A Dream of Truths to Come

Beautiful shards of diamonds floated around her body, glittering from the moonlight in the heavens. They were all pieces of her once perfect pendent that had been draping from her swan-like neck. The necklace was the only thing that kept her mind within the confines of her own head. It was like a barrier, shielding her from the outside world. But now that it had shattered, her thoughts ran freely through the divine, luscious country side, touching, feeling, and knowing all that existed there.

Her white, tank top gown was flowing around her like a river, except it was without sound. It felt loose upon her bodice but held fast, flexing and moving with her like her own, soft skin. Her once brown hair, was now a vibrant blonde. Sparkles adorned her face and body, making her whole self glow from light of the moon. A white diamond was placed on the outer corner of each eye and a single red ruby was stuck to her chest. She looked like a princess, but she knew she was so much more.

Before her laid a mountain of tremendous height with jagged cliffs that could tear through any human flesh. Its peaks rose high into the cloudy abyss of the clear sky but the top was surround in clouds making seeing it an impossibility. The cool night air swam around her and pushed on the small of her back. She could hear a beautiful song drifting upon it, calling her towards the mountain. It swirled around her once more. The alluring voice was ringing in her ears, begging her to follow. It touched her mind, enchanting and then capturing it. The wind rushed away leaving Hermione in a dazed, wild state.

Leaping forward, she took off in a sprint. Her bare feet pounded against the ground, grass coming up between her toes. Her heart beat was racing and soon the sound of her feet melted into it creating one sound. One thrum. One beat. Like a drum pulsating within her head, drawing her ever forward towards her target at a steady space.

She could hear the lovely voice ahead of her and the grass that was being swirled by the wind was close ahead. Soon the voice was ringing in her ears as she caught up with it. Her mind entered her head once again, calming her yet leaving her wanting more.

They raced forward at a dangerous speed towards the mountain. It was getting closer and closer to her now, but all she cared about were the words pounding within her head. The melody that was consuming her body, mind, and spirit. It was being engraved into her soul ever more with every step she took.

"Come to me my darling, my child, my daughter.

Come to me and know of the past.

Come to me and see of the wonders of the universe.

Come to me to view a world unseen.

Come to me and no longer just hear of your calling.

Live it, breathe it, no longer shall you hide."

An even more beautiful voice rang through the air around her, startling her, but not slowing her pace. It was louder then the one that was riding the wind, but almost identical just slightly richer. She soon realized it was her own and smiled dangerously. The ancient tune and enchanting words were now pouring from her lips. It drove her forward faster then before. Power seemed to fill her very spirit strengthening her to the core.

Soon she was far ahead of the singing breeze. Everything around her was a blur. All she could see was the mountain looming before her, drawing ever closer as she ran. All she could hear was her voice singing the verse over and over again, echoing all around her. Soon she could see a great lake in the distance. It's placid top like a mirror reflecting the moon upon it. It was the only thing separating her and her destination. At her speed she knew that within a minute she would reach its shores. She began to sift through her mind for a way around it but knew there was none.

She soon was at the water's side and slowed to a stop. She stared forward across the lake at the jagged cliffs and peaks that were so high up. Pulling within herself she searched her thoughts for something that would bring her across. She dug deeper and deeper into her mind, feeling a power far back in an unknown part of her, not hidden, just never found. She pounded against it's confounds until it shattered like glass into millions of little pieces releasing a force of energy greater then she had ever experienced.

Power erupted through her body and her eyesglowed a dark black.A whirlwind twirled around her making her spin with it. Her once blonce hair was now a mystifying black, as was her dress. The jewels on her eyes were now rubies and the single ruby on her chest now black. An ancient language soon flooded her mind. She knew how to cross.

