Chapter 15:
The two women stood still. Finding their long lost Hermione and hearing that she was part of the prophecy predicted by Gaia was not on their to-do list for today.
"You look peckish, Princess. Would you care for me to get you something from the kitchens?" Dumbledore asked
"No thank you, professor. I know where they are. I shall get something myself. I missed this place so much, I may wander the halls." She turned around
"The portrait of the Fat Lady. The password is Pixi-stix." Dumbledore called.
'Nothing gets past that man,' Cassara thought.
I thanked him, but before I could leave, he said one more thing. "Majesty, you were an outstanding student in Defense Against the Dark Arts. We had a bit of trouble finding a teacher for that subject. Would you care to take that position?"
"Yes, thank you professor" I said. I left the room. Now no matter what I would have to face her.
She left the office and walked towards the kitchens.
'Should I stay here or go back home? No, I shall stay. Should I go in search of her now? What if I run into her? What do I say? Lord, I never thought this day would come.' Cassara thought as she turned to corner.
"Shall we grab some food for Hermione?" Cassara heard from around the corner. She peeked around and saw two boys wearing Gryffindor robes standing outside the kitchens.
Cassara's POV
"Nah, she is most likely asleep by now. Or were you expecting that in hopes of eating her food when we found out?" A raven-haired boy told a taller red haired boy. The boy who spoke looked familiar. It was the boy from the graveyard.
I mustered up all of my courage and walked up to them.
"Excuse me boys, but would you happen to be Harry Potter?" I asked
"Yes, yes I am ma'am." He said. "This is my friend, Ronald Weasley"
"Charmed (A/N I luv that show). Would you please tell me something? The Hermione you were speaking of, would it happen to be Hermione Granger?" I held my breath for the answer.
"Yes ma'am. How would you know her?" Ronald asked.
"Oh, well I'm-"
"Your majesty" The three of us turned around and saw a blond boy bowing to me
"Rise, young lad. You are Lucius Malfoy's son, am I not mistaken?"
"Yes majesty" he said respectfully. I saw out of the corner of my eye the two other boys looked shocked.
"I have been informed of your good doing tonight. That was a kind thing to do and I thank you for it." Wow, I sounded mad diplomatic. I stifled a giggle. "Now, Misters Potter and Weasley, would you-"
"HARRY! RON!" a girl came running towards us. Was this going to happen all night? She stopped short I front of us and stared at the young Malfoy. "Malfoy?"
"Yes Granger?" Malfoy simply stated.
I observed the girl. This was my daughter! She was beautiful. Her reddish, golden chocolate hair fell in waves down to her waist. Her eyes, too, were a beautiful, rich chocolate. They had a sparkle to them.
"Hello Malfoy. Um, thank you for before, but I must speak to Harry and Ron" She did not notice me.
"Uh, 'Mione," Harry pointed to me.
"Oh, sorry. Hello, I am Hermione Granger. Are you our new professor?" She asked.
"Yes my dear. Now, I was looking for you before. I-I" then it came to me "I heard that you are at the top of your class and I only just got the job a short while ago. I was wondering if you would accompany me to discuss what you have learned in the past"
"I would be delighted to Professor" She said gladly. She turned to her friends "I'll talk to you two in the common room asap, okay?"
They nodded at her.
'Please do not mention my royalty to anyone' I thought to the boys. They slowly nodded, confused.
I walked Hermione to Dumbledore's office.
"What are we doing here Professor?" she asked
"Hermione, there is something Dumbledore and someone in this room must speak to you about" I said
"Oh, Dumbledore said he had to speak to me about something before." She said
We walked up the stairs. I was terrified about how she would react when she found out. I held my breath as I opened the door and let her in.
Hermione's POV
I looked around the room. There was a woman who didn't look a say over thirty-five. She was wearing a beautiful red gown with a green robe. She had a long, slender body. She had a young glow about her. Her hair was a deep chocolate brown which was in a French twist. Her eyes were almond shaped and brown. She looked at me with sheer joy.
'What's going on?' I thought.
I looked at the other woman. The professor. She looked nervous. Her hair was a similar color to mine. It was in a half ponytail and curls. She was wearing a light turquoise gown. She looked like a princess. That was when I knew she was a princess. She had a beautiful silver tiara on her head.
