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Chapter 7: Perfect father, perfect plan
Hermione turned to Ron, Harry had gone to detention with professor Umbridge. So Ron and Hermione were waiting for him to return. Ron had a strange look on his eyes and they went imidialty to Hermione.
"What have you and your grandmother been talking about?" Ron smiled
"Ron, don't…" Hermione turned away. "I told her about Leyla and Lily, the situation. She said that if mom was so far gone that she would only allow help from her father, if she were not able to fight his help. Yet she shouldn't be gone too far. She said that mom would never call for help from her father, but Lily would."
"So we have another witness…" Ron smiled "So…"
"Appearantly he's the God of war. Norse God of war." Hermione turned around. "So that means either Odin or Tyr."
"Well, we summon him." Ron explained.
"Are you crazy?" Hermione turned to him. "Summoning a God? I can't just…"
"Either way we summon a dead person or we call a god." Ron turned to Hermione. "So far there is no spell to bring anyone back from the dead. I bet we can find a spell in the library to summon a God."
"Ron, we can't do that." Hermione stood up. "You don't know what's going to happen…"
"Happen about what?" Harry was standing in the door opening. He was holding both of his hands close to his body. "Hermione? Ron?"
"Ron wants to summon the god of war." Hermione turned to Harry. "I think it's dangerous to ask the god of war if my mom is still alive."
"I think we should do it Hermione…" Harry sat down. "He is your grandfather. If he knows what happened to your mother. I think we should hit the library, see if we can find a way to summon him."
Hermione lay down in her bed. The people in her room didn't know what was going on with her, she took the potions in her hand. This would return her natural powers. She didn't know if she wanted them, what if Voldemort would really turn her. Hermione thought about her mother, she took the picture in her hands. A smile was written on the woman's face. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light. When this picture was taken, she was happy. She had no idea when it was taken or even by whom. Would she ever know the voice of her mother? Would she ever see her? She slowly returned the potion back to the basket.
Than her mind went to another person in her life. Her father, who was this person? Did he knew that she existed? Had her mother told him about her existence and had been there when she was born? Did he care for her?
Hermione turned around in her bed. Should she summon this god? And what would change to her life if she was aware that her mom had survived that faithful September night. Would her life change? And if her mom returned, would she want Hermione back? Did Hermione want to return to her mom? Hermione put her hand to her head. She had to find sleep, so she would be fresh in the morning. Yet her mom haunted through her head. What did Snape know about her? And was her brave nature the reason why she gave her up?
Hermione closed her eyes. She didn't know how she finally found sleep. And yet than a feeling arrived that her eyes were wide open. She was in the common room. Everything around her seemed to be different. Yet it was right the same. Slowly she moved around. A smell was in the room.
"I knew you would be pretty…" Hermione turned around to find a woman standing in the door opening now. Slowly she moved closer. The woman that walked towards her was her mother. She looked exactly like in the picture, a couple of years had added to her face. Yet she didn't look a day over 30. When the hands touched her face, she saw her mother's blue eyes. "You look beautiful."
"Why?" Hermione put her hands towards Leyla, but she moved a bit away. "You could have looked out for me, I would have trusted you."
"Yeah, but a mother does the best for her child." Leyla reached for her. "The best for you was to be with your parents. Hermione they are your parents, they protected you. I saw they would be good for you, better than I would."
"You would have been good for me…" Hermione had tears in her eyes. "You are my mother."
"As a mother, I needed to care for you." Leyla reached for Hermione. "It's just I was not the mother you needed. Hermione you were too good for me, I would have made a horrible mother. I would have given you a life in the shadows, it wouldn't be good. You deserve the light. I couldn't give that to you. So I…"
"You are my mother." Hermione reached her hands towards her. "I need you. I still need you."
"No, you don't Hermione." Leyla stood up. "Stop it, the past is full of answers. You shouldn't do it, you should stop looking. Danger lures around every corner."
Hermione stared at her mother as she walked to the exit. Her blond hair was longer than the picture had showed. She was wearing a bright blue dress robe.
"Please?"
"Hermione…" Leyla turned around. "You can't be part of any of this. Danger leads around."
"Where is danger?" Hermione stood up. "Voldemort is coming back and I need to know, what happened to you? Are you really here?"
"You don't need to know the answers…" Leyla looked at her. "You don't need me. You never needed me."
"But I do need you!" Hermione screamed as she ran after Leyviena's figure. Right out of the common room. Leyla stepped downstairs, part of her believed that Hermione didn't even know that she was following. So Hermione would walk faster, but she tried to make no noise. Hermione didn't know if she were asleep, but she assumed she was. Why would her mother say she didn't want her as a mother. Leyviena would have been a good mother, she could see the woman as her own. She didn't hate her own parents, but the image of her natural mom brought her to tears.