A loud, enchanting voice flowed from her lips in almost a song. "Miterna sypernum tetrako…" (A/N: Pronounced: Mee-turn-uh si-per-nuhm tay-traw-koe. You'll find out what it all means later)

The wind shot downward below her bare feet lifting her up onto an invisible floor. She stepped forward, her foot above the now rippling water. She stepped again to make sure it was solid and following her every move. She quickened her pace into a steady run, slower then before so the wind could keep up. For some reason, it comforted her, despite it's lack of being palpable, the voice was almost like a mother to her. She was now running across the forbidden waters, leaving them untouched, afraid of what was lurking within them. There was a certain pang of danger within them that kept her weary.

She was soon at the other side and once again on solid ground. Looking up she could see no foot holds to climb on, just a flat vertical surface. Reaching within herself again she grabbed a strand of her power and brought it from her body.

"Viunum-ra…" (Vee-uhn-uhm-raw)

The strand of power shot towards the breeze that had enveloped her and became one with it. Again it went under her feet, except this time pushing her upwards continuously. The air began to whip around her as she built up speed. The mountainside rushed beside her as she flew upwards into the sky. The temperature was decreasing quickly but the mountain was still ice-free.

Soon she could see her own breathe in front of her freeze, but she was not cold. The degrees of her surroundings never affected her body leaving her somewhat like stone. Solid and unfazed. She came to a stop as she reached the top. Before her stood a large gate, rusted and unused looking. It was the gate to Olympia, the place of the gods. She knew the only ones to enter were gods and goddesses, but she didn't go back. For all she knew she could be one. Something inside her told her she was.

Stepping forward towards the gates, she could see an engraving on the lock that held it shut. She reached out and brushed away the gathered rust and read aloud its statement.

"To free us from our prison realm, of where we have been banished

Zeus's hidden son of power, the one he loves is needed

Only she, goddess, enchantress, shall know how to unbind us

To enter this kingdom, with lock still in place, her true name must she speak"

"Hermione Granger," she belted in a deep, sultry voice. It echoed throughout the air and in several moments everything fell silent once more. The ground began to shake and the gates grated together almost screaming in pressure. She could feel something surround her mind, encasing it in a box. It began squeezing inwards, crushing her, making her cry out in pain. Everything was growing dark, and the pain was unbearable.

"Why?"she screamed, trying to understand what was happening to her. "Is that not my name?"

A soft, almost unheard voice replied.

"No..."

Her head erupted in pain and once again found herself in a black abyss of nothingness.

Pain was shooting through her head as she felt herself rise from the earth. Opening her eyes, Hermione saw that she was in a room of some sort and then noticed the light above her head was flashing. She looked up and read the writing on it aloud.

"Unfasten your seatbelt." "What the...oh...a plane." The pressure in her head must have been from ascending so she quickly assumed that they had just begun the flight. Unlike any other plane she had been on, she was alone and there were only a few other seats, all close together in a circle in the center of the room.

Hermione turned her head and looked out of the window's tinted glass. She could see white fluffy clouds below her and a blue sky that stretched as far as the eye could see. She couldn't look long because of the churning feeling that had begun to consume her stomach. Hermione hated flying. As a matter of fact, she hated heights in general. Anything that had to do with being up high frightened her and left her in disarray.

She decided to look around the plane instead to her mind from the outside. To the front of the room was a single door, where she assumed the pilot and stewardess were currently at. The walls were all painted a dark green, while the carpet was a pitch black. The upholstery that was on the chairs where she sat were also a black except with silver pinstripes on the arm rests.

To the right of her was a bar with white marble counters. There were hundreds of glasses held in the wall above it, and a large fridge that stretched the entire length of the bar below it. Engraved in the marble counters was the name Erasmus.

To her left was a deep crimson red couch that was pressed against the wall. It looked about nine feet long and came out towards her about three. Black pillows were placed randomly upon it making it look somewhat homey. Above it was a sign and a red button. The sign read, 'To extend' which made Hermione think that it could fold out into a bed.

Pushed in between the back and left wall was a gorgeous bed. It's black and deep crimson sheets flowed over its surface and down towards the floor. The edges of them were tasseled and the tips of each one were grazing the floor. Four dark green pillows adorned the top of the bed, while a small black quilt lay folded at the bottom. Above the bed were floating candles that smelled heavily of roses. Hermione could see handcuffs sticking out from beneath a pillow tainting the bed's romantic setting.

