"Your Majesty, a muggle has requested to see you. I told her that you would not associate with such scum, but you know…" The guard said with a shrug.
"Send her in." The Queen commanded. She sat on a huge gold throne, her hair falling in soft brown ringlets onto her shoulders. The royal robes, a rich crimson with gold edging, were draped around her majestically. It was her first day being Queen, having been crowned at the death of her father, King Edward the first. Her amber eyes surveyed the room with awe; her father may have been king, but she had never been allowed into the royal throne room.
"Your majesty, I present to you Serenity Moonstone, muggle slave of Agatha Acanthi. Filth, to your knees!" The guard pushed the girl onto her knees and stood at the door.
"Close the door, please." The Queen said quietly. She motioned for the girl to rise. "Serenity, is it? A lovely name! Now, my dear, what is it you have come to me for?" The Queen asked sincerely.
"I come to tell you of the sad state of our country. I know, I am but a poor slave, but I must tell you. We are kept as pets, slaves in every trade, starved and beaten everyday. Majesty, you must help us. We fear you already for your magic, but we do not wish harm to you." The girl bowed her head as she spoke. She had long, blonde hair and eyes as blue as crystal. She was very beautiful, but spoke as if afraid for her life.
"Perhaps, miss, you think that because my father allowed the slavery of your people I will. I am not my father. Please, have seat." She pointed to the throne beside her, reserved for the second in command. The girl nearly wept.
"I am not high enough to sit in that chair, Highness."
"You will sit here. We will show your people and mine that you are equal. Muggles are no worse than magic folk. Have a seat with me, please." She patted the seat once more, and the girl took it warily.
"Guards! Bring in the royal scribe, immediately!" The Queen called. People poured in from the corridors, gathering in front of the Queen. The scribe took the centre and sat, facing her, ready to take notes.
"By royal proclamation, no longer shall muggles be held as slaves. I hereby order all to be set free and sent to me, where I, personally, shall see to it that they are given all the necessary things to make a suitable life for themselves. This, by Her Royal Majesty Queen Hermione." The outrage was unbearably loud.
"They will rise up and dethrone you! Is this, the freedom of dirt, worth your life? And you, Majesty, with no successor?" The first guard yelled.
"You will bet your life for this scum? A fine Queen you'll make, dead on your first week of power!" The second guard added angrily.
"Halt! I'll have no uproar, not in my castle! If you disagree, tell the dukes! They, truly, are the only ones to whom I might listen. Hear this, court, I will not tolerate the mistreatment of anyone, be them muggle or magic. Go forth and proclaim this in towns! Everywhere, I want it known! And be certain, for those of you who do not agree and do not tell your town of this proclamation, I shall know. And Azkaban will be your fate if you so choose to disobey me." Hermione sat down in her throne, Serenity frozen in a mixture of joy and terrible fear. The crowd left, to the Apparation and Floo room down the hallway.
"Highness, will they not harm the muggles? I foresee many muggle deaths before they reach your castle. Perhaps, a spell? I do not know much of magic, but I know that you are capable of only good. Please, protect them." Serenity whispered the last bit. Her eyes were glazed, her thoughts taken by visions of her friends and family dying before the chance to start their real lives.
"Serenity, you are brilliant!" Hermione exclaimed. "Let me get my books." She reached for her wand inside her robes. "Accio Protective Spells!" She shouted, and a large book bound in leather flew in through the window.
"Not to worry, Serenity, merely a summoning charm." She murmured to the frightened girl. Opening the book, she searched its pages until coming across a large scale protective charm that muggles wouldn't notice.
"Praemedicatus muggles!" She shouted, and a shower of light fell upon the entire country.
"Don't worry, Serenity; that just means that they won't get hurt by anyone. Royal magic is sealed so that only a person of royal blood can undo it, and I haven't got any siblings. Queen or King magic can only be undone by the son or daughter, and King or Queen, so we're pretty safe. I'm single, and childless." She let out a small laugh and the girl smiled weakly.
"What are you going to do when they come here?" Serenity asked wisely.
"I'm going to give them all enough food and water for their stay here, and then give them each enough money for a month's worth of food from my personal treasury. I don't need so much money, they are much less fortunate than I." Hermione answered sensibly.
"So it is true, then. You aren't at all like your father. I'm thankful for that, Majesty, for your father was cruel and did not care for muggles. Prove your mother right, Highness, prove that you are a better ruler than your father ever was. I know you can do it." The girl smiled briefly, and then faded into a slivery mist.
"What? What was that? Serenity, you've told me you're a muggle! Come back here, I have questions!" Hermione was off her throne and looking, frantically, for an explanation. She never got one.
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