So…I kind of wrote the ending to this whole fic already, well it's more like an outline but, you know, well you don't but—you'll see in a few chapters. This story is ending, I'd say there are at least 4 or 5 chapters left until that happens.
Until then, don't worry about it, and enjoy the ride.
Fighting Monsters
Chapter Twelve: Change
"Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like."
—Lao Tzu
"I understand your concern—" A light, yet stern, voice commanded the small room.
Only to be interrupted by a man's shouting. "You obviously don't! I can't believe you're letting her attend school after everything that has happened! Expel her, make her accountable headmistress!"
McGonagall slammed her fists down on her desk, startling the man. "I appreciate the concern for your child, Mr. Brown, but I will not allow you to threaten one of my brightest students." She stood taller, straightening her shirt for a moment. "Now, as you know Miss Granger is related to the dark one, but she has also destroyed him thus ending the war."
"She is no threat, if anything she should be thanked for her bravery and sacrifice." She hissed.
The old man grunted. "I don't trust her; my daughter saw her marching in with the dark lord's army with her own eyes; get rid of her—"
"Hermione isn't going anywhere, she is a war hero and will be treated as such," McGonagall all but growled, catching the paintings draw closer to the drama in the corner of her eyes. "Either you let your daughter Lavender complete her last year here or you take her and find another school on such short notice."
Mr. Brown narrowed his eyes at her, calling her bluff, only to groan when she didn't let up. "…fine,"
McGonagall let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"But, if she causes any trouble on our end I want justice served," He declared, turning on his heel to leave. "…I want her gone." He hissed.
The new headmistress of Hogwarts plopped down into her chair heavily. She ran a hand over her face, exhausted. This was the third parent, this morning, who had come to speak about wanting Hermione to leave. If the girl hadn't defeated her uncle, then she was sure Hermione wouldn't have been allowed to return.
But it would only be one more year and then she wouldn't have to worry about it any longer. Hermione just had to stay out of trouble and keep the attention away from herself.
"This girl is going to be the death of me," She mumbled, sitting up straight to get started on some real work.
"Great game Black," A teasing voice called out from behind her in the girl's locker room. "You gave those Hufflepuff's a run for their money out there,"
Bellatrix gave a nod in the girl's direction before she emptied out her locker. "All in a day's work," She grinned sharply, causing her teammate to flush darkly.
"…the girls and I are going to have a party in our dorm," Chloe, one of the chasers on the team, shifted nervously as she watched the older witch grab her wand to prepare to leave; still dressed in her uniform. "D-do…will we see you there? This is the first time in a while that our house has been undefeated," She said shyly, brushing a brown strand behind her ear.
Bellatrix shook her head, barely looking at the other teen as she grabbed her belongings. "I'm busy." She said brusquely, slamming her locker shut with a sigh. "I'll see you lot later,"
"And where are you going?" Another girl with blonde hair, their seeker she noticed, called out teasingly.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes, turning her back to them as she exited the room with a wave. "I have a prior engagement,"
"…like what?" Chloe huffed, leaning her face into her palm, from where she sat on the bench.
"Like Granger—" Someone snorted, followed with a roar of laughter and giggles from the team.
A red-faced Chloe gaped before growling. "They aren't a thing—"
"Are you blind?" The same blonde seeker by the name of Emma raised an eyebrow, amused. "Everyone saw the way they were arguing on the battle field—or, how do you say, having some lovers spat. And ever since the break, they have been hanging out more than usual," She leaned in as her team drew closer to listen. "…Granger isn't even into quidditch, let alone parties, yet we see her at every match and catch her at all our victory celebrations,"
The blond-haired teen crossed her arms, shrugging. "And fifteen minutes later, Granger and Black go missing from the party; coincidence? I think not,"
"Whatever, you're mental, Black has always hated Granger," Chloe shrugged it off.
"There is a thin line between love and hate, and those two having been toeing over it for years," Emma snorted as she turned her back on an aggravated Chloe. "…if you can't see that, then you really must be blind."
Chloe growled. "What does she even see in Granger?"
"Are you daft?" Emma scoffed, outraged. "She just bloody well saved the whole wizarding world from a war, by defeating her uncle none the less! If I was attracted to the opposite sex I wouldn't mind having Granger berate me from time to time," She teased.
Chloe shivered. "Please, Granger has always been a know it all…and a muggle—"
"She isn't a muggle born though, she's a half blood apparently," A beater quipped. "It's probably why Bellatrix finally decided to make a move; there is no way they'd be together if Granger was truly a muggle born."
The keeper, a brunette named Sarah, frowned. "I'm not so sure, Bellatrix always had a strange relationship with Granger. Maybe her realizing Granger was a half blood just gave her more confidence or something?" She offered.
Emma shrugged. "…I guess—"
"—wait," Chloe huffed. "How can we be so sure Granger is good? My cousin was there for the battle and she said Granger had so much dark magic surrounding her. Can we even trust her?" She didn't expect the locker room to burst into laughter at the accusation.
Emma held her stomach, laughing. "A-are you serious? Granger, one of the golden trio, the bookworm, know it all, the one who followed Potter around like a puppy…y-you think she could be capable of betraying us all?" She got out through her giggling.
