Ch. 7 On the Horizon


"It is not my job to discuss war, as you well know. My husband is the war chief and I am his diplomatic half."

Hermione was curled up into a contented ball in her favorite lounge chair, reading a book on elemental magic. Her mother's soft but firm tone would filter through any time she took a moment to stop and reflect on what she had read. She'd already fiddled with water and fire elementalism and dabbled in earth. While water, fire, and earth came easier to her, air was a bit more difficult. She imagined with Harry's affinity for flight that he'd take to air magic with incredible ease. She imagined how he would look commanding the air with a sweep of his arms, his eyes bright and formidable.

"What is that blush for dearest?"

Hermione startled as her mother sat on the edge of the chair and gently brushed her hair from her cheek.

"Nothing," she shrugged sheepishly, "Just a bit warm. Your meeting's over?"

Her mother gave her a gentle wry look, "Nice change of subject, and yes my meeting is over, and thank the All for it. Also, your favorite person is expecting a call from you and in the meantime, he sent this."

Her mother handed her a letter. For a moment Hermione was confused as to why Harry would write a letter or need her to call him before she saw the familiar elegant font. Her face broke into a wide ecstatic grin as she glanced at her mother.

"Peresine?"

Nessa smiled sweetly at her, "Yes, Peresine, or has your love for Mr. Potter usurped him?"

She froze in mortification at her mother's teasing words.

"If your aim is death by embarrassment you're succeeding," she mumbled.

Nessa bent over and placed a gentle loving kiss on her cheek.

"I would never but you do know that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I haven't been able to spend much time with him but from what I've seen Harry is shaping up to be a fine young man and he appears to adore you."

She gave her mother a tentatively cautious look.

"Where would you get that?"

"It's in the eyes, love. You'll understand when you're older. You're still young and unsure of yourself and where you stand with others. You'll learn to see exactly what others think of you by looking into their eyes and reading their body language when you're near," she leaned forward again as if imparting Hermione a deep secret, "Whatever feelings you have for Harry is mirrored in him. You need not feel so insecure. If you two are meant to be together then it will happen and if not...you will always have your friendship."

Hermione locked eyes with her mother as she asked something that was becoming increasingly bothersome to her by the day.

"If we did...If he felt those things for me...Would it be okay?" Hermione looked down at the book in her lap almost afraid of what her mother would say, "I'm the Heir Apparent so who I marry is important. Would it matter if I married someone of Harry's standing?"

"I would never stand in the way of you finding love and companionship. Your father wouldn't either," Hermione looked back at her mother with mounting eagerness, "Mr. Potter is, for all intents and purposes, a Lord. He will rank high enough for your public consideration and even if he didn't I would still back you if need be."

It was like a heavy rubber band that had been constricting her heart had finally broken and she could breathe easily again. She beamed openly at her mother and leaned over to wrap herself in her embrace.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, for being such a wonderful and remarkable daughter. I know every day that I have been highly favored and gifted by the fact that I was chosen to bear you. You make me so proud, Hermione."

Hermione swallowed heavily at the sincere words her mother spoke and felt tears prick her eyes.

"That's how I feel about you and dad. You're perfect."

Her mother let out a watery laugh.

"Your father and I are far from perfect."

Hermione sniffled as she let out a little giggle, "You're perfect for me. I wouldn't want any other parents."

"I am honored," her mother planted another gentle kiss on her forehead before pulling away, "I'll leave you to it. I have to prepare for another meeting."

As her mother exited the room Hermione gently opened the elaborately gilded letter and began reading.

Princess Hermione Eliasa Jane was scrolled in elegant writing on the face of the letter.

Hermione,

I hope this letter finds you well. The reunion of our world has been just as hectic for us as it has no doubt been for you, Uncle Al, and Aunt Nessa. I had not realized that it was possible for things to be as busy as they are. I would complain more if it weren't for Father allowing me more responsibilities. I've attended quite a few meetings and have even been given the ability to administer in some minor cases.

Hermione's brows raised at that bit of news before continuing on.

Dalvana and Mercara, of course, beg for you daily so when next we see each other be prepared for them to remain glued to your side.

Hermione smiled at the thought of her two youngest cousins.

I won't pontificate as this is just a briefing.

She rolled her eyes at his annoying formality.

Unfortunately, I've been informed that we won't actually get to see each other until the winter solstice. As harrowing a prospect as that is the massive itinerary we'll no doubt suffer should keep us plenty busy.

Until then,

Peresine

She folded the short letter and placed it delicately back in its envelope. She was a bit sad that it would be months still until she saw her favorite cousin but resolved to call him more so she didn't end up missing him as much. She grabbed her book and her letter before strolling into her room. She deposited her items on her bed before going to the hologram panel in the corner of her room. She placed her hand on the channeling node, ignoring the weird wet feeling it always evoked, and thought clearly of her cousin's face. She hoped he wasn't busy at the moment.

Long moments passed where the hologram before her remained inactive. She sighed and decided to give it a few more moments before giving up. She counted well past sixty seconds and was just about to remove her hand when a low humming began before the image of her cousin's impatient face began to materialize.

"About time," Peresine said in a dry tone that let her know he was not pleased with her.

"Peresine! I've missed you!" she gushed although with a tad bit more enthusiasm than her usual which only caused him to tilt his head and give her an unimpressed look.

"Yes, you missed me so much you haven't written or called since you've been home."

"You know I've been busy," she pouted almost petulantly.

"As have I," he continued with an unimpressed glare that nearly rivaled Professor Snape's.

"I'm sorry, Perry. I've had so much going on I've barely had time to breathe. Honestly!" she implored.

"Don't call me that," his lip curled at the annoying name she'd given him as children that she only used on occasions such as this, "Now, what's had you so busy that you couldn't possibly take time out of your schedule for me? Hmm?" he leaned forward and his blue-black hair fell over one of his eyes, "I hope it's not what I've heard rumor of. If it is, I'll never forgive you."

