Hey,
This new chapter was really fun to write, yeti t took a while. I hope you guys will like it.
This chapter is the travel chapter and they will make a decision.
Enjoy,
TempeGeller
Chapter 8: Impossible missions almost never work out, I guess…
Hermione stared at Harry. Another class of defense of the dark arts had left both of them bored. Professor Umbridge had decided that copying a part of their book was a smart idea. Plus, she liked to say something stupid every five minutes. Hermione turned to Ron, who was writing down the ingredients to the summon spell on a small piece of paper. Umbridge didn't notice, because she was keeping her mind to Harry, seeing if Harry Potter made a vital mistake was even smarter. She turned around, had she taken the potion yet? No. She had thought about it, but feared the thing it would do to her. Would she suddenly start reading people's mind? What would she be able to do? If her mom was considered powerful, would she be too? She turned her face away and saw Lavender next to her. The pages of the book were torn and she was drawing small moving images. Even she didn't bother to learn the first year theory that should have been known ages ago. Not anyone dared to say it, for a woman who wore pink, she looked a whole lot like Cruela de Ville.
As time crawled over the clock, Hermione noticed that Ron had figured out how to mountain every ingredient. Why had he grown smarter? And why had she never seen this side of him? Did her smarts overpower Rons? Or did Ron feel that she needed his help right now? Slowly she turned around as the class ended.
"She's mad, I'm telling you." Ron said as he walked next to Hermione. "As I see it, we could fetch all the ingredients from the school grounds. Harry and I could do it, you can head to the library."
"Why Ron?"
"To read on your family." Hermione smiled at him. "I mean you won't want to know that dear sugar uncle that might give you sweets."
"You assume my father…"
"Much more…" Harry smiled "That is if they're so promiscuous as the Greek gods."
"Ron aren't you at least a bit scared that they will attack us?" Hermione turned to Ron. "Aren't you scared that we will be attacked by one of the gods. It could be our dead's, I mean this is not Voldemort. They are powerful."
"Hermione, gods don't walk around with the need to murder."
"They do when you enter their world." Hermione turned to Ron. "They could see us as intruders. You know what people do when you break in their house."
"It's a spell, Hermione." Harry turned to her. "We're supposed to get there, we can't ask my mom. Your grandfather is the only person who knows the answer. We have to do this."
"No, we have to go to class."
Hermione turned away and walked away from them. They were about to have potions. Snape wasn't happier today, he was always miserable. Part of Hermione was sad for him. There was a part that wanted to ask about her mother. The things she knew were things she never knew. She wanted to know. Yet when she was sitting next to Ron in potion class, there was nothing she could ask. She thought about calling on her father. She reached for the potion in her pocket. Would she dare to drink it? Why not? Her mother had given them to her, they wouldn't hurt her. They would give her natural ability back. She stared at Snape. The thoughts about her mother came back. He always spoke with so much love about her. Did he love her?
Hermione slowly turned back to her potion, her attention wasn't with the class as much. Yet the potion seemed to work out just fine. She needed less of her concentration to make a potion work. And as Snape walked passed her, he gave her a small nod. A compliment. More than a Gryffindor had ever received. After the class, Hermione noticed that her mind kept her busy. And after a few seconds she noticed that the class room was empty. Harry turned to Hermione. Ron had almost left the room. Slowly Hermione put the books in her bag.
"Hermione…" Harry whispered as Snape's attention was turned to the trio.
"Can you please leave." Snape had never been so polite. In other situations he would have taken points away.
"I believe it, Professor." Hermione pulled her bag in her arms. "That you didn't kill Leyla."
"What is this about, miss Granger?" Snape's eyes looked different than they ever had.
"I…" Hermione passed. "She's my mother."
"Your mother?" Snape's face changed. Almost like his whole life had changed. Hermione looked so much like Leyla. The shape of the eyes, the shape of her face. Even her talent. The way she made potions was just like Leyla used to do. Part of him was in panic. Leyla's daughter. He sat down. What was she looking for. Was she looking for her mother? He didn't know where she was. After all, he hadn't seen her after that night. Part of him didn't know what happened that night. He knew that she survived that night. And Hermione standing her proved that. She was born after that fatal December. He didn't know what to say to her. Did he have to talk to her about her mother? About how she was. About the way she had gotten herself in this danger. And yet he couldn't. The tears came to his eyes, and the last thing he needed was a student that saw him cry. No, he didn't need that. And before that could happen he left the room.
Hermione stood there. Staring at the professor. There was a real emotion coming to his face. A true real emotions. Nothing like that she had ever seen on Professor Snape's face. Before she could ask something about her mother, he let the room. Had she seen the beginning of tears?
