A/N: All of this so far, is already on Ao3, I'm currently just transferring what is already written and as such I am able to give multiple chapters very quickly. When they are all up, which will be by the end of today, updates will slow to whenever I've finished a chapter.

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Chapter 9

"So these wizards are attempting to harm both your soulmates?" Volstagg asked Thor and Loki as they crossed the bridge to the gateway of the Bifrost. "Are they suicidal?"

"Apparently so," Thor answered. "Which is why we want you to join us on Midgard for a while. At least until things calm down. Then, should Loki or I need to leave, there are others there that the wizards will know nothing about to keep them safe."

"A sound strategy," Sif nodded. "I look forward to meeting them."

Hermione felt her shoulders tense as she led her human parents out to the courtyard garden nearest to the hall being used for visitation evening. They had not been overjoyed with her being a witch- but other people had no reason to find out about that. A change of species was a lot harder to cover up. When sure they were alone, she finally turned to look at them, drawing in a deep breath.

"So, what is it that you want to tell us?" her mother, Susan, asked.

"Asta and I recently met Nyx during a full moon ritual. Her and her warrior, Kalona. There, they revealed to us that our spirits are the spirits of their twin daughters who had been taken from them not long after birth and thrown into mortal bodies."

"What is this nonsense? Have they been giving you some sort of drug, is that it? Do Vampyres condone the use of hallucinogenic drugs?" Edward snapped.

"Of course not! Something like that could cause me or any other fledgling to reject the change- which means death if you haven't forgotten," Hermione responded, frowning. "I would never take part in something like that. You raised me better."

Susan snorted. "Obviously not well enough. You just have to keep falling deeper into this strangeness. At least as a witch you were still human. And to find out that you are mixing with those Avengers! Do you know the danger those kinds of people bring into the lives of people around them? But of course, you have a death wish. You have since you learnt of magic. Sensibility went out of your head. And to hear that you're being encouraged to believe that you're not our daughter, but the daughter of some fictional goddess!"

"She is not fictional! I've met her! And I never said I wasn't your daughter, just that my spirit was born for the first time as hers! Think of it as reincarnation!"

"There's no such thing, it is scientifically impossible," Edward dismissed.

Hermione gathered a ball of crackling electricity into her hand. "This should be too! And there's also the fact that I can fly if I want to- with the aid of a broom. I can also render people unconscious with a mere word, open doors with a thought! Science can prove none of that possible!"

"A religious fanatic! They have turned you into a religious fanatic! Look around you Hermione, you've been indoctrinated into a cult!" Edward spat out, shouting now. He reached out and grabbed her arm. "That is it, you are coming home. We'll get you into a hospital. Perhaps they can reverse the change. At least make you human again, if nothing else."

Hermione pulled back, startling him, but he did not let her go. "I am not leaving!" she yanked her arm trying to pull away. "Let me go!"

SLAP.

Hermione reeled in shock at the blow, before she stared at her mother. Never before had either of them laid a hand on her. It was unreal.

"You will do as your father says," Susan all but growled out.

Suddenly a large hand clasped down on Edward's shoulder and he was thrown bodily across the courtyard, landing with a heavy thump, just as Susan was tackled by a snarling tiger and pinned to the ground, ready to rip her throat out if she made one more move. Hermione found herself tucked under one arm and looked up to see a very livid Thor glaring at her parents. "If you value your lives, you will leave. Now."

Hermione looked round and saw Loki and four others. All of them seemed to be itching to go for weapons. She turned back to look at the tiger. "Crookshanks," she said. He looked up at her. "Come here. It's ok now."

He slunk towards her, leaving Susan gasping, her eyes filled with terror. She scrambled up and ran over to Edward, helping him up. "Who the hell are you to interrupt our conversation with our daughter?!" Edward snarled at him, before shrinking back at the glare he received.

"If you can treat Hermione like you have, you do not deserve to know," Thor answered.

Mustering up what little courage he could, Edward looked at Hermione. "If we leave now Hermione, you will not hear from us again. And do not expect to be welcome in our home. You will not be able to come crying to us when this all goes wrong!"

"Then go. Better you leave my life than drag me into yours and kill me in the process!"

That left no more room for arguments and the two left. Hermione let out a breath. "Well, I wasn't exactly expecting that," she sighed, rubbing her eyes.

"It does not seem to be a coincidence that on our way in, we saw the Dursley's being escorted out," Loki said. His face was dark, he obviously wanted to hunt down the Dursleys. "Where is Asta, Hermione?"

"Night," Hermione breathed. "This must have been some sort of set up by Dumbledore. The last I saw, she was in the hall with the others, but the Dursley's weren't there then. Morgana will know."

Asta heard the footsteps enter the temple and knew it meant trouble. She stood from where she was knelt, in front of the altar, and turned. Ron stood in the doorway, watching her.

"You really should not be here," she said, going over everything in her head that Loki had taught her so far. She knew it would be needed.

"You have been nothing but trouble since we first met. Couldn't you just do what you were meant to?" He drew his wand and raised it.

"I'd rather not. Besides, you're doing what you're not meant to right now. You've just invited a death sentence onto your head."

