Hi! Welcome to the start of the main plot line. As I've said before, this is a Hogwarts Retelling and thus it will somewhat follow the plot of the books and films but not entirely. It will be rare for me to pull out quotes from the book and use them and I really only see myself using it once and that is for the infamous 'Weasley is Our King' song, other than that, I really doubt I'll be pulling quotes from the book. Some of the plot will be followed e.g. things that pertain to the philosopher's stone and blah blah, but it will be written however I want it. Just wanted to let people know that before they yell at me in the comments about how different everything is.
Chapter I
Hermione sat curled up on her bed, head resting against one of her pillows with her nose buried in a book, entitled 'Hogwarts: A History'. Her unruly head of thick, black curls were sprawled across her pillows, her brownish gold eyes sparkling as her they darted across the pages. She bit her lip in excitement before putting the book down and staring up at the ceiling that was charmed to show her various parts of the night sky, regardless of whether it was day or in fact night. Any day now, she was anticipating her Hogwarts letter and she couldn't wait to go to the school and learn all types of magic. Sadly, they wouldn't be teaching her the Dark Arts, unlike Durmstrang, but she could learn all of that at home, to her heart's content. She was broken out of her musings when she heard a soft pop and turned her head towards the creature that'd apparated into her bedroom.
"Kreacher! What is it?" Hermione asked perplexed as to why the house elf was in her bedroom. The clock hadn't even struck four yet and thus he wasn't calling her down for dinner.
"There is post for Young Miss Herminny" Kreacher said before handing the letter to his Master's daughter.
"Thank you Kreacher. Oh, can I also get a pot of tea?" Hermione questioned, Kreacher nodding happily before popping away to fulfil her request. Hermione stared at the white envelope in confusion.
'Miss H. Black
12 Grimmauld Place
Borough of Islington
London'
It was most definitely addressed to her, but she didn't recognise the handwriting. Besides, none of her friends would address her so formally. She turned the letter over and took in the bright red wax seal with a lion, snake, badger and eagle surrounding a cursive H. She let out a large squeal before tearing open the envelope, her eyes swiftly taking in the words of the letter. She ran out of her room, meeting an excited Harry who also had a similar looking letter. They ran up to each other and hugged out of sheer elation and joy before they both ran down the stairs and into the sitting room. The four older wizards turned to them in surprise, watching as Hermione bounced up and down, bubbling with glee as Harry stood with a wide grin.
"We got out Hogwarts letters!" Hermione squealed; Sirius and Regulus looked at their children with joy, Remus smiling with pride. Tom, however, stiffened in his seat, his blood running cold.
"Congratulations" Remus, Regulus and Sirius said, the latter two standing up and hugging their children.
"No" Tom said simply, Hermione turning to him in shock.
"What do you mean no?" Hermione asked, her eyes narrowing into slits.
"You will be attending Beauxbatons, not Hogwarts" Tom elaborated further and Hermione stiffened.
"You cannot be serious! You expect me to attend Beauxbatons by myself? While Harry and everyone else attend Hogwarts? NO! You cannot do that!" Hermione yelled, her blood boiling and her eyes darkened to a vivid brown as they flashed with anger.
"This is not up for discussion Hermione. You will not attend Hogwarts" Tom said, his voice clear and his tone final.
"WHY?" Hermione screeched, Remus turned to look at the walls in shock. The various paintings and knick-knacks were shaking as if an earthquake had struck them.
"Hermione, sweetheart, calm down. I'm sure your grandfather has a valid reason," Regulus said, trying to stop his daughter from throwing a magical temper tantrum. It really didn't help that she'd not only inherited most of his looks, but also the Black anger.
"Dad it's not fair! He knows I've been waiting for my Hogwarts letters for years now! I HATE HIM" Hermione screamed, she turned to her father with a glare before stomping her foot. She let of a shriek of anger, the items on the walls promptly flying off the wall before falling onto the floor. She sent her grandfather one final glare before stomping back up the stairs and slamming her door shut. She picked up one of her pillows, slamming it into one of the posters on her bed until it was mutilated with feathers flying everywhere before throwing herself onto the bed, tears of anger flowing freely down her cheeks. A couple minutes later, Harry entered her room. He sat down on her bed next to her and pet her hair slowly, playing with the long curls. Hermione let out a soft whimper before curling into her cousin.
