"Hermione lass!" Janet smiled at her, "You're right on time." She froze as she took in the look on her granddaughter's face. "Lass?"
Hermione felt her eyes water before the tears fell, the overwhelming fear she had forced down hitting her with full force as she saw Charlie going up in flames inside her head in horrifying detail.
"Oh lass," Janet murmured, wrapping her in a hug, "It's alright, whatever it is it's going to be alright."
"Janet," Robert called, walking into the room, "did I hear the floo?" he paused, taking in the sight of Hermione inconsolable in his wife's arms before striding across the room. "Mo Sholas? What's happened, lass?"
Utterly unable to answer him, Hermione just cried harder, letting her grandfather manoeuvre her unto his arms, missing his hissed "Get Alastor."
Janet nodded, looking rattled as she ran for the floo, calling out for her son-in-law. "The Master not bes being home," Lolly informed her.
Janet closed her eyes in frustration, "I wouldn't normally ask Lolly but I need you to get him for me. Now."
With wide eyes, Lolly nodded. "Lolly will."
Janet breathed out a breath of relief when Lolly disappeared. Alastor appeared minutes later still in his auror robes, looking terrified. "What happened?"
"We were rather hoping you could tell us." Janet admitted, "Hermione is incoherent."
"What?" he barked. "Where is she?"
"With Rab," she gestured towards the livingroom.
They found them on the sofa, Hermione calmer but still wrapped in Robert's arms, the tears falling silently now.
"What happened, lass?" Alastor asked softly, crouching down in front of her.
"Dad?" she frowned, her voice sounding scratchy.
"Aye, you gave your grandparents quite a scare."
"Oh," Hermione whispered, untangling herself and looking at them properly for the first time. "Sorry."
"Don't be," Robert corrected, "Just tell us what happened."
Hermione gulped. "I ah…took the kids to see the dragon eggs today," she began faintly.
"Aye, you said," Alastor replied, moving to sit beside her.
"Isla…Isla is a fire elemental, one of the eggs chose her." All three listeners paled.
"But you'll work with her won't you?" Janet asked, sounding very much like she was attempting to rally herself.
"Yes," Hermione agreed, "And the DOM."
"Well then," Janet nodded, "Nothing to worry about."
Hermione nodded slowly, "Charlie Weasley is only five." she continued as if her grandmother hadn't spoken."
"Mother of God," Robert breathed, looking horrified as he caught what she wasn't saying. "Is the lad alright?"
"He is now," Hermione whispered "But…one of them chose him too. And it forced…"
"It's alright, lass," Alastor soothed, reaching for her as the tears came faster.
"He just…went up in flames," she mumbled, her eyes wide and scared as it replayed on a loop inside her head. "I...I had to force his magic back into submission…I…what if next time I can't?"
"You will." Janet corrected staunchly. "There's precedence, his magic will respond."
"How do you know?" she asked desperately.
"Because it's happened before, those who succumb to their elements tend to be those with no one there to help."
"But Gideon said the Prewett line used to have fire elementals until it consumed several children. Ten I think."
Janet looked pained, taking a moment before she responded, "It can happen," she began softly, "But it's unusual. And not all Prewetts had fire, it might have been more common but that didn't make it prevalent. If no one asked for help at the time, then the one with experience wouldn't have been any the wiser. It doesn't necessarily follow family branches and once upon a time, there were many branches of Prewetts spread across the country. If the last known one was a distant cousin in a generation or two previously, no one would be flooing them to ask for help now would they?"
"No," Hermione agreed slowly.
"No." Janet nodded. "Now, you got the lad back under control. You're going to help him and our Isla, as are the Unspeakables and we'll discuss it with Perenelle tonight, alright lass?"
Hermione nodded, still looking unsure. Robert pulled her to him, hugging her tightly.
"Your Gran is right, Mo sholas. I can't imagine how horrific it was to see, but the wee lad is going to be fine. You won't allow him to be anything else."