Chloe felt her face burn red, stomping her foot. "Well, she defeated her own uncle so maybe! Granger is more powerful than you all think and you're all idiots to underestimate her." She hissed angrily.
"Chlo, we're not saying Granger isn't dangerous or powerful; hell, I've been knocked down by a few of her spells throughout the years," The beater held her hands up. "We're just saying that she would never betray her friends or the school for that matter. You can trust her, I know a few people haven't felt safe with her return but it's fine,"
Chloe shook her head. "I'm not afraid…and why are you defending her Amber?"
Amber shrugged, grinning. "Granger has helped me out in the past with a few essays, so I owe her. Hell, the whole school owes her," She muttered, turning around to gather her things. "Come on," She said once she was ready to leave. "Let's get something to eat, I'm starving!"
Chloe followed, the black-haired witch still on her mind.
First Week when the School Reopened
Hogwarts, Great Hall
Bellatrix snorted, earning a look from the two teens beside her. "Weasley won't be a problem, trust me, I'll take her down,"
"I trust you, but, she has become unpredictable on the field," Amelia, their keeper, said from her left. "…we can plan something in the locker room before practice, something that will knock her off her broom," She said with a devious grin.
Chloe nodded brightly, nudging the black-haired witch softly. "If anyone can do it, it's you," She said softly as they entered the great hall for lunch.
"I suppose so," Bellatrix smirked, looking around the hall towards the Gryffindor table.
Black eyes brightened up when they caught sight of a certain brown-haired bookworm sitting alone with a book propped open in front of her. She didn't seem to notice the eyes on her as she continued reading, leaving her food forgotten. Bellatrix took in her concentrated eyes, to the way her brow furrowed at something interesting, and the way she bit her lip as a thought came to her.
"…I'll see you two at practice," Bellatrix said before she headed over to the other girl who captured her attention.
Chloe reached out, huffing when she was met with air. "W-what? She's not sitting with us, since when?"
"Since when indeed…" Amelia mumbled to herself, watching the dark-haired witch sit down beside Granger of all people.
Hermione looked up, amused, as a familiar presence sat to her right. "Do my eyes deceive me, or is Bellatrix Black actually sitting at the Gryffindor table? Hell must be freezing over," She teased, abandoning the book to take in the other witch with soft eyes.
She resisted the urge to brush away a stray black lock.
"Let's just say I've had a change of heart," Bellatrix whispered, flushing, as she discreetly brushed her hand up against Hermione's.
"…and what will your teammates think about this—" Hermione bit her lower lip. "—this change of heart?" She raised a brow.
Bellatrix snorted. "I couldn't give a rats' arse about what they think,"
"Of course not," Hermione laughed softly.
Bellatrix finally glanced down at the book she was reading. "How very muggle—The Afterlife," She mumbled, reading the title of the book aloud.
"It's not terribly muggle," Hermione frowned. "Witches and wizards also have books going into detail about what happens once life leaves the human body—"
Bellatrix nodded. "Ah, yes, but we already have a higher understanding about what goes on once you reach that point. How will this help you with the dreams you've been having?"
"Well, I don't have any other leads on what's going on—and I can't get into contact with the person in my dreams because someone won't let me," Hermione muttered the last part.
The dark-haired witch snorted. "All for good reason…I just got you back to yourself, I don't need you being temped by the darkness that's being presented to you in this dream."
"I know," Hermione sighed, closing the book sullenly. "…but, never the less, I'll skim the final chapters tonight just in case there is something in here to help me." She stood from the table, pushing the book into her school back with ease. "Want to get out of here? Could do without the questioning eyes on us,"
The bookworm subtly nodded her head towards the rest of the great hall. Despite providing Bellatrix with her full attention, she couldn't shake the feeling of the dozens of stares from their classmates and even professors. If she tuned in just enough, she could hear the gist of what they were saying.
Since when are they so close?
Didn't you hear? I think they're together, Bellatrix made a huge scene at the battlefield.
I'm not too surprised. They've always been at each other's throats, something had to give.
How could Bellatrix be with someone like her? Last I checked, she was on the other side of the war.
What, no way? Hermione is brilliant, and she's a bloody war hero! If anything, she's out of Bellatrix's lead.
But Bellatrix was part of the trio too! They're both amazing.
I think they're too dangerous together is you ask me.
The two brightest witches of our age, together, I'd hate to get on their bad side.
Especially Granger…she's a monster—
"…" Bellatrix glanced over at a few gossiping Slytherins before shrugging, with a grin. "Ignore them, they're just jealous they can't be with the most brilliant witch at this school,"
Hermione flushed, bumping shoulders with the witch as they walked towards the door. "Likewise," She whispered teasingly, admiring the slight redness on Bellatrix's cheeks. "But honestly, what time do you finish practice? We need to go over the other possibilities,"
She knew this dream meant something, it had to. And this time around she wanted to be on top of the situation before it overwhelmed her.
"Around five thirty I should be finished," Bellatrix said. "…try not to think about it too much, it could mean nothing,"
And it could mean something disastrous.
