Chapter 20
"The Truth"
Hermione rushed home, her heart pounding mercilessly against her chest. She knew that answers to the dreams she had, the very reason she was a witch born to a family with no trace of magical ancestors, her obsession with the Dark Lord, and just now, the way Voldemort acted when her saw her, would be in a little book called "The Magic of Reincarnation."
Hermione rushed into her house and sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom. She flung up her closet door and began digging furiously through boxes and old clothes. Soon, she found the book, wrapped up in an old bed sheet. Hermione rested against the wall, sitting on the hard wood floor. She unwrapped the bed sheet and looked at the book. The book seemed to be vibrating with an old, distant power. Hermione opened it and read the first page.
"The magic of reincarnation is both very old and very rare, existing only when conditions such as star alignments or solar eclipses happen. Most persons who are reincarnated are muggle born, meaning, having no trace of magical ancestors. A person who is reincarnated looks and may act just like their past selves, retaining old memories and powers. Reincarnation can only happen once, meaning a person who dies can only be born again one time. Most person who are reincarnated are reincarnate due to they need of presence to fulfill a destiny or prophecy."
Hermione turned to the next page.
"So, you suspect you or someone you know has been reincarnated. Well, the first sign of reincarnation is vivid dreams, which seem more like memories, to the person. These dreams occur when a person reaches the age of puberty, unlocking these memories. Other signs include birthmarks that represent the conditions that were set on that person's day and time of birth of that year."
Hermione placed the book down and walked over to her dresser. She took off her robes and lifted up her t-shirt. There, on the very small of her back, was a small full moon with three stars crowing the top. It looked almost as a tattoo, rather like a very skilled artist drew it there, but Hermione knew she was born with it. Her odd dreams and constant feelings odd déjà vu had started when she turned thirteen. She was of muggle decent, no trace of magic on either sides of her family. She turned back to the book.
"So, do the signs all point to possible reincarnation? Do you suspect you had a past life? Well, then if you do, please consider the following information. Unleashing one's full memories from a past life is both very complicated and dangerous, which may result in permanent brain damage or even death."
A soft knock on her bedroom door startled her. Hermione placed the book down and opened it.
"Professor Dumbledore?" she asked.
Dumbledore stood in her hallway, wearing a blue house robe and matching pajamas. His eyes were full of alertness and fear.
"Hermione, I must tell you something I should have told you a long time ago." he said.
Hermione watched as Dumbledore conjure two comfy chairs. Dumbledore sat in one and motioned for her to sit in the other. He looked at her, eyeing her a moment.
"I suppose, that you have questions of who you really are?" he asked at last.
Hermione nodded her head yes.
"There was a prophecy made almost twenty-two years ago. The prophecy was told by Professor Trelawney, and she said, "Upon the night that a lady consumed by darkness dies in body, her soul will seek refuge in a new home. That new home, a new body, will one day become a powerful person who will either lead the world to victory or it's doom. The stars will be just right upon her birth, and she will be the lady of darkness, only unable to be exactly who she once was, but with greater power than ever before."
"The Lady of Darkness was Katrina Anne Smith, a very bright, beautiful and wonderful student who came to Hogwarts her seventh year. Both sides of he family were of the purest and oldest magical blood around. She was sorted into Slytherin, made Head Girl, became friends with Tom Riddle, and unexpectedly, became his lover. Yes, it is hard to believe that such a cold- hearted, ruthless, merciless, pitiless soul such as Lord Vodlemort could ever fall in love, but he did have what everyone has, a heart. You see, every one has a significant other, and Voldemort found his. It was all written in the stars. Katrina turned to the dark side when her parents were murdered by a muggle. She had an old, family power that the Voldemort sensed. He knew that her powers would help him do what he wanted most, rid the world of muggles, muggle lovers, and magical people of muggle descent. His very world revolved around Katrina, but you see, her death is to be."
"James Potter, Harry's father, was chosen the very day upon his birth as the one to carry out the prophecy. He was the one believed by the Dark Lord to have murdered Katrina. So, he killed James and Lilly and were to kill Harry if not for Harry's prophecy, of which I know he mentioned to you in his sixth year. Either he or Voldemort will die from the hands of the other, that is, unless you alter their destinies."