"Why would he say that?" Hermione whined as she rubbed her eyes.
"Grandpa's just worried that Dumbledore will find out about your parentage. After what happened with Grandma and Aunt Arielle, he's just scared he's going to lose you too. Uncle Reg, Remus and Dad are all trying to calm him down and make him see sense," Harry said with a shrug, Hermione's sobs stifling as she remembered what had happened to her mother and grandmother. Now that her anger had abated, she could see where her grandfather was coming from. But it wasn't fair, no one knew she was Arielle Riddle's daughter, the entire paper trail was destroyed and anyone who knew outside of their friends and family had been obliviated a long time ago. It was highly unlikely that Dumbledore would ever find out unless they were betrayed. But with how close they were to her grandfather's inner circle, it was next to impossible.
"What do you mean they're trying to make him see sense?" Hermione questioned, turning her honey topaz eyes to look at Harry's deep emerald ones.
"They were arguing about how much more dangerous it would be to send you to Beauxbatons. Dumbledore knows that Grandma and Grandma's mum went there along with most of the other witches and wizards from the le Fay bloodline. Besides every single Black in our ancestry has gone to Hogwarts. Considering Dad and Remus live with us, Dumbledore also knows we've grown up together. Plus, after Uncle Reg declared 'neutrality' it would be weird to send you overseas. It would also be entirely too suspicious for you to attend Beauxbatons and Dumbledore will look into that, especially considering the fact that you have already been accepted into Hogwarts. It would draw unnecessary attention to you and Uncle Reg and Dad won't let that happen. Moreover, it's much safer for you to attend Hogwarts; at least over there you'd have me, Draco, Theo, Blaise, Pansy and Daphne to look out for you whereas at Beauxbatons, you'd have no one. Plus, no one would expect any grandchild of Tom Riddle to attend Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's eyes. It makes most sense for you to go to Hogwarts" Harry explained, remembering all the points his dad and uncles had made before he'd left to comfort Hermione. Just as Hermione moved to reply, they heard a knock at her door and both turned their heads to see that their grandfather was standing there. Harry squeezed Hermione's shoulders comfortingly before moving off the bed and walking towards the door.
"I'll leave you two alone," Harry said, smiling encouragingly at Hermione before nodding towards his grandfather. Hermione sat up in bed, crossing her legs as she waited for the older wizard to enter her room.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you" Hermione apologised quietly, turning her head away in shame. She couldn't believe she'd told her grandfather she hated him. She loved him dearly. More than anything. He was always one to push and encourage her to learn everything and anything she could. She'd developed her love for books because of all the nights he'd spent reading books about Astronomy, History or even the Dark Arts to her.
"I'm sorry for trying to keep you from Hogwarts. I know it's been your dream for years. I was just scared of what would happen if Dumbledore found out. You must understand Hermione; you are the only thing I have left of my daughter or my wife. I couldn't bear to lose you too. I took a vow the day they died, that above all else, I'd keep you safe" Tom said firmly, grief filling his voice.
Hermione looked guilty for a second, knowing how much her grandfather still missed his wife and daughter. She could see it in his face every now and then, when she did something reminiscent of either of them. She could see it in his face every time he looked into her eyes and got lost, his face blank as he drifted off into his own memories and remembered how they had looked on different faces. Over the years, both her father and grandfather had allowed her to look at various memories through a pensieve; Tom had wanted her to know and remember her mother and grandmother. Sirius had done the same for Harry.
She remembered the love he used to feel for them, how much he grieved over them at their funeral. He hadn't shown her their death but she'd felt how broken and anguished he'd been. It had made her hate Dumbledore more than she thought possible. He took her mother from her. A mother who she had fallen in love with through memories. A mother who had only known her for nine days but loved her so dearly. A mother she wished she'd grown up with. Dumbledore tore her family apart because he wanted power, because he wanted to be the best, regardless of the consequences it had on others. And she hated him with a burning rage for it.
"Your father and uncles made some very compelling points. It's been decided that you will attend Hogwarts, no matter how much I hate the decision. Because they're right, you'd be safest there. I just urge you Hermione, to be careful. Don't do anything that would show him your true parentage. You're powerful and he'll know that, but he'll chalk that up to your Black ancestry" Tom urged and Hermione nodded, happiness bursting through her. She was going to Hogwarts! She jumped up from her bed and ran up to him, throwing her arms around his waist. He hugged her back, before he felt her stiffen and pull away slightly, her face ridden with guilt and sorrow.
