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Chapter 3

Hermione glanced down to her hand. "What is this?" She asked out loud, not even knowing if anyone would answer. Charlie scooted closer, taking her hand in his. "It's beautiful. Unlike anything I had ever seen." Hermione blushed.

"It is a symbol of our bond little one, the gedwey ignasia. "The shining palm" in the Ancient Language. It'll glow whenever you use magic."

Hermione smiled. "I'd like to know more about the Ancient Language. What do you know Hemera?"

"The Ancient Language was once used by all beings in Alagaesia, but it died out. Now it is only used by the elves, dwarves, and few humans who know it. It is similar to the language you use now to send spells, but more powerful. When speaking in the Ancient Language, it is impossible to lie. However, that being said, it is fairly easy to find a loophole or a way to twist the language. There is also a concept with "true names" but that is something we will discuss at a later time. It is a very dangerous topic, one you are not yet ready for."

Hermione pouted, but waited silently for Hemera to continue.

"Are you ready to begin your journey, Astraea?" Hermione nodded, "Yes. I am ready to undergo any task that is set to me."

Hemera sat up, stretching out her wings. They were incredibly large as Hermione looked up at them. She then lowered, waiting for Hermione to climb on. She slowly approached her dragon, before throwing her leg over her. Hermione smiled at Charlie, holding out her hand. He looked up at her, then back down to the ground. "Charlie Weasley, you take my hand right now!" She commanded, holding her hand out still. Charlie shifted where he stood. "Hermione, I don't know. This whole saving the world thing, that's a you, Ron, and Harry kinda thing. I don't think I'd really belong."

Hermione frowned, sat he felt that way. "Charlie," she began, "you're the one I want to share this journey with. You've been with me since the very beginning of this craziness. Besides, Ron and Harry just wouldn't understand. Not like you would. Besides, I think Hemera likes you." She finished with a giggle, staring at Charlie waiting for his answer.

Hemera hummed in agreement, turning her head to look at Charlie. "Come along little one, she is going to need you." Charlie smiled, "I suppose you're right Hemera." "Right about what?" Hermione asked, confused. Charlie simply shook his head, and grasped Hermione's hand. It was like an electric shock ran through her. It was powerful, full of ancient magic. Charlie knew he was doing the right thing by going with Hermione. He climbed up behind her, placing his hands on both sides of her hips.

"Let's go!" Hermione shouted, traces of happiness throughout her voice. Charlie gripped onto her tightly, while Hemera shook her body, preparing to take off. With a growl, she left into the air, effortlessly gliding upwards. Hermione laughed, feeling the cool air whip her bushy curls around her face. Charlie clutched on tighter, nervous for their ride.

"Where are we going Hemera?" Hermione shouted over the winds. "To the secret library, little one. There is much you need to learn." Hermione's eyes opened in excitement. Charlie chuckled, knowing she was probably on cloud nine.

Hermione watched the clouds pass them by, occasionally holding her hand out as if to catch them. After awhile though, her back started to feel a bit stiff, so she leaned back, relaxing. She heard Charlie inhale quickly, feeling her lean into him. He was comfortable. Her eyes began to feel heavy, and she felt herself slipping into a sleep. "Don't let me fall Charlie." She muttered, before closing her eyelids. Charlie gripped her tighter, putting his arms around her small body.
"Sleep tight little one, you'll need it." Hemera hummed.

Hermione felt herself being shaken, but just couldn't get her eyes to open. "Hermione, it's time to get up, we're here." Charlie whispered in her ear. Hemera growled when Hermione made no movement. Charlie laughed, "Hermione, the ancient books are waiting, just think, you're probably going to be the first human in years to read them." At this, her eyes shot open, and she practically jumped up.

Looking around, Hermione drew in a sharp breath. They were on top of a high mountain, somewhere hidden in the world. "It's beautiful here, so peaceful." Hemera hummed in agreement.

"You are the first humans to set foot here in years. I am the first dragon to have been here in a very long time." She paused. "You're father brought us here once. You were young then, but you're eyes were wide and filled with the desire for knowledge."

Hermione nodded. Gathering her courage, she walked toward the giant oak doors. The library itself seemed to be built into the mountain itself. "This was built by dwarves," she said to no one in particular. Hermione turned to see Charlie looking unsure. "You coming?" She asked. He shook his head, "I am neither Rider nor Elf, I don't think I'd be welcome. I'll wait out here with Hemera, you go on." Hermione nodded, but her heart beat began to pick up. She was nervous of going in there alone. Placing her hand on the handle, she pushed the door open. Well, she attempted to anyway. She pushed again, but the door didn't budge. She tried a third time. Frustrated, she turned around to Hemera and Charlie. "I can't get in!" She huffed.

Hemera cocked her head. Taking a step forward, she looked at the inscription above the door. Hermione followed her gaze. "ere' er yassen forya val ier creoso." She crossed her arms over her chest. Charlie looked dumbfounded. "Okay, it's obviously Elvish, but what does it mean?"

Hemera hummed. "It isn't the Ancient Language, so I don't know. A different variation of elvish. Try racking your memories for a clue."

Hermione closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She tried to remember, thinking back harder. Charlie moved to touch her but Hemera's snarl stopped him. He was worried. Hermione was shaking, sweat forming on her brow. Suddenly, her eyes flew open.

"I remember!" She squealed. Hemera hummed in happiness and Charlie let out the breath of worry he was holding in.

Hermione looked up towards the inscription. "Only one with right power are welcome." Charlie shook his head, "Okay, but how is that helping us? We don't know what it means." Hermione stared a moment longer. "It's a riddle." Charlie rolled his eyes. "Well, that's helpful." Hemera snickered in response.

"It's obvious," Hermione stated. "The power refers to be, being a rider. As for the right part, well, my gedwey ignasia is on my right hand. That's a sign of goodness. Some may have their mark on their left hand, which is traditionally a sigh of wickedness. So right power means gewdwey ignasia on right hand." Hermione smirked, knowing she was right.

She walked up to the door, and firmly placed her hand with her mark on it. She closed her eyes, and focused her magic. The door started creaking, then swung open, revealing the most wondrous sight Hermione had ever seen.