She huffed at his stubbornness and placed her hands on her hips.

"And just what have you heard rumor of?"

"The latest gossip," he sneered at the word as if he found it personally offensive, "leads me to believe that you have a few visitors in Espire none of which are from our world."

She pursed her lips so as not to give anything away but of course, Peresine always saw right through her. His stare darkened in annoyance and genuine hurt.

"It's not what you think-," she started.

"Apparently, it is."

Agonizing seconds passed in which they looked at one another, she with a guilty expression and he with an angry disappointed one.

"I know it's not much of an explanation to you but there have been a lot of things I've tried to help my friends with. Harry needed to be removed from his relatives and I wanted them to get a glimpse of our world and understand where I come from. It doesn't mean I forgot about you. I was expecting to see you face-to-face."

He merely gazed blankly at her and she began to worry her bottom lip as she shifted nervously from foot to foot.

"Such devotion you have to these...friends. I wonder...are they just as devoted to you?"

Hermione sighed at the old argument between them.

"Can we just enjoy this moment? Who knows when we'll next speak?"

He frowned at her words, "If you took time out for the people who actually care about you a moment of convenience wouldn't be beyond your grasp."

"I am taking time out. Right now," she said softly.

"Only after receiving my letter, I'm sure."

She released an aggravated sigh, "Does it really matter? I'm here now, eager to speak to one of my most favorite people in the world and all he wants to do is pout and chastise me."

He raised a slightly disbelieving brow, "One of? I thought I was number one."

Her lips twitched, "You'll always be number one to me."

He groaned, "Now, you're just being impertinent."

"How have you been, really? I know you don't like to give unnecessary details in letters so fess up."

He gave her another unimpressed look, "Don't think this means that I forgive you."

"I'll happily grovel until I've earned your forgiveness. Now, talk."

He shrugged, "There's not much to say beyond what I wrote."

"You wrote practically nothing! At least tell me about the decisions you've been allowed to make. I know that must have been fun for you."

He grinned wryly at her and his eyes which she'd long since dubbed "the impossible blue" sparkled a bit, "Fun isn't the word I'd use. Elucidating, informative, and character-building are far more apt in their description."

"Don't pretend as if you're not bursting at the seam. What did Uncle Imriy let you do?"

He grinned brightly at her, "Jealous?"

She rolled her eyes, "You're only two years older than me. I'll be given the same opportunities soon enough."

"Not if Uncle Al has anything to say about it, you won't."

"Not like we'll have much choice now. I'm the runner-up."

He sobered a bit, "It's not like you'll do it alone. I'll be right beside you and I doubt your father will be relinquishing his title anytime soon."

"Thanks but I want you to remember this conversation in the future when you're annoyed with me relying on you too much."

His face softened with an almost wistful look, "You never annoy me, Hermione. I'll be there...willingly."

She blushed happily at his words as she knew he meant them.

"I'll always be there for you, as well. Never forget that."

For the first time since their call began, his expression lightened to the open and easygoing manner she was accustomed to from him and she knew she was well on her way to being forgiven.

"I've been attending several meetings with the League of Confidantes," he offered, "It was my decision on where the Blowing of the Trumpets will take place this year. It's not much but it's something for me to gain more experience in."

She blinked in shock, although not at his humility, "A small thing? That's one of the biggest upcoming events. Uncle Imriy must really trust you to give you that much responsibility," she grinned happily at him, "Congratulations!"

"It's nothing," he smiled.

"It's everything and you know it. So, where is this taking place since, apparently, we won't be able to make it?"

Peresine shifted in the seat he was in as he sat back and she could see the surrounding room behind him.

"Senex Vernix seemed the most appropriate."

She thought about the land and the role it played in world history with an appreciative nod.

"That's poetic, symmetrical even. It's very wise of you."

"It's the land where all people came together once. I think it would be a great omen for our future, as well."

She grinned at him, "Just when I think I can't be any more impressed with you than I already am."

"Don't pour it on too thick, Hermione. I still expect an avalanche of groveling to come my way."

Her expression turned mischievous, "Dal and Mercy will probably block the majority of said avalanche."

Peresine's eyes rolled upward, "The brats are uncontrollable, Hermione. I don't know if I'll make it to the solstice."

"You adore them."

"Only when they're not around. I would gladly trade you and become an only child."

"Tempting but I think I'll pass," she giggled.

"Of course, who in their right mind would take on two balls of trouble if they could avoid it?" Peresine huffed in playful exasperation.

"I can't wait until the solstice. We're going to have so much fun," she gushed.

Peresine's brows raised contemplatively, "We'll have a lot of making up to do," he smirked at her, "And groveling."

She held in a groan, "You're not going to let this go are you?"

Peresine shook his head in amusement.

"No."

She opened her mouth to respond when she noticed him abruptly turn to look behind him before turning back to her with a disappointed look.

"You have to go," she stated with a frown.

Peresine sighed with a forlorn expression, "I have to go," he reiterated, "I'll be calling you soon, though, so if you miss it get back to me, promptly."

"Yes, Prince Peresine," she responded to his order in a saccharine voice and batted eyelashes usually associated with his fan club.

He glared at her, "Don't."

She burst out in laughter at his wary expression.

"I'll see you soon, Perry."

His glare deepened at the name before giving her a glittering mischievous smile, "See you soon, Bijou."

Her face soured at the nickname she hated and the last thing she saw was his laughing face before their connection ended.


Severus Snape stepped carefully and quietly into the nondescript building with his shields up and his wand ready. The place was dark and dank with no signs of life either presently or previously. His obsidian eyes scoured the place with the precision of a machine as he melded with the shadows. Once he came to an invisible barrier he tensed before gliding through.

On the other side was a room that appeared like an oasis due to its contrast to the rest of the building. Fine furniture and a roaring fireplace made up the entirety of the room. In the midst of the isolated luxury paced a tall blond wizard who appeared to be increasingly at his wit's end. Said blond stopped abruptly at the sight of the scowling newcomer.