"I'm sorry for saying I hate you. I was angry, but that doesn't excuse it. I shouldn't have said that, especially because it isn't, nor would it ever be true. I now know you were only trying to keep me safe. I am truly sorry" Hermione said, her voice quiet and Tom's eyes softened before he bent and dropped a kiss onto the shorter witch's head.
"I know Hermione. Your temperament doesn't only stem from the Black line, us Riddle's are known for their temper too. We often say things we don't mean in our anger. You're forgiven" Tom said and Hermione smiled brightly at him before hugging him again.
"Are you ready for your trip to Diagon Alley?" Remus asked kindly, looking up from the newspaper as Hermione finished her breakfast. She turned to him and he chuckled as her eyes shone with anticipation; she nodded furiously before she began spouting off about everything she was looking forward to both in terms of shopping and Hogwarts.
"Princess are you ready?" Sirius called as he entered the kitchen, Harry following behind him, dressed in a set of casual blue robes with a camel brown sweater and black trousers. Once again Hermione nodded before turning back to her book, her eyes scanning the pages of 'Hogwarts: A History' one again.
She was distracted by a series of soft pops that signalled the arrival of Tom, Narcissa, Lucius, and Eleanora. Lucius had side along apparated with Draco, while Narcissa brought Theo and Eleanora had Blaise, Tom arriving on his own. The men greeted each other with handshakes while greeting the women with kisses on the cheek. Harry and Blaise let out sly grins towards each other when Sirius greeted Eleanora with a kiss on her cheek, resulting in the mocha skinned Italian witch blushing furiously. Blaise 'accidentally' pushed his mother, causing Sirius to reach out and steady her, which only caused Eleanora's blush to deepen before she righted herself, clearing her throat and sending her son a soft glare. Blaise looked at his mother innocently, dark eyes twinkling in mischief, before discreetly sending Harry a conspiratorial wink causing him to simply grin in response.
"Seph!" Theo and Draco greeted, Blaise throwing his own 'Mione' into the mix, the boys running towards the dark haired girl.
"Hey guys!" Hermione said, rushing forward and hugging Theo, Draco and Blaise. They parted and Hermione watched the boys acknowledge Harry with their 'secret' handshake; a series of elaborate hand gestures that resulted in the boys chest bumping each other. Hermione rolled her eyes, remembering when they had come up with the greeting two years ago. She'd tried to join in, but they had firmly told her it was for 'boys only'. Of course, Hermione had immediately smacked them all for such a sexist notion ad proceeded to berate them, but unlike every single other time, the boys didn't give into her and Hermione had to walk away grumbling to herself in annoyance. She hated not having her way.
"I had no idea you guys were joining us," Harry said, causing the boys to grin in response.
"Alex is out of the country for some business and so Theo's been staying over with us. When we got our Hogwarts letter mum said she'd take us to Diagon Alley. She wrote to Ella and she and Blaise decided to tag along. The girls have already done their shopping so they won't be joining us. Then Theo had the idea of surprising you two by tagging along onto your shopping day" Draco explained, Hermione nodding.
"Pans wrote and asked me to join them. But you know how she and Daph get when they shop" Hermione said, crinkling her nose. She really loved the two girls; they were her two of her best friends after all. But they tended to go overboard when it came to shopping, something Hermione didn't care for. She loved clothes and fashion, but absolutely abhorred spending her time hunting for clothes when she could be curled up in the Black library in her favourite armchair by the fireplace reading.
"Well that just works in our favour! You get to spend the whole day with us, cousin dearest" Theo said, throwing his shoulder around Hermione. Hermione stuck her tongue out at him before joining in his laughter.
"Alright children. Does everyone have their list of what they need?" Lucius asked, Hermione nodding as she pulled out a piece of parchment with a series of bullet points. She cleared her throat and began reading her itinerated agenda of what they'd need and where they should go for it. She'd even added in some time for them to grab lunch.
