Hermione and the Radiant Chaos

Chapter 8

A Demigoddess' Touch

When Hermione woke she was disoriented.

Hogwarts? How did I return here? Hermione wondered as she slowly blinked the sleep from her weary eyes.

"Hey! Hermione! Are you up?" Susan called.

"Yeah...I guess I just didn't sleep well last night." Hermione replied as she hauled herself out of bed and pulled back the curtains.

"Nice Jammies Hermione." Susan smirked at her room mate.

And so they were, she was wearing what the goblins called Soul Silver. A type of silvery silk-like material that allowed a person to sleep far better, protected them from many types of hostile magic, and only goblins had the ability to forge 'Soul Silver'.

Soul Silver could also be used in combat. Thanks to it's magickal* properties fire and ice did little to faze the wearer. Because it was so light and offered incredible protection it was much desired in the wizarding realm. According to legend only one other human had ever been granted the right to wear the mythical material. His name was Merlin.

Others had tried to use Soul Silver but it had to be given freely by the goblins for it to be usable; and only the one given the material could utilize its protections.

"Hey, Hermione; you ready?" Susan asked as Hermione slipped into her school robes.

"Just about." Hermione agreed.

"Well, hurry up! We have to get down for breakfast and the guys have probably already left." Susan said.

Hermione nodded pleasantly before she caught up to her red headed companion.

"Morning Hermione." Harry said pleasantly.

"Good Morning Harry." Hermione smiled back.

"Hi." Neville said meekly as he sat across from Susan.

"Nev' you have every right to sit beside us." Hermione assured the still timid boy.

"Thanks." He said with a little bit more confidence.

"So potions is up today huh?" Susan said as she checked her schedule.

"That's sounds right." Hermione agreed before she took a dainty bite of her breakfast.

Once Breakfast had finished Hermione, Harry, Neville, and Susan made their way to the charms classroom.

"Good morning students!" The tiny professor said as he waved the four of them into his class room.

"Good morning sir." Hermione said dutifully as she passed him.

Once the entire class had arrived (a young Gryffindor named Lavender was the last one in.) Flitwick began.

"Good morning class! I hope you slept well, and ate a good breakfast because we are going over some important things today!" Flitwick said as he waved his tiny arms excitedly.

After the professor paused for a second he spoke again.

"Charms are considered to be household use only. But that's not true. Charms is a breed of magic that can be used in almost any situation. They are great for defending yourself and others, you can use them in healing mental and physical ailments alike, and Charms are a major part of warding as well. There are a million more uses for charms too. Can anyone think of a charm that's used outside of households? Fifteen points to the first person."

Hermione raised her hand.

"Yes Miss...Granger?" Flitwick called on her.

"One of the charms I read about is used for defense against something called a...Dementor? It's called the...Patro Charm?" Hermione acted as though she had only a vague idea of the charm.

"Bravo Miss. Granger! What you are talking about is called the Protronus Charm. It's a NEWT level spell used to defend against Dementors. You will probably cover those in your Fifth Year in defense. How'd you learn about that so quickly?" Flitwick asked in surprise.

Hermione willed a blush before she spoke.

"I knew next to nothing about magic so I wanted to catch up so I read everything I could about magic and a book...One of the dozens I read said that the...Patronus was the only defense against a Dementor. Whatever that is." Hermione said.

"I see. Very well. Fifteen points to Gryffindor." Flitwick said in delight.

After class Harry was staring dumbly at Hermione.

"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione questioned.

"It's...Nothing." Harry finally said as he shook his head.

Nothing my foot. I'd bet a million Galleons that you are trying to figure out how I know about Dementors. I'd also be willing to wager you're starting to take a few wild guesses. I'd just tell you but you wouldn't believe me anyways. "Oh by the way Harry, I'm your wife. I came back from a thousand years in the future by destroying everything in a desperate and risky attempt to achieve Time Compression to save you and magic itself." He'd have me submitted to a mental ward. This way I get to keep him on his toes and he's gets to go around guessing. You put me through a lot Mr. So there.

Potions class came later that had played out much as Hermione remembered it.

"Potter...Our New Celebrity." Snape sneered.

At that a loud bang ripped throughout the classroom.

"What was that?" Hermione theatrically screamed.

Snape hastily searched the room and found nothing to be able to cause the noise.

"As I was saying...Potter...Our new celebrity." Snape began again.

Another bang sent the entire class; including Snape diving for cover.

Once the pandemonium had been cleared Snape turned on Harry.

"Potter! I don't know how you did it...but because of your disruptive influence I'm going to take Fifty Points-"

At this it sounded as though a nuclear bomb detonated in his class.

Bedlam errupted as the entire class, Slytherins and Gryffindors alike fled fearing for their lives.

