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Changing My Life

Chapter 32: Just A Little History

They had discussed as a group what would be best to do, then all four of them left the room quickly to change it into the room they normally use except with a little modification. The library was now longer than it was wide and the open side where the library used to cover now held another research table that was littered with maps and plans with a huge map hanging on the wall. Harry and Draco were sitting on the couch reading while Hermione and Hayden in the new area which was secluded from the other half of the room.

Hayden was standing on the side of the table facing the wall looking over some of the papers while Hermione was standing opposite her supposed to be looking at papers back found herself glancing at the other girl.

"You need something?" Hayden asked not looking up having felt Hermione's constant glances.

"What?" Hermione responded taken by surprise. Hayden looked up at her.

"You keep glancing at me. So, I repeat, do you need something?" There was something in her tone that Hermione couldn't place but the look in her eye she could, it was the one Hayden always seemed to have when talking to her.

"Did I ever do anything to you or something?" Hermione asked bluntly. At her blank start Hermione continued, "Because I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me, I can't pin point what it is, but it's definitely not a happy emotion." Hayden sighed and looked down for a few seconds.

"You're right, I look at you in a certain light. I know you're not her, but you remind me so much of her." Hayden sighed.

"Future me?" Hermione frowned and when Hayden nodded she continued, "Did I-she do something to make you dislike her?" She questioned hesitantly.

"No, well not really I just- okay my mom was always there for me, no matter how stupid of a problem I had, even if it was one she didn't understand. She tried." Hayden looked down. "She didn't want me to go, I was going to go help Chaos with a problem. She didn't want me to, she told me I couldn't go." She took a deep breathe. "We fought, I said things I didn't mean and so did she. I left anyway. When I came back two weeks later, everything was different. She was gone and my life was turned upside down. I spent a few days trying to figure everything out and piece my 'life' history together. Chaos came to me with the problem of a screwed of timeline then realized I already knew about it, and here we are." She admitted. Hermione nodded absently digesting everything. Thinking back a realization popped into her mind.

"You're not magic, are you?" Hermione wondered head tilted staring at Hayden.

"What gives you that impression?" Hayden questioned curiously.

"Earlier when we were in the time vault you or Chaos said about you being a descendant of Chaos, and your powers, they aren't magical." Hermione listed.

"You're right. I'm not magical." Came the short answer.

"So, you were born a squib?" Hermione guessed. Hayden shook her head.

"No, no I was born with magic." She corrected. Hermione nodded absently.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" Hayden looked hesitant to answer.

"When I was six, my mom was pregnant. Something went wrong and he was born two months premature. I don't know exactly what was wrong with him but he was dying and normally his magic would've healed him but his core wasn't generating magic or at least not enough. The healers said he had one maybe two days living off of the magic that had been able to generate. They demanded that a way to save him be found. The healers looked. They did manage to find a way, but it required a magic transfer."

"There is no way Harry'd have agreed to that." Hermione interjected. Hayden nodded.

"You're right, he didn't. He offered himself but the healer explained that it wouldn't work since his magic was technically only half of the mix that was needed and they couldn't take magic from both of them and then mix it because the ratio could be off. They needed someone that had magic that was already a perfect mix. My father was dead set against. He left to go find someone else to find something and I was left with my mother."

"You convinced her to do it." Hermione guessed.

"Well I convinced her to convince my father. The healers said I wouldn't die, I just wouldn't have magic. He took a lot of convincing, and I mean a lot. But seeing his dying son gave him the final push. So, it was done and he got better and better. Eventually he could go home."

"I feel like there's more to this." Hermione commented, causing Hayden to smirk.

"There is, so it was about a year after. Chaos appeared in my dream. He explained everything, and I mean everything. And he began to train me, first it was in martial arts, then my powers and so on and so forth for years."

"If you could would you ever take it back?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Not for a second. Ever. What I can do? It's so much better, and I am way more powerful than I would've been as a witch."

"But why did Chaos choose to give you powers?"

"He didn't. See I always was a descendant, but because of my magic I couldn't use it. The magic blocked it, it was always one or the other and I would make the same choice over and over even if it wasn't to save my brother." Hayden admitted.

"Where is he?" Hermione inquired and at Hayden's cocked head continued, "Your brother."

"He was erased when the timeline got screwed over. Since I was the result of a last fling, he was obviously never made." Hayden answered with indifference before looking back down at the papers in front of her.

"You don't seem overly sad about that. I would've thought-" Hermione was cut off.

"It's not like it was actually all that different." Hayden snapped interrupting her. Hermione's brow furrowed.

"I don't understand." Hermione admitted.

"He wound up to grow up to be on the other side in a war. Actually, a lot of my family was on the opposite side. But it just didn't end up well for him." Hayden explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No need to be, I ended it. So, no reason to be upset over it."

"I'll be right back." Hermione said quickly before she left the table and walked around to the other side of the wall where Draco and Harry were sitting on the couch reading. She quickly took a seat in between the two.

"Well we've found someone to cross that final line if we need to." She stated with no preamble.

"What're you talking about?" Draco questioned.

"Harry, you said you need lines crossed, well the last one is one Hayden can cross." Hermione explained trying not to use the exact words.

"You mean kill? No, no I refuse to believe that. I wouldn't have raised her like that." Harry argued.

"Harry, you don't know her." Hermione reasoned. The pair went back and forth a few times before Draco stood from the couch and walked over to the other half of the room which drew Harry and Hermione's attention. Draco leaned against the wall.

"You're a killer?" He called to Hayden, getting her attention. She turned her head to face him.

"I am what I need to be." She answered indifferently before turning back to the papers. Harry and Hermione were standing right behind Draco and heard the answer.

"No! No, I refuse to believe I would raise you like that." Harry stepped around the wall drawing Hayden's attention.

"Well maybe that's because you didn't raise me. Your future-self did and either way, there was a lot more to my life that just how I was raised. End of story." There was a tine to her voice that the trio could all hear. It effectively put an end to the conversation even though that was the last thing Harry wanted.

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