"Firstly, we need to stop by Gringotts in order to withdraw some money. Next, it'd be best if we went to Madam Malkin's in order to sort out our robes and uniforms. We also need a pointed hat, Dragon Hide gloves and winter cloaks, hats, scarves and gloves. Once that is done, we should make our way to Slug and Jigger's Apothecary for potions ingredients and then make our way to Potage's Cauldron shop for our cauldrons and anything else we'd need for Potions such as a set of Potions knives, apron etc. We should probably have lunch then. After that we'd need to head to Flourish and Blotts to get our books before Scribbulus Writing Instruments for things such as quills, ink and parchment. Finally we should head to Ollivander's for our wands" Hermione said finished and everyone stared at her in mirth.
"You're such a control freak Seph" Draco said teasingly, causing Hermione to blush and slap him lightly on the arm.
"Now, now Draco, be nice, after all Hermione's organisational skills are nothing to scoff at. Darling, that sounds like a wonderful plan" Narcissa said brightly, her blue eyes shining as she took in the interaction between her son and Hermione.
"Thank you Cissy" Hermione said, smiling at the beautiful, older witch.
"Okay. So first things first, we're going to Gringotts. Hermione come here sweetheart. Harry, grab your father's hand. We'll be apparating there," Regulus said, Hermione nodding at her father and taking his hand as Harry did the same with Sirius. Narcissa grabbed Theo, Lucius held Draco and Eleanora grabbed Blaise's hand.
"Are you and Remus not joining us Grandpa?" Harry questioned before they left, the two shaking their heads. Usually, Tom would use a variant of the disillusionment spell that would let people see him but not recognise who he was. It was a very powerful spell that enabled him to walk freely in the Wizarding world without Aurors arriving to attack him.
"No, Remus and I have some things we need to see to. Enjoy your trip" Tom said and Harry nodded before his father followed his brother's action and spun on the spot, the entire lot of them apparating towards Gringotts.
Hermione entered the vast room that was the Black Vault, looking completely at home within the treasure trove of gold, jewels, various priceless paintings and old tomes. She watched her father pull out a small velvet pouch, filling it with galleons, sickles and knuts. Hermione turned and wandered through the vault, finding herself drawn towards the book stacks against one of the walls filled with ancient books and spell tomes. She delicately fingered the spine of one of the books before turning her attention to another. She looked at the volume curiously, her head tilted to the side as she read the title 'The Dark Arts: Most Obscure Charms, Jinxes, Curses and Hexes' by Lunaria Black. It was impossibly old and had to be written in the 1600s. She picked up the book before turning and walking towards her father, who was patiently awaiting her.
"Dad? Why are these books here and not in the Black Library?" Hermione questioned, pointing her father towards the stacks.
"Those are some of the oldest books, completely priceless and one of a kind. Many of them were written very long ago by our ancestors and are extremely delicate. They're irreplaceable and so kept safe here in the vaults," Regulus explained, Hermione nodding as she looked at the book in reverence.
"Can I borrow this? I promise to look after it" Hermione said, Regulus letting out a booming laughter.
"Hermione, sweetheart everything in here belongs to you as much as it belongs to me. You don't need to ask me if you want something from these vaults, just take it. And I know you'll look after it, you've never been able to damage any books. Even in your magical temper tantrums, books always seem to make it out without being harmed" Regulus said affectionately, Hermione blushing as she nodded. Regulus pulled out his wand and waved it at the book, uttering a series of spells. Hermione watched as the title changed to 'The Black Ancestry' before turning to her father.
"We can't have people see you reading about the Dark Arts, at least this way people will think you're just learning about your family. I've also placed some protective charms that will stop the book being damaged" Regulus said, Hermione nodding at him before following him out of the vault. They met up with Sirius and Harry along with the Malfoys, the Zabinis and Theo, all of who had entered their own vaults, while Sirius and Harry went to the Potter vault.
"Alright, next stop Madam Malkin's" Eleanora said as Lucius ushered the group out of Gringotts.
The large cluster of wizards and witches made their way down the streets of Diagon Alley, ignoring the stares and whispers of everyone around them. Finding the shop they were looking for they entered, Madam Malkin immediately walked towards the esteemed group, faffing and fawning all over the children as their parents sat down, sipping on some Elven Wine. After forty-five minutes, Malkin was done with all the boys and Hermione stood on the podium as the seamstress took her measurements. Just as she was done, the door opened and a band of people with bright red hair wandered in, the matriarch at the head of the group. Hermione turned towards them, taking in the hair colour and blue eyes before sneering at them. The Weasleys were one of families that backed Dumbledore; they were probably the closest family to the old man.
