Author's Note: I want to apologize for not updating this is a really long time. High school's been taking up most of my time, as well as working on original stories that a are not on a writing platform. Basically, my time has been occupied by other things and I feel really bad for not giving my reviewers another chapter. I hope that you all can forgive me for my absence.
Hermione woke with a terrible headache. 'What happened?' She thought. "You're awake," a voice boomed. She flinched. The voice was so loud. "I'm sorry." The voice was quieter this time than it had been before. "I realize that you must be in pain. You hit your head pretty hard." Hermione looked up at the person who had been speaking. "W-where am I?" Hermione slowly stood up and looked around. She was in a golden room with several odd looking doors. "Welcome to Asgard. My name is Heimdall. I am the gatekeeper of the nine realms."
Hermione looked at him. "Asgard? The nine realms?" She had heard the name before. "Asgard." It was familiar to her. Professor McGonagall must have mentioned it before in one of her classes. "Yes. You are from Midgard, are you not?" She looked at him. "What's Midgard?" "Earth," Heimdall replied. "Oh. Yes," Hermione said. "I'm Hermione Granger." Heimdall nodded. "You'll have to go to the king and queen. They'll be wanting to see you." Hermione swallowed. "Th-the King and queen?" Heimdall nodded. "Don't worry, Ms. Granger. You are safe here." Heimdall led Hermione into the throne room where the king and queen were sat. "Your majesty," Heimdall said to the king as he bowed. "My queen," he said, bowing again for the queen. Hermione looked at the queen and had to admit that she was quite beautiful.
"Heimdall, who is this?" The king asked. Hermione looked over at the king, who was now looking at her. "This is Hermione Granger. She's a Midgardian," Heimdall said. "Ms. Granger, this is King Odin and Queen Frigga." Hermione curtsied the best she could. She was still in the clothes she had worn during the battle of Hogwarts. "My goodness, child," Frigga spoke. "What happened to you?" Hermione knew that she was taking about the scars and cuts and about all the dirt on her clothes. "I'm a student at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. There's been a terrible war at the school. Hogwarts has won the battle, but many have died." Her eyes saddened. "Including my best friend. It's hard to explain. I went to be alone for awhile and a mirror brought me here."
"A mirror?" Odin asked. "It's called the Mirror of Erised. The mirror began to glow and I was sucked in. When I woke up, I was here. I saw someone in the mirror before I was pulled in. My friend Luna said it was someone named Loki." Frigga's eyes widened and she turned to her husband. Odin sighed. "It sounds like Loki has been practicing magic again," Odin said. "Not very serious magic, though. He can't escape from his cell, dear. You know that," Frigga replied. "Who is he?" Hermione asked in confusion.
"I must return to the gateway," Heimdall said. "Yes, of course," Odin said, dismissing the man. "Loki is our troubled so-" "HE IS NOT MY SON!" Odin yelled. Hermione jumped. "Odin, dear." Frigga tried to calm him, but he ignored her. "I'm going to my study," Odin said, standing up and walking out of the room. Frigga sighed and turned back to Hermione. "I'm sorry for my husband's outburst. He has quite a temper when it comes to Loki." She smiled sweetly at Hermione. "Loki's our adopted son. Recently, he's done some unforgivable things in Midgard that have gotten him locked away in the dungeons."
Hermione didn't say anything. "Come now, dear. Let's get you cleaned up and then you can rest. As it just so happens, we have an available bedroom for guests." Frigga led Hermione to the room. Along the way, Hermione admired the art on the walls. By now, she had realized that the entire castle was gold. "I hope you like it," Frigga said, opening the doors to the room. Hermione walked in, looking around. The room was beautiful. It was nicer than the prefects' room back at Hogwarts; before they were destroyed. "The bathroom is through that door," Frigga said, gesturing to a door on the right. "I will have some of the maids help you settle in."
"Oh, there's really no need to do-" Frigga had already closed the doors, leaving Hermione alone. "-that." Hermione sighed and walked over to the window, looking out. The view was incredible. A few minutes later, four maids walked in. "Hello, Ms. Granger. The queen has assigned us to help you get comfortable here." "We'll start the bath," one of the maids said, walking into the bathroom with another maid. "How hot do you like your bath water?" The second maid asked. "Somewhere in the middle. Not too hot and not too cold." The maid nodded and Hermione heard the water start. The two other maids were almost done making the bed when one of them asked "What is your favorite color?" Hermione thought for a moment. "Blue," she said. The maid walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a beautiful blue dress that went to the ground. "This should fit you perfectly," the maid said sweetly.
The two maids came out of the bathroom. "Your bath is ready, Ms. Granger." "And there's a robe hanging on the other side of the door for you when you're done," the other maid said. "Thank you," Hermione said, a small smile on her face. The two maids moved aside to let Hermione in. "When you take your clothes off, hand them to us and we will have them washed for you." Hermione closed the door behind her and took her clothes off. She opened the door slightly and handed her clothes to one of the maids.
Hermione closed the bathroom door again and looked at the bath. It smelled amazing and there were so many bubbles. She stuck her hand into the water. It was the perfect temperature. She carefully stepped into the bath and lowered herself into the water. It was so relaxing. Hermione sighed as she laid in the tub. She could stay in there forever. Hermione cleansed herself, washing over parts of her body that had been dirtier than others. Her arms were covered in dirt stains, her knees were scraped, and she had scars all over her body.
When she was done, Hermione stepped out of the bath and dried off. She dried her hair and her body before putting the robe on. The robe was very soft and Hermione breathed in the sweet scent. It smelt of roses and honey. Hermione walked into the bedroom and saw a light blue nightgown laid out on the bed. Hermione took off the robe and changed into the nightgown. It was beautiful and she twirled around in it. Hermione grew tired and got into the bed. She covered herself with the blankets and laid her head down on the many pillows. This was amazing. Hermione's eyes began to close and she drifted into a deep sleep, one of the best ones she had had in a very long time.
Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter isn't as long as you wanted, but it's very hard for me to write books that aren't completely original to me. I hope you enjoyed it though. I know that not very much happened and apologize if this chapter was boring. I don't know when the next chapter will be up. It could be months or years before the next chapter is written/uploaded. Thank you for sticking with me and please be patient with me.