Hello, I'm new to publishing stories in . The first five chapters are already published on Ao3, it's under the same username and title. Thank you for the support on this story I have to admit I'm surprised by it. I think I'll post the chapter I already publish once a week until it catches up to the chapters posted on Ao3. After that I'll publish once a month like I had already decided on Ao3.

Love,

Liria

The trio decided to do the sibling ritual at Moaning Myrtle's lavatory. After their second year they started working really hard on their rapport, Ron and Hermione manage to have a somewhat friendly relationship with Myrtle.

"Hello Myrtle, happy new year! How have you been doing?" asked Hermione politely.

"Hello Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Usually, since it's Yule no one has bothered me. So I have my toilet all by myself, you are as always welcome by the way, Harry."

"Thank you Myrtle, perhaps another time. We need to do this today."

"Oh, okay. What are you doing this time, anyway?" Harry and Ron looked at their soon to be older sister. Hermione lets out a huff. She loves her boys, she really does, but they sometimes depend too much on her.

"We are trying to do a sibling bond ritual. Which would make us siblings by blood and recognized by magic as such."

"That doesn't sound like dark magic."

"That's because it isn't. The wizengamot ruled everything with blood as grey since they didn't want to catalogue each and every ritual. Which really it would have been easier to catalogue it by intention, but wixen have never been known to own an ounce of logic. This is an ancient and traditional way to prevent houses from going extinct so really it seems like what my family back home would say "Como anillo al dedo", that is, it fits like a ring to a finger in Spanish.''

"Oh, that's so interesting. Do you mind if I watch? " asked Myrtle ever the ravenclaw.

"Not at all, we do need you to be quiet though. As any distraction could draw significant consequences to us. We don't want to disturb lady magic.", after saying that Hermione examines the floor and starts drawing some circles and runes, lights four candles with the incendio charm on the North, South, East and West and starts scraping runes on the caldron.

As the boys sit down, they watch her pour the water they collected from the black lake, sea salt, the strand of hair of each one (this time she took them just before going to the lavatory she wasn't known to make the same mistake twice, specially with such an important potion), the mashed pomegranate seeds (provided by the elves), and the feather.

After letting out a sigh, Hermione takes out of her pocket a pair of earrings. She looks back at the boys and says in a low voice, "These are passed down from the woman in my family, I offered them as my sacrifice to lady magic." The objects each were going to sacrifice weren't to be shared until the ritual. It represented the seriousness and commitment they have with each other to become a family.

Ron nods and takes out a rune stone out of his pocket "This is a rune stone my Aunt Muriel gave me, it doesn't carry any function for divination anymore since the rest of the set was lost but I have treasure it for as long as I can remember, I offered it as my sacrifice to lady magic."

Harry followed his soon to be siblings and took out a glasses case. "These were my father's glasses, I offered them as my sacrifice to lady magic."

After putting them in the caldron and waiting for a few more minutes, Hermione took out her wand and cut her forearm for nine drops of her blood, after healing it she did the same thing for Ron and Harry. She stirred the potion three times clockwise. The three raise their wands and start chanting three times, "We request the guide and blessing of Lady Magic, Hekate, on this endeavour for us to become one family as there has always been divinity in the number of three." Hermione pours the potion in three goblets and they drink the concoction.

"I, Hermione Jean Sanz Granger, so sincerely vow to you, Ronald Billius Weasley and Charlus James Potter-Evans to always be your older sister, to always guide you with my wisdom, to always be the safe haven you need when the world around us gets too big, to always lend a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. I vow to be there always protecting you, so mote it be for we will be one family."

"I, Ronald Billius Weasley, so sincerely vow to you, Hermione Jean Sanz Granger and Charlus James Potter-Evans to always be your older brother, to always be the first to stand up to defend your honour, to always have you back when the world around us is against you, to always lend you a hand in the matters of love and war. I vow to be there always protecting you, so mote it be for we are to be one family."

"I, Charlus James Potter-Evans, so sincerely vow to you, Hermione Jean Sanz Granger and Ronald Billius Weasley to always be your younger brother and patriarch, to always be your protector, to always take care you when the world around us is drowning you, to always support your endeavours. I vow to always be there protecting you, so mote it be for we are one family."

~OoO~

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" The echo of a dark and velvety voice made it hard to distinguish where it was coming from, not that Hermione could see a thing. Her surroundings were pitch black, it felt like she had been dropped into the abyss or a blackhole. Strangely though, she felt comforted instead of panicked or scared considering the serious ritual she had done. "Do you plan to answer my question anytime soon, girl?" huffed the voice.