Hermione gave a faint smile, still rattled before allowing herself to sink into his side, soaking up the comfort for a few minutes, hoping desperately he was right.
She was still subdued when she arrived at the meeting point. "Not what you were expecting?" Janet asked as Hermione looked around. The manor was huge, reminding her viscerally of Blenheim Palace, and on the grounds, over two hundred witches were milling around, some chatting in groups, some fussing with their clothing as they changed into their ritual robes or removed them completely. It was nothing at all like she'd expected.
"Hello darling," Dorea smiled, wrapping her in a hug, Pandora hovering behind her looking as overwhelmed as Hemione felt.
"Aunt Dorea," she murmured, accepting the hug.
"You look peaky."
Hermione blinked, "Pardon?"
"What happened?"
Hermione shook her head, "Not..not now. I'll need to ask Madam Flamel for advice later. I'll explain then. I just…can't just now."
"It was always meant to be," Pandora voiced softly, "This time you were here."
"What?" Hermione asked sharply.
Pandora gave a sad smile, "Isla hid her gift, just as she was advised until it forced its way out. The results were…catastrophic." Hermione's breath caught, not needing her to explicitly state what had happened to Isla. The implication alone made her feel sick and it was all she could do to remain where she was rather than leave so she could see for herself Isla was alright. Pandora hooked her arm through Hermione's in silent comfort as she continued, "Charlie discovered his as an adult, it almost killed him. He never told his mother and he struggled to control it for years. It almost consumed him more than once. Ironically it wasn't a person who helped him, but a dragon. You heard him mention Dolly?"
Hermione froze before she nodded robotically. She had. Dolly was Charlie's favourite dragon, a Chinese fireball that she was pretty sure he loved more than he loved any living person, who, if the pictures were to be believed, treated him with exasperated but fond tolerance.
"He adored that dragon," she murmured.
Pandora smiled, "and now he has her in miniature."
Understanding dawned slowly, "The nest is the traditional one of a Chinese fireball," she breathed,
"Indeed it is," Pandora agreed. "Their bond will be something spectacular to witness."
"Right, well." Dorea looked shaken, having clearly understood what they weren't saying. "Let…let's go and greet our host."
Hermione felt her grandmother slip her hand into hers, her face pale and drawn. "You'll keep our Isla safe this time," she whispered, still more statement than question even if Hermione wondered who she was trying to convince.
"Yes." Hermione breathed, knowing without a doubt she'd do whatever it took.
"Hermione, Pandora!" Perenelle smiled, "I'm so glad you could make it. I've some people I'd like to introduce you to shortly. Janet, Dorea, if you'll look after them for now. No Effie?"
"She's coming, she just had a meeting to finish," Dorea replied.
"Oh?"
Dorea smirked, "It seems Hermione and her cousin are determined to shake some things up. Effie's speaking to some of our set about teaching incoming muggleborns, she wanted firm numbers and an idea of what they'd like to see in a curriculum so she could compare it to Hermione and Callums."
Perenelle's eyes met Hermiones with curiosity, a look of genuine amusement on her face, "Aren't you busy enough, dear?"
"Apparently there's no such thing," Hermione gave a huff of laughter. "It's..short-term. Or it is for me anyway, once the ladies are involved I'll hand it over."
"Will you?"
"Well…I'll keep an eye obviously but mainly yes. I don't actually have time for another involved project. I'm sure Aunt Dorea will keep me updated."
Perenelle laughed, "Good, I'm glad you're willing to trust others. Now, we're going to do a harmonising ritual, there's a few new members tonight, and after that, we'll look at introductions. We decided to keep it light to give you all some time to acclimatise. We'll have others doing smaller rituals after the main one if you want to watch."
"Hermione!" someone shouted before she could reply. It made Janet smile as the witch who clearly knew her bounced over, it was another link that kept her tethered to them. Grounding her here.
"Alice," Hermione smiled.
"You came!" Alice squealed before she noticed Pandora, "And so did you!" she wrapped a startled Pandora in a hug. "I didn't know you were being inducted."
