After another professor's meeting, where Slytherin spouted more vitriol about muggleborns, Hermione had finally had enough and went in search of the Chamber of Secrets. She felt like she was in school again, sneaking around, after hours.
She entered the second floor girl's lavatory, still expecting Moaning Myrtle to float out of a toilet, and approached the sink. Only to find a regular faucet.
"What!" Hermione exclaimed. "Where ist it? I knowest it's here somewhere." She frantically searched the sinks in the vain hope that she had forgotten which one opened the chamber.
When she couldn't find the door, Hermione stormed out if the bathroom in search of Salazar. The animagus stormed down to the dungeon and burst into Slytherin's office. "You!"
Salazar quickly jumped up from his desk and back away from the irate witch. Magic was sparking off her curls, causing her hair to frizz even more.
"Hast thou even created it yet?!" Hermione snarled. Stalking toward the Snake, who was all but cowering in a corner. Which was very out of character for Slytherin.
"Hast I created what yet?" Salazar reached for his wand.
With barely a flick of her wrist, Hermione threw Salazar into the hall. "Where is the Chamber?!"
Slytherin paled. While he hadn't built it yet he was planning to and it was obvious he had succeeded. But, it wasn't in the place this witch remembered. Maybe I should put it in the girl's second floor lavatory. But I have to take care of the mudblood. Can't have her running to Godric with this information.
Hermione's catlike eyes narrowed. "Well?!"
"Thou shalt never findeth the thing thou seekest." Salazar sneered.
The animagus pursed her lips, there was no need to tell him that she knew where it would be. "Perhaps I shall stop thou from creating it."
With that, Hermione spun on her heal and stomped down the corridor.
Snarling Slytherin quickly drew his wand and shouted. "Dirigentes sagittas!"
Hermione quickly dropped to the ground and rolled to the side. Springing to her feet, the animagus through a silent Avis Oppugno at the Snake.
"Enough!" Godric bellowed. "Lord Slytherin, pray tell, what dost thou wisheth to accomplish by attacking Lady Hermione?"
Slytherin sneered. He couldn't tell Godric his plans to build the Chamber of Secrets and put a Basilisk under the school. "She ist a pathetic mudblood, who dost not knoweth her place!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "A pathetic mudblood that just kicked thy ass."
"I shalt killest thou!" Salazar lunged toward the brunette.
"Incarcerous!" Gryffindor shouted, binding his friend. "Thou art no longer welcome on these grounds. Thou shalt packest thy things and leaveth in the morn. If I catcheth thou on thee grounds I shall be forced to kill thou."
Slytherin pursed his lips, how was he supposed to weed out the mudbloods now?!
"Art thou feeling well?" Godric asked Hermione after Salazar had been escorted off the grounds.
Hermione nodded her head. "I'm fine. I wisheth that I could have found it."
"What didst thou wisheth to fine?"
"I dost not think I couldst tell you." Hermione sighed. "I feelest as if ist a fixed point in time. I shouldst not have confronted Slytherin about it."
"Then why didst thou?" Godric asked concerned for the witch.
Hermione shook her head. "I don't knoweth. I became so infuriated."
"Perhaps thou shouldst writest a book with all thou hast learned." Gryffindor smiled.
Hermione tilted her head to the side. "I thinkest I will. I mayest never publish thee book, but I thinkest it wouldst to me some good to write down what I hast learneth."
"Do thou knowest what thou shalt calleth thee book?" Godric tilted his head and slipped his arm about the animagus' shoulders.
"Hmmm." Hermione looked up at the wizard. "I can't call it after myself, perhaps I shall call it 'A List of Spells by Godric Gryffindor'."
"Cheeky witch." Godric smiled and placed a kiss to Hermione's forehead.
The animagus felt a blush creep up her face at the sudden display of affection. She could feel what Godric felt for her and it only amplified her own feelings. She could see herself falling in love with this man. And, strangely, it didn't bring thoughts of fear. She had given up returning to her own time, this was home now.
Hermione was busy writing her book, when Helena burst into her room. "'Mione!"
"Hello, mo beag Raven." Hermione picked Helena up and placed her in her lap. "What bringeth thou to mine quarters today?"
"I wisheth to see thou, Màthair!" Helena grinned up at the elder witch.
The animagus smiled and kissed her hairline. "Rowena hastn't been giving thou trouble, has she?"
"Nu-uh." Helena shook her head.
"That's good." Hermione continued to write on the parchment.