"I'll answer as soon as I can see you. It's rude not to talk face to face when having a conversation." Demanded Hermione crossing her arms. At this moment she expected to be with her, now, brothers or dead. She would rather wrap this up as soon as possible to make sure they were okay and in one piece. She honestly couldn't trust Harry to be safe even locked up at Myrtle's lavatory. A sudden light emanated from a strange and large figure with a hood. The being was otherworldly with a heavy powerful aura.

"You don't seem to understand the severity of your actions. You've just changed my workload and your entire destiny. Yet, have the insolence to ask for your mortal etiquette." The entity took off his hood, a dead-pale man with pitch black curly hair and garnet eyes greeted her. "So I'll ask again, little girl, do you have any idea of what you've just done?" growl the male-like being, intending for Hermione to take a few steps back. However, the sorting hat didn't place the young witch in Gryffindor just for her passion and beliefs, her unyielding stubbornness and blind courage were also part of that decision.

"I did what had to be done so I wouldn't be taken away from them. I'll do whatever is necessary for Ron and Harry to feel safe and cared for and I'd do it a thousand times more if it means for them to be happy." The brunette stood her ground, raising her head trying to meet the figure's eyes preparing herself for a heated debate of her life choices. The dark man let out a quiet chuckle and appraised her for the first time.

"You my dear, remind me so much of My Queen. So warm and delicate like a hermione rose yet people tend to forget that you are a powerful little thing. Don't they?" the man gave a pregnant pause, allowing Hermione to soaked in his words. "You have done a lot of things for those boys and would do so much more for them. Wouldn't you?" Hermione was about to argue that "those boys" were now her brothers and the answer was and always will be, yes.

"No. Don't answer, I already know what your response will be." The black hair man raised his hands, stopping her from interrupting his monologue. "You would kill for these boys, you would die for these boys. You would sell your soul and more if it meant they got to live another day. I could tell you how reckless you've been, but we both know since that samhain of 1991 you would do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Yet you don't know just how much this little ritual of yours has changed the destiny of every wix in the UK."

He lets out a sight before continuing, gathering from her incredulous expression that she didn't know just how much of an impact the ritual had done. "You were always meant to have a life closely intertwined with them but you just woven your destiny with theirs. You have renounced, freely may I add, your familiar bonds just so you could make a new house with them. You will never be able to claim the lineage you were born to anymore. You have decided to surrender everything you had, a loving and supportive family, for two mere boys who the fates and magic want to play like muppets."

"What do you mean play like muppets? They are still children! They aren't even old enough for magical maturity yet!" interrogated Hermione agitated. Her brothers are bright and talented wizards but she wanted to think that they would have a happy and peaceful life after all the triwizard rubbish was over.

"You have interwoven your life to a prophet and prophesied hero. Did you know that? No, clearly you didn't. Your hero would've lived so many hardships for his rare happy ending. And your prophet… let's just say his destiny was to be asleep." Answered the tall man in a bored tone. "You and your love for your hero and prophet have convinced the fates, magic and even death itself that there's a better way. That the tragedy and misery that was written doesn't have to be in vain. Know that doesn't mean you won't have tragedy and misery. Those two always come no matter what. But it will be different and other types of painful, much more painful."

"Wait…" whispered Hermione.

"You are the oldest, you are to be their guide and mentor… You weren't supposed to walk the path of darkness and now you will… Just like my Persephone, you will do whatever it takes to not be apart from them, no matter the sacrifice."

"Persephone? Mentor?" she questioned, it was too much of an info dump for her mind at the moment. "Excuse me, my Lord, I don't even have an idea what to do. How am I supposed to guide two rowdy teenage boys in a world that has literally just changed?"

"Have you realised who I am, child?" The male figure raised his right eyebrow smirking, somewhat impressed with the young woman.

"Yes, my Lord. I imagine your investment in our life's has to do with Riddle's faux death, yes?" the witch stated not really leaving room to doubt that she wasn't asking a question. The snicker of the curly hair man echoed the blackhole-like abyss.

The Lord of the Underworld drew himself to his full height and stated, "Tom Marvolo Riddle will regret the day he didn't listen to Hekate. For you and your love are the cause of a worse demise. Listen to my warning Hermione Jean Potter-Granger from today on, you aren't to ever be a rook, you are a queen."

