Okay. Sorry about the delay. And thanks to all the reviewed. My first Harry
Potter story. I suck at writing just so you know.
~*~: flashback. Now, for the second chapter.
Hermione sat at her window, staring out at the city lights below. She sighed, leaning her head
back against the wall, wrapping the white cloak tighter around her shoulder as she did so.
She was 16 years old. Her hair was a chestnut colour, some strands turning lighter from the
sun. Her eyes were a cinnamon brown, with flecks of gold. She was around 5ft 9", and had
grown into her figure. When she was 10, her mother had died, and two years later, her father,
had re-married. Hermione didn't mind at first. Calliope seemed like a nice person. 36 years old.
She was 32 when she married the king. But, when she did, everything seemed to change.
The Kingdom, was more or less, split into 5 sectors. These were Gryffindor, Slytherin,
Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and the muggles. They didn't know about the wizards and witches living
next door to them.
The palace was in the Gryffindor part of the kingdom, considering that the king was a Gryffindor
himself. Muggles lived in the centre of the kingdom, the other three sectors surrounding it.
When John Granger married Calliope Hayes, the Slytherin's began moving into the other
sectors. No one minded at first. But, then the Slytherin's began attacking muggles, and
insulting the Gryffindors, John decided to do something. But, Calliope had somehow managed
to convince him that the Slytherin always argues with the Gryffindors. Then, Calliope managed
to persuade John to up the taxes, so high that the muggles couldn't pay. So, they were thrown
out the kingdom, put into the dungeons, or made slaves to Calliope. Hermione tried to get her
dad to see reason, but he didn't seem to care.
And then. The suitors. Calliope had insisted that since Hermione was 16, she should marry a
suitable prince from another kingdom. And the choices she made were horrible. Most of the
princes were too self-centred, or treated Hermione like a slave rather than a princess. And she
was tired of it.
A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in" called Hermione, standing up from the window seat. The door opened, and Susan
Bones, A Hufflepuff who had come to work in the palace entered.
"Erm. Princes."
"I told you, call me Hermione"
"Hermione.. the king and queen want to see you in the great hall immediately".
"Do you know what about?" asked Hermione. Susan shook her head.
"Okay. Thanks Susan". Susan smiled shyly, and closed the door, while Hermione walked over
to her wardrobe.
"If it's another damned suitor.." She muttered, as she got dressed. She placed her tiara on her
head, and, exiting her bedroom, made her way down to the great hall, slowly, just to annoy
them.
"Hermione dear, there you are. I trust you are well?" asked John as Hermione entered the
Great Hall.
"Just great" said Hermione, curtsying in front of John.but not Calliope.
"I've just been informed that Prince Dean from the Thomas kingdom will be arriving."
"Not another suitor" interrupted Hermione. "Father, I've told you I don't want to get married".
"It's necessary daughter," said John. "Calliope."
"I don't give a damn about what Calliope thinks, or says, or does". Hermione stepped forward.
"My life, and the lives of everyone in the kingdom have been hell since she arrived".
"Hermione, you will not talk about your mother that way" said John, angrily, standing up.
"She is not my mother," said Hermione. "I don't like her. She's an evil wench.."
"Hermione, you will be quiet!"
"She only married you so she could take over the kingdom, I don't believe you're so naive that
you don't see that!"
"Hermione, go to your room. Do not come out until you are ready to apologise".
"To her? I'm not apologising to that cruel, evil, sadistic whore".
"Hermione, leave.." John pointed to the door. Hermione turned, and left the room, red in the
face. How could her father not see the truth? She wondered, as she re- entered her room,
slamming the door behind her. She collapsed onto her window seat, staring out at the forest at
the edge of the kingdom.
"If only.." She whispered. "If only my dad knew why Calliope married him..." She thought
back to a few weeks ago, when she was in the library searching for a book on Ancient
Runes..
~*~
Hermione stood on her top-toes, scanning the titles of the books on the highest shelf. She was
bored. Her lessons for the day had finished, she had been given no extra work, and there was
nothing else to do. So, like every other boring day, she read. If only she could find the book.
Turning a corner into a different isle, she heard voices. One was Calliope's voice, and the
other.. Lila She was Calliope's personal servant. They seemed to be arguing about
something. Being the type of person who kept their nose out of other peoples business, she
continued looking for her book. Was it her fault they were talking so loudly, she could hear
every word?
"Well?" Calliope's voice screeched. "Have you found the location? My master wants the sceptre
before the next blue moon".