"Severus," Lucius's cracked voice was not as refined as it usually was, "I thought I'd be sending Draco off again before you'd show up."

Severus retained his eye roll as he scanned the room.

"Surely, you didn't arrange this meeting without drinks on hand?"

Lucius gave him a withering look that did not hold nearly as much potency as it usually did.

"Of course, not. Tippy!"

A beleaguered and eager house elf popped up waiting for instruction.

"Yes, Master Lucius?"

"Two glasses of our finest."

The elf popped away for only a few moments before returning with a tray laden with two glasses and a bottle of wizarding liquor that Severus knew was worth a decade of his salary, possibly more. He hadn't even been certain before this moment that said liquor actually existed. Only the filthy rich were allowed to glance at it let alone purchase it.

Severus slid into the nearest chair after he'd received his glass and held in a sigh. The seat felt better than it looked. The sip he took of the richly dark liquid nearly made his eyes roll in the back of his head but his iron-clad composure won out. Finest wizarding liquor, indeed.

"You might as well sit, Lucius," he said as he took another sip of his drink.

Lucius sneered at him, "Why thank you, Severus, for offering me a seat on my own furniture, in my own room, in my own building!"

Severus gazed closely at his oldest friend who looked harried and worn out.

"You can cease with the dramatics, as well," he drawled with a tinge of impatience, "Contrary to your belief, my time is every bit as precious as yours."

Lucius glared at him some more before falling inelegantly into the chair across from him and taking a large gulp of his own drink.

"I am suspicious of your composure," Lucius eyed him intensely, "What exactly are you getting out of the complete rupture of our world?"

Severus said nothing for an interminable moment before speaking so softly that Lucius barely heard him.

"Rupture or new beginning?"

Lucius leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gray eyes more intense than Severus had ever seen them.

"The Ministry is in shambles. Fudge has practically disappeared. The contacts I have in France, Belgium, and Portugal report practically the same. The Wizengamot is in complete disarray," Lucius began to hiss his next words, "The Dark Lord has been in a constant state of agitation and the only saving grace on that end is that only a select few even know he's alive. The only thing still operating within some semblance of reality is Gringotts!"

"I am well aware of the Dark Lord's...aggravation with the current situation."

Lucius raised a brow, "Then act like it."

"What would you have me do, Lucius? Pace around isolated buildings drinking liquor that costs more than the entirety of Hogsmeade, like you? My role is balancing a tightrope between two equally formidable masters. I'll leave the dramatics to you."

Instead of replying with more dramatics like Severus expected Lucius merely continued to gaze at him with an intensity that made him uncomfortable.

"What. Do. You. Know?" Lucius bit out.

"As much as y-"

Lucius interrupted him with a vicious expression, "Don't you dare lie to me, Severus. You are clearly privy to something that I am not. I demand you tell me!"

Severus raised an imperious brow, "Demand?"

"You owe me."

Severus truly hated the truth of that statement. He did owe Lucius, a lot. He'd single-handedly made Hogwarts a tolerable experience, especially in the years that he'd attended with him. He'd also looked out for him on more than one perilous occasion. There was also the point of fact that he was Draco's Godfather. He just really despised being in anyone's debt, even if it was someone he liked.

He spoke delicately, "There is much I am privy to but much I am not. It would be unwise at this juncture to tell you anything else."

"Am I to believe that this has something to do with the Headmaster?" Lucius asked haltingly.

"For once, the Headmaster is not in control. We should be thankful for small mercies."

"No," Lucius's mouth twisted in distaste, "Apparently, control goes to an unknown group of beings who are apparently our progenitors."

"In a sense," Severus replied once more with delicacy.

"You said that there is much you are privy to. I suggest you share it or put the glass down and stop guzzling my drink."

Severus stared at the dark liquid swirling in his glass before acknowledging Lucius, once more.

"You are intelligent and cunning enough to piece together some semblance of what's going on, Lucius."

"I want to know your part in it, Severus. It is clear to me that you play some significant role even if others, including our Lord, may overlook that fact."

Severus sighed and sat his glass down on the table in front of him.

"What do you know of these beings you referred to as progenitors?"

"Next to nothing," Lucius stated looking entirely put out about the fact, "They clearly have enough power to dismantle not just our government but many others. They must be powerful."

"They are," Severus stated simply.

Lucius eyed him in growing fascination.

"You've met them?"

"I will tell you the little I know but I ask that you keep this to yourself. I am still bound to two masters regardless of what befalls our world."

Lucius gathered himself to resemble the dignified man he'd always known as he gazed at him with cool solemnity.

"I have never betrayed a confidence, least of all yours, Severus. If you wish it I will carry your words to the grave."

Severus knew as much but they were in turbulent times. One could never be too careful. As he was a naturally paranoid man that went doubly so for him.

"While the Headmaster is not directly involved, he knows far more than anyone else as he and a few key members of the Order have met directly with the head of these...beings."

"How...unsurprising," Lucius sneered.

"It wasn't entirely intentional. From what I gather they weren't there to see him but to speak with Black."

Lucius's eyes narrowed.

"Sirius Black?"

Severus's face darkened as it always did at the thought of the detestable wizard, "The one and only."

"And so the plot thickens," Lucius ruminated, "Not only is our highly esteemed Headmaster in contact, and most obviously, cahoots, with an escaped convict but said convict has gained the notice of a group of beings with enough power to unseat our world."

This time Severus leaned forward in his seat and mimicked Lucius's pose. His dark hair fell forward framing his face.

"This is where it gets...extremely interesting and shocking...for you," Severus smirked, "No doubt if Draco were here, the boy would probably faint."

Lucius eyed him with suspicion and wariness.

"Just what would be so shocking that Draco would have need to faint?"

"You are familiar with the name, Hermione Granger?"

There was a flash of something in Lucius's eyes that was too quick to decipher.

"A muggleborn?"

Severus gave Lucius credit for not speaking the words with any amount of disgust.

"Yes, but not so muggleborn."