I gasped and realized that she was Princess Cassara. The book did not have pictures, but it described what she looked like. I quickly curtsied.
"Rise Hermione. There is something we must discuss with you." Dumbledore said
"Yes sir?"
"Hermione, as I can see you already know, this is Emma Rald and Princess Cassara Riddle." He began
"And your family" Emma said.
"Wh-what?"
"Hermione, please listen. As an infant my husband took our newborn daughter from her cradle and brought her to my best friend, Alexandra Granger"
"That's my mother's name"
"That was sixteen years ago. At her birth, she was given a locket." Hermione moved her hand to her chest. "It was a beautiful silver with a black around it. The locket doesn't open, for it is not meant to yet. I have waited in vain to see my daughter again since she was born. My husband, a demon, made sure that she kept her name, Hermione Athena (A/N not because she's so smart, but because Athena is one of my three fave Greek gods). Her name now is Hermione Athena Granger."
"Hermione, Albus informed us of what has been happening this summer, with the flying, mind reading, thought sending, and wandless magic. He also informed me of your eyes going ablaze. Those are some of the signs of a-a Rald" Emma said
"I just did a thought send with those three boys before." Cassara said
This was too much. This has to be a joke.
"Majesties, you must have the wrong Hermione Athena Granger. I mean, I'm no princess. This necklace is just a family heirloom. My mother said that I've been wearing this since she first held me in her arms"
"That is because it is. It was mine. My first husband gave it to me on his deathbed. Alexandra is your Godmother. We have been best friends ever since, well ever since we were about two."
"But, how? She's a muggle"
"Bah! Like blood matters. I was at a park and met her at the swings. We clicked and my nanny took me to that park from that day until I was ten. We were inseperable."
"I'm still confused, though. If I am your daughter, then how did you find me? Why now?" I was getting confused.
"Your father has actually been trying to stop me from searching for you ever since I escaped from Lord Voldemort, who turns out to be your uncle." Dumbledore gasped and Emma looked like she was ready to pass out. "Oops. Sorry Grandma. I meant to tell you. He went to the past and became Lord Voldemort. That's why he kidnapped me."
"WAIT! I'm related to Lord Voldemort, my father is a demon, I come from a line of the strongest family in history, and my mother is a princess who is going to be working at my school!? The worst part of this is that I know that there's more."
"Well, your uncle Tom, that's his real name-"
"I know. One of my best friends is Harry Potter, which means we researched, or I did"
"Okay then, well your uncle Tom is now after you. And I believe that the sorting hat has more to say, but that you shall find out some other time." Cassara said. She knelt down. "Hermione, I have been searching for you for so long."
"Not to be rude or anything, but I must ask my mother, or who I thought was my mother." I needed to speak to the woman I had grown up with to see if this was all true.
"Of course. Concentrate on your house and close your eyes" Cassara said. I did so and felt a warm, tingling sensation. I opened my eyes and was in my room. Cassara was standing next to me. I led her down the stairs to the kitchen. Every night, around this time my mother was making herself some tea.
"Mother?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen. My mother turned around and smiled.
"Hermione! What are you doing home so early?" She swept me into a hug
"Well, um," I began
"Alexandra?" I turned around and saw Cassara. She and my mother shrieked and ran into a large hug. They looked like they were wrestling.
"What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in so long!" mother began "Wait, Cassara?"
"I'm sorry, I was trying to wait until she was out of school if I found her before then, but I couldn't wait. As soon as I found her at the school I had to bring her to Dumbledore" Cassara said. "Did I mention that I'm teaching there this year?"
"How about telling me that you are alive and out of the clutches of that beast? And congratulations. But couldn't I have been there?" My moth-Mrs. Granger looked upset at Cass-my mother. She turned to me. "Hermione, I'm so sorry I did not tell you before. I was going to, but not for a while. You were brought to me to be kept safe and it was supposed to be a secret until I found out it was safe. Can you forgive and old woman?"
"Of course moth-Mrs. Granger"
"Oh Mrs. Granger bah! I'm auntie Alex now. Wow, did that come out how I thought it did?" She asked my biological mother.
"I'm afraid so, Auntie Alex" the two girls giggled.
"Um, I, uh" I fainted.