"We're trying to decipher the runes, but it's difficult," said Lila. "The Ancient Runes book. It
keep's disappearing". Hermione grinned to herself. She was the reason the ancient runes book
kept on going missing. She needed it for her lessons.
"Well, when you next find it, keep it in your sight. Search this whole library if need be".
Hermione then suppressed a giggle. The library was roughly the size of the great hall, in length,
width and height. Hermione was the only one who knew where every type of book was.
'Besides' she thought, picking up a leather-bound book. 'I have it'.
"Why do you need the book translated anyway?" asked Lila.
"The Sceptre of Orion holds the power to manipulate anyone the owner wishes it too" hissed
Calliope. "If I'm to take over the kingdom from that snivelling husband of mine, I need to control
him first. Master would be pleased with me once I do. Because once he's taken over this
kingdom, he'll take over the world".
~*~
Of course, Hermione had told John the moment she got out of the library, but John had simply
told Hermione that Calliope was heading up the theatre show. Hermione didn't believe him, but
she said no more about it. She only kept the Ancient Runes book hidden in her room.
Hermione thought some more. Her mind landed at once on Harry. He was her best friend
when she was five, then he had left when they were both seven. Hermione's hand crept up to
the pendant around the neck, and sighed again.
Now that muggles weren't allowed in the kingdom, Harry had no chance of coming back.. if
he even remembered her that is.
"Hermione, leave.." She remembered how angry her father had sounded when he said that.
And how he didn't believe Calliope was trying to over-rule him, all for her maser.
Hermione jumped up, and ran over to her wardrobe. She rummaged around the in the bottom
for a few moment, before taking out a blue bag. She put in her white cloak, a black cloak, and a
green cloak, a couple of dresses she had borrowed from the servants, one of her more
expensive dresses, her ancient rune book, and her wand. She then, changed into a pale blue
servant dress, with some black shoes, and put on a blue cloak. Hurrying down to the library,
making sure to avoid the guards, she grabbed the book Calliope and Lila were standing over
during their conversation. Placing that into her bag, Hermione then walked down to the
kitchens, and opened the door.
A flurry of house-elves rushed over.
"Good morning Miss Hermione" called Dobby, one of the few elves who were getting paid.
"Good morning Dobby. I was wondering if you could get me some food? Some bread, meat,
cheese, pastries, and anything else?" Five or more house-elves then came hurrying over, with
everything she had requested. And there was a lot of it.
"Thank you guys" she said, shrinking both bags and putting them into a pocket.
"Where is Miss Hermione going?" asked Dobby.
"On a little trip Dobby. But, please, if anyone asks if you've seen me, tell them you haven't
alright?"
"Dobby will tell other house-elves for you Miss Hermione"
"Thank you". Hermione walked to the back entrance of the kitchens. "And good-bye for now!"
A cry of 'good bye' was heard as Hermione made her way across the grounds, towards the
forest.
Hermione had been walking for a few hours, and was getting tired. She wasn't used to walking
such long distances. She usually went everywhere in a carriage, or on her horse, Comet. Why
she didn't bring Comet in the first place, she didn't know, but Hermione shrugged it off. It would
have been easier to spot her on a horse, than on foot.
Stopping for a few moments, Hermione leant up, plucking a red apple off of a tree. She was
about to take a bite, when an arrow lodged itself in the tree, inches from her leg. She jumped
back and turned quickly.
"Who's there?" she asked, looking around, slowly reaching for her wand. A freckled-faced, red-
haired head appeared from the brush opposite, her.
"Don't bother" said the boy, walking towards her, a wand pointed in her direction. An enchanted
bow and arrow, ready to strike floating beside him. "One move, and the arrow goes flying. Now,
drop the wand". Hermione scowled, and dropped her wand on the floor.
"Expelliramus" Hermione's wand flew to the boy's hand, and he pocketed it.
"What do we have here?" he asked, slowly circling Hermione. "Ah." His eyes caught sight of a
ring, which rested on Hermione's left middle finger. He grabbed the hand, and examined the
ring closely, smiling as he did so. "So you're royalty. 'I'm guessing the princess Hermione. This
is even better than expected". The boy dropped Hermione's hand, and, muttering a spell,
pointed his wand at her. Hermione was instantly ties up.
"I'm sure my fellow Marauders would be glad to meet you," he said, grabbing the end of the
rope, and tugging her along, into the brush he had came out of. Hermione had no choice, but
to follow.