Lucius's head tilted and his eyes narrowed as he began to piece together what it was Severus was trying to impart to him.

"I'm not in the mood for guessing games just spit it out, Severus."

Severus's smirk grew, "The head of these progenitors, nay the King and Queen of these beings are none other than Mr. and Mrs. Granger."

It was Severus's sadistic side that enjoyed the myriad of expressions that crossed Lucius's face. First, there was incomprehension at his words then there was dawning realization. Upon realization there was shock. Shock segued into denial. Denial morphed into dismay.

"No," was all Lucius could say.

"Yes."

"No," Lucius said more emphatically as if his words alone could change the reality he'd been forced into.

"Yes."

Lucius jumped up, "Impossible!"

Severus leaned back as Lucius began to pace once more.

"Impossible is another group of beings you were unaware of coming down from the heavens and declaring their ancient dominion over you. Impossible has happened and will continue to happen."

Luciu's pacing increased and he only paused to take large gulps from his glass until he had to stop altogether and refill.

"Where do you stand in this new dawning order, Severus?"

"Far better than you, old friend."

Lucius's eyes cut to him quickly and with a precision that was nearly a physical feeling.

"Elaborate."

"I am still new to the details and I have not been given a full disclosure...yet," he leaned back in his chair knowing the next bit of news would probably be the worst for Lucius, "Apparently, certain bloodlines were highly ranked thousands of years ago and they require that those rankings be...reinstated."

Lucius took a great heaving breath with a clenched jaw, "Getting information out of you is like trying to remove a centaur from a forest."

Severus forged forward with ripping off the band-aid, "The Prince's are an old and noble line. They were not only Lords but served the Royal Family directly on several occasions. Because I am the only living Prince it is I who has been called to reclaim the title and resume my ancestor's duty."

Minutes passed in which only the crackling from the fireplace could be heard. Lucius looked like a frozen statue, unblinking and with a severe expression etched onto his pointed features. He knew Lucius was coalescing everything he'd learned and comprehending the totality of his words.

"You were called," Lucius finally said.

"I was," Severus stated softly.

"I was not," Lucius stated almost incomprehensibly.

Severus said nothing as he waited for his friend to catch up on the new hierarchy. It was a day that he knew powerful people like the Malfoys would view as a waking nightmare. To no longer be at the top of society would be nothing short of traumatic for him.

"This doesn't have to be an end, Lucius," Severus began diplomatically, "Nothing has been entirely set in stone, yet."

Severus watched as Lucius began to recalibrate before him. His shoulders straightened and his expression became the haughty superiority he was most familiar with.

"Of course, and regardless Malfoys always come out on top."

Severus said nothing as Lucius tried to regain his mental footing.

"Perhaps," he murmured noncommittally.

"I did not only ask you here to discuss the remaking of our world, although I fully expect to be kept in your confidence and consideration," Lucius stated meaningfully.

Severus merely nodded gravely. He understood the immense sacrifice of ego it was taking for Lucius to even ask that much.

"Whatever power I possess in the future will be at your disposal," Severus vowed.

For probably the first time in weeks, Lucius relaxed the tense posture in his shoulders.

"Then, I suggest we keep you alive long enough to see the future."

Severus's brows crinkled at the sequitur, "Am I in danger?"

"We all are. The Dark Lord has moved up his plans or changed them altogether. I have not been trusted with the details but he is looking to take advantage of our current instability and claim power for himself."

Severus's eyes darkened at the possibility.

"He is not ready."

Lucius' eyes burned brightly with the burden of hapless knowledge.

"He does not care. War is imminent."


Hermione had not seen Remus since their conversation days prior. She felt nearly bowled over with guilt anytime she thought about it. Hopefully, some of the pain Remus had suffered could be removed. The gentle wizard deserved to be at peace and happy.

Mitt Torrison was at present in the palace and had been received just hours prior. She knew for a fact that he was currently having lunch with Remus and discussing everything he knew. Her body practically itched with the desire to be at said meeting but she wasn't sure if Remus would have wanted her there.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?" Alchaeus answered as he perused the latest intel on his holo device at his personal desk.

"Do you ever feel...guilty about the decisions made by our ancestors or our...kind?"

Her father stopped reading and raised his head to look at her.

"This is about Remus Lupin?"

She nodded the ringlets that made up her hair for the day swinging freely as she did so.

"I told him about the history of lycanthropy and the part we played in it."

He gave her a considering look, "He must not have taken the information well."

She sighed, "He didn't. He was really upset and I don't blame him."

Her father watched her closely for a long moment, "Nor do I."

"I wonder if not so much the decision that was made is the problem or the fact that they had the power to make such a decision."

Her father gave her a sad smile, "It is a conundrum is it not? Anyone in a position of power will greatly affect those who are subject to that power, for better or worse. The fact that you can see it for the flaw that it is puts you ahead of the curve."

She raised her knees up and wrapped her arms around them with a frown.

"How? It feels like no matter what decision gets made someone is going to suffer."

"Unfortunately, that is the nature of this place. The land of polarity. The duality. You are always dealing with two extremes and fighting like hell to find and maintain the balance between the two. It's not easy. Being a leader is, quite possibly, the worst job anyone could ever sign up for."

"Even more when you don't sign up?" Hermione muttered quietly.

"Yes," he slowly nodded his head, "Even more."

"Is that why you never wanted to become King?" she asked tentatively while peering closely at him.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise at her words.

"Where would you have heard that?"

Hermione twisted a curl around her finger idly, "You and Mama think your conversations are child-proof but I can read between the lines even if I didn't have the proper context then...I understand better now."

Alchaeus tilted his head in thought as he searched for the words to share with his daughter whose mind far surpassed the average person's.

"You are correct. I did not want this life but, as you know, what I want...what anyone in this bloodline wants is not...significant in the grand scheme of things. For whatever the higher purposes may be we were chosen to be the ones to lead the world and we are affixed to its alignment the same as the stars are affixed to the sky. That is something I regret bringing you into. I would love for you to have the choice that I did not."