"Mum, do we need to be in here? It's full of scum" the youngest boy scowled quietly, taking a look at the ensemble of people already inside. Draco's eyes narrowed as he heard the jibe.
"Look at what the cat dragged, it's the Weasel clan" Draco drawled, Theo, Harry and Blaise turning to look at them while the parents watched the exchange carefully.
"I was wondering why it began to smell like poor" Theo taunted, Blaise and Harry snickering in the background.
"Oh shove off Malfoy" Ron spat, glaring at the group. Hermione's eyes narrowed, but it was Blaise who responded.
"Wow! It can speak English, and here I thought that it would only be able to squeal and hiss as Weasels do. At least we can still count on them being illiterate and uneducated" Blaise sneered and Ron blushed bright red out of anger and embarrassment.
"Don't you dare speak to my child like that, or I'll have you strung up" Molly threatened, glaring at Blaise. Immediately Eleanora stood up, gracefully stepping in front of Blaise. The tall woman looked down her nose at the shorter, stout witch; her bright green eyes were narrowed and her full lips were curled into a sneer.
"Threaten my son like that again, and it'll be the last thing you do" Eleanora said, her stance threatening before she ushered Blaise, Theo, Harry and Draco back to their parents.
"Sirius! It's been years since we've seen you. What are you doing with these lot? You know where their loyalties lie. You should know better than this" Molly said, turning to berate Sirius, who rolled his eyes before scowling at the woman.
"'These lot' as you so eloquently put it, are my family and friends. Surely you know I've been living with my younger brother Regulus and his daughter, my niece, Hermione in my old home. It's where I've chosen to raise Harry. Narcissa and Lucius are also my cousins and since the Notts and Zabinis are close family friends of theirs, we've all had to put aside our differences for the children. Besides, I know exactly where their loyalties lie; they've declared neutrality. And unless I'm mistaken, it was your child who insulted them first" Sirius said calmly, looking pointedly at the woman who went red in anger.
"Come Sirius, Madame Malkin is done with Hermione. We have other shops to visit" Narcissa said, guiding him and the rest of the group out. Hermione walked out with her father, but not before taking one final glance at the sneering face of Ronald Weasley. She rolled her eyes before grabbing her father's hand, following him towards the Apothecary. Once they were done with everything, the last thing left on Hermione's agenda was Ollivander's. The group entered the shop, and Draco was the first one to get his wand; ten inches, made of hawthorn with Rougarou Hair core. Ollivander seemed a little shaken, looking at him wearily before moving to Blaise.
"Ah! Wonderful. Now, Mr. Zabini please step up" Ollivander said and Blaise took Draco's spot, testing out different wands until he got his one; eleven inches, made of dogwood with a core of Manticore Stinger. After Blaise, it was Theo's turn who found his own match in a wand at nine and a half inches, made of aspen and a core of White River Monster Spine. Next it was Hermione, deciding to go before Harry, who was slightly nervous. Hermione tried a bunch of wands, each of them failing. Ollivander got a twinkle in his eye before heading to the very back, selecting a wand and bringing it to her. Hermione tried it and felt a bond with it. It wasn't the strongest, but it would do. She gave it a flick, producing the effect the wandmaker was looking for.
"Ah. I thought so. All of you so far have had unusual cores," Ollivander said, his eyes looking appraisingly at them all. Her wand was black, at ten and a quarter inches made of ebony with a core of thunderbird tail feather. She locked away the wandmaker's statement; she'd research all their wands when she got home.
"Ah! Finally, Mr. Potter. Let's meet your match, shall we?" Ollivander said before presenting a wand towards the short boy. As with each of his friends, most of the common wands did not yield promising results. Suddenly, Ollivander had a thought, a curious glint in his eyes. He wandered back into the rooms before pulling out a box that was dusty. He opened it and presented the wand to Harry. The bond was instantaneous and strong. Ollivander shook his head.
"Ah yes. Eleven exact inches made of English oak with a phoenix feather core. How interesting. For you see, that particular phoenix only gave out two feathers. One that is present in yours, and the other in…" Ollivander said, his voice trailing off. Harry had no doubt the wandmaker was talking about his surrogate grandfather, whose own wand was thirteen and a half inches, made of yew and also had a phoenix feather core. The group left the store, the adults grabbing the children before apparating back to Grimmauld Place.