~*~: flashback. Now, for the second chapter.
Hermione sat at her window, staring out at the city lights below. She sighed, leaning her head
back against the wall, wrapping the white cloak tighter around her shoulder as she did so.
She was 16 years old. Her hair was a chestnut colour, some strands turning lighter from the
sun. Her eyes were a cinnamon brown, with flecks of gold. She was around 5ft 9", and had
grown into her figure. When she was 10, her mother had died, and two years later, her father,
had re-married. Hermione didn't mind at first. Calliope seemed like a nice person. 36 years old.
She was 32 when she married the king. But, when she did, everything seemed to change.
The Kingdom, was more or less, split into 5 sectors. These were Gryffindor, Slytherin,
Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and the muggles. They didn't know about the wizards and witches living
next door to them.
The palace was in the Gryffindor part of the kingdom, considering that the king was a Gryffindor
himself. Muggles lived in the centre of the kingdom, the other three sectors surrounding it.
When John Granger married Calliope Hayes, the Slytherin's began moving into the other
sectors. No one minded at first. But, then the Slytherin's began attacking muggles, and
insulting the Gryffindors, John decided to do something. But, Calliope had somehow managed
to convince him that the Slytherin always argues with the Gryffindors. Then, Calliope managed
to persuade John to up the taxes, so high that the muggles couldn't pay. So, they were thrown
out the kingdom, put into the dungeons, or made slaves to Calliope. Hermione tried to get her
dad to see reason, but he didn't seem to care.
And then. The suitors. Calliope had insisted that since Hermione was 16, she should marry a
suitable prince from another kingdom. And the choices she made were horrible. Most of the
princes were too self-centred, or treated Hermione like a slave rather than a princess. And she
was tired of it.
A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in" called Hermione, standing up from the window seat. The door opened, and Susan
Bones, A Hufflepuff who had come to work in the palace entered.
"Erm. Princes."
"I told you, call me Hermione"
"Hermione.. the king and queen want to see you in the great hall immediately".
"Do you know what about?" asked Hermione. Susan shook her head.
"Okay. Thanks Susan". Susan smiled shyly, and closed the door, while Hermione walked over
to her wardrobe.
"If it's another damned suitor.." She muttered, as she got dressed. She placed her tiara on her
head, and, exiting her bedroom, made her way down to the great hall, slowly, just to annoy
them.
"Hermione dear, there you are. I trust you are well?" asked John as Hermione entered the
Great Hall.
"Just great" said Hermione, curtsying in front of John.but not Calliope.
"I've just been informed that Prince Dean from the Thomas kingdom will be arriving."
"Not another suitor" interrupted Hermione. "Father, I've told you I don't want to get married".
"It's necessary daughter," said John. "Calliope."
"I don't give a damn about what Calliope thinks, or says, or does". Hermione stepped forward.
"My life, and the lives of everyone in the kingdom have been hell since she arrived".
"Hermione, you will not talk about your mother that way" said John, angrily, standing up.
"She is not my mother," said Hermione. "I don't like her. She's an evil wench.."
"Hermione, you will be quiet!"
"She only married you so she could take over the kingdom, I don't believe you're so naive that
you don't see that!"
"Hermione, go to your room. Do not come out until you are ready to apologise".
"To her? I'm not apologising to that cruel, evil, sadistic whore".
"Hermione, leave.." John pointed to the door. Hermione turned, and left the room, red in the
face. How could her father not see the truth? She wondered, as she re- entered her room,
slamming the door behind her. She collapsed onto her window seat, staring out at the forest at
the edge of the kingdom.
"If only.." She whispered. "If only my dad knew why Calliope married him..." She thought
back to a few weeks ago, when she was in the library searching for a book on Ancient
Runes..
~*~
Hermione stood on her top-toes, scanning the titles of the books on the highest shelf. She was
bored. Her lessons for the day had finished, she had been given no extra work, and there was
nothing else to do. So, like every other boring day, she read. If only she could find the book.
Turning a corner into a different isle, she heard voices. One was Calliope's voice, and the
other.. Lila She was Calliope's personal servant. They seemed to be arguing about
something. Being the type of person who kept their nose out of other peoples business, she
continued looking for her book. Was it her fault they were talking so loudly, she could hear
every word?
"Well?" Calliope's voice screeched. "Have you found the location? My master wants the sceptre
before the next blue moon".