"Madam Flamel insisted," Pandora murmured.
Alice's eyebrows rose, before she turned to Hermione, "You've been holding out on me!"
"Are you going to introduce us, darling?" Dorea inquired politely, an amused expression on her face that only deepened when Alice flushed.
Shaking her head, Hermione gestured grandly, "Aunt Dorea, Alice Fawley, Alice, my godmother Dorea Potter."
"It's nice to meet you, Madam Potter," Alice squeaked.
"And you mentioned at least knowing of my grandmother, Janet McGonagall."
"Yes," Alice agreed, "I believe you know my grandmother?"
"Silvia Travers, isn't it?" Janet queried.
"Yes, she's here somewhere. The last I checked she was berating my cousin for her poor choice in men."
Hermione snorted, "Do we get to ask what's wrong with him?"
"Oh he's a Yaxley. He's a bit…slimy if I'm honest."
Hermione hummed, "Corban Yaxley?"
"That's him," Alice shuddered. "Grandmother does not approve but Uncle John won't be dissuaded and Elizabeth won't stand up to him."
"How unfortunate, he truly is a disagreeable young man." Dorea commiserated. "His sister is here too though isn't she?"
"Oh yes, Evelynns here." Alice sighed, "About to be betrothed to a Russian wizard old enough to be her grandfather if rumour is to be believed. She's barely fourteen, he's fifty three. It's…disgusting."
"I hadn't heard that," Dorea murmured, "Does the wizard have a name?"
"Antonin Dolohov." Alice shuddered, "I've met him once. He was…overly charismatic. Clever, absurdly so, to be honest, but there's something about him that puts me on edge." she frowned at the look on Hermione's face, "Do you know him?"
"Not…not exactly," Hermione replied slowly, "I've ah…heard his name mentioned before."
Alice nodded, accepting that at face value. "Well, I'm sure you'll understand why I don't envy poor Evelynn."
"Yes." Hermione agreed softly, wondering what had happened to the girl, wondering if they could deal with him before she was forced to. Catching the look on her face, Janet gave an exasperated huff.
"Not tonight," she warned.
Biting back a smile, Hermione nodded, "Tomorrow?"
"How I'll survive you lass I've no idea," Janet muttered.
"I feel like I've missed something," Alice interjected.
"Oh, my Mya sometimes forgets that she can't save the entire world. Although I imagine she'll try." Pandora smiled.
"Right." Alice nodded slowly. "Of course. I ah…i have no idea what to say to that. Will whatever this is be part of your revolution?"
"Revolution, darling?" Dorea asked pointedly as Pandora grinned.
"I imagine it will," she agreed. "I do hope you'll give me a job soon, my Mya, all the delegating you're doing is intriguing."
Hermione choked, spluttering, "It's not my revolution!"
"We've had this conversation," Alice tisked, "of course it is."
"Make them stop," Hermione whined.
Janet bit back a smile, "When will I get a job in this revolution of yours, lass?" she asked guilelessly.
"Not you too!"
"I might be able to help with that," Effie interjected, appearing beside Dorea. "How do you feel about teaching?"
"Teaching?" Janet repeated.
"Yes, Hermione and your Callum have a plan for muggleborns, we need some competent teachers."
"Oh, my Grandmother would love that!" Alice interjected.
"I've already spoken to her," Effie assured her, "She was indeed, rather enthusiastic. I'd wondered whether Morag would be interested? I know she's busy at St Mungo's but we could do a little lesson on the hospital and standard treatments that she could help with?"
"I imagine she would be," Janet agreed.
"Wonderful, I'll owl you once Hermione gets the proposal to us." Effie nodded, clearly pleased.
"Excuse me," a cultured voice interrupted, "But Madam Flamel sent me to find you, Hermione Moody I presume?"
Hermione's breath caught as she took in a young Narcissa Malfoy standing in front of her. Up close the witch was breathtaking having not yet adopted the disdainful mask she'd wear in the future. Despite her more welcoming demeanour, the calculating look in her eye reminded Hermione to be careful. The witch had successfully lied to Voldemort before he murdered her when Harry turned out to be alive; there was no way she wasn't deadly.