She started to walk faster as her mother ran to the outside. Hermione thought about the consequence if this were real, but she didn't want to lose her. When Hermione passed over the bridge and between the stones. She was led through the trees, right in to a secret garden. There Leyla turned around.
"She can't hear us here…" Leyla turned to her. "Hermione it's important you know that Hogwart isn't save with her here. "
"Who?" Hermione turned to her. "Umbridge?"
"She's very suspicious." Leyla turned to her. "She thinks Dumbledore is starting an army. Hermione, you are the one Hogwarts needs. On the seventh floor there is a special room. It will help you in your quest. You need to be the leader. You need to move them. The last thing on your mind should be me. Think about fighting her…"
"She's a professor…"
"Hermione, if you don't take actions." Leyla put her hand to Hermione's cheek. "You will be in danger. Take the potion and discover your powers. Your powers are the key to defeating Voldemort. Make sure that you protect Harry's mind. You only can."
Leyla stepped away as bleu butterflies appeared around her. She dissolved in white light. What was the power her mother had? What special powers would she get?
"What are my powers?"
Hermione's powers were thrown open as Lavender shook her. She wasn't dressed completely and had a mad look on her face. Slowly Hermione carried her from the bed. She stared at the potions in her basket. Should she take them? She believed that her morning pumpkin juice wouldn't taste well with her mother's potions. She dressed herself and walked down the stairs carrying all her books.
"Look Hermione." Harry stepped next to her. "We are going to summon this god, even if you're not with this. Hermione?"
"I saw her…" Hermione turned to Ron and Harry. "In my dream, she said that my power was the key. She said that Umbridge is more dangerous that we think. She says that we should start something. And about a room on the 7th floor. I think she wants us all to learn magic."
"You saw your mom?" Ron raised an eyebrow. "In your head."
"Yes, she was in the garden. She said that she didn't hear her there." Hermione spoke "She said that I was the key to destroying Voldemort."
"You need to take that potion, Hermione." Harry turned to her. "If your powers are the key, we better start practicing. Maybe that's what we need to do on the 7th floor."
"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Hermione stared at his left hand. He had it pulled to his body, but it was the other hand that worried her. The right hand was pulled in his sweater. Harry turned to her as Hermione stared to the hand once more again. He slowly moved the fabric from his left hand and
showed it to Hermione. "No, the other hand."
"Harry, did she do this?" Ron stared at the hand.
"I think it's completely unfair." Hermione replied "We should go to Dumbledore."
"No, it's nothing." Harry reacted. "If we go to Dumbledore, we'll draw attention to ourselves. We need no attention. We need to find a book on summering your grandfather. In that garden your mom said she couldn't hear you."
"It was just a dream, Harry."
"Unless it meant something." Ron turned to Hermione. "What if this was really your mom in your head? I mean there are stranger things, maybe there's a message in your dream. Maybe her power lingers over that piece of garden. We would be safe there."
"Well, I think Ron makes sense."
"I have to admit that he does." Hermione turned away. "I am not the one to put much attention in this dream. This time I'll have too."
"So we'll summon your grandfather."
"And let Umbridge get away with this." Hermione turned to Harry. "She can't do this."
"Well, what if…" Hermione grabbed the small book from her bag. She started to go through the pages. This was her mother's hand writing, she looked at the book completely different.
"To change someone in a rabbit…" Ron stared at the handwriting. "Travel in a painting…."
"Here…" Hermione showed the spell to Harry and Ron. "To put the spell on someone else. With a plan we can put the spell on Umbridge. Plus this spells can't be traced."
"Why not?" Ron turned to her. "All spells…"
"My mom had a way around that." Hermione spoke "We're going to show Umbridge just how much she likes to lie."
"Hermione…" Ron turned to her. "What did they do to you?"
"What she's doing to Harry is wrong." Hermione smiled "So we put it on her."
"You just said we shouldn't draw her attention."
Hermione sat down next to Ron, he was staring in a book of Norse mythology. He let his eyes wander the pages, a smile appeared on Hermione's face. She had never once seen him reading a book this carefully. It was filled with more pictures than she expected, yet Ron seemed to go over them fast. Harry was reading on summoning spells. He had made notes on a few spells that could summon Godly creatures.
"Hermione, did you know that the Norse gods all live together in a castle that calls Asgard." Ron read
"No, Ron." Hermione smiled "I didn't know that."
"Mortals can enter the world if they contain magic." Ron turned the book to her. "There's a spell here. I think it should work."
"I didn't expect you would find it." Hermione stared at it. "Do you think we should do it? It's not like they're expecting us. I…"
"Are you scared they'll react in a bad way?"
"Aren't you?"
What should they do: find a way to summon a ghost (Lily) or go to Asgard (thank you for telling me about this Outofthisworldgal, I didn't even know about it!)? How do you think the gods will react?