"We're trying to decipher the runes, but it's difficult," said Lila. "The Ancient Runes book. It
keep's disappearing". Hermione grinned to herself. She was the reason the ancient runes book
kept on going missing. She needed it for her lessons.
"Well, when you next find it, keep it in your sight. Search this whole library if need be".
Hermione then suppressed a giggle. The library was roughly the size of the great hall, in length,
width and height. Hermione was the only one who knew where every type of book was.
'Besides' she thought, picking up a leather-bound book. 'I have it'.
"Why do you need the book translated anyway?" asked Lila.
"The Sceptre of Orion holds the power to manipulate anyone the owner wishes it too" hissed
Calliope. "If I'm to take over the kingdom from that snivelling husband of mine, I need to control
him first. Master would be pleased with me once I do. Because once he's taken over this
kingdom, he'll take over the world".
~*~
Of course, Hermione had told John the moment she got out of the library, but John had simply
told Hermione that Calliope was heading up the theatre show. Hermione didn't believe him, but
she said no more about it. She only kept the Ancient Runes book hidden in her room.
Hermione thought some more. Her mind landed at once on Harry. He was her best friend
when she was five, then he had left when they were both seven. Hermione's hand crept up to
the pendant around the neck, and sighed again.
Now that muggles weren't allowed in the kingdom, Harry had no chance of coming back.. if
he even remembered her that is.
"Hermione, leave.." She remembered how angry her father had sounded when he said that.
And how he didn't believe Calliope was trying to over-rule him, all for her maser.
Hermione jumped up, and ran over to her wardrobe. She rummaged around the in the bottom
for a few moment, before taking out a blue bag. She put in her white cloak, a black cloak, and a
green cloak, a couple of dresses she had borrowed from the servants, one of her more
expensive dresses, her ancient rune book, and her wand. She then, changed into a pale blue
servant dress, with some black shoes, and put on a blue cloak. Hurrying down to the library,
making sure to avoid the guards, she grabbed the book Calliope and Lila were standing over
during their conversation. Placing that into her bag, Hermione then walked down to the
kitchens, and opened the door.
A flurry of house-elves rushed over.
"Good morning Miss Hermione" called Dobby, one of the few elves who were getting paid.
"Good morning Dobby. I was wondering if you could get me some food? Some bread, meat,
cheese, pastries, and anything else?" Five or more house-elves then came hurrying over, with
everything she had requested. And there was a lot of it.
"Thank you guys" she said, shrinking both bags and putting them into a pocket.
"Where is Miss Hermione going?" asked Dobby.
"On a little trip Dobby. But, please, if anyone asks if you've seen me, tell them you haven't
alright?"
"Dobby will tell other house-elves for you Miss Hermione"
"Thank you". Hermione walked to the back entrance of the kitchens. "And good-bye for now!"
A cry of 'good bye' was heard as Hermione made her way across the grounds, towards the
forest.
Hermione had been walking for a few hours, and was getting tired. She wasn't used to walking
such long distances. She usually went everywhere in a carriage, or on her horse, Comet. Why
she didn't bring Comet in the first place, she didn't know, but Hermione shrugged it off. It would
have been easier to spot her on a horse, than on foot.
Stopping for a few moments, Hermione leant up, plucking a red apple off of a tree. She was
about to take a bite, when an arrow lodged itself in the tree, inches from her leg. She jumped
back and turned quickly.
"Who's there?" she asked, looking around, slowly reaching for her wand. A freckled-faced, red-
haired head appeared from the brush opposite, her.
"Don't bother" said the boy, walking towards her, a wand pointed in her direction. An enchanted
bow and arrow, ready to strike floating beside him. "One move, and the arrow goes flying. Now,
drop the wand". Hermione scowled, and dropped her wand on the floor.
"Expelliramus" Hermione's wand flew to the boy's hand, and he pocketed it.
"What do we have here?" he asked, slowly circling Hermione. "Ah." His eyes caught sight of a
ring, which rested on Hermione's left middle finger. He grabbed the hand, and examined the
ring closely, smiling as he did so. "So you're royalty. 'I'm guessing the princess Hermione. This
is even better than expected". The boy dropped Hermione's hand, and, muttering a spell,
pointed his wand at her. Hermione was instantly ties up.
"I'm sure my fellow Marauders would be glad to meet you," he said, grabbing the end of the
rope, and tugging her along, into the brush he had came out of. Hermione had no choice, but
to follow.