"Narcissa Malfoy."
The other witch's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I wasn't aware you'd know who I was…especially as your name wasn't one I'd heard mention of until the Blishwick ball. You caused quite a stir."
Hermione gave a mirthless smile, "So I was told. Coming back from the dead does tend to do that."
"Quite." Narcissa replied before turning her head, "Apologies Aunt Dorea, you must think me incredibly rude. I was…intrigued by our newcomer."
Dorea hummed, her mask in place as she regarded her great niece. "Was there a purpose to Perenelle sending you here?"
"Truthfully, I am unsure," Naricissa admitted, looking like it pained her. "But we both know when Madam Flamel suggests something it is not really a suggestion."
Hermione gave a huff of laughter at that, as Pandora looked thoughtful. "We'll need Narcissa," she mumbled. At her side Hermione tensed, remembering the first time she had uttered those words.
"I'm sorry?" Narcissa attempted a smile. "Pandora Fawley, isn't it?"
"Yes," Pandora agreed, still looking far away.
"Pandora?" Hermione asked sharply.
Pandora's eyes met hers, "So many possibilities." she mused, her eyes unfocused. "You will need to let go of your previous impressions for this to work." she looked suddenly serious, "It is imperative this works."
"Right," Hermione whispered, before turning back to Narcissa. "Well then, it's lovely to meet you Narcissa Malfoy."
"And it is…interesting to meet you, Hermione Moody." Naricca replied warily, "I…your friend is a Seer?"
Hermione's eyes darted to Pandora who gave an imperceptible nod. "Yes."
"Do I get to inquire as to what you need me for?"
Hermione's mouth quirked into a smile, "Tell me what you know about elemental magic."
Narcissa froze. "You have it?" she asked deceptively lightly.
"Yes."
"What?" Silently, Hermione opened her hand, fire dancing on her palm. "I see." Narcissa swallowed, summoning a nearby flower before coaxing it to grow in her own hand.
"Earth," Hermione nodded, having expected it.
"You're not surprised," Narcissa voiced, her eyes boring into her with such focus that Hermione slammed her shields up. Narcissa smirked, reminding Hermione painfully of Draco.
"No," Hermione agreed, forcing herself to focus. "Earth is all we're missing."
That clearly startled the witch, "Pardon?" she gasped.
"We have air, water," she inclined her head to Pandora, "ether, fire ... .all we are missing is Earth."
"A full sect," Narcissa breathed in a startling loss of composure. "there hasn't been one in…decades. Are you sure?"
"That we'll all mesh together?" Hermione asked, "Not in the slightest. I have a connection individually with the other three, but we have not yet worked together. It is something that will be remedied shortly."
"And you'd be willing to work with me?" Narcissa checked.
"I would be willing to see if we can work together," Hermione admitted.
"I see," Narcissa hummed, "I will expect your owl then."
"My schedule is currently ridiculous," Hermione warned her, "Would you be averse to an hour or two on Wednesday night or on Thursday afternoon?"
"I am available Thursday afternoon. Where do you propose, my home has ample grounds…"
"Unfortunately I will be expected to remain in the Ministry," Hermione grasped the excuse with both hands, nowhere near ready to be anywhere near Malfoy Manor. "But I can commandeer a duelling room."
"I…see." Narcissa eyed her speculatively. "I shall have my husband escort me."
"As you wish," Hermione agreed, sensing Narcissa's distrust.
"Well then, shall we say, one thirty?"
"I'll warn the Director." she smiled.
"I think we're starting lass," Janet murmured as Perenelle called them all to attention, "let's get ourselves cleansed and find a spot."
Standing between her grandmother and her godmother, Pandora and Narcissa at their other sides, Hermione's eyes travelled quickly around the vast circle of witches now looking completely serious as they regarded Perenelle, watching with an air of anticipation as she began the ritual, calling for the four corners to guide them. Very few of them were clothed. However as the last candle was lit, Hermione felt a tugging sensation on her magic, driving all other thoughts from her mind.