"Wandlore is absolutely astonishing" Hermione exclaimed, finally pulling her nose out of her book and turning to her friends. As soon as they'd arrived home, Hermione bounded off to the library, pulling out a bunch of books on wandlore before delving into them, eagerly soaking up the knowledge. They were currently in the sitting room; Harry and Theo were in the middle of an Exploding Snap game, Blaise and Draco playing Wizarding Chess while Daphne, Astoria and Pansy were playing a form of Wizarding Top Trumps. The Greengrass's and Parkinsons had arrived half an hour after the group had returned from Diagon Alley. Pansy and Daphne joined the rest in the group in excited chatter about what life would be like at Hogwarts while Astoria sulked; she'd be unable to attend for another year. The adults, as usual were chatting amongst themselves in the same room, slightly away from the children.
"Why's that?" Astoria asked, the little girl peering at the older witch with wide blue eyes, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.
"Each different wood has its own magical advantage and is suited to different personality types, the same with the cores" Hermione said, drawing the attention of the children as well as the adults.
"Draco, your wand, made of hawthorn is particularly suited to healing magic but is also adept at curses, they only ever chose a witch or wizard of proven talent. Your wand core of Rougarou hair is rumoured to have an affinity for the Dark Arts! That's why Ollivander looked at you funny. He must have brushed it off though because not all those with the same wand core turn out to be affiliated with the Dark Arts" Hermione began explaining, Draco grinning at the 'proven talent' comment. Of course he was talented, he was a Malfoy after all.
"Blaise, dogwood wands are known to be quirky and mischievous, have playful natures and insist on masters who match them. Despite this, they are powerful and when placed with a suitable clever and ingenious partner and can produce powerful enchantments. The Manticore Stinger core is also said to be one that is great in producing both adept protection magic but also powerful charms, despite a manticore's skin being a natural repellent to charm work. Theo, the owner of an aspen wand is often said to be an accomplished dueller due to its affinity for martial magic and White River Monster Spine cores produce spells of both force and elegance. Harry, English oak wands are said to only ever chose loyal wizards who show great courage, strength and fidelity. Phoenix Feather cores are exceedingly rare but produce great magic, the wands are notoriously picky and hard to tame" Hermione finished and the boys looked pleased, turning to the wands and looking at them in awe.
"What about mine, Mione? Ten inches, fir and Dragon Heartstring" Pansy stated, and Hermione rifled through the book before finding what she was looking for.
"Fir wands demand their masters to have strength of purpose and staying power, they're suited to transfiguration and are known to favour owners who are focused, strong minded and on occasion posses an intimidating demeanour. That definitely sounds like you Pans" Hermione laughed, Pansy smirking in response, "Dragon Heartstring cores are powerful and spells are easy to learn, they are also the easiest to sway towards the Dark Arts" Hermione finished and Pansy squealed, hugging her wand tightly.
"It sure is perfect for Pans! Do me now! Nine and three quarter inches, mahogany and Griffin Feather core" Daphne said excitedly.
"Mahogany wand symbolise strength, safety, protectiveness and practicality. They are good at producing strong defensive magic, especially powerful when the owner's will to protect is great. Griffin Feather core, another unusual one, produces fierce battle spells and is said to be loyal to the first master it bonds to, rarely ever working for anyone else who tries to use the wand, and most definitely doesn't work if the wand is turned against the owner" Hermione finished, Daphne looking pleased.
"What about yours?" Harry questioned and Hermione grinned.
"Ebony wands are highly suited to all manners of combative magic and have a high affinity for transfiguration, it is happiest in the hands of owners who have the courage to be themselves. The owner of the wand tends to hold fast to their beliefs, no matter the external pressure and will not sway lightly from their own ideals or purpose. Thunderbird Tail Feathers are powerful but difficult to master; their loyalty is not easily won and are greatly suited to tranfigurers, they can sense danger and cast curses on their own" Hermione finished, Draco snorting.
"No wonder that wand chose you, with your ancestry you're destined to be a Mistress of Transfiguration" Draco said, Hermione blushing prettily.
"Ah, I'm glad you're all here" Tom said as he entered the room, followed by Remus.
"Grandpa!" Hermione and Harry cheered, smiling brightly at the man. He greeted the two before turning to his granddaughter and gesturing her to follow him. She did as told and once they were out of the room, he presented a long and slim black box to her.