Hermione looked at her old Headmaster. Concern was etched in his face. She tried to soak in all he was saying to her.
"So, you mean to tell me that I was Katrina Anne Smith, the Lady of Darkness?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yes you were, and still are." said Dumbledore.
"What do you mean I still am?" she asked.
"Well, you are Katrina. You only have a new body. Your body is the age of twenty-one years, but your soul is 79 years old. You were simply given a second chance to live, to help change the world's fate, including Voldermort's." said Dumbledore.
Hermione got off her chair and began pacing the room. How could this be? How could she, Hermione Suzzette Kasandria Granger, a simple girl from a simple muggle family, possibly be Katrina Anne Smith, the Lady of Darkness, a girl born to purebloods on both sides of the family? Hermione clutched her necklace and turned to Dumbledore.
"Okay, say I believe you, but why was I reborn?" Hermione asked.
"You were reborn during the Voldermort's darkest and most ruthless times. Your very death caused great anger and a surge of deaths before his downfall. Now that he has returned, he will stop at nothing to destroy this world and destroy Harry, that is, if you don't stop him. Your destiny is this: you either join him again, become his bride, and destroy the world together, or you try to change him, make him see his mistakes, make him stop his destruction, for he will listen to you for you are his true love." said Dumbledore. "Even your name says so."
He lifted his wand into the air, Hermione Suzzette Kasandria Granger floated in the air. Dumbledore gave his wand a flick and several of the letters vanished as others came together to form the words, "Katrina Anne Smith."
Hermione starred at the name. She felt it, understanding. She knew what she must do. She must help in this war of darkness. She must help Dumbledore and her friends save this world. Hermione let go of her necklace.
"So, I am to be used as bait?" she asked.
"No, nothing like that my child. You must be prepared for what you must do, whether it be good or bad. Either way, your destiny, as well as Harry's and Voldermort's, is inevitable." said Dumbledore. "Now, if we may, I think we have some distant memories needing to be unlocked."
"The Truth"
Hermione rushed home, her heart pounding mercilessly against her chest. She knew that answers to the dreams she had, the very reason she was a witch born to a family with no trace of magical ancestors, her obsession with the Dark Lord, and just now, the way Voldemort acted when her saw her, would be in a little book called "The Magic of Reincarnation."
Hermione rushed into her house and sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom. She flung up her closet door and began digging furiously through boxes and old clothes. Soon, she found the book, wrapped up in an old bed sheet. Hermione rested against the wall, sitting on the hard wood floor. She unwrapped the bed sheet and looked at the book. The book seemed to be vibrating with an old, distant power. Hermione opened it and read the first page.
"The magic of reincarnation is both very old and very rare, existing only when conditions such as star alignments or solar eclipses happen. Most persons who are reincarnated are muggle born, meaning, having no trace of magical ancestors. A person who is reincarnated looks and may act just like their past selves, retaining old memories and powers. Reincarnation can only happen once, meaning a person who dies can only be born again one time. Most person who are reincarnated are reincarnate due to they need of presence to fulfill a destiny or prophecy."
Hermione turned to the next page.
"So, you suspect you or someone you know has been reincarnated. Well, the first sign of reincarnation is vivid dreams, which seem more like memories, to the person. These dreams occur when a person reaches the age of puberty, unlocking these memories. Other signs include birthmarks that represent the conditions that were set on that person's day and time of birth of that year."
Hermione placed the book down and walked over to her dresser. She took off her robes and lifted up her t-shirt. There, on the very small of her back, was a small full moon with three stars crowing the top. It looked almost as a tattoo, rather like a very skilled artist drew it there, but Hermione knew she was born with it. Her odd dreams and constant feelings odd déjà vu had started when she turned thirteen. She was of muggle decent, no trace of magic on either sides of her family. She turned back to the book.
"So, do the signs all point to possible reincarnation? Do you suspect you had a past life? Well, then if you do, please consider the following information. Unleashing one's full memories from a past life is both very complicated and dangerous, which may result in permanent brain damage or even death."