"Don't fight it," Janet murmured.
Breathing slowly in an attempt to do as she was told, Hermione consciously relaxed. The magic being pulled was like a living thing, mists swirling in the centre of the circle in too many colours to count, merging and twisting until it was one harmonious mass of brilliant white, as the witches each took up the chant. She had no idea how long she stood, the words forming without conscious thought, watching the various coloured mists converge, lulling her into a trance. She jolted when the pull suddenly left her, the mass moving to curl around them all in thin tendrils before sinking into their skin. Hermione could feel the magic tingling at her nerves, a humbling feeling filling her as she felt the weight of generations of witches settle into her body. The magic might have been called from the participants, but the feeling that engulfed her when it returned spoke of experienced elders, of knowledge long since lost, of something ancient and ever changing. It was almost overwhelming.
With a smile, Perenelle opened the circle, declaring the ritual complete.
"Next meeting we will begin with a cleansing ritual, the magic in Britain grows ever darker, followed by one to invoke clarity. I do not need to remind you that your political alliances have no place here, I only wish you to be sure of your next steps. If I have requested you stay, please move to the rose garden, otherwise, mingle, help yourselves to food. If anyone has any pressing issues or requests do let me know once I've seen to our new members. And of course, if they ask, please help those participating in smaller rituals this evening."
"I imagine you should be heading to the rose garden, lass," Janet nudged.
"Right I ah…" Hermione shook herself and tried to focus.
"The harmonising ritual can be quite…potent," Narcissa offered.
"Apparently so," Hermione agreed.
"I'll show you to the rose garden if you'd like to come with me?"
"Of course,'' Hermione murmured, hooking her arm through Pandora's before following a straight backed Narcissa through the grounds.
"Ah good, you're here." Perenelle smiled upon seeing them. "Now, I've sent off a few people with their mentors. Hermione as we have no real frame of reference currently I intend to stay yours for just now. Perhaps once I've put out some feelers to other nations we'll find someone with direct experience. Miss Carrow, I'd like you to meet Selene Morrison and Samantha Rowle. They both share your gift, so I would like you to work with them at least twice a week."
"Of course, Madam Flamel," Pandora nodded, looking hesitantly at the two witches facing her. They smiled reassuringly.
"I promise we're not that intimidating," the elder of the two smiled, her eyes crinkling. She looked to be in her seventies, her ritual robes less ornate than her counterpart who stood ramrod straight having clearly been drilled in etiquette and deportment, in spite of that, her face looked rather kind.
"Now then," the second witch continued, "We'll go and have a chat and set up some dates. I understand you're to begin working in the thought room soon?"
"Oh. Yes. I'm starting next week," Pandora agreed.
"Wonderful, then let's make a plan."
Hermione felt momentary panic when Pandora was hustled off. "Now then," Perenelle smiled, "This group of ladies all have an affinity with Earth. I thought you could perhaps try working with them to see if one gels."
Hermione nodded slowly, "I can. But, if you have time at some point soon I'd like some advice."
"About?"
"I ah…might not be as rare as we'd been led to believe."
Perenelle's eyebrows shot up. "Who?" she demanded.
"They're eight and five," Hermione whispered, seeing the horrified understanding blooming on Pernelle's face.
"I see. And what exactly is it you would like from me?"
"I've promised to help if I can but I don't want to do anything that might hurt them. One in particular was quite traumatic."
"When are you due to see them?"
"Friday and then Saturday. However, Saul asked if perhaps you'd join us tomorrow to make some sort of plan."
"Of course," Pererenlle agreed instantly, "However I would also like to meet the children."
"I'll speak to their parents," Hermione sighed, "One won't be an issue, the other…I'm not sure."
"It won't be an issue.," Perenelle informed her firmly. "What families?"
"McGonagall," Hermione whispered. Perenelles' jaw dropped.