"I'm afraid I may make the wrong decision and people will get hurt by it," she whispered fearfully, "What if I cause some great cataclysm or suffering like lycanthropy?"

Alchaeus stood from his chair and strode over to the cream-colored chaise she was sitting on. He sat down beside her and drew her into his side. She relished in the safety that his embrace brought her.

"I, nor your mother, are going anywhere anytime soon. You need not worry about making life-altering decisions just yet as you're not even of age."

"Perry's making decisions."

"You talked to your cousin?"

"Umhm, he got to choose where the Blowing of the Trumpets will be this year."

"Really?" Alchaeus took a moment to feel proud of his nephew, "So it was he that chose Senex Vernix?"

"Yep," Hermione smiled in pride, as well.

"He's nearly a man and will need to get as much experience for what's to come."

"As will I," Hermione twisted her head to stare stubbornly at her father.

"Within reason, Hermione. I'm not going to throw you into the fire, just yet, especially when you're already grappling with the moral consequences of making decisions. Focus on enjoying the last few years of your childhood and leave the depressing philosophical drama to the adults."

She sighed, "I would be happy to but I don't feel I actually have that luxury. Being at Hogwarts taught me that my age won't shelter me from certain knowledge or experiences. I'm already in the thick of it I might as well prepare myself now."

Alchaeus gave a great heaving sigh, "While that's all true I want you to, at least, try to relax and focus on having fun. I recall you regaling me with grievances over Harry thinking it's on him to save everyone and everything. You are entirely oblivious to the fact that you are the exact same way. You take responsibility for things that have nothing to do with you and then take it upon yourself to re-establish and enact some long lost justice."

Her brows furrowed over his words and her eyes widened slightly at the realization that it was true. How had she never noticed that about herself? She truly was oblivious.

She grumbled, "You're like a...metaphysical mirror."

Her father laughed and she snuggled deeper into his hold to get closer to the pleasant vibration that stemmed from his chest.

"One thing I learned by the time I was your age is that family is for humbling whatever unrealistic notions you may harbor about yourself."

"I suppose I've learned it today, as well."

"It's a good lesson," her father chuckled.

They sat in contented silence for long minutes, just enjoying the other's presence. Hermione tried to do exactly as her father bid and just focus on being her age and whatever came along with that but other thoughts wouldn't be kept at bay. She was very much aware of the growing rebellion against the re-unification of their world. The matter of Voldemort in magical Britain, alone, kept her mind in a whirl.

"Do we really have to wait until the winter solstice to see them?" she asked referencing the rest of their family.

"Unfortunately," Alchaeus said not sounding any happier about it than she, "We're all pretty filled up until then. I've had to make a lot of concessions just to buy us that time. Sorry, Princess."

She sighed, "It's okay."

"Hopefully, the time will pass quickly and it'll be here before you know it. In the meantime have you finished your homework?"

"Yes," she nodded, "We're still in the mental stages of prepping for flying and only dealing in theory for elementalism."

"Theory is good," Alchaeus smiled at the putout look on her face, "It provides a necessary and stable foundation for when you begin the practical."

"I know, I guess I'm just being impatient."

"You're just overthinking, as usual," he gave her a pointed look then laid a gentle kiss on her brow before standing, "You get that from your mother."

He went back to his desk and picked up his holo device intent on finishing the massive reports he'd been sent. He gazed questioningly at Hermione when he saw her stand and stretch.

"I'll leave you to your work."

"You don't have to go but I know watching me read isn't the most fun pastime."

"I actually don't mind," Hermione smiled beatifically at him, "But I really want to know how the meeting with Remus is going."

Her father shook his head in amusement at her before sitting down.

"That's been killing you hasn't it?"

"You have no idea," she stated.

"Go on then," he motioned to the door, "But be back for dinner."

She waved to her father and quickly exited bubbling with nerves and excitement. She really hoped that things would work out for Remus. She was also eager to meet the man who was the leader in all things about the curse.

She stopped in surprise when she arrived at the meeting room and noticed it was vacant. There was still food lining the table and five place settings with remnants of an eaten meal. She knew Sirius and Harry had accompanied Remus and an assistant had accompanied Mitt to the palace which accounted for all five seats.

"Where could they be?" she mumbled to herself.

She walked through the palace going over a list of potential locations they could have went to. She could look for a palace locator which is just an inbuilt map of every room and person that currently occupies the space. She could also reach out with her magic and sense for certain signatures. It was an ability that only those whose blood was tied to the land and structure could do, which in this case was her family. It wasn't something she'd ever tried in so large a place, though.

"It's nice to know that you will be hard at thought no matter where you are."

Hermione had ended up at the base of a grand staircase and looked up to see her Head of House, gliding down the steps in robes she knew the palace had to have provided. 'Former Head of House', she thought with a pang.

"Professor McGonagall! How are you? Are you enjoying the palace?"

Her stern professor stopped at the next to last step and peered down at her with a soft expression she'd never seen.

"Princess," Professor McGonagall gave her a cross between a curtsy and a bow.

"That's really not necessary, Professor," she quickly stated.

Professor McGonagall straightened herself and gave Hermione a more familiar look. It was one she usually doled out to students who she felt weren't applying themselves to the lesson.

"I assure you it is, Princess. I may not be a member of your world but I have since become familiar with your protocol. As for your question, yes I am," Professor McGonagall's usually stoic expression softened into a small smile, "The palace is beautiful and so are the people. I have learned a lot over the time we've been here."

"That's great," Hermione smiled in relief, "I wasn't sure how any of you would take it. I don't think the Weasleys are faring as well."

Professor McGonagall gave her a knowing look, "By Weasleys you mean Molly and Arthur?"

Hermione nodded sheepishly, "More so Mrs. Weasley than Mr. Weasley, I think. She's just been holing herself up in their apartment and forcing Ginny to stay with her."