A soft knock on her bedroom door startled her. Hermione placed the book down and opened it.
"Professor Dumbledore?" she asked.
Dumbledore stood in her hallway, wearing a blue house robe and matching pajamas. His eyes were full of alertness and fear.
"Hermione, I must tell you something I should have told you a long time ago." he said.
Hermione watched as Dumbledore conjure two comfy chairs. Dumbledore sat in one and motioned for her to sit in the other. He looked at her, eyeing her a moment.
"I suppose, that you have questions of who you really are?" he asked at last.
Hermione nodded her head yes.
"There was a prophecy made almost twenty-two years ago. The prophecy was told by Professor Trelawney, and she said, "Upon the night that a lady consumed by darkness dies in body, her soul will seek refuge in a new home. That new home, a new body, will one day become a powerful person who will either lead the world to victory or it's doom. The stars will be just right upon her birth, and she will be the lady of darkness, only unable to be exactly who she once was, but with greater power than ever before."
"The Lady of Darkness was Katrina Anne Smith, a very bright, beautiful and wonderful student who came to Hogwarts her seventh year. Both sides of he family were of the purest and oldest magical blood around. She was sorted into Slytherin, made Head Girl, became friends with Tom Riddle, and unexpectedly, became his lover. Yes, it is hard to believe that such a cold- hearted, ruthless, merciless, pitiless soul such as Lord Vodlemort could ever fall in love, but he did have what everyone has, a heart. You see, every one has a significant other, and Voldemort found his. It was all written in the stars. Katrina turned to the dark side when her parents were murdered by a muggle. She had an old, family power that the Voldemort sensed. He knew that her powers would help him do what he wanted most, rid the world of muggles, muggle lovers, and magical people of muggle descent. His very world revolved around Katrina, but you see, her death is to be."
"James Potter, Harry's father, was chosen the very day upon his birth as the one to carry out the prophecy. He was the one believed by the Dark Lord to have murdered Katrina. So, he killed James and Lilly and were to kill Harry if not for Harry's prophecy, of which I know he mentioned to you in his sixth year. Either he or Voldemort will die from the hands of the other, that is, unless you alter their destinies."
Hermione looked at her old Headmaster. Concern was etched in his face. She tried to soak in all he was saying to her.
"So, you mean to tell me that I was Katrina Anne Smith, the Lady of Darkness?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yes you were, and still are." said Dumbledore.
"What do you mean I still am?" she asked.
"Well, you are Katrina. You only have a new body. Your body is the age of twenty-one years, but your soul is 79 years old. You were simply given a second chance to live, to help change the world's fate, including Voldermort's." said Dumbledore.
Hermione got off her chair and began pacing the room. How could this be? How could she, Hermione Suzzette Kasandria Granger, a simple girl from a simple muggle family, possibly be Katrina Anne Smith, the Lady of Darkness, a girl born to purebloods on both sides of the family? Hermione clutched her necklace and turned to Dumbledore.
"Okay, say I believe you, but why was I reborn?" Hermione asked.
"You were reborn during the Voldermort's darkest and most ruthless times. Your very death caused great anger and a surge of deaths before his downfall. Now that he has returned, he will stop at nothing to destroy this world and destroy Harry, that is, if you don't stop him. Your destiny is this: you either join him again, become his bride, and destroy the world together, or you try to change him, make him see his mistakes, make him stop his destruction, for he will listen to you for you are his true love." said Dumbledore. "Even your name says so."
He lifted his wand into the air, Hermione Suzzette Kasandria Granger floated in the air. Dumbledore gave his wand a flick and several of the letters vanished as others came together to form the words, "Katrina Anne Smith."
Hermione starred at the name. She felt it, understanding. She knew what she must do. She must help in this war of darkness. She must help Dumbledore and her friends save this world. Hermione let go of her necklace.
"So, I am to be used as bait?" she asked.
"No, nothing like that my child. You must be prepared for what you must do, whether it be good or bad. Either way, your destiny, as well as Harry's and Voldermort's, is inevitable." said Dumbledore. "Now, if we may, I think we have some distant memories needing to be unlocked."