"Oh my Hermione." Ron laughed "You almost made Snape cry."
"I just asked after mom." Hermione stepped away. "So…"
"We need to do this Hermione." Harry whispered. "If you want to find her, this is the way."
"Find the ingredients." Hermione smiled "We will do it, but for once you two are doing the work. Good?"
"Okay." Harry said as he walked of. Hermione stayed all by herself, with the potion in her hands. Would she change if she took it? She slowly pulled the bottle closer to her lips. If something bad happened to her, they would find her. And they would bring save her. She was sure that she needed to take this to get to know her mother more. As she pulled the potion to her lips, she drank it. Nothing special seemed to happen with the first potion. Yet the second one seemed to bring a certain noise to her head. It seemed almost that her hands felt different. And with the last potion, she felt that her hair changed. How did that happen? From her brown hair to ice blond. Just like her mother. As she stared in the mirror, she could see herself as the image of her own mother. Only the eyes were different. Her eyes were still dark brown. They seemed darker now her hair had changed. What did she need to do. Hermione slowly started to run and as she passed next to Malfoy she heard his voice, crystal clear in her head. Yet his lips didn't move. 'There you've got that moodblud. What did she do to her hair? I like it. It makes her look, pretty. Draco stop it!'
He moved away in fear. Hermione turned away, she didn't want to hear people's thoughts. Yet that was the very thing she heard as she faced people. Part of her wanted to turn invisible. Yet it seemed to take too much energy. She started to run and as she ended up in the bathroom. She moved her hands to the water and it started to move up. Hermione pushed herself back. How did this happen? Where did she get this power from? They came from her mother. She needed to know all of the powers she had. If her mother got mad, the whole castle would flood. The snow. Who could help her get to know these powers? There was just one person. Leyviena McGonagall her mother.
As a noise came from behind her, she levitated her hand to it. Time passed and right there she saw it. Luna Lovegood was hanging in the air. Her arms were pushed to the sky. Her hand pointed right at Luna. She could hear her say to get her down, two voices. Her mind and her actual voice. Hermione slowly moved her hand down, causing Luna to drop to the floor.
"That landing needs some work…"
"I used the potion." Hermione spoke "And now I have these powers that I can't control. I don't know what they are. I can control things, I can hear your mind."
"Like professor X." Hermione smiled at Luna. "All power comes with great responsibility."
"I wish I could ask my mom about it, she would know where I went through." Hermione turned to Luna. "She went through it. The same thing I'm going through. Yet I don't know where she is. And if she's alive and we're going to drop next to my grandfather Odin."
"Norse god Odin?" Luna stared at her. "Aren't you worried about Loki? They say he's like evil."
"Well…" Hermione stared down. "I didn't think about that. I was going to ask about my mother. She was saved by him. And I want to know…"
Luna touched her hand. She didn't know what to say anymore. She invited herself to the trip. It seemed smarter that she went with them. She always wanted to see a god and this was her opportunity. After all the thinking about her mother, Hermione had never once thought about the man that was her father. Who had the relationship with her mother? Would he be human? Or was he a god as well? Or was it Sirius Black or even Remus Lupin? Or was Voldemort her father? She didn't want to know. She wanted her mom to tell the story about her father. She wanted her mom to hug her and say that things would be okay. Yet, that wouldn't happen until they found her. Hermione slowly moved from Luna.
She thought about her mother as she pulled her mother's spell book from her bag. Maybe she had hidden tips about her powers in it. On the first page she saw a poem. It wasn't in her hand writing. It was a messy boy hand writing.
As Leyviena smiles, butterfly appear from there.
From everywhere.
As Leyviena smiles, he blue eyes shine.
I wish she was mine.
Leyviena, the most beautiful anger of them all.
I love my life when I'm with her.
Leyviena, the girl with the golden hair.
As beautiful,
As a butterfly appear,
She turns bleu.
She's beautiful.
Oh, I love her so.
There was no name, not any sign to who was writing it. The chance that she knew who wrote it, was big. Yet she had not made a note of who wrote it. Had her father written it? Hermione smiled. What was the thing about the blue butterfly and the connection her mother had with it. Was it because her eyes were blue?
"He is a very good writer." Luna said. "Or it's a beautiful poem."
"My mom was able to control the air in the great hall." Hermione turned around. "She was able to make blue butterflies appear. I will never be able to do this, my mother was so much…"
"I don't know…" Luna touched her back. "You just got your powers. Your mom had them since birth. You need to know what made the butterfly's appear. You need to know how she used her powers."