Professor McGonagall frowned at that, "Perhaps I should have a chat with her."

"Oh no, Professor. That won't be necessary. It's just something I observed. I know this world can be a bit overwhelming if you're not used to it, kind of like how muggles must feel when first introduced to your world."

"I suppose," Professor McGonagall's lips were pinched with doubt, "Would you mind walking with me for a mo'?"

Hermione fell into step beside her favorite professor.

"Your parents thought it would be prudent to let me know about your impending exit from Hogwarts."

Hermione nearly paused in her walk but continued on when Professor McGonagall showed no sign of stopping.

"Yes," was all she could think to say.

Professor McGonagall's eyes skittered to her in curiosity before focusing on the path in front of them.

"You are happy with this decision?"

"Not entirely, no. It's more so that I understand and agree with it."

Professor McGonagall hummed in agreement.

"I suppose those are my sentiments, as well."

This time Hermione did stop in surprise.

"You agree?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips in her usually strict way, "I am not happy with losing my best and brightest student," Hermione's face brightened momentarily at that unguarded praise from her favorite teacher, "I understand why your parents feel the need to do so. Hogwarts is not safe and even less so now that He Who Must Not Be Named has arisen."

She was shocked that Professor McGonagall was admitting that Hogwarts wasn't safe. She had naturally assumed that the Deputy Headmistress was on board with everything concerning the Headmaster's decisions. It hadn't occurred to her that Professor McGonagall may feel contrary to the overall sentiment that was constantly pushed about the school.

"Harry might not be returning, either."

That put a gobsmacked expression on the professor's face.

"Why ever not?"

"It turns out that he and Sirius are descendants of ancient lines of old Lords. If he agrees to take on his Lordship he'll need training that Hogwarts can't provide," she explained as they slowly resumed their walk.

"And what of the Weasleys? Will they not be returning?"

Hermione shrugged, "As far as I know they should be."

"Well," Professor McGonagall spoke in a huff, "It appears a lot has transpired beyond my notice."

"My apologies," Hermione said, "So much is still undecided I didn't think it was necessary to inform the group just yet."

"You will be greatly missed, Miss Granger, and Potter too if he decides to stay."

"Thank you," Hermione said bashfully, "I'll miss Hogwarts and you and all of my other professors. Despite the danger, I've really enjoyed my time there."

"I'm assuming you'll be attending a school in this world?"

"I'll have tutors, actually."

Professor McGonagall hummed at that bit of information.

"What exactly will you be learning? Will it be a continuation of your studies from Hogwarts?"

Hermione held in a smile at the academic concern her professor was displaying.

"Not quite. Our subjects are a bit different even if they may cover similar things. I'll still be learning Charms, Defense, Arithmancy, and the like it just won't be called that and will go further in depth."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "I would love to be able to see what type of curriculum your world has and just how much it differs from ours."

They slowed to a stop within a bustling atrium. Everyone who walked past them stopped and curtsied or bowed before continuing on with their busy day. Hermione greeted each with a smile and an acknowledgment of their name if she knew it.

"Professor McGonagall, I am ready when you are. Princess."

Hermione turned to a bowing palace Dove whose name she did not know. He was an older man with dark chestnut hair and dark brown eyes. His overcoat was one typically worn when leaving the palace so that whatever errands they had would be given priority and efficiency. She turned to her professor in surprise.

"You were going out for the day, Professor?"

Professor McGonagall nodded crisply with a slight blush to her cheeks that Hermione found fascinating.

"I am, indeed, Princess. Our visit to town for your Commencement whet my curiosity."

Hermione was pleasantly surprised. She didn't think anyone else in their group had thought to travel beyond the palace. Perhaps, they were unaware that they could?

"Well, I won't keep you. Have fun," she waved goodbye.

She watched as Professor McGonagall and the Dove bowed before walking off together. They were chatting amiably to one another as if they were well acquainted. She had never seen her professor so animated and lively. It was almost jarring to witness.

After seeing off her professor she went back to her earlier goal. She walked to an open room that was currently unoccupied. She thought this time would be as good as any other in practicing her magic within an inbound space.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply imagining the magic in the air around her converging with the magic inside of her. She used Harry as her focal point as he was the one to who she had the greatest emotional attachment. In her mind, there was a large view of the entire palace and its grounds but not in any way she could describe as first, second, or third-dimensional. It was like having a view of multiple places at once as if she suddenly had many eyes like an insect.

There were many bodies flitting around the hyper-dimensional space in her mind. Since this was her first time trying this in such a large space she pushed her focal point through the viewing of the palace. It took tremendous mental effort and she could feel a bit of perspiration beading on her forehead. It was like trying to jam a piece of furniture through a doorway that was too small.

Eventually, something gave way and she nearly sagged in relief as it did. Her mind honed in on an area of the palace that was usually reserved for the townspeople. It was used as a tourist attraction on certain days in the year as it served as a bit of a museum. There were artifacts from past notable people and a few from any Royals who had ever stayed at the palace. Hermione and her parents were the first to use this particular palace as a residence for such a long time.

She headed that way but took a longer route than usual so that she would not run into as many people. Upon entering the area she didn't see anyone immediately. There were podiums with interactive books set up all around the room and holographic screens along the wall giving a literal play-by-play of history about the palace and the city.

An indoor pool with glistening blue water segued from the outside in. A tiny island sat in the middle of the pool with ebony sand and exotic fauna that no longer existed in the outer realms. The magical doors leading to the outside were visibly solid showing that no outside visitors were allowed for the day. She'd remembered being fascinated with the open room as a child. She'd wanted to understand the magic necessary to create a visible door that halved the pool from the outside without disturbing its waters.

It was only when she stepped further into the room that she noticed there was a group of people standing near a pillar, deep in conversation. She spotted Harry immediately and her heart rate went up as it often did when he was in the vicinity. He looked handsome in his dark blue robes with golden lining. His hair looked a windswept mess as usual and his eyes were bright and attentive to whatever was being said. He must have sensed her presence because he blinked and turned in his head around until he saw her. His mouth fell open in surprise before a tiny grin split his lips.