"Which one?"
"Isla. She knew she had fire, but she hadn't told her parents. It was…well it's sorted now I suppose."
"And the other?"
"Charlie Weasley."
"Weasley." Perenelle mused, "Related to the Blacks, no? Cedrella?"
"I believe she's his grandmother."
"Well then. Cedrella should be here. Although…Margaret Prewett is presumably his other grandmother. I'll fetch them both."
"I ah…right." Hermione nodded, blindsided. She had no idea Molly's mother was still alive.
"Now, start seeing if you find any affinity and I'll acquire young Mr Weasley's grandmothers."
Hermione turned awkwardly towards the group of waiting witches once Perenelle had left. There were almost thirty women staring back at her and it was more than a little intimidating.
"I ah…don't actually know how to do this," she admitted.
An older witch stepped forward, resting heavily on her cane, "If you'll take the advice of an old witch, I'd suggest letting your magic out and we'll do the same, you'll know soon enough if there's any connection."
"Right," Hermione nodded, "I ah…thanks."
The witch smiled at her, "Well, you go first dear."
Hermione took a breath, centring herself, before she sent ropes of fire careening through the air. It was enough to wake Nuri who gave an excited croon, launching herself off Hermione's neck to weave in and out of the strands.
Drawing her attention back to her magic, she could feel the others testing it, some probes felt wrong immediately, others seemed to flirt with hers before she finally felt the feeling she'd been waiting on, recognising it only because she'd already felt it. Opening her eyes, she saw vines weaving through her flames, Nuri chasing them before she swooped down and landed on a startled Narcissa's shoulder.
The witch who had instructed her earlier smiled, "Looks like you've found your earth."
"Apparently so." Hermione agreed, drawing her flames back to her.
"We'll leave you to it then," the witch held out the hand not on her cane, "Maud Johnston, I'll be watching you two with interest."
"Well." Hermione blew out a breath, "What now?"
"We practise I assume.'' Narcissa voiced looking unsure, her eyes darting to Nuri as she held herself rigid. "I'd like to meet the others you mentioned. I've never…it has never felt like that."
"I was told when you know you know."
Narcissa hummed looking pensive, "Will you tell me about them? The others?"
"I could," Hermione agreed, conjuring them a seat, "Would you like me to take her back first?"
"Yes please." Narcissa breathed, a flash of relief travelling across her face before she pulled her mask back into place "I ah..I didn't think she was real."
"Oh she's real," Hermione laughed, scooping Nuri off Narcissa's shoulder, "Aren't you sweetheart?"
Nuri gave a happy little noise before curling up on Hermione's knee, watching Narcissa intently.
"She's rather lovely," Narcissa mused.
"She is,'' Hermione agreed with a smile, wondering how best to go about this while trying to pretend she wasn't sitting down for a chat with Narcissa bloody Malfoy. A woman who had watched as her insane sister had tortured her on the floor of her ridiculous manor. "You met Pandora earlier, she's ether. Air is Gideon Prewett.'' Narcissa looked surprised, then thoughtful. "Water is a man named Severus Snape."
"Severus!" Narcissa exclaimed, "He never mentioned that!"
"You know him?"
"Yes! He had…some difficulties fitting in when he first started school. I took him under my wing so to speak. We keep in touch."
"Well that makes things rather easier, Severus is the one I'm concerned about."
"In what way?"
"Honestly? I'm not sure how he'll adapt to Pandora and I was worried about being the only person he knows. To be blunt, he lashes out when he's unsure and I wouldn't want people to write him off because of it."
"You like him," Narcissa accused.
"I do. He's absurdly intelligent, sweet underneath that prickly exterior, and he has the potential to be a huge force to be reckoned with."
Narcissa contemplated her in silence until Hermione had to fight the urge to squirm. "Very few people give Severus a chance," she finally said, "I'm glad someone is."
"I thought we might commandeer a Hogsmeade weekend soon, so everyone could be introduced."
"That is probably wise," Narcissa agreed, "Has he someone helping him?"
