Hannah (Demeter) was a wise old bat, the animal Ginny used to describe her, and she knew something was up when her heart seemed to ache. Then she felt the sound of weeping girls. She rushed away from Hogwarts as fast as the autumn breeze could take her. She soon got to the small meadow where the sounds of sorrow were coming from. Her heart beat out of her chest as she realized this was where her daughter was.

"My dears, what is the matter?" she asked, fear coursing through her veins. One of the girls looked up from down and her eyes widened.

"Madame!" the girl shrieked and hung onto Hannah's (Demeter's) long chlamys which brushed her bare feet slightly.

Soon the other girls joined in shrieking, "Madame! Madame! Madame!"

"Girls!" she yelled at them to stop and they did, cowering back in fear of the Harvest Goddess, "Tell me, what is the matter?"

"Hermione!" one shrieked.

"Gone!" another yelled back.

"Swallowed by the pond!" another said.

Hannah felt her heart stop; it was her daughter... and she gasped. Tears sprung loose from the waterworks hidden behind her peachy eyelids, "What?"

"Hermione-," the girls tried to say but Hannah raised a shaky hand to silence them.

She dropped to the ground, her legs to weak to try to keep standing, "My baby girl is gone."

The girls stayed silent as the goddess who always seemed to be happy was shut down and was weeping before their feet. The girls felt pity toward this new childless mother and one was brave enough to step forward and place a gentle hand on the woman's shaking shoulder.

Hannah only cried harder, her body racked with uncontrollable sops. Then another hand joined the other until every girl had at least one hand on the goddess. When the sun started to set, Hannah finally got the strength to stand, with some help from the minor goddess's.

"I shall go to Father Harry (Zeus)," Hannah announced, "Maybe he will know who took my darling baby girl," and she was off like a horse.

She raced across the land and everywhere her shadow fell, the once green plants turned to brown decaying with in themselves. In the morning, the farmers would have no idea what really had happened other than Hannah was angry at them when it was the exact opposite, she was angry at herself.

She came to the entrance to Hogwarts and burst open the gates, for the Seasons, which guarded their palace, saw something was wrong and hid behind trees and bushes. Hannah was a goddess on a mission and all who saw her got out of her road.

She quickly entered the Throne Room where almost all of the gods and goddesses were at. She thought, Harry (Zeus) must have called a meeting. She must have been so sad that she did not hear his call.

"Father Harry," she kneeled before him placing a hand on his knee.

Harry looked down at his sister sensing something was wrong, "What is it, my dear sister?"

Hannah refused to look up at Harry's green eyes, "My daughter, Hermione, has been taken, my king," Ginny (Hera) glared at Hannah, her jealousy of the old crone became larger with every ticking moment. Hannah had interrupted an important meeting about wives and their husbands and being loyal. Now, Ginny felt like a minor goddess, a background to everyone else.

"Taken?" Harry showed his worry but inside he had a smirk for he knew exactly what was going on.

Hannah nodded, "Yes, my king. By who, I do not know. I only wished to report this and ask for you to do something."

Harry chuckled for he had to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, "Oh, my dear sister, I know what happened to your darling daughter."

Hannah snapped her head up at her brother, "You knew?"

Harry smiled, "Our dear brother, Draco (Hades), asked for Hermione. You know how much he has been chasing her," Hannah's anger sparked, "Draco asked for me to take her to the Underworld to make her his wife and Queen," Harry chuckled again, "I said yes, for I know what it is like, including our dear Neville (Poseidon), to not have a Queen by your side," he glanced up at Ginny who seemed gob-smacked at what her husband had said. Ginny (Hera) couldn't remember when her husband was ever so romantic, Cho (Aphrodite) must have influenced him, she thought and she scowled mentally.

"How could YOU?" Hannah (Demeter) shrieked at him.

Harry's smiled disappeared, "I only did what was right, sister of mine. Underst-," but Hannah would not.

"HOW COULD YOU!" she shrieked again, "I will never see her again!" tears flowed down as she stood up, "You will have one week to get her back or I shall plunge the earth below into an everlasting drought! Nothing can break this until I have her back in my arms," and she disappeared in her what would have been a usual puff of flowers, daisies, but this time they were black roses.

Every single god and goddess that was there watched as the last black rose petal floated down to join the others. Then the whole Hall exploded in voice.

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The chlamys was pretty but old and not something that Hermione would wear. The chlamys was a pure white and a thin piece of cloth covered it giving it a shimmer. It had no sleeves and a gold cord wrapped around her and under her breast. She felt like she was strangling with the cord on.

"Chlamys sure looks pretty on you, my lady," Lavender commented as she floated around Hermione.

Hermione just frowned, "I look like my Aunt Ginny on her rare good days."

Lavender burst into giggles and then was silent realizing what she did, "Mistress, you shouldn't say things like that."

"I can say what I like but you are stepping out of line," Hermione snapped. She still wasn't used to having a servant. Lavender's eyes glistened more then they usually do and Hermione felt sorry, "I'm sorry, Lavender," Hermione said, "Forgive me."

"Of course, m'lady," Lavender said with a soft smile for she easily forgave people, never holding a grudge. Her fingers combed through Hermione's soft brown hair.

Hermione just smiled and nodded before tuning to look into the mirror, "Thank you. So, if it's not much trouble and not too personal, how did you die?"

Lavender frowned, "I wouldn't like to talk about it if you don't mind, my lady," she said as she fixed Hermione's hair, placing small white flowers with black centers in the middle in her hair, "Maybe, if you allow me to stay as your servant, I will tell you in time but...," she paused as if she was going to say something, "I can't. I'm so sorry, my lady."

Hermione just smiled, "It's okay, Lavender. I'm the one who should be sorry. I invaded your personal space. I understand. Besides," Hermione's smile grew wider, "I would love to have you as my servant. You're about the only thing living, sorry about that," she quickly added, "In this rotting place."

Lavender just smiled, "It's not so bad here, once you get used to it."

Hermione turned around to look at Lavender, "When will I?"

There was a sudden knock and the door opened. A ghostly figure of a blonde man came in wearing armor but his one arm was torn off, "My lady," he bowed to her, "His Majesty would like me to tell you that the preparation for your union with His Majesty is to be canceled until further notice," Hermione smiled brightly, "He also wanted me to tell you that you are free to explore the palace but do not go outside the palace walls," he bowed again before leaving and closing the door behind him.

Hermione looked at Lavender and squealed, "Yes!"

Lavender just smiled slightly, she was actually looking forward to the union of the two immortals, "Would you like to get out of this chlamys and I can show you around, my lady?"

Hermione squealed again, "Yes!"

Lavender chuckled as she floated to get something for Hermione to wear.