A/N: I'm sorry that she took it so easily, but the next chap will explain why she had to accept it so easily
The two women stood still. Finding their long lost Hermione and hearing that she was part of the prophecy predicted by Gaia was not on their to-do list for today.
"You look peckish, Princess. Would you care for me to get you something from the kitchens?" Dumbledore asked
"No thank you, professor. I know where they are. I shall get something myself. I missed this place so much, I may wander the halls." She turned around
"The portrait of the Fat Lady. The password is Pixi-stix." Dumbledore called.
'Nothing gets past that man,' Cassara thought.
I thanked him, but before I could leave, he said one more thing. "Majesty, you were an outstanding student in Defense Against the Dark Arts. We had a bit of trouble finding a teacher for that subject. Would you care to take that position?"
"Yes, thank you professor" I said. I left the room. Now no matter what I would have to face her.
She left the office and walked towards the kitchens.
'Should I stay here or go back home? No, I shall stay. Should I go in search of her now? What if I run into her? What do I say? Lord, I never thought this day would come.' Cassara thought as she turned to corner.
"Shall we grab some food for Hermione?" Cassara heard from around the corner. She peeked around and saw two boys wearing Gryffindor robes standing outside the kitchens.
Cassara's POV
"Nah, she is most likely asleep by now. Or were you expecting that in hopes of eating her food when we found out?" A raven-haired boy told a taller red haired boy. The boy who spoke looked familiar. It was the boy from the graveyard.
I mustered up all of my courage and walked up to them.
"Excuse me boys, but would you happen to be Harry Potter?" I asked
"Yes, yes I am ma'am." He said. "This is my friend, Ronald Weasley"
"Charmed (A/N I luv that show). Would you please tell me something? The Hermione you were speaking of, would it happen to be Hermione Granger?" I held my breath for the answer.
"Yes ma'am. How would you know her?" Ronald asked.
"Oh, well I'm-"
"Your majesty" The three of us turned around and saw a blond boy bowing to me
"Rise, young lad. You are Lucius Malfoy's son, am I not mistaken?"
"Yes majesty" he said respectfully. I saw out of the corner of my eye the two other boys looked shocked.
"I have been informed of your good doing tonight. That was a kind thing to do and I thank you for it." Wow, I sounded mad diplomatic. I stifled a giggle. "Now, Misters Potter and Weasley, would you-"
"HARRY! RON!" a girl came running towards us. Was this going to happen all night? She stopped short I front of us and stared at the young Malfoy. "Malfoy?"
"Yes Granger?" Malfoy simply stated.
I observed the girl. This was my daughter! She was beautiful. Her reddish, golden chocolate hair fell in waves down to her waist. Her eyes, too, were a beautiful, rich chocolate. They had a sparkle to them.
"Hello Malfoy. Um, thank you for before, but I must speak to Harry and Ron" She did not notice me.
"Uh, 'Mione," Harry pointed to me.
"Oh, sorry. Hello, I am Hermione Granger. Are you our new professor?" She asked.
"Yes my dear. Now, I was looking for you before. I-I" then it came to me "I heard that you are at the top of your class and I only just got the job a short while ago. I was wondering if you would accompany me to discuss what you have learned in the past"
"I would be delighted to Professor" She said gladly. She turned to her friends "I'll talk to you two in the common room asap, okay?"
They nodded at her.
'Please do not mention my royalty to anyone' I thought to the boys. They slowly nodded, confused.
I walked Hermione to Dumbledore's office.
"What are we doing here Professor?" she asked
"Hermione, there is something Dumbledore and someone in this room must speak to you about" I said
"Oh, Dumbledore said he had to speak to me about something before." She said
We walked up the stairs. I was terrified about how she would react when she found out. I held my breath as I opened the door and let her in.
Hermione's POV
I looked around the room. There was a woman who didn't look a say over thirty-five. She was wearing a beautiful red gown with a green robe. She had a long, slender body. She had a young glow about her. Her hair was a deep chocolate brown which was in a French twist. Her eyes were almond shaped and brown. She looked at me with sheer joy.
'What's going on?' I thought.
I looked at the other woman. The professor. She looked nervous. Her hair was a similar color to mine. It was in a half ponytail and curls. She was wearing a light turquoise gown. She looked like a princess. That was when I knew she was a princess. She had a beautiful silver tiara on her head.