Helena furrowed her brow. "How art thou able to write and speaketh with me."
"I became really good at multitasking during my time at Hogwarts."
"That ist right!" Helena excitedly exclaimed. "Thou art from the future!"
Hermione chuckled and smiled down at the young witch. "I am."
"Sometime I forget that thou art." Helena hung her head.
"It's alright, Raven." Hermione ruffled the girl's hair. "I tryest not to let people know."
"Màthair!" Helena suddenly exclaimed. "I forgotest to tell thou. Lord Gryffindor's younger brother, Govran, is coming today!"
"He is? Art his wife and children coming too?" Hermione cocked her head.
The younger witch shook her head. "No, ist just Lord Gryffindor the younger."
Hermione nodded. "I wouldst very much like to meet him."
"Lord Gryffindor wilt come get thou when his brother cometh." Helena nodded.
Hermione leaned over and kissed her 'daughter's' forehead.
"Hermione, there ist someone I woulst like you to meet." Godric smiled as he entered her office.
"In here, Godric." Hermione shouted from where she was making tea for Helena and herself.
"Hermione, allowest me to introduce mine younger brother Govran." Godric smiled as he approached the animagus.
Hermione approached the younger Gryffindor and extended her hand. "Nice to meet you, Govran."
Govran slowly took the proffered hand and shook it. "Thee pleasure ist mine, Lady McGonagall." He took note of Helena sitting at the table. "Who ist this young lady."
"Helena Ravenclaw, Lord Gryffindor." Helena squeaked as she scrambled to her feet and curtsied.
"Lady Ravenclaw's daughter." Govran pursed his lips. He had heard all about Rowena's exploits. "What bringeth thou under the care of Lady McGonagall?"
Helena glanced nervously at Hermione, who gave her an encouraging nod. "She ist my Màthair."
"Mathair? Ist that not thee Gaelic word for 'mother'?" Govran questioned, slightly confused at the title the young witch gave Hermione.
"It ist. Hitherto, 'Mione ist mine Màthair and Lady Ravenclaw ist mine mother." Helena stated very seriously.
Govran looked embarrassed. Helena had shortened Hermione's name! And she hadn't put an honorific in front of it!
The animagus chuckled, the embarrassment radiating off Godric's younger brother was amusing. "Lord Gryffindor, dost not thy children calleth thou and thine wife by names that thou wouldn't allow others to callest thou?"
"Thou speakest the truth." Gryffindor, the younger, paused. "If it pleaseth thou, pray tell, thou speaketh strangely. Thou King's English ist strange, 'wouldn't', dost thou meaneth 'wouldst not'?"
Hermione grinned. "I doth meanest that." She paused here, wondering if she should tell him.
Godric places a comforting hand on her lower back. "Thou canst tell him, if thou wisheth."
Govran frowned; not at what his brother said, but where he had placed his hand.
"I'm from the future." Hermione simply stated.
Govran's eyes widened. While it was impossible, the way Lady McGonagall held herself and spoke proved she was not from here.
"Thou believest mine màthair?" Helena looked at the younger Gryffindor hopefully.
"I…" Govran seemed at loss for words.
Hermione smiled. "It's alright beag Raven."
Grinning, Helena lifted her hands – indicating she wanted to be picked up. The animagus settled the young witch onto her hip.
If Govran thought he couldn't be more scandalized, he was proved wrong. He and his wife never coddled their children like that.
"Dost it surpriseth thou that Lady Hermione acteth differently from thee woman of our time?" Godric asked, a smile on his face. His hand slipped to Hermione's waist.
Hermione, sensing the tension in the room, quickly asked. "How doth thy wife and children fair?"
Govran's face lit up, he loved his family. "Mine family doth wisheth that I had stayed at home. Hitherto, I desired to see mine elder brother and the Lady he doth court. Lady McGonagall, thou seemeth able to match mine brother wit-for-wit. I dearsay thou shouldst been born ginger."
While Godric looked embarrassed at what his brother said, Hermione and Helena burst into giggles: Hermione because a certain set of Twins and their younger sister came to mind and Helena because Hermione had joked similarly with her.
"What doth thou findeth amusing?" Govran inquired. He thought they were laughing at him.
Godric smiled. He knew what the witches were laughing at. "They art laughing at what thou sayeth."
Gryffindor, the younger, shook his head. He didn't know how to handle the witch from the future. But he was glad to have met the woman his brother was courting. She was good for him. Govran hadn't seen Godric so happy since they were kids.