Hermione and the Radiant Chaos
Chapter 2
Unfurled Destiny
Smiling Hermione dropped the heavy tome on her large desk before she settled back down on her bed comfortably. If she was correct (and she usually was) McGonnagall was going to deliver her Hogwarts letter any moment.
The eleven year old girl stretched luxuriously as she adjusted to her youth.
After being over 1000 years of age for about thirteen years had made her forget how wonderful it really was to be young.
With a groan and a sigh of relief Hermione began to feel comfortable in her past self.
"Well, it's been a long time." She said as she saw a tabby cat in the driveway.
Hermione smirked at McGonagall as she approached.
"There are far too many things I could do to you Professor, but I don't think I will." Hermione chuckled before doorbell rang.
She heard her mother's voice answer the door.
Hermione waited there until, her mother Dr. Elaine Granger called her downstairs.
So, Hermione opened the door to her room, padded down the hall, and to the living room.
It was a comfortable room, well lit, and enough chairs to make sure everyone could relax. On the north wall of the room a large projection screen T.V. resided and under it the family's VCR rested on a shelf.
"What is it mum?" Hermione asked as she drew near the two of them.
"Dear, this is Professor McGonagall and she has an offer to attend a school."
"Shouldn't daddy be here for this too then?" Hermione questioned.
Her mother nodded.
"You're right, Professor, would you mind if we waited a few minutes? Demetrius should be back soon." Elaine questioned.
"That's quite alright." The strict woman agreed
The three of them sat down on two different couches.
McGonagall sat primly on a striped white couch while Hermione and her mother relaxed on their blue sofa.
They waited a good twenty minutes before Demetrius opened the door to the living room.
"Hermione, please give me a hand in getting the groceries from the car please." Demetrius said as he carried several sacks of food into the house.
"Okay daddy, and we have a visitor." Hermione added as she exited to grab some of the food from the back of her father's BMW.
Once they had carried in the food and goods that her father had bought they got down to business.
"Professor McGonagall was it?" Demetrius asked.
Minerva nodded at him.
"As you might have figured out, I came because your daughter is extremely gifted and our headmaster wanted to extend his personal invitation to our school." McGonagall began.
"Which school might that be?" Elaine asked.
"Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
The two adults looked at McGonagall with a dumbfounded expression before David recovered.
"Now, see here, we don't have time for games-" Demetrius David Granger began.
"-Indeed, we don't have time for games." McGonagall said as she turned the couch she was sitting on turned into a miniature elephant.
The two doctors looked at each other indecisively.
"Mum, Daddy?" Hermione said quietly.
"Yes Hermione?" Elaine asked gently.
"I feel that she's telling the truth, but...I think there's still some kind of mistake..."
"Which mistake might that be?" Demetrius asked slowly.
"I can't be a witch can I?" Hermione asked.
Layers upon layers, once I've gotten them laid, then my traps will be far safer...
"Is that so Miss. Granger? Have you never had anything happen when you were angry, nervous, or afraid? Oh no, you do have magic, and it's a true gift. However, if ignored there can be some serious problems." McGonagall said as she turned to the parents.
"What do you mean?" Demetrius demanded.
"Magic is a tricky thing, and it does strange things, unless it is controlled."
"So it's for her own safety?" Elaine asked.
McGonagall nodded.
"I'm nervous about stepping into a different world like that...but, I feel that this is something I have to do mum." Hermione said after they paused for a long moment.
"Hermione?" Elaine asked.
"It explains so much! Why I can't seem to get any friends! It's because I'm different than them. You know how they torment me and now I understand why. Hogwarts promises my best chance to fit in." Hermione explained.
Hermione's pleas did what the Professor could not.
"Alright dear...but only one year, if it doesn't work out for you, we are pulling you straight out understand?" Elaine said after a whispered conversation with Demetrius.
"Very well, in that case you'll want this Miss. Granger." Minerva handed Hermione a letter.
Her Hogwarts letter.
Once they had read the letter, McGonagall had brought them to Diagon Alley where Hermione got her supplies. Her cauldron, ingredients, robes, books, and her beloved 10 inch Dragon Heartstring wand had all stayed the same as last time. However, there was one major difference. It was at the exchange counter where a goblin on the floor stared at her for a long moment. While Hermione's parents and professor were distracted at the counter the goblin beckoned her.
"What is it sir?" Hermione asked in an innocent voice.
"Nor sloarts Etheria." The Goblin intoned formally.
We bid you welcome Great One of Love and Equality.
Hermione replied instinctively to the greeting that only she had been granted.
"Carlst Narjiin Rosten."
I thank you mighty ones.
Hermione stared in shock as her brain caught up to what was happening.
The goblin tongue was a harsh guttural language. Yet even in that harsh speech except for a select few words that rolled off the tongue easily. All of those words were name related ones. They were typically reserved for the humans and others that the Goblins had come to respect. Etheria was one of the two names they called her, the other Ethnaia; or one of Love and Justice. They were reserved as two of the three highest names ever given to any person, be they goblin or not. The last name had been granted to Harry for his victory over Voldemort.
"We were correct then." The Goblin said cryptically.
"Why do you mean Rosterin?"
Rosterin was the singular form of Rosten; or mighty ones.
"When you have time Etheria, come back to Gringott's and perhaps, together our answers might be answered." The goblin said.
"I shall." Hermione vowed.
The three adults turned back towards Hermione and she knew her conversation with the goblin had ended.