"Hermione."

She was a bit too far away to hear her name but she could tell by his mouth movements that he had spoken it. Everyone in their group stopped to look at her and she felt herself blush somewhat bashfully before walking towards them. As she came near Mitt Torrison who was nowhere near as tall as she had thought he would be, as well as his assistant who was a frail-looking older woman immediately bowed.

She nearly laughed at the scandalized look they threw at Remus, Sirius, and Harry for not doing so, as well. While Remus quickly tried to rectify the mistake, Sirius and Harry were staring at her and thus oblivious to the others. As she drew closer Sirius gave her an ostentatious bow topped with a cursive hand flourish.

"Princess," Sirius grinned.

Harry clumsily gave her a bow as his eyes scanned her figure with a blush. She nearly balked at the sight. Was Harry checking her out or was he just looking at her robes? 'It must be the robes', she resolved to herself in disappointment.

"Hello. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Course not, Princess Hermione," Mitt Torrison spoke with the heavy drawn-out accent that was found in his province and a few others, "We've discussed all the meat and bones and was down here for a bit o' dessert."

She blinked in a bit of fresh amusement at his description.

"Since, he's apparently forgotten his manners, as well as his protocol briefing, I'll introduce myself," the older woman spoke crisply but with a matronly flair, "Gladia Optele of the Fallahalands. It is a marked pleasure to meet you."

"I was getting to it," Mitt grumbled at the woman.

"Sure," she gave him an unimpressed looking before focusing back on Hermione, "Officially, I'm his research assistant."

Hermione's lips twitched to stem her amusement as she asked, "And unofficially?"

The woman's stoic expression did not falter, "His nanny."

Sirius burst out laughing and Remus chuckled while Harry grinned at the duo. Clearly, they'd already been exposed to the two's unconventional relationship.

"You just had to go and embarrass me in front of royalty," Mitt groused.

Gladia gave him an unimpressed look, "Since when were you capable of being embarrassed? You must have caught something on the way in."

Hermione bit her bottom lip to restrain her grin.

"She's been tanning my hide all day," Mitt bent towards her and his long golden-brown hair fell over his face like a shadow, "It's the only reason I haven't fired her. I fear she'll murder me."

"You can't afford to fire me but I stick around 'cause you're more liable to grow a tree from your scalp than manage anything without me."

Despite their light-hearted rancor, it was obvious the two adored one another. She wondered for a moment how long they must have known each other to have such a rapport.

"As you can see, me, Moony, and Pup have been entertained with our esteemed guests," Sirius grinned at her.

"And I thought I was here to provide information and solutions not entertainment," Mitt grinned at Sirius.

Sirius shrugged, "Who says you can't do both?"

"True," Mitt nodded before giving her what she guessed he thought passed as a more dignified look, "Is there anything I can do for you, Princess Hermione?"

"I should be asking you that. You are our guests, after all. I was just insuring your visit was going well."

"More than well, Princess Hermione," Gladia spoke, "These fine gentlemen have been wonderful. I've enjoyed getting to know them, Mr. Lupin, especially."

Remus's smile turned a bit shy at the older woman's praise. Not wanting to embarrass Rems further she decided to pivot the conversation to the area they were in.

"What made you guys decide to come here?"

"That was my fault," Mitt grinned while gazing around him, "A friend of mine said he'd visited this place once. I wanted to see what the fuss was. 'Course, I've been through the actual palace and not just the room designated for the peasants."

Hermione nearly laughed at the admonishing glare Gladia sent Mitt at his tactless words. Mitt was completely oblivious, though.

"This room is a brilliant piece of history, Princess Hermione, and remarkably well preserved," Gladia added while still glaring at Mitt.

"Is there anything this palace doesn't have?" Harry asked.

Hermione shrugged with a grin, "It's a palace. They're self-sustaining, sort of like miniature cities. Hogwarts was the same when it was first built."

Harry blinked in surprise at her words, "Really?"

"What's a hog wart?" Mitt asked with interest before waving his hand, "I mean other than the obvious."

"It's our school," Harry answered.

"In the outerlands?"

"Yes. Magical Britain to be exact," Hermione added.

"Scotland to be more exact," Harry amended with a mischievous grin at her.

She narrowed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Ahem," Remus cleared his throat, "Would it be okay if I could have a private word with you, Princess?"

Remus's voice was strained and he looked nervous.

"I think I saw something about a ghost beheading maidens in a book just over there. It looked absolutely fascinating!" Sirius herded the rest of the group a ways down to their bemusement.

"He has absolutely no subtlety," Hermione said in wry amusement.

Remus shrugged, "It comes in handy sometimes."

She fidgeted a bit under Remus's anxious gaze before her words began tumbling out.

"I'm really sorry, Remus," she rushed out, "I know you probably hate me now. You probably hate everyone here and really I don't blame you! What happened was completely awful and unethical. It was entirely irresponsible and immoral. I mean, what were they thinking? They weren't! They couldn't have been! Or worse yet, they were thinking and they did it deliberately. That would be horrendous! How could the-"

"Hermione!"

She blinked and focused on Remus whose eyebrows were so high they practically disappeared under his slight fringe.

"Breathe," Remus said gently.

Hermione did just that by taking a huge breath.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Hermione," he started, "No, Princess, you don't have to apologize. I wanted to speak to you so that I could apologize."

"You?" she asked confused, "Why would you need to apologize?"

Remus frowned but she could tell it was directed at himself.

"I was rude the last time we talked. I got angry and...upset. I didn't want you to think that I was angry at you, though. I don't consider any of this to be your fault."

She shook her head, "You weren't rude. You walked out after hearing disturbing information. You did nothing wrong."

"You're very gracious, Hermio-Princess," he smiled softly at her.

"So," she cleared her throat, "I'd really like to pretend like I'm not dying to know what Gnovis Torrison has said to you but I think that would just be a waste of time," she gazed earnestly up at him.