"Henceforth I hereby provide you with my blessing, and by virtue, My Queen's blessing as well. Do not fear the shadows for they will embrace and treat you as their own. May you follow the path of your heart and love as fiercely and protectively as your soul desires. You'll walk to death willingly and with a full life of achievements. Have a good life Hermione Potter-Granger, remember the words spoken this day and know I'll always be watching." After his last words came out of his mouth everything went black.

~OoO~

When Hermione opened her eyes she met her boys' gaze. She noticed that no one who didn't actually search for the differences could tell but Ron's eyes had a green hue that wasn't there before, better described as aqua coloured. While Harry had a more bluish undertone, no longer it could be compared to Lily Potter's eyes. Feeling their presence once again, Hermione felt a peace she had never felt before. In a way it felt like a part of her she never knew was missing finally came back home. It filled her with immense joy and energy as if she imagine could cast a corporeal patronus easily.

"Hermione?" Ron's voice snapped Hermione out of her thoughts. His hair had darkened to auburn colour and it had become a little unruly like her own.

"Yes?" she asked, still in a daze.

"Are you okay? You seem kind of out of it. Did something in the ritual go wrong?" Harry's concerned voice made her turn to observe him. Harry had even less differences, she would hazard a guess and say that Harry's hair will be more manageable from now on and it was more akin to her own hair colour. "Yes, just… you look like brothers."

"You mean the three of us, because you look like a Potter.", corrected Ron. Hermione stood up and walked towards the mirrors. Like Harry, her hair had turned much more manageable and her eyes were now hazel, just like James Potter's pictures.

"Well Hermione, now we can plan our revenge against Snape with another James Potter clone." jokes Harry with a contagious sparke in his eyes.

"It's Professor Snape Harry, honestly!" chided Hermione.

"You can't be serious Hermione! The wanker is barely a decent human being. Why should we give respect to a git who's always bullying children? And what he said to you after the densaugeo hex was totally uncalled for." protested Ron. Tired of his now sister defending the cruel bat of the dungeon.

"You aren't wrong." said Hermione pensively. "Putting Professor Snape aside for the moment we have other more concerning matters. I didn't think we would be blessed by other deities besides Lady Magic. I'm concern, an Olympian taking an interest in us means that our destiny is important for humanities history. Quite personally I've always thought that being a main character in human history is never a good thing. It means pain and suffering for the greater good. And the "greater good" has never really been a greater good for anybody." The boys looked at her confused.

"Olympian? As in, that wasn't a dream?" Ask Ron, suddenly taking off his right shoe and sock finding what he was looking for, turning a sick shade of white. Harry and Hermione approached with trepidation, finding a sort of trident mark on their brother's leg. "Poseidon… I'm going to be sick… so many deaths… I can't believe that's what the Fates were weaving."

"Ron it's okay, that won't happen anymore. We just change it, remember?" Hermione whispered, slowly soothing him.

Ron took a deep breath and looked determined at his siblings. "Who did you guys get tied to?" He interrogated, leaving no room for argument.

Harry let out a sight before answering his now auburn hair brother. "Zeus. But I don't know what that has to do with your new tattoo though."

"Poseidon said it's the mark of a patron God. Based on Hermione's words I'm not the only one with it. Go on, show me, you must be in pain in some area of your body." Ron looked straight towards Hermione, who had stayed silent as if she didn't want to continue the path of the conversation. The tallest of the siblings was the most stubborn of the three and it showed when Hermione let out a resigned huff after losing the stare contest with her overbearing brother.

"Fine, you win." Hermione lifts her jumper, showing a delicate and dainty watercolor pomegranate at her left rib. "Lord Hades said that we have shown the fates a better way without so many deaths but that we will live a different type of pain." Her comment left a bitter taste in their mouth. What could they sacrifice that would be worse than death? Immortals do have a different way to see pain and duty.

Hermione cleared her voice to change the subject and directed her gaze towards her littlest brother "What about you Harry? Where's your patronage mark?" Harry looked nervous while taking off his Weasley jumper and turned his back to his siblings. Hermione had to agree with Trevanian on this one, "Irony is Fate's most common figure of speech". Harry's tattoo was a lightning bolt starting on the top of his spine. It basically looked like a venom running through his back. "The fates really do have a wicked sense of humour don't they, Harry?" asked an amused Hermione at her little brother.