stand. "Come with me."
~~~~~
The castle was quiet at 4:00AM. Harry and Hermione, hands clasped tightly together, followed the headmaster to the third floor corridor, a hallway forbidden to them in their first year at Hogwarts due to Fluffy. He stopped in front of a large, golden-framed picture.
A man with black hair and large blue-green eyes stared at a woman with long, thick brown hair and dark brown eyes. It was like looking into a mirror. Dumbledore spoke. "When a soul inherits a body, that body takes on some of that soul's physical characteristics."
Hermione mouthed silently. This was too much, just too much. She, a princess? She, a queen? And more importantly....her marrying Harry?!?!?! Preposterous! But the painting didn't lie.
"I...I-I think I need to lie down," said Hermione faintly. She weakly leaned on Harry's arm.
"Professor, I think we need to go home," he said, steadying Hermione. "We will be in touch, most likely tomorrow."
Dumbledore nodded. "May Your Majesties have a safe journey."
~~~~~
Harry wasn't sure how they made it back to his apartment, but somehow they did, for when he woke up the next morning Hermione was in his bed beside him. She stirred, and he stared into her beautiful, warm brown eyes.
"Please tell me that you don't have any idea who Chastity Lorna is," Hermione whispered.
Harry sighed. "Sorry, Hermione. But I know exactly who she is and what she's done and who she is now."
"Harry, what are we gonna do?" she wailed. "I'm not a queen! For crying out LOUD, I'm Muggle-born!"
"I know, I know," Harry soothed her, taking her in his arms. "It'll be okay. I'm not exactly a king, either."
"Makes more sense for you to be," Hermione muttered. "You're Harry Potter."
"So I've heard," said Harry amusedly. "Don't worry. We'll get through this together. After all, according to the legend...aren't we supposed to be married?"
"Arrrghh!" Hermione buried her head in the bedsheets.
"Wait a minute..." Harry said slowly. "According to the legend...you're supposed to be pregnant."
Hermione's head popped out from under the covers. It was as white as the sheets she'd been hiding under. "Impossible. The Boss had us all take a potion each morning..it acts like the muggle birth control pill."
"Yeah, but what if it was made wrong? Or what if it happened anyway? There's always freak cases."
Hermione was starting to get panicky. "Harry, I can't have a baby!! I don't know how to take care of a kid! I -" Harry laid a finger across her lips.
"Herm. Listen to me! It's going to be okay. I'm here for you. Dumbledore's here for you. Hell, once the wizarding community finds out you're Chastity Lorna, you'll have the entire wizarding world at your feet."
"But what if they don't believe us?"
Harry sat silent for a moment. "I'll bet that they're going to believe Dumbledore. After all, Dumbledore is one of the most powerful wizards in the world."
They lay in silence for a few minutes. Then Hermione rose. She went to her suitcase and began rummaging around, tossing clothes every whichaway.
"Hermione? What are you doing?"
"Well," she said, reaching far into her suitcase, "There's only one way to find out if I'm pregnant or not." She drew forth a box, a Muggle pregnancy test. "He had us keep these on hand."
"Isn't there some spell you can do to see if you are?"
"I dunno," said Hermione. "If there is, I haven't heard of it. I never was much into the medical charms." She went into the bathroom.
Harry, his heart pounding from nervousness, got up and went through the motions of getting dressed. As he was buttoning up his robes a few minutes later, Hermione came out of the bathroom.
"Harry?" Hermione whispered.
"Well?" Harry went over to Hermione, and put his arm around her.
"We're going to have a baby." Hermione leaned her head against him. "It's true. I guess we really are Chastity and Perrin." She sniffled.
"It's okay, Herm," Harry said, comforting her. "It'll be okay. No one knows yet, there's no pressure, and I'm here for you."
"Okay...." She sniffled again. The doorbell rang. "You better go get that."
"Will do. Why don't you lay down?" he suggested. As Hermione nodded, he left the room and walked to the front door. A woman stood on the front step. He didn't recognize her, but, thinking she might be lost, opened the door. "May I help you?"
"Mr. Potter, is it true? Are you Perrin Allen?"
"The savior of the magical world?"
"And what of Miss Granger?"
A dozen lightbulbs were flashing in Harry's face as he slammed the door shut and locked it. As he turned, Hermione was standing in the bedroom doorway. "No pressure, right?" she said bemusedly.
"Er..." Harry looked sheepish. "Hey, we're fine as long as the Ministry doesn't call." And with that, there was another knock on the door. "I hate myself now."
"Maybe I should throw on some robes," said Hermione, exiting into the bedroom as Harry unlocked the door.
He looked into the faces of Cornelius Fudge, Albus Dumbledore, and Arthur Weasley. "Minister Fudge, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley. It's nice to see you. Come in." He ushered them away from the flashing cameras and reporters. "Pardon my language, but it's been hell this morning."
Minister Fudge nodded. "No doubt, some Ministry official leaked information for money. Oh well, can't be helped. The important thing now is about you and Miss Granger, and the transfer of power to you."
Much to Harry's great relief, Hermione came out of the bedroom, robed and her hair back in a messy bun. "Good morning," she said, dropping a tiny curtsy and joining Harry on the loveseat. "What have I missed?"
"Ahh, Ms. - Ahh....Princess Hermione -" Fudge stuttered.
"Oh dear," said Hermione, flustered. "Must you call me that?"
"But anything else would be disrespectful," said Mr. Weasley. "The same goes for Prince Harry."
The two young adults looked at each other, feeling as if they would be sick any moment. Too much pageantry! "Anyways," said Harry hurriedly, "You were saying, Mr. Fudge?"
"Ah, yes," he said, fidgeting. "The transfer of power from the Ministry to you."
"Wait a minute," said Hermione slowly. "I just thought we were symbols, more or less. Like Queen Elizabeth....a constitutional monarchy."
"That's what we want it to be,"said Harry.
Dumbledore spoke for the first time. "Minister, I see no reason why it cannot be as Harry and Hermione want it. After all, they will be the king and queen. Besides, it will make the transition much easier if there is hardly any transition at all."
They debated for hours....and hours....and hours, until finally, Fudge agreed to constitutional monarchy. "But all decisions and problems will be run by you first," he said stubbornly.
"That's fine," said Hermione. She and Harry looked at each other, grinning. Their first battle - won!
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Hey everyone! If you're reading this, i'm on vacation right now, but I expect reviews 'cause they have an internet cafe where I"m going. REVIEW NOW!!!!!
-Alicia