"With his water? No. Madam Flamel was going to look into it, I'll check with her."
"Good. I had no idea he had an elemental affinity."
"Yes well, Dumbledore apparently told him to pretend he didn't," Hermione growled.
Narcissa's perfectly shaped eyebrows rose, "You do not like Dumbledore."
"Not especially," Hermione admitted. "Although I understand it doesn't do to say that too loudly."
Narcissa surprised her by snorting. "No." she replied dryly "It does not." she looked contemplative for a moment," And the other option?"
Hermione sneered, "I'm not hugely fond of him either."
Narcissa looked surprised and then thoughtful, drawing the conversation to safer ground.
"Well, don't you look awful," Saul exclaimed, running a concerned eye over Hermione. "Is this about yesterday?
Hermione shrugged listlessly, "Perhaps partially," she agreed. "I…didn't sleep particularly well last night."
"Why?
"Because every time I close my eyes, I can see Charlie looking terrified, and apparently at some point during the night that transformed into dragon fire and escaping bloody Gringotts."
"I see," Saul murmured. "We can…blunt the edges…"
"No!" Hermione shouted before she flushed, "Sorry I…no. No messing about inside my head. I'll…I'll deal with it."
"Alright," Saul agreed softly, "If you change your mind…"
She nodded briskly, "What exactly is it we're doing today?"
"Unspeakable Haston has requested you keep practising legilimency." he began hesitantly scanning her face, "However I'm not sure if that's wise."
"I'm fine." Hermione bit out, "It's hardly the worst sleep I've had."
He shook his head, clearly coming to a decision. "No. I'm going to transfigure a bed and you're going to sleep until Perenelle gets here. I'm not taking no for an answer"
"But I have things to do!"
"Not anymore you don't." He replied firmly, "It's not up for discussion Unspeakable Moody."
She scowled at the tone in his voice, stomping after him with ill grace as he led her into a room off his office. With a flick of his wand, a bed appeared in the corner before he smirked, and transfigured her robes into pyjamas. "Get into bed. I'll wake you when she's here."
"Narcissa's coming at half one," Hermione muttered.
"And Perenelle will be here at twelve for a working lunch. Go to bloody sleep!"
Grumbling, Hermione clambered into bed, Saul gave her a sarcastic little smile. "Thank you so much. Now, take this."
"What? No! I don't want dreamless sleep."
"I swear to all the gods Hermione I will spell it into you if I bloody have to!" he growled. "Take the bloody potion!"
Hermione's eyes widened having never seen him come close to losing his temper before, snatching the potion from him and draining it. She was asleep before he left the room.
"Bloody stubborn witch," he muttered as he closed the door, heading off in search of Unspeakable Haston and her experiment.
"Feeling better?" Saul asked archly when Hermione wandered through still in her transfigured pyjamas.
She flushed red, "Yes, thank you."
He snorted, "Next time you fight me on an order, I will call in your father. If you're going to behave like a child, I will treat you like one." he threatened.
"Point made," she muttered.
"Good," he nodded. "Now, Perenelle will be here in a moment, would you like to get redressed?"
Hermione's eyes darted down and her cheeks burned, silently waving her hand she set her clothing back to rights. Saul bit back a laugh, heading to open the door when someone knocked.
"A Madam Flamel for you Professor," the Unspeakable announced.
"Thank you, Soloman," Saul nodded, ushering Perenelle in.
"How lovely to see you, dear." Perenelle smiled, "I hope last night wasn't too challenging?"
Sauls eyebrows rose, "What happened last night?"
"I re-met Narcissa Malfoy."
"I see," Saul mused, clearly not understanding.
"Other than briefly at the Blishwick Ball, the last time I saw her alive she was watching me bleed on one of her expensive rugs."
"Ah," understanding washed over Saul's face, "How did it go?"
"She's our earth unsurprisingly." Hermione sighed.