To the back of the plane was a small hall that led to a single door that read, 'Bathroom'. Hermione could see to halls going opposite ways connected to that one, and guessed that it was where all the food was kept and where the stewardess prepared the food.

All of the sudden a thought hit her. "What the hell am I doing on a plane!"

Hermione quickly unbuckled her seat belt and rose from her chair. She walked to the front of the plane and banged on the door to the pilot's room. Inside she could hear some frightened muttering and quick shuffling. After a second or two longer the door opened and a woman stepped out.

She was a half a foot taller then Hermione's 5'4" nearly towering over her. Her face was tight and stiff, almost emotionless except for the slight frown and tiny pursed lips that reminded her so much of McGonagall. Her chocolate brown hair was up in a tight bun high on the back of her head and she was dressed in a brown suit that covered most of her body. There were no wrinkles on her face, but she still looked as if she had seen her fair share of years.

"Shall we." It was more of a demand then a question that came out of the woman's mouth. Her voice was crackly and harsh causing Hermione to flinch inside and obey quickly. The woman walked over to the couch and sat down, patting the seat beside her but still a good two feet away. Hermione walked over and sat down stiffly, nervous and upset at the same time.

The woman pulled a wand out of her pocket and tapped the couch twice. The once red cushiony fabric transformed into a mahogany compartment. She then lifted the panel revealing a large, white binder. After taking it out and returning the couch to its original state, she began to quickly flip through the binder until she got to a section labeled 'Granger'. She looked up at Hermione, crossed her legs and folded her hands over the open pages. She looked like a true business woman set out to do her job and nothing else.

"I'm assuming you know why you're here already." She said dryly.

Hermione shook her head, wondering if she was forgetting something important.

The woman then sighed in a frustrated, 'What have I lowered myself to?' tone. She looked down at the papers in front of her and drew her long bony fingers across the page mumbling words under her breath. Hermione guessed she was reading and was getting somewhat frustrated with the woman's prissy, know-it-all, I'm-to-good-for-this attitude.

"It says here your friend Miss…" she glanced down momentarily towards her notes"…Renan, a muggle, has already informed you of your parents?"

"My parents? What is she talking….Oh!" It was all coming back to her. That morning, the discussion, the fire, and the fainting. She couldn't remember how she got here, but she was certainly going to ask.

"I remember now. Sorry, I kind of just spaced. But I do have question. How…."

"Save all of your questions until the end of my statement." The woman said, cutting her off rudely. Hermione had only known her for no more then 3 minutes and already had begun to dislike her.

Not really caring what the woman had to say, she complained, "I just had the weirdest dream and now I have this killer headache. You got any aspirin?" The lady glared at her pursing her lips once again, obviously ticked off at Hermione for ignoring her orders.

"Selena says aspirin is for the weak and that dreams are really foreshadows of truths to come. May I continue or are you going to just interrupt me to complain again?" Hermione sat back, crossing her legs and rolling her eyes. She had once been one hell of a goodie two shoes but now-a-days headstrong, overbearing people just pissed her off.

"Who's Selena?" The woman's face tightened and she glared daggers at the unfazed Hermione.

"Selena is your mother, may I go on?" She said with anger very obvious in her voice.

"You mean the mother that abandoned me when I was a baby because she couldn't keep her own flesh and blood from harm?" There was a certain bite to her voice. "The mother who just decides to pop up out of no where just when everything is going good in my life?"

"Yes," the woman stated emotionlessly enjoying Hermione's apparent pain and anger. "Now to begin," she started; taking advantage of the disarray that Hermione was currently in, "My name is Ms. Evette Dorando. You may call me Ms. Dorando, Evette, Ma'am, Ms. or Madame. Anything else will not be tolerated and will be ignored. I am your estate organizer and handle anything and everything that your parents, and now you, do. Don't try to underestimate my profession either because I handle the bank account in your family and believe me that is no easy task."