Hermione nodded with a thin smile, doubtful. "Of course,"
"Miss Granger, first we would like to thank you for attending this meeting, your input will help benefit us and help us finally close this case." Edward Stark, the president of the ministry of magic, said from his chair in the court room.
The president, only one of many within the department of magic, had short slicked black hair. A thick beard covered his face but didn't give away from his bright green observant eyes. He had to be in his late sixties, she noted from where she sat before him; and a few other members who were only observing were there as well. One woman sat beside him, on a lower desk, typing every word being uttered.
Hermione cleared her throat, feeling the burn of their eyes on her every move. "It's a pleasure, sir."
They had already called Harry and Ron to give their testimonies, as well as her father, and even Bellatrix months ago. The dark-haired witch, when she asked about it, only snorted and said something about it being a dreadfully boring process; for her not to worry about it. But the bookworm did worry.
Why was she the last to be called? Did they have any beliefs about their story not being true, did they not trust her? Would they hold her in Azkaban for her crimes committed while on her uncle's side? And the loudest question yet…why wasn't her father facing any sentence? Not that she wasn't thrilled for him to have been cleared from any blame but, he used an unforgivable curse.
Why wasn't he being reprimanded?
"Let's try to make this short and concise, I know you have classes to attend," The president said softly, gaining a thankful nod from her as she cleared her thoughts.
"Now…I've heard the tale of your heroism from four different perspectives, Miss Granger." Mr. Stark began, looking down at a piece of paper before him. "The first being Harry Potter himself as he discusses how you made him wipe your memory for you to gain the dark lords trust by encouraging the pull of dark magic. You even went as far as to give Mr. Potter the real horcrux and presenting a fake to your uncle, is this correct?" He asked, not looking up from what had to be Harry's testimony.
Hermione nodded, making a note to thank Harry for telling every detail; she needed the president to understand that she'd never betray her friends. "Correct."
There was a silence as Mr. Stark nodded before jotting something down quickly.
"Second one came from Ron Weasley who claimed the same as Mr. Potter," He began once more. "…he even went back to the years he spent with you at Hogwarts—" This caused Hermione to lift her head, intrigued. "—going into detail about how it was your idea to come together a group of students in the room of requirement where you and Mr. Potter taught them valuable skills for battle that you weren't learning in classes. Also mentioning the countless times your, and I quote, obnoxiously brilliant mind has helped Mr. Potter solve pieces of the puzzle about your uncle over the years."
Mr. Stark looked up. "Correct?"
"…yes." Hermione said, swallowing back the tears.
She had only received one letter from Ron, which was a few weeks ago, and she hasn't spoken to him since. Maybe when they were on better terms she'd thank him properly.
"Your father told me about the plan you two made without telling anyone else. How you would get close enough to your uncle and how your father would do the rest of the work," Mr. Stark said. "He went into detail about how you risked your friendships by keeping this secret from them, correct?"
Hermione smiled softly. "Correct."
"Lastly, a Bellatrix Black didn't have much to say," Mr. Stark said, gaining a frown from Hermione. "Just said you will do anything to help those around you even if you must lie to loved ones, keep secrets from them, or give up your own happiness. Quoting Miss Black, she says Hermione is too stubborn for her own good. If there's a way to save the ones around her, that includes risking her own safety, she'll do it in a heartbeat. Correct?"
Hermione snorted, blushing when the woman on the typewriter looked up. "…yes, that's true."
"Okay then, I think we have everything we need," Mr. Stark sighed, removing his glasses to place them on his desk. "Thank you for your time and—"
Hermione held up her hand, confused. "—wait, that's all? You're just going to trust me like that and not go further into it?"
Mr. Stark dropped his chin into his hands. "Miss Granger, believe it or not, you're a war hero. I know you don't think so, but you are and the sacrifice you made was tremendous. You've already been through enough, and at such a young age, we don't want to add on to your burden."
"I trust you, and I believe you will continue to do extraordinary things for the wizarding as well as muggle world. The ministry could use more witches like you, so give them my name if you ever want to pursue a career here," He smiled softly. "And that means a lot coming from me…although." He paused, thinking. "I am curious, I asked your father and he said no but…after being within the point of no return have you been having any side effects we should worry about?"
Hermione watched him curiously. "What kind of side effects?" She mumbled, taking in his every move.
Could she trust him, honestly?
He shrugged. "I don't know…strange visions, voices in your head, dreams maybe?" His green eyes tore into her whole being and she didn't like it.
I called for you…
"No," Hermione denied, even as the dream played through her mind once more.
Mr. Stark nodded. "And you're adjusting to your classes well, students being respectful?"
"Of course," She mumbled. "Everything is fine."
The president closed the binder before him, grinning. "Great, then we can finally close this chapter in our lives," He stood up from his chair. "This case is closed, have a great rest of the evening Miss Granger,"
Hermione nodded politely before stepping away from the bench and scrambling towards the door. The sound of the woman on the typewriter kept echoing through her mind; it was worse than the silence. Worse than the eyes that followed her on her way out the door.
It wasn't until she knocked into two familiar arms, did she relax. "Hey, careful where you're going," Her father said softly, brushing the hair out of her face with one free hand. "How'd it go in there?"
