The boys were happy to see her, but they didn't understand the sacrifice she had made to return. She has called down the moon. Fought beside the goddess to save her self. Sworn to use what she was given to fight.
Professor McGonagall had come to find her. Professor Dumbledore wanted to talk to her. Something about rumours of a fight against Death Eaters, the death of her parents and the little fact the castle protested she was both the filiola nex and the curator vita and not actually human.
She entered the room only to find Professor Dumbledore already seated behind his desk.
"Sit Down Miss Granger."
Hermione remained standing.
"Professor do you know my full name?"
"I presume not Miss Granger."
Hermione smiled.
"I have two halves to my name. One public, one private."
The old mage's eyes twinkled.
"I am Hermione Anne Granger, true. That is my name to the outside ... my mundane name if you will. To the inner world and now the magical world I am or will be known by my true name. I am Lady Raven Argentclaw. I was not supposed to attend Hogwarts."
A flicker of something crossed his face.
"My family has not attended Hogwarts since the two most famous of my line were betrayed. We are home trained in ceremonial magic. I am the last in a long line of druidesses. At four days I first manifested my power. At two I conjured my first item. At four I summoned my elemental guardians. At six I forced into existence the circle between worlds."
A flicker of disbelief echoed in his eyes.
"The circle I created is open, but never will it be broken. I call it to this time and place."
A circle swelled out from her body. Approximately nine metres wide it encompassed both the old man and the young woman. The outside world dimmed.
"We stand between worlds, outside of time. I call the guardians to me, if they choose to come. I call my tools that I may honour the Old Ones."
A bright light engulfed her, and when it faded the old mage could see her surrounded by four guardians, with a sword sheathed across her back, a staff in one hand, a chalice in the other, and a silver pentacle around her neck.
"At eight I figured out how to create my tools in the world between. At ten I worked out how to take my tools and guardians from the circle. At twelve I had learnt everything I could from my mother, so I called the willing dead to help. The betrayed answered my call."
He was both horrified and curious.
Turning to the altar that had also appeared, she placed the chalice down, and transformed the staff and sword into wand and athame respectively. Removing the pentacle from her neck she placed it on the altar.
"In the name of the Lord and the Lady of the otherworld, I open the gate between this circle and the next world."
Taking the athame she ran it over an old scar on the palm of her hand, and dripped the blood into the chalice. When it was half full she laid the athame across the cut and it healed. Placing the blade down on the altar, she picked up the wand and stirred the blood.
"By right of my blood, I seek to open the gateway. I call the betrayed if they are willing."
The blood was transfigured into a silvery liquid. Placing the wand down she picked up the chalice and drank a little of the substance. Smiling she offered it to the old mage. Recognising the ceremony, but still horrified he drank just enough of the substance to validate the ritual magic, he handed the chalice back. She pored the remainder on to the pentacle where it was absorbed.
"By right of the old rules, by right of blood given freely, So mote it be!"
Two dark shapes formed at the edge of the circle.
A/N: Little daughter of death, guardian of life = Filiola nex, curator vita