"First off, your mother's name is Selena Marie Erasmus(A/N: Air-us-mus). She is married to your father, Donald William Erasmus. They are a rich pureblooded wizard family and their main estate is in England. Right now we are headed towards one of Hawaii's beautiful islands, Molokai. We shall be staying in the West Molokai Resort in beautiful homey cabins that each has their own 1 square mile yards surrounding them. During your stay you will be rooming with your family's closest friend."

"When we land, an Auror shall escort you to your car, and drive you to your cabin. When you get there, we shall give you the rest of the evening and tomorrow to settle in and view the island. Selena has requested you spend time with their friend and says that he is a very sweet boy. That night, a limo shall pick both of you up at eight in the evening and drive you to dinner where you shall meet your parents. I'll explain to you the rest of the trip then. Any questions?"

Hermione sat there somewhat stunned. She had never had a vacation so planned as this one seemed to be. Then again, she had never had the money to go on such a spendy one. Then there was the ordeal of meeting her parents. She knew deep down inside she wanted to meet them, but until that part was revealed, all the emotions that were left boiling on the surface would have to cool down. She didn't know what would happen when all her bottled up emotions came rushing out of her. Last time she had scared and burned her very best friend when they had gone haywire. She tried to imagine such an event with someone she didn't know and who was part of the wizarding world also. There would be no real excuse. Hermione didn't really like the thought of it. But she quickly decided she would figure it out when the time came.

Her mind then began to wander to the mystery family friend that Ms. Bitchy Little Know-it-all had been talking about. It was a man too. Maybe she knew him, though she highly doubted it. She didn't really have many friends in the rich, pureblood groups.

"Well, I guess how did I get here on the plane?" Hermione asked trying to get herself back to the conversation at hand.

"Your friend Miss Renan packed your bags and brought you here. You've been out, she said for an hour or two." She replied sounding slightly bored.

"How long until we arrive?" was the next question she asked.

"In about seven hours. The flight just began when you came to. My assistant and I shall leave immediately after our conversation though. You shall be alone with the family friend to give you two some chat time. Selena suggested it."

A look of question flashed over Hermione's eyes and before she could ask, Evette answered, "The plain is flown by magic. There are no pilots. Is that all?"

Hermione could tell that she wanted to leave desperately but she still had one more question that needed to be answered. "Where is the family friend? Am I meeting him there?" Ok, so maybe it was two questions.

Evette rolled her eyes impatiently and stood walking over towards the cockpit. Without even looking back she replied, "He's on the plane with you. Not sure where right now though. Would you like him to come here so you two can meet?"

Hermione nodded hesitantly. Evette then proceeded to reach forward and grab a small microphone from the wall. Flipping a switch she quickly said into it, "Hey dragon boy, get your ass out here right now and meet Selena's daughter." Her voice echoed throughout the plane startling Hermione at first.

There was some commotion down the hall near the bathroom then a strong, deep voice yelled out, "I was sleeping woman! Let me get decent and I'll be out in second."

"Good enough for you?" Evette said agitated.

"Yup. Thanks," Hermione said with a fake smile set on her face. "You can leave now."

Evette glared daggers at her once more. If looks could kill, Hermione would be dead much to pleasure of Ms. Dorando. With a swish of her wand and single pop, she was gone. Soon another pop was heard from the cockpit where Evette's assistant must have been.

Hermione felt chills run up and down her spine. The man's voice she heard for some reason had set her on fire. His deep, sexy voice making shivers shoot throughout her small frame. She went over and sat down on the couch once again, waiting for him to enter the room.

A minute or two later she heard footfalls along the hall. She looked up to see him and her eyes locked with two very familiar grey ones. They began to change instantly to a deep blue and a smile crept across his face.

A soft whisper escaped her lips, unnoticed by the handsome man standing in front of her.

"Malfoy?"

A/N: Thanks for the reviews people! Keep them coming!