Her father didn't want her to be alone after the trial and even though he wasn't allowed in, just knowing he was there calmed her.
"Fine, everything is truly over now," Hermione said with a thin smile.
Wendell grinned, wrapping an arm around her as they headed for the elevators. "About time,"
She had contemplated telling her father about the dreams she'd been having but didn't want to ruin his peace. Things had finally calmed down and she didn't want him to worry; especially if it turned out to be some stupid reoccurring dream that didn't lead anywhere.
"Yeah," Hermione mumbled, gripping onto the hooks as the elevator jumped forward.
The nauseous feeling in her stomach was comforting compared to the dread washing over her as the lies began to build.
Second Week Back at School
Hogwarts, Gryffindor Prefect Dorm
"I called for you," Hermione jumped, turning around to face the misconfigured body speaking.
The bookworm took a solid step backwards when the figure tried to reach out for her. "What are you?" She demanded, a spell on the tip of her tongue.
Just like every time she saw the figure, he stepped closer; hand stretched out. "Come closer…"
Hermione growled. "Not until you tell me who you are and what you want."
"…come…closer…Hermione," The figure chanted. "…Hermione—"
A hand on her chest woke her from her nightmare. "—Hermione!" Soft brown eyes met with piercing black as Bellatrix let out a sigh. "…same dream?" She asked softly, moving to sit crossed legged beside her girlfriend.
Hermione nodded in between gasps, sweat trickling down the sides of her face as she sat up. Her heart was racing wildly and the only thing that calmed her down was the hand on her back; soothing her to slow her breathing down.
The first night, right before classes began, she woke up from her dream with Bellatrix for the first time. She was worried at first, not wanting the witch to see her so vulnerable. But Bellatrix didn't push her for answers or move away from her in shock. She just stroked her back and guided her back to sleep. She didn't gain the strength to bring it up until a few days later.
The witch didn't rush her either. She trusted Hermione to tell her when the time was right.
"…sorry for waking you," Hermione whispered, looking at her clock only to wince. "At three in the morning," She sighed, dropping her forehead on Bellatrix's bare shoulder.
Bellatrix kissed Hermione's head before brushing away thick locks. "It's fine, I don't have class until later in the evening. McGonagall tried to make me fill it with a class, but I told her to bug off," She smiled when Hermione snickered. "…just kidding, I told her I needed a break after the war and she bought it."
Hermione allowed Bellatrix to push her back into the sheets. "You're so mischievous, I love it," She admitted in her sleepy daze; reaching out to skim over Bellatrix's flat stomach under the loose shirt.
She was always touchier when she was tired.
"I knew you did," Bellatrix winked, pressing her front against Hermione's left arm. "Now, shut up and go back to sleep, I'm exhausted,"
Hermione hummed tiredly, sinking into the warmth the other witch provided. "Mhm,"
They'd talk about it when the sun came up.
Hermione walked down the empty corridors of Hogwarts as she prepared to return to her dorm. After speaking to the president of the ministry she had said goodbye to her father before heading to the school. She would have a few hours until her classes to get some rest.
"Oof," Hermione groaned as someone bumped shoulders with her. "Apologies," She said, even though it wasn't her fault.
The girl growled. "Apologize for coming back to Hogwarts, no one wants you here," She hissed.
Hermione glanced over her shoulder at the girl who was about her age, a Hufflepuff, who she didn't recognize. "…" She shook her head, tightening her fists before turning her back.
Stay calm.
"You're a monster, you shouldn't even be allowed to come here anymore," The girl growled. "You betrayed Harry just to join your uncle…the dark one."
Are you going to let her talk to you like that?
Hermione shook her head, trying to push away the dark magic that teased her. It spoke to her, sounding like her uncle as it taunted her.
Show her who you really are.
"You even betrayed your own uncle in the end," The girl laughed darkly. "…but he's dead now, and it's all your—"
Hermione growled, whirling around with monstrous speed. "Shut up!" She sent a powerful white jet of magic, watching in delight as fear filled the Hufflepuffs eyes before she slammed into the wall. "…don't talk about things you don't know about." She hissed, towering over the passed-out girl.
That was without dark magic…imagine how much stronger you'd be with—
"No, I don't need dark magic to be powerful," Hermione winced, finally taking in the girl beneath her feet. "…McGonagall is going to kill me if she finds out," She pointed her wand, swallowing. "Obliviate."
She pulled the memory from the girl's mind before leaving her passed out on the floor. Someone would find her, and she would have no memory about anything. Which was for the best, she didn't need anyone finding out about her slip.
At least she wasn't fueled by dark magic entirely.
Mostly it was fueled by anger.
She should work on that.
Hermione sighed once she reached her room. She was ready to sit down and relax.
"…" Hermione withheld a groan at seeing Andy sprawled on her bed. "Andy, hey," She said halfheartedly.
Bellatrix exited the bathroom, hair wet hinting she had just come out the bathroom. "Andy, get out," She said after taking one look at Hermione's slouching form by the window. "…or get scarred for life," She added with a grin.