I gasped and realized that she was Princess Cassara. The book did not have pictures, but it described what she looked like. I quickly curtsied.
"Rise Hermione. There is something we must discuss with you." Dumbledore said
"Yes sir?"
"Hermione, as I can see you already know, this is Emma Rald and Princess Cassara Riddle." He began
"And your family" Emma said.
"Wh-what?"
"Hermione, please listen. As an infant my husband took our newborn daughter from her cradle and brought her to my best friend, Alexandra Granger"
"That's my mother's name"
"That was sixteen years ago. At her birth, she was given a locket." Hermione moved her hand to her chest. "It was a beautiful silver with a black around it. The locket doesn't open, for it is not meant to yet. I have waited in vain to see my daughter again since she was born. My husband, a demon, made sure that she kept her name, Hermione Athena (A/N not because she's so smart, but because Athena is one of my three fave Greek gods). Her name now is Hermione Athena Granger."
"Hermione, Albus informed us of what has been happening this summer, with the flying, mind reading, thought sending, and wandless magic. He also informed me of your eyes going ablaze. Those are some of the signs of a-a Rald" Emma said
"I just did a thought send with those three boys before." Cassara said
This was too much. This has to be a joke.
"Majesties, you must have the wrong Hermione Athena Granger. I mean, I'm no princess. This necklace is just a family heirloom. My mother said that I've been wearing this since she first held me in her arms"
"That is because it is. It was mine. My first husband gave it to me on his deathbed. Alexandra is your Godmother. We have been best friends ever since, well ever since we were about two."
"But, how? She's a muggle"
"Bah! Like blood matters. I was at a park and met her at the swings. We clicked and my nanny took me to that park from that day until I was ten. We were inseperable."
"I'm still confused, though. If I am your daughter, then how did you find me? Why now?" I was getting confused.
"Your father has actually been trying to stop me from searching for you ever since I escaped from Lord Voldemort, who turns out to be your uncle." Dumbledore gasped and Emma looked like she was ready to pass out. "Oops. Sorry Grandma. I meant to tell you. He went to the past and became Lord Voldemort. That's why he kidnapped me."
"WAIT! I'm related to Lord Voldemort, my father is a demon, I come from a line of the strongest family in history, and my mother is a princess who is going to be working at my school!? The worst part of this is that I know that there's more."
"Well, your uncle Tom, that's his real name-"
"I know. One of my best friends is Harry Potter, which means we researched, or I did"
"Okay then, well your uncle Tom is now after you. And I believe that the sorting hat has more to say, but that you shall find out some other time." Cassara said. She knelt down. "Hermione, I have been searching for you for so long."
"Not to be rude or anything, but I must ask my mother, or who I thought was my mother." I needed to speak to the woman I had grown up with to see if this was all true.
"Of course. Concentrate on your house and close your eyes" Cassara said. I did so and felt a warm, tingling sensation. I opened my eyes and was in my room. Cassara was standing next to me. I led her down the stairs to the kitchen. Every night, around this time my mother was making herself some tea.
"Mother?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen. My mother turned around and smiled.
"Hermione! What are you doing home so early?" She swept me into a hug
"Well, um," I began
"Alexandra?" I turned around and saw Cassara. She and my mother shrieked and ran into a large hug. They looked like they were wrestling.
"What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in so long!" mother began "Wait, Cassara?"
"I'm sorry, I was trying to wait until she was out of school if I found her before then, but I couldn't wait. As soon as I found her at the school I had to bring her to Dumbledore" Cassara said. "Did I mention that I'm teaching there this year?"
"How about telling me that you are alive and out of the clutches of that beast? And congratulations. But couldn't I have been there?" My moth-Mrs. Granger looked upset at Cass-my mother. She turned to me. "Hermione, I'm so sorry I did not tell you before. I was going to, but not for a while. You were brought to me to be kept safe and it was supposed to be a secret until I found out it was safe. Can you forgive and old woman?"
"Of course moth-Mrs. Granger"
"Oh Mrs. Granger bah! I'm auntie Alex now. Wow, did that come out how I thought it did?" She asked my biological mother.
"I'm afraid so, Auntie Alex" the two girls giggled.
"Um, I, uh" I fainted.
A/N: I'm sorry that she took it so easily, but the next chap will explain why she had to accept it so easily