Remus let out a hearty laugh at her words.

"I thought you'd be at the meeting with your parents."

She shook her head, "They're extremely busy all day and I wasn't sure if you wanted me there."

"I wouldn't have minded. Besides, Mitt and Gladia had a lot of questions about this place that we couldn't answer. That's how we ended up here," Remus motioned to the room, "Mitt wanted to roam the palace before visiting the visitor's area."

"So the meeting went well?"

Remus nodded with a faint wistful smile, "More than well, actually. If everything he told me is true then I'll forever be in your family's debt."

Hermione shook her head, "There is no debt, Prof-...Remus. In fact, you can consider this as us repaying you a debt. Lycanthropy was our mistake, after all."

"I'm still grateful that you invited me on this trip and that you're offering me...respite from an...illness I've had to deal with all my life."

Hermione smiled widely at him, "If that's a thank you then you are absolutely welcome. You deserve a pain-free life. Everyone afflicted does."

A slight shadow fell across Remus's face, "I wondered...about others. If they knew that there was something better than wolfsbane. I wonder if they'd take it?"

Hermione's thoughts started firing with untold speed just as it always did when she was on the cusp of an idea.

"What exactly did Gnovis Torrison say?"

Remus took a breath and stole a glance at the group who were a ways down marveling at an animated statue, "He said that there is a ritual that is done. It's very tricky and temperamental. There has to be a specific alignment of stars, moon phases, potions, sigils, and a bunch of other things that slightly went over my head. At the end of it all, it's supposed to permanently subdue the wolf into something more akin to an animagus form. Even the ability to spread it dies."

She nodded, her mind still firing quickly. That was more or less what she'd read about the 'Baph of Laiykinthropy' as it's called. There were some details that were kept secret that hadn't been included in any of the books she'd acquired but the gist was more or less the same.

"I've had a few ideas ever since I found out about lycanthropy and I'll have to talk it over with my parents first but I also wanted your expertise as it greatly involves you, if you're amenable," she chewed nervously on her bottom lip.

Remus looked slightly surprised, "Me? I'll assist you in any way you need."

"Once the ritual has been performed and you're free from the worst parts of the curse I was wondering..." she trailed off, bracing herself for his possible rejection, "I want to create a task force, so to speak. A group that can set out to help anyone suffering from the curse. Gnovis Torrison, although he's the leading head in knowledge of the curse and the best remedy for it, he's still quite busy studying and trying to find a way to destroy the curse altogether. I was hoping if you wouldn't mind heading it?"

Remus stood gaping at her for a long moment, his mouth parted.

"You want me to head a task force?" he finally asked.

"Yes," she nodded still anxiously waiting for his answer.

"You want me to head a task force to relieve other werewolves of lycanthropy?"

"Yes," she nodded again, "It makes sense to use someone who's actually dealt with the curse rather than just studied it," she tried to argue her point more.

"Are you...Are you sure about this, Princess? I wouldn't think I was the most classified for something like this," Remus drew a shaky hand through his hair.

"You're the most qualified I know. You've never allowed the curse to override your humanity. You'll be able to reach out to others better for it. I'm sure there are many who've been fighting just as hard as you."

Remus's eyes swung wildly about, "There are many who are too stuck in their ways. They've become one with the wolf."

"You may still be able to persuade them and even still we'll need to track the more dangerous ones down and unfortunately force them through the ritual," Remus's eyes widened at that and she hastened to explain, "It's the only way to stop the spread of the curse."

Remus relaxed a bit at that, "I suppose that makes sense," his eyes fell to the floor, his brows furrowed before looking up at her again, "You mean to put an end to lycanthropy, worldwide?"

"Yes," she said firmly.

'Among other things', she thought.

Suddenly, it was as if an additional shadow she had never noticed fled from Remus and he stood just a bit taller.

"I'll do it."

"Really?!" she practically screeched before clamping her hand over her mouth in horror.

Remus's lips twitched at her outburst as his eyes filled with mirth.

"Yes, I will be honored to assist you in ridding the world of lycanthropy."

She had to restrain herself from hugging the man and not only due to propriety. She wasn't sure if Remus would welcome his person being assaulted by her over-zealousness. She settled for grinning wildly at him instead.

"I'll have to get everything approved by my father but I doubt he'll have any issues."

"Something good must have happened. I think your scream pierced that magical glass over there."

She gave Sirius a playful glare as he strode up to her and Remus with the rest of the group in tow.

"What happened?" Harry practically whispered in her ear.

She valiantly fought to control the heat that washed over her body at his proximity.

"I was just catching up on what you all have discussed so far."

Remus's brows raised at her leaving out her proposition. She gave him an assured smile in response. It was far too early to let everyone else know what she had planned, especially when she hadn't even discussed or gotten approval from her parents first.

Harry eyed her with a bit of suspicion. He knew her well enough to know when she was withholding information but he didn't press her on it and she was grateful. She would confide in him later.

"The ritual is very complicated but straightforward. I doubt Remus will have any problems," Gladia stated matter-of-factly, "We were about to discuss the details and the appointment when Mitt decided to wander off."

The man in question glared at his companion before grinning widely at her.

"Well, then. Shall we?" Mitt motioned towards the door.

"It's not dangerous, is it?" Hermione asked in concern.

"All rituals are dangerous to an extent but I like to think that we've mastered this one," Mitt said a bit grimly.

"For once, he's not being arrogant," Gladia assured, "Not only have we done this a total of thirty-six times but we have implemented safety measures to protect the patient from anything that could go wrong and so far, nothing has."

Hermione relaxed at that as they headed back to the meeting room. She would have never forgiven herself if she inadvertently put Remus in more danger and pain. She shared a soft hopeful smile with Harry who had been watching her curiously. The future looked bright and she would do anything to keep it that way.


A/N: As always, thank you for taking time out to read my story and I hope everything is going well for you. I appreciate each and every one of you. Until next time! :)