Andy shuddered, getting up to head to the door. "I thought having a friend who had a prefect room would be awesome; I'd have somewhere private to get some work done, relax, but it's the opposite." She waved as she closed the door. "Later,"
Bellatrix wrapped her arms around Hermione's shoulder once the door closed. "What's wrong? I can tell you're frustrated by the slump in your bony shoulders," She said, pressing chaste kisses along her shoulder and up to her neck.
"…they're not bony," Hermione pouted, letting her hands fall to Bellatrix's waist.
"But they are," Bellatrix kissed the pout away before dragging her to lay back on the bed. "Come on, tell me what happened. Did the meeting with the ministry go bad?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, it went great, the case is finally closed. We can put it all behind us now," She reached out to twist her fingers with Bellatrix's. "…but I did knock this girl out for calling me a monster. Don't worry I wiped her memory before leaving her on the floor,"
She's learned that it's easier to just get out with it instead of beating around the bush with the other witch.
"Seriously?" Bellatrix grinned when she nodded. "…okay, knocking people out with spells is wrong—"
Hermione frowned. "But—"
"—unless you get caught," Bellatrix interrupted her. "But honestly, I don't think you should let them get to you like this. We know the truth and that's all that matters. Plus, McGonagall would kill you if she found out,"
Hermione groaned. "I know! But I was just so furious, and I'm sick of people talking about me like I'm not here. And I can't even fight back without getting expelled…maybe coming back was a mistake? Should we have just gone with Harry and Ron you think?"
"And sit around bored out of our minds? We can do that here but indoors," Bellatrix scoffed. "…it's only for one more year, then we can elope to a world faraway for all I care,"
Hermione smiled softly. "Spend our days out on my fathers' boat? Mum could make us snacks,"
"Sounds perfect already," Bellatrix teased. "…did you use dark magic?"
Hermione shook her head.
"That's good, your will is strong you just need to work on your anger," Bellatrix said softly, pausing. "…what spell did you use?"
"Bella," Hermione laughed.
Bellatrix held her hands up. "Just asking,"
"Thanks for the help, Andy," Her friend from potions said as they left the library. "This class has been tough for me," She admitted.
Andy smiled, patting the girl on the back. "Don't mention it Mel," She made a move to head for her dorm, looking over her shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow at the same time and place to go over the next set, yeah?"
"Of course, thanks again!" Mel said cheerfully before turning in the other direction towards the great hall.
The middle sister easily made her way into the Slytherin girls dormitories. She made quick conversation with a few sixth years before making it to her room. She shared it with two other girls who she knew since her first year; Marissa and Emma. At this time in the day they were most likely in their potions class or headed for the great hall for some food.
She usually took this time to call Ted, who had decided to skip his final year and do some field research with magical creatures; a field he was interested in. McGonagall promised it could count as a class and allow him to graduate with his class if he provided unique information and new theories. Andy missed him but knew they could make the distance work.
"…what's this?" She caught sight of a red envelope on her bed. "A letter…oh, shit," Andy cursed, almost dropping it as she read the name on it. "Bella!" She hissed.
Her sister needed to see this.
First Week Back
Hogwarts, Gryffindor Prefect Dorm
Hermione closed her room door as she dropped her school bag to the floor. Bellatrix would usually be lurking about, but the witch had quidditch practice; and as the new captain, she had a lot more responsibility than usual with picking out new players and assigning positions.
She missed having the witch around during these times but her deciphering her dreams kept her busy. School work wasn't an issue, she was ahead in every class since she spent the remainder of the break studying. Now, the only thing she had to focus on was passing her N.E.W.T.S. with excellence. Which Bellatrix promised she would do.
"…" Hermione sat at her desk, finally looking at the two letters she received at the Owlery. "Harry, of course," She smiled softly, opening the first one with gentle hands.
Dear Mione,
Sorry I haven't written to you since that week Bella and I were sneaking around (still sorry for that by the way), but things have been hectic these last couple of months. We're still trying to round up the remaining death eaters that are lurking about. And I know it may seem like I'm on some exciting adventure but, I'm not. The death eaters must be hiding somewhere we've never heard of because we have only caught two out of the dozens that are out there. I thought when we left with Hagrid that we'd be traveling to new places and getting into battles everyday but it's kind of quiet. And the silence is too loud, so I decided to write you and catch up. It's been too long.
How's Hogwarts and classes going? I know you told me you had trouble from a few students and parents who want you gone but, I know that won't threaten you. Have you been learning any new spells that could come in handy for me? Something I can use in a battle maybe? Other than learning new spells I don't really miss the school. I'm sorry we can't all be together for our final year though, but we'll catch up soon.
Is Bella keeping you out of trouble? Out of the two of you, I don't know who is more stubborn or most likely to get hurt. When you see her let her know that I miss her! And I haven't received a letter in ages. But I assume life as the quidditch captain can take up most of your time, so I understand…I'm honestly glad you have her; as a friend and romantically. Seriously, before I was terrified of her I'm not afraid to admit that my eyes did wander a few times. This was before Ginny and I got together and only last a second before she hexed you. Then I hated her for a few years, but I love her just as much as I love you now. She's amazing, don't screw this up.
Anyway, I'm sorry if this is long but I'm dreadfully bored. I can't tell you where I am but just know I'm close if you ever need anything. I mean it. Don't roll your eyes. I'm serious, if there is anything bothering you I want you to know that you can tell me. I'll always be there for you, just call.