Hermione slowly pointed her hand to one of the small bottles to the side. She thought about it turning in to a butterfly. Yet nothing happened.
"Don't think about it." Luna pointed to her heart. "Feel it."
Hermione slowly pointed her hands to the bottle. In her mind she tried to remember her mom walking through the halls. The look she had in her eyes and the butterfly's in the garden. She was her mother's daughter. She had to do this thing. And as she opened her eyes the bottle had transferred in a beautiful dark green butterfly. It wasn't blue. That was thing different from her mom. She liked the color green and as the animal moved next to her, she smiled.
"See, it's…." Luna smiled "You got it. You really go it."
"If we need to go to my grandfather…" Hermione turned to her. "We better get ready."
Luna and Hermione were standing in the field. The butterfly's moved around Hermione's body. Harry, Ron and Ginny moved to them. Somewhere along the way, Ginny had gotten involved in the research. Slowly Hermione moved to them. They were carrying all kinds of herbs and started to make a circle. Slowly they put a stone in the middle. It seemed like something that took a lot of time to figure out. Slowly they stood together. They chanted.
As a bright white light appeared, they kept their hands in front of their eyes. It seemed the same thing that Lupin had described. It was very possible that her mom was still alive. And as the light lessened, a door was standing right in front of him.
"They did take the doorway rather serious." Ron smiled "I expected a ladder, a rainbow. A unicorn carrying us off to the sunset."
"Shall we go?"
Hermione stepped through the door, Luna was the second one to walk through the door and followed Hermione pretty close. They slowly moved in the country. There was a large building in front of them. Behind them, they could see a beautiful forest. A large stairs led to it. It seemed like a castle. Something that looked pretty close to Hogwarts.
"It forms to what you want to see…" Ron said. "I heard."
Hermione smiled as she saw the flowers that bend towards her. Almost like they were kneeling to her. Hermione smiled as she touched the flower. Slowly the animals appeared from the plants and moved to Hermione. She had never seen anything as beautiful. She could see hills, waterfalls. Hermione could stay here forever. How could Leyla hate a god that created this beautiful place? There were small children, they ran towards her and moved around her. Hermione stepped on. Had her mother been here? And if she had, Why did she want to leave?
Hermione walked in. After a few minutes a young man appeared in front of him. He had a hammer in his right hand and his left hand was empty. His eyes were crystal blue and he had the same ice blond hair she had now.
"Oh, Hermione." Ron turned to her. "I hadn't noticed the hair. Its suits you."
He stared at Hermione. For a moment she didn't know what to do. Thor was standing in front of her. He was a god and he was family. He was her uncle. Or at least her half uncle. Would he even see her as family. What was he going to do?
"Look who we got here…" Thor smiled "Hermione. Your look like your mother. I remember it as the day of yesterday, your mom is an amazing woman."
"Is?" Hermione turned to her.
"Is as in present tense." Thor smiled "We haven't seen her in a while. She's a force of nature, just like me. Just like dad, she's a half god after all. And so are you."
"So what happened September 19th?" Hermione turned to her. "She was hurt."
"Hermione McGonagall." A voice appeared from the higher stairs. A man appeared on them. He stepped down. He seemed welcoming toward her. He had never met his granddaughter before. He stepped down the stairs in pride.
"I'm proud of you Hermione." Odin was now standing in front of her. "You expected we would be hostel, but we've been waiting for you. You are like your mother, ready to fight. And you want to know if she survived that day."
"Yes." Hermione paused
"She did." Odin smiled "I've granted her a shield. A protective shield. It was Lily asking help, your birth that changed something. It created something."
"She looks like her, doesn't she dad?" Thor smiled "Leyla was my sister, even the little times I saw her. She helped us keep Loki on the right path. She kept people from going evil. And you?"
"What's the secret?" Ron spoke "You know…"
"We won't speak to you, human." Odin pushed him through the door using his powers. "I don't like humans, not the ones that ask me questions that aren't meant to be answered right now. All you need to know is she's alive."
"Where is she?"
"Leyla, I wouldn't know that." Odin smiled "I'm all powerful, but even I have a way around her powers. I know she was alive than. And that she was alive last year. But knowing Leyla, she's close. Hermione, you are her daughter. I'll give you one thing: Leyla would find herself. You are like her, you can find her. About your father, Leyla never talked about him. I don't know. I don't spy on my kids. Not if they don't need my help."
"Who's my father?" Hermione turned to Thor. "Did she ever say?"
Who's Hermione's father? And where is Leyla hanging around? Tell me in a review. Thank you so much for all the reviews! I love them!