"It won't matter. By the time anyone realises I was here, I'll be gone. And you'll be dead. These creatures can bury your ruined corpse. My mum lost her hand to that demon of yours. Now he'll lose you."

Ron shot off a blasting hex and Asta moved. It still connected with her arm and she felt it break and cried out as she threw a ball of energy at the red head. Her aim was, luckily, truer. Ron flew out through the doors and connected with a wall. He dragged himself up, only to scream in pain as Fade's powerful jaws clamped down on his wand arm, and dragged him back to the floor, growling.

"Asta!"

"In here!" She said, dropping to the floor herself, trying to bite back her cry of pain. She wanted to clutch her arm, but knew that would only make the pain worse.

Loki was the first through the door, followed closely by Hermione, then Morgana. Thor and four people she didn't know and several warriors stopped to block her from Ron, who was still being held down by Fade.

Loki knelt down beside her. "What did he do?" He hissed, examining her.

"Broke my arm. He was planning on killing me," she said.

"Have him taken to a room and treated," Morgana ordered to the warriors, pointing at Ron. "He is not to simply bleed out on his own. The wizarding world must be made aware that our threats are not empty. I will want everyone in the main courtyard at sunrise today! But be sure none of the humans here become aware of it."

"Yes, Priestess," Dorian nodded, before grabbing Ron's free arm, hoping that the panther would release the idiot. Fade did, and he lifted the crying, bloody mess in a fire mans' lift. He took three other Warriors with him, just to ensure they would be seen as taking the proper precautions. The last thing he needed at the moment was to piss off gods who had already been enraged.

"Are you alright?" Hermione fussed.

"I've been in worse situations," Asta grinned, then winced as she jolted her arm.

"We need to get you to the infirmary," Morgana said. "Let the healers keep an eye on you. I want you to stay there for the rest of the night and the day, just to be sure."

Asta sighed and nodded. "Alright then," She placed her good hand on the floor to brace herself to stand up when Loki shook his head.

"Don't," he said. "Here, let me."

Gently, he picked her up and she rolled her eyes. "It's my arm that's broken, not my leg."

"You need to rest. You have been through a lot tonight."

"Again, I've been through worse."

"Yes, but now you are going through a change which can kill you if you are subjected to too much stress. You have been through quite enough today. Now relax," with that, he began walking, muttering to himself in another language. Asta shook her head and then leant it against his chest.

In the infirmary, Loki worked with Octavia to help her arm begin to heal and the pain ebbed away to a dull throb. While the bone had been knitted back together, Octavia still insisted on putting her arm in a sling and ordered her not to use it for the next five days.

"Now, you need to rest. You should be able to attend at sunrise, but after that, I want you back here, in this bed. Do you understand?"

"Of course, Octavia," Asta nodded. She looked up at Loki as the Vampyre walked off to tell the others that treatment had been finished and they could come in if they wanted to. "Do you mind staying with me?"

"Of course not, I will stay for however long you wish," he nodded, taking the nearest seat besides the bed, before Hermione rushed in.

"How did your meeting with your parents go?" Asta asked her.

Hermione's face fell and she recounted the whole thing. "I'd be willing to bet Dumbledore was behind them coming in the first place."

"Do you think he could have been behind what they said?"

"No. I think that was all them. They would have gotten on quite well with the Dursley's when it comes to opinions on the abnormal."

"They are lucky they got out with their lives for what they tried," Thor growled. "But how will that boy be dealt with?"

"Traditionally, execution was through beheading. Brutus, as the leader of the Sons of Erebus, will likely carry it out."

Loki was about to say he would like to be the one to do it instead when he felt a hand touch his. Asta had reached out with her good hand to grasp his and he understood. For years the red head had been one of her best friends. When the time came for his execution, Asta wanted Loki with her- not carrying out the deed. Something he would be happy to do. She needed him more than he wanted to carry out revenge personally. The boy would die anyway.

The sun was just poking out over the horizon when Ron was dragged outside and forced to his knees, in the centre of those gathered. Everyone who was in the House of Night were there, as Morgana had ordered. "The last time this Wizard stood in these grounds he heard me swear that should another of his kind trespass in any House of Night or attack any of our kin, they would be dealt with according to the old ways. He did not just trespass on our lands. He did so with the intent of the murder of one of our own!" Morgana addressed the waiting audience. "The Wizarding Ministry currently hold the opinion that this one wizard is not worth a war. They will not interfere with justice. They recognise that his actions, had they been successful, would have sparked a war. It was only last Mabon when Nyx stood amongst us and claimed Asta Emrys and Hermione Granger as her daughters- two born to her and cast into mortal bodies. Ronald Weasley intended to murder a daughter of Nyx. An act that will not go unpunished. Warrior, your blade."

Brutus stepped forward and drew his sword, before approaching Ron and the two Warriors who had him under control. They forced him down further, so his neck was across the block. Asta moved closer to Loki, and noticed Hermione doing the same with Thor. A comforting arm enveloped her. It was hard to reconcile the man that tried to murder her with the boy she had fought a troll with.

Brutus raised his sword and swung it. The thud sounded, followed by a lighter one and Ron's head rolled. Asta's eyes closed as she inhaled and smelt the blood. Her mouth watered and she felt revulsion. Ron had just been executed and she was attracted to the smell of his blood!