Once they had finished shopping they returned back to Hermione's home, and McGonagall bade them farewell after imparting her last instructions.
That night, while her parents slept Hermione began phase one of her plan. In the darkness Hermione dug through her new/old trunk looking for her wand.
Eventually she found it and placing in her left breast pocket she Apparated to the Burrow she cloaked her appearance in illusions. She would appear as she did at 1000 years of age.
The now seemingly ancient woman spoke.
"Accio Pettigrew!" Hermione whispered as she flicked her left index finger, and while the rat came soaring towards her Hermione created a cage for the rat animagus.
A short and pointless struggle later Hermione had shoved the rat into the cage. With the first part of her first plan complete Hermione made her way through the wards of Azkaban after a few minutes of probing its weaknesses.
The tiny 3x3 cell was damp, cold and dingy, and in one corner a thin black mass huddled in the corner shivering. She had found Sirius Black's cell.
Hermione gently stepped beside him, knelt down and gently touched his shoulder.
"Sirius, wake up." She said kindly.
"Hwuah? Wha?" He said as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes.
"You look terrible." She said softly as she sat beside the man.
"Pity." Sirius replied.
"I'll help get you back into shape." Hermione promised.
"That's nice, but the reason that's it's a pity is because it's sad that when I finally lost my marbles I see an old woman instead of some hot girl."
Hermione chuckled lightly.
"I'm not a figment of your insanity Sirius Black; let's just say that I am a sword of truth." Hermione responded as she presented the cage with Peter in it.
"Pettigrew!" I'll-" Sirius was cut off in mid-yell by Hermione's silencer.
"Easy there, we'll get to him...After we get you out of here." Hermione said as she removed the charm.
"Out of here?" Sirius questioned.
"Yes indeed. Take my hand and you'll be out of sunny Azkaban. After all Black your extended break needs to draw to a close." Hermione ribbed him gently.
"Funny." Sirius replied dryly as he took the figure's hand.
"Your hand doesn't feel old." Sirius said as they reappeared in a dingy but familiar home.
Hermione shook her head.
"I'm not ancient physically. Now, Sirius, you're in the Shrieking Shack. Rest up and I'll take care of you until the rat is in Ministry hands."
"I'd rather just kill the Traitor." Sirius glared at the cage.
"Then you'll be a 'convict' forever." Hermione reminded him.
Sirius cursed quietly for a few moments and that gave Hermione time to think.
"Sirius, don't kill the rat, otherwise Harry will have to live with some very nasty muggles."
"Muggles?" Sirius asked; his eyes narrowing.
"Ol' Dumbledore thought it'd be best to have him in Petunia's care." Hermione replied.
"Damn the old man! That's the last place he was to go!" Sirius bristled.
"Retract your claws boy; we'll cross that bridge once you're free, for now you need sleep."
"You're right..." Sirius admitted as he slowly walked over to a broken down bed.
Hermione drew her wand and with a few deft strokes the bed was fixed, cleaned and ready for Sirius.
"I'll be back later." Hermione promised before she Apparated to the Ministry of Magic.
She snuck into the Minister's office, and ransacked his bookcases, and she had stolen all of the evidence revealing that Fudge was a bribed head of state and much more, and then Hermione got downright vicious. She snuck into Amelia Bones' Office, placed a copy of the evidence in a large envelope on her desk and then dropped the cage holding Peter on her desk as well. She attached a note to the cage, and the rat whimpered as it tried to find a way out of its newest mess.
While she was there she used several flying memos to various media outlets. It 'encouraged' reporters to come to the ministry of magic, and Amelia Bones' office before everyone got to work.
The not on the cage was short, simple and brutal.
Perhaps this time you'll make sure no rights are stomped on and ensure that Wormtail and Sirius Black both get a trial.
Sword of Justice
With that Hermione left, (dropping yet another copy of the evidence on the floor of the ministry's entrance) pleased with the havoc she had wrought in the wizarding world. The media would have a fieldtrip with all that had happened tonight. Someone had broken into Azkaban, Sirius Black was pulled out of his cell, someone broke into the Ministry of Magic, both the Minister's Office and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's, and instead of stealing they provided evidence of corruption and a severe miscarriage of justice. If she was lucky this would also launch an investigation of Harry's home life, since Sirius was Harry's godfather.
That was one thing that would really shock the reporters.
As long as Fudge couldn't have time to silence the news then she would be alright.
So Hermione looked at her watch and confirmed that she still had some time left before she needed to get back home.
A few Apparations and curses later, and both Fudge and Umbridge would not be reporting into work tomorrow.
They'd be too busy dealing with the severe diarrhea that they both were suffering from.
With that, Hermione returned home, dropped her disguise and fell asleep. Her dreams were of a smiling young man with gentle emerald green eyes.
How'd Hermione do that so...Easily? Simple, 1000 years of knowledge coupled with the lax security of the Ministry, crying out loud! A group of Six fifteen and fourteen year olds broke into the Department of Mysteries and then a large group of Death Eaters and Voldemort HIMSELF, throw in the order of the Phoenix for good measure too.
That means at least thirty people had a battle in the Department of Mysteries and the Foyer without the Ministry knowing until someone outside of their security told them. WHAT Security?
A muggle could have walked in there without too much difficulty!
So it isn't too hard to imagine that Hermione got in that easy after all eh?
Anyhow, this chapter is done...2268 word count.