"Hermione, this is for you" Tom said, placing the box in her hands. She looked at it curiously.
"Is this why you and Remus weren't with us today?" She asked suspiciously, Tom nodding at her.
"It was one of the reasons yes. Open it" Tom urged and Hermione did as asked. She gasped at the contents. It was another wand. She turned to her grandfather, her face scrunched up in confusion.
"You're giving me a wand?" Hermione asked, Tom nodding.
"I already have a wand," She stated, Tom letting out a small smirk.
"You have a registered wand. Besides, this is your birthright. There is a tradition in both the le Fay and Slytherin bloodline. Salazar Slytherin had a wand of fifteen inches, made of snakewood and Basilisk Horn; it had an ability to 'sleep', which basically meant become inactive. It was passed down from generation to generation until it was stolen by one of our ancestors, Islot Sayre. Another one of our ancestors Gormlaith Gaunt hunted her down and put it to sleep. It wilted and was buried in America at the Wizarding school of Ilvermorny. Remus and I travelled over there today and I managed to locate the wand" Tom began and Hermione looked at him in surprise.
"This is the wand that Salazar Slytherin himself used?" Hermione asked in astonishment, Tom chuckling.
"Yes and no. A similar tradition followed in the le Fay bloodline. Morgana had a wand made of Poplar, at fifteen inches with a Phoenix Feather core. Except that core, was very special. The feather came from Morgana's very own animagus. It was an exceptionally strong wand for a powerful Dark Witch. Her wand was also passed down each descendant, skipping one generation; your grandmother was the last one to wield it. Arielle's generation would have been skipped and thus you are the true owner of the wand " Tom said and Hermione listened with interest.
"I don't understand. Does that mean I have three wands?" Hermione questioned and Tom shook his head, he grinned before gesturing her to take the wand and use it. Unlike before, the bond was instantaneous and exceptionally strong. It was almost as if she could feel the magical core of the wand connecting to her own very magic core. She let out a gasp as she felt the power, it radiated off of the wand in droves and she suddenly felt as if she could do anything in the world.
"No, this is the only other wand you're getting. Like I said, Salazar's wand wilted and with the death of your mother, her wand wilted too. Both are unable to be used. However, after a wand dies, it is possible to extract the core and place it in a new wand. This is that wand. It has not one, but two magical cores. The Basilisk Horn and Morgana's Phoenix Feather. The only wand in existence to have two cores. It is encased in Elder Wood at eleven inches and as I said before unregistered. Therefore any magic used will not be traced back to you. It is exceptionally powerful. What can you tell me about Elder Wood from your reading today?" Tom questioned and Hermione remembered her reading before she grew excited.
"The rarest wood of them all and said to be very unlucky, wands made from it are extremely hard to master. The wood is powerful and scorns any partner who is not magically superior to the people around them. Only an unusual person finds themselves matched to this wand wood and if the pairing occurs, the master is said to be marked for a special destiny," Hermione recited and Tom nodded.
"Very good. Use it wisely" Tom said before gesturing her back to her friends.
Okay before you yell at me in the reviews about how Draco's wand core is Unicorn Hair and Hermione's wand is vine with Dragon heartstring and Harry's wand is Holly, I'd just like to point out that J.K. Rowling used those because of how the character appeared in the stories. Unicorn hair is not overly powerful and does not do well with dark arts and hawthorn is said to be for wizards with conflicting feeling which is why it was given to Draco and it's similar for both Harry and Hermione and therefore I had to change their wands to suit their personalities in my story. Harry is courageous, Hermione is powerful, Draco is talented and dark, Daphne is loyal and protective of her friends, Pansy knows who she is and is a strong character, Blaise is quirky and mischievous and Theo is smart and an elegant duelist, powerful in his own right and that is why the wands were changed. I liked the notion of Harry and Tom's wands being brother wands which is why I kept it. Each wand description reflects what my versions of these characters will turn out to be.
The Manticore Stinger and Griffin Feather core were completely made up and belong to me. The rest of the descriptions about the wood and cores all belong to J.K. Rowling and I got the descriptions from the Harry Potter wikia. Wandlore is interesting and I knew when I was going through it, that I just had to include it in my story.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story and don't forget to review
Nelly xo