I've wasted enough of your time. So, get back to the book you were planning to read, and enjoy your final year at Hogwarts. I'll be sure to cheer the loudest at your graduation. And don't worry, Ron and I will meet you both on the other side.
Love, Harry
Hermione smiled widely, eyes threatening to tear up as she grabbed a blank paper. She snatched a pen and prepared to respond to him, grinning.
Dear Harry,
I'm happy to finally hear from you, it's only been a month. And I'm sorry to hear that you guys have come up empty with your search, but I promise you it's more fun than I'm having. I'm already ahead in every class and I'm sorry but I don't have any spells worth sharing. Seventh year is somewhat repetitive, and our only focus is on passing our final examination and attending quidditch games. Don't tell Bella but I could do without another one of their victory parties (Slytherin is undefeated—dreadful, I know). I'm sure Ginny has told you how furious she is with the outcome Slytherin has been having. Bella doesn't mention it though, must not want to jinx her good luck.
Yes, she's keeping me out of trouble. And gross. To you, who are like a brother to me, admitting you find my girlfriend attractive. Please never mention that to me ever again, or to Bella. She'd probably hex you until you bleed, and I wouldn't stop her. And things are fantastic between Bella and I; how dare you assume I'd screw things up!
And I know I can count on you for anything. If anything happens I'll let you know. But you don't have to worry, things here are far too boring and I'm sure your journey will kick up soon. I expect tons of stories when you return. Thanks for wasting my time, I was bored anyway, and I'll talk to you again. And be careful out there! Don't rush in head first like you tend to do. Yes, you do. Ha, see? I can predict your next thought as well.
Love, Hermione
Hermione laughed to herself as she folded the letter into three sections before placing in into a white envelope. She reached her hand out to her Owl, Snickers, who sat perched on her cage. Bellatrix insisted she get one so the week before classes, they went Owl shopping. She picked Snickers for her marvelous brown fur with black patches in various spots. She earned her name by biting Bellatrix's finger and making a noise close to a snicker. Hermione was delighted when she only nuzzled her hand when she reached out to touch her.
"…oh," She picked up the other letter, freezing. "No way," Hermione all but ripped the letter open when she saw the familiar seal; stomach in knots.
Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry it's been so long since I reached out to you. I just needed some time to myself, some time to get over you…not that I could ever do that. You'll always hold a special place in my heart. But I accept that you only need me as a friend, and I can admit that I need your friendship as well. I miss having you nag at me or berate me when I chew with my mouth open. And I miss you.
Harry doesn't know I'm writing you. Which allows me to say, I'm pissed he dragged me into the middle of nowhere to chase these death eaters that are experts at hiding. I'm so bloody bored! I'd rather be in school, playing quidditch, than out here staring at nothing. But I know it'll be worth it when we do get a lead.
How are you doing? I want to catch up, and I know we can't do all of it in a letter. So, I guess we'll have to all go out for breakfast or something during Holiday. You, me, Harry, Ginny, and Bella of course. I don't know what else to tell you. My life isn't very exciting…I did meet this girl at a diner we stopped at. She had amazing blue eyes and dark brown hair. Why am I telling you this? Because Harry thought she looked like the female version of him, and I want to deny it! She looks nothing like him! And I know he'll try to tell you otherwise one day.
Anyway, I better finish this up, Hagrid is giving me that look. The one where I'd better hurry up, so we can head back on the road before he hits me upside the head. Enjoy your final year, I can't wait until we can all be together again.
Sincerely, Ron
Hermione couldn't help the tears that fell down her cheeks this time. She blindly grabbed a piece of paper as she prepared her response.
Dear Ron,
I'm happy you reached out and things are bland here as well. And don't give up, Harry said he's bored out there too but I'm sure you'll find something soon. And I'd love to see a picture of this girl if you ever find the time. I wouldn't be surprised if she did look like Harry but who knows.
My life isn't exciting at the moment either so I'm sorry if this seems short but it's awkward. It's been so long, I don't know what I can and can't tell you. It will take some time but I'm sure we'll get back into our dynamic once we're all together again. I can tell you this (although it may break your heart), Slytherins are undefeated in quidditch and I can't tell Bella how furious I am.
I want to be supportive but at the same time I can't stand it. Wish I didn't hate brooms so much, then maybe I'd get out there to play myself. Tell Ginny to step up her game.
Be safe and make good choices. Can't wait to see you.
Sincerely, Hermione
She ended the letter on the same note as him. Folding it up and preparing it for delivery, she placed the two letters in Snickers bag and sent her off.
Finally, something was looking up.
"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Bellatrix whispered, sitting at the end of the nicely made bed. "Isn't there another way to do this without risking anything?" She asked again.
Hermione shook her head, leaning her back against the wood door. "Bella, there is nothing else. If there was I would have tried it already. And I can't tell the ministry, they'll treat me like a lab rat and run all these tests." She stepped forward, begging. "Please, I'm asking you to have my back on this. I won't do anything without your approval." She admitted.