Inside Hermione was more than a little pleased. By the time she was done no First Year Gryffindor would respect the greasy haired man. After all, whenever he would try something an explosion would happen in his classroom; disrupting everything.

However, Hermione knew that Susan and Neville would need to learn potions. It seemed as though Hermione was going to need to pull out the Potions prodigy card so they would have someone to learn from.

After they eaten dinner Hermione noticed something in her left breast pocket of her robes. It was a letter with the goblin nation's seal. While Harry entertained Neville and Susan Hermione stealthily read the letter.

Our Most Beloved Etheria,

After assisting in your recovery we began a review of the information that you had in your weariness let slip. The revelation of Horcrux is a very grievous but necessary truth to be revealed. Therefore, the Goblin Nation has begun to search for these cursed artifacts and with your august assistance we believe that we could gather and destroy every horcrux before four years have passed.

Our Lady, We have taken certain liberties and armed you as we realized that while your power and knowledge are great your resources are rather limited. Therefore, we have given you a couple sets of Soul Silver, a couple Goblin Forged Blades, a helm of impenetratibility, and a set of armor that cannot be punctured. Also, the Goblin Made Blade Zalasar we have entrusted to you. It is one of the 3 Blades of Goblin Lore.

Please be careful in the wielding of this piece of art. For once drawn Zalasar must draw blood before it can be sheathed anew. Yet, it cannot harm an innocent. Zalasar will only spill the blood of dark souls. It has lasted over a thousand years, and it will last a thousand more in the right hands. Light Shall Strengthen the blade while hatred diminishes it. However, the Chaos Knight's powers hinder the blade not, while the arts of the Temple Knight, or Paladin, strengthen the already potent power of Zalasar.

We eagerly await to hear from you anew lady Etheria.

While everyone was busy around them Hermione silently and wandlessly banished the letter into oblivion. While Hermione was relieved at the unconditional support that the Goblins were giving her she still was concerned about the time compression. If they had learned about her...Then perchance, the forces of darkness had also learned of her?

It was a terrifying concept. For if say; Voldemort had learned much of her past and powers, he might prove to be a lethal danger...Far more than what he was originally; even with the assistance of other realms.

If he had learned about the forbidden Aztec Ritual...Death would be merciful indeed...A mercy forever out of their reach.

Hermione's face would have paled at the thought; however, a thousand years had aided her in schooling her emotions. Instead she settled for an inaudible gulp and turned back to her love.

As she saw his face brighten into a true smile Hermione's spirits rose. If Harry could smile after the ultimate sins had been committed against him, then she could too. As long as she had her Harry, she could fight and hope.

Okay, I wasn't going to mention this but the temptation just proved to be too much for me to handle. Some dummy whom named themselves jd (he/she wasn't signed in.) left a review for chapter 4 that I just couldn't help but laugh at even though it was jd's poor attempt at a flame.

Quote: uh doofus they gey their Hogwarts letters on their 11th birthday. And Hermoine turned 12 in september of their first year so she would have nearly a year before it was time to go, not a few days. Unquote.

What are you? Four? Three maybe? Can you at least Spell Hermione Right? (I know I had the same problem.......Many...Many...Years ago.)

Hehe, Yes you get your letter when you are eleven. But here's the thing jd: Timeframe. It's not on the birthday. It's the most reasonable timing. Would it make sense to give Hermione her letter nearly a year before she could go? Nope.

Plus, as we all can recall while Harry did finally receive the letter on July 31st they had been sent several days beforehand. The only reason Harry didn't get the letter long before July 31st was because of the Dursley's crazy antics. Hermione would have received her letter sometime right before School starts. (So she would have been eleven; going on 12.) It is before school starts that the letters are sent. Not a whole year beforehand.

So if you would stop, use the reasoning skills God gave you and thought about it a little bit you wouldn't have such foot in mouth problems when you try to give your opinion. And might I make a suggestion too jd, if you are going to flame at least TRY to use proper spelling. 'gey' is that supposed to be 'gay' or perhaps 'got' or maybe it's 'I can't spell'?

Real Flamers, go right ahead, I don't mind since you usually have some kind of valid point. And if you do I try to fix whatever I've been doing wrong. Pointless (and moronic) flamers just make me laugh or roll my eyes at their ineptitude.

This chapter took a while for me to write. I've been busy recently and I don't know when that will slow down. Sorry.

*Oh, yes....The word Magickal is one that is first seen in LOH and it's essentially ancient magic, that can be imbued into objects.

Lastly if you honestly hate Radiant Chaos...Why are you reading? Go read some Oedipus complex fic or something.

P.S. I forgot to add something so I had to reupload. Sorry!

Soul Silver might sound familiar. Any ideas why? Take a guess!