She had learned her lesson about lying to the witch. It not only got her hurt physically, with the hexes, but it also hurt her emotionally. For once she was taking Harry's advice on relationships and trying not to mess this up.
What they had was too special.
"Fine," Bellatrix sighed, rising to her feet as Hermione cheered. "But we can't do this here, let's go to the room of requirement where no one can find us; if something goes wrong, I don't want to risk getting anyone else involved."
Hermione nodded. "Of course," She looked at the clock within her room, biting her lip. "Quiet hours are soon, so we better hurry now while we have time,"
"You do realize as a prefect, you don't have to worry about that right?" Bellatrix said, amused.
Hermione flushed, holding the door open for the witch. "I still have to hide you if someone sees,"
Bellatrix snorted, walking out the door. "Please, like anybody would dare say something to either of us or—"
"Bella!" Hermione looked up, flinching as Andy bumped into Bellatrix before stumbling to the ground.
Her girlfriend didn't get knocked down easily.
"Andy, watch where you're going," Bellatrix hissed, holding her hand out for her little sister. "And get off the floor." Hermione snickered as she closed her door.
Hermione crossed her arms, leaning against Bellatrix. "How'd you even get into the Gryffindor side?" She asked, but her true attention was on the curly black strand she was playing with.
Andy made a face. "Please, I've seen Bella sneak in her a dozen times; of course, I've learned how." She shook her head. "But never mind how I got in here, Bella I need to show you something important."
"What is it?" Bellatrix groaned, taking in the warm body beside her so she didn't snap.
Andy swallowed. "I got a letter."
There was a pause.
"That's great, tell Ted I said hello," Bellatrix mumbled, eye twitching in aggravation. "Come on dove, let's get out of here,"
Andy blocked their path despite the glare from her sister. "N-no, it wasn't from Ted,"
"Then who was it from?" Hermione asked curiously, grabbing Bellatrix's hand to calm her.
Andy shrugged sheepishly. "…I don't know, I haven't opened it yet—"
"—Okay," Hermione cut off what was most likely a curse from Bellatrix. "Reach out to her when you do find out, and maybe even actually read it? But we really must go, Headmistress needs to meet with us," She lied, as even she lost her patience.
Andy groaned, watching the duo head downstairs before turning in the opposite direction of McGonagall's office. "…fine, but if this is a howler I'm going to flip," She mumbled as she eyed the red envelope nervously.
Second Week Back at Hogwarts
Library
"Greek Mythology?" Bellatrix read the foreign words aloud, frowning. "Another muggle book I presume?" She sighed, leaning her face into her free palm.
Hermione nodded, looking up from the book excitedly. "I know you don't think any of this can help me, but I think I've found something close to what I'm looking for,"
"Hmm," Bellatrix sat up, attention caught as she leaned closer to Hermione.
It was dining hours, so most of the students would likely be in the great hall eating. This was the best time for them to do research on the strange dream Hermione kept having. And the weather outside was terrible, rain and lightning, so they didn't have to worry about Bellatrix going to practice.
They would finally have time to themselves; even if it wasn't exactly how they wanted to spend it.
"Look here," Hermione began, reading the paragraph aloud softly. "In Greek mythology, Morpheus is a god of dreams. According to the Greeks, Morpheus was born of Nyx, the personification of Night. The Romans believe, however, that Morpheus was the son of Somnus, the personification of Sleep, who was in turn a child of Nyx. Regardless of his parentage, Morpheus is said to have numerous siblings, collectively known as the Oneiroi (the Greek word for dream, incidentally, being oneiros). Apart from Morpheus, two other Oneiroi can be identified by their names – Phobetor and Phantasos."
Bellatrix leaned forward, shoulder brushing with the other witches. "It only has one of the Oneiroi listed,"
Hermione nodded, going back to the text below. "Phobetor was thought to be the bringer of nightmares and had the ability to appear as animals or monsters; Phantasos was believed to bring surreal and strange dreams, and was able to appear as inanimate objects, such as stones or wood. In contrast to his two siblings, Morpheus brought messages and prophesies from the gods to mortals through the medium of dreams. Thus, he appeared particularly to kings and heroes, and often took the appearance of a human being."
Bellatrix shrugged when the bookworm gave her a look. "It could be the figure you've been seeing, who knows?" She nodded her head to the book, interested. "What does the rest say?"
"…when not appearing in dreams, Morpheus and his brothers were said to have possessed human forms with wings on their backs. These wings would have allowed Morpheus and his brethren to easily reach those whose dreams they were assigned. In addition, it is said that Morpheus' wings enabled him to save his father Somnus, who was wingless, from the wrath of Zeus on more than one occasion." Hermione finished the reading.
Bellatrix hummed. "…it's a nice story—"
"—Bella," Hermione huffed.
The Slytherin held her hands up in defense. "Isn't mythology, fake? Stories told to children to keep them up at night in the muggle world?"
Hermione crossed her arms somewhat childishly. "…witches and wizards are myths too, but look at us,"
"That's different—" Bellatrix began.
Hermione scoffed. "It's not." She began even as Bellatrix looked away. "…what if it's true, or some of it at least? Someone sent Phobetor, or someone like him, to my dreams to send me a message. Maybe I should listen?"
"I don't think it's safe," Bellatrix started.
Hermione sighed. "But we're running out of ideas, Bella. And I'm sick of waking you up in the middle of the night because of it,"
Bellatrix went to speak before she shut her mouth with a sigh. "…we'll talk later," She whispered, leaning in to whisper near her ear.
"Get a room," Ginny's voice reached out to them.
Bellatrix grinned. "Already have one, it's great to be dating a prefect and all,"
Ginny made a face. "Forget I asked,"
"What are you two doing here?" Hermione finally noticed Luna by the redhead's side. "Aren't you hungry?" She asked airily.
Hermione shook her head. "We already ate," She gestured to the book. "Bella lost a bet and now she has to learn about muggle literature," She lied with ease.
"Mythology sounds dreadful," Ginny flinched before straightening her back. "We're looking for a book to help us in our magical creature's class, so we'll see you two around," She turned around. "And watch your back on the field, Black, I'm coming for you,"
Bellatrix didn't look up from her nails. "Whatever,"
Ginny bristled, grabbing Luna's arms. "…come on, Luna,"
"Okay," Luna allowed herself to be dragged away.
Hermione snorted once the younger girls were out of sight. "I'm surprised Luna didn't say anything about any made-up creatures being around us,"
"Maybe she's finally out growing it," Bellatrix shrugged, tracing the palm of Hermione's hand with her finger.
Hermione hummed.
Or maybe the monsters surrounding her were too powerful for even Luna to see.
Hermione sat down on the floor within the room of requirement. "Do you remember the spell I taught you?"
"Yes," Bellatrix nodded. "It helps rid a person of an unwanted force…what do you think is going to happen?"
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know, but I do know that if I let it touch me then I'll be bringing something over to this side. If it's evil, or uncooperative, I want you to get rid of it…I'll be back soon." She said before closing her eyes; Bellatrix standing with her wand drawn was the last thing she saw before she was met with white.
"I called for you," She was greeted almost immediately by the figure.
This time she didn't jump as the voice called out to her.
Hermione sighed. "…so, you've said," She took a step forward despite everything within her telling her not to. "Well, here I am,"
The figure latched onto her arm, grinning. "Finally."
Bellatrix jumped up, wand ready, as she watched Hermione's body convulse on the floor. "Hermione!" She made a move to step forward before freezing when Hermione's eyes opened.
When she wasn't met with soft brown, and instead vibrant green, orbs she stopped.
"…dove?" She whispered, shaking at the powerful dark magic surrounding the witch.
Hermione cracked her neck, smirking deviously, as she struggled to her feet. "Not quite,"
"Expelliarmus!" Bellatrix hissed, catching Hermione's wand with ease. "…who are you? And what have you done with Hermione?" She demanded.
Hermione laughed darkly as she stood tall. "Wouldn't you like to know—"
"—I would, yeah," Bellatrix shot the extracting spell Hermione taught her moments ago. "…what the…" She trailed off, watching a somewhat murky green fog force itself out of Hermione's body before the witch fell to her knees coughing.
Hermione scrambled to her feet, throat on fire. "Bella, my wand!" She hissed, snatching it as the witch tossed it to her quickly. "Don't let it touch you, you won't be able to get control of your body; we can't let it escape,"
"Stupefy!" Bellatrix shouted when the fog tried to come towards her. "…how are we going to—"
"—hello, Bella?" Andy's voice caused them to stop cold.
Hermione growled, cursing as the green fog sped towards the voice. "Andy, close the door!" She shouted, running to catch up with the monster in the air.
Bellatrix shot a quick hex at her sister. "Get down!"
"Ouch!" Andy yelped, falling to her knees just as the green substance flew over her head where she would have been standing; Bellatrix sighed. "What's wrong with you, and what were you two doing in—you know what, I don't care. Bella, I have to—"
Bellatrix shoved past her, close behind Hermione. "—stay out of the way, Andy!" She hissed, leaving behind a confused and conflicted Andy.
Hermione nearly fell as she rounded the corner where she saw the creature go. "…oh no," She groaned, resisting the urge to curse.
"Miss Granger…and Miss Black," McGonagall raised an eyebrow, confused. "Why are you two running in my halls? And at this time of the night, minutes before quiet hours."
Bellatrix swallowed, looking at the three people before them. "…late for a meeting, Headmistress."
"What kind of meeting, I thought all of the clubs were finished around this time?" Chloe, who stood across from Luna, asked curiously.
Hermione eyed them all nervously. "By meeting she means, a meeting with her bed as she prepares for sleep," She said, ignoring the glare Chloe gave her.
She knew about the little crush the chaser had on Bellatrix. Everyone but Bellatrix seemed to notice. Or Bellatrix did and didn't have the time to care; either option was hilarious to Hermione.
"Well, the bed isn't going anywhere ladies," McGonagall waved them off and allowed them to pass but not before saying. "…and this time walk through my halls; try to act like ladies."
Hermione swallowed. "Apologizes," She took in the strangely quiet Luna before pulling Bellatrix along. "I can't believe this," She hissed once they were out of sight and ear length.
Bellatrix groaned. "I know,"
"It could be any one of them."