"I don't think she was the issue." Prenelle cut in pointedly. Against her will Hermione flinched. "Hmm, as I thought. The Black genes run strong in Cedrella and by all accounts her, what is she now? Second cousin? First cousin, removed somewhat. I confess I can't quite remember every member of the House of Black."
"I have no idea," Hermione admitted, "Aunt Dorea is trying to fill in the gaps but the family trees are bloody awful"
"Yes, rather intertwined," Perenelle mused, before waving her hand, "Regardless, I imagine it was a bit jarring to see a witch, however much older, who resembled Madam Lestrange."
"Little bit," Hermione whispered.
"No wonder you didn't sleep," Saul muttered. "Next time for the love of magic, take a dreamless sleep, you stubborn woman!"
"I don't like it,'' Hermione confessed quietly, "Instinct and being able to wake at a second's notice was all that kept us alive for almost a year. I…I…the thought of sleeping that deeply makes me anxious."
"Fuck," Saul hissed, running a hand through his hair. "I owe you an apology, Hermione."
Hermione's head shot up, startled, "What?"
"I didn't stop to wonder why you were being stubborn. You are not normally argumentative for the sake of it. I should have looked further into it. You seem so…" he trailed off searching for the word, "I forget sometimes how much you still haven't had time to process. You don't behave like someone who has gone through what you have. I will do better."
Hermione regarded him silently before she nodded. "I imagine that means I owe you one too." she sighed, "I know you were just trying to help and I…could have explained better but I was exhausted and…."
"Not quite up to your usual standard?" Saul offered. She hummed her agreement.
"Wonderful, now we've got that out of the way, shall we get on with the reason I am here?" Perenelle inquired lightly.
Saul hummed, pulling out parchment, "Well," he began, blowing out a breath, "this is what we were thinking…"
An hour later they had the bones of a curriculum for both the DoM and for Hermione to work through with the children.
"Feeling better?" Saul queried, eyeing Hermione.
"I feel more in control," she allowed, "But better? Not really. It's a huge responsibility."
"One you are capable of." Perenelle reminded her, "And one day, hopefully soon, your schedule will not be as busy as it is."
Hermione hummed, "Rufus and I discussed me dropping a duelling night soon."
"Oh?"
"They're doing well, really well. I won't give it up completely, but I might drop one of the nights and just focus on the one to ones around March time."
"So not actually freeing up time, "Perenelle looked amused.
"No but more focused, I suppose, less…juggling."
She hummed, "Very well. Now, I received an owl from Cedrella and Margaret this morning, they have spoken to Molly. I gather that while she is resistant, and more than a little wary, she has agreed to both your involvement and mine. I thought that I'd give you a few weeks, see where their strengths and weaknesses are and then I will meet with you to assess. It is…imperative we build up confidence in those who are wary. And while it is not something I am willing to do now, I would ask you to consider being more visible."
"Pardon?"
"We need a point of contact," Perenelle replied bluntly. "Had you not been here, the results for poor Mr Weasley would have been catastrophic. We need to spread awareness, counteract the nonsense Albus spouts."
"Oh."
Perenelle smiled gently, "Hermione I would not be willing to discuss this properly until after this war is over. I truly meant it when I said not now. I just want you to consider whether you would be willing. I am reaching out to those in other countries too, many handle their elementally gifted vastly differently than here."
"I see." Hermione mumbled, "I'll think about it."
"Good. Now, on the subject of mentorship, I spoke to several witches last night, but based on your comments I believe Ellen Bagshot would be our best bet for your Severus."
"Bagshot?"
Perenelle smiled, "Her niece."
"Ah. Well, If you think so."
"Warn him, I'll have her owl at the end of next week."
Hermione nodded, before she took a deep breath. "I ah…did you speak to Mr Flamel?"
"Of course," Perenelle nodded, "Nicolas will be joining us at the beginning of next month. The tenth, I think, he has some loose ends to tie up."
"Thank you." Hermione breathed.
"Don't mention it," Perenelle waved her off, "It will be a novelty to be in the same country as my husband for more than a day at a time."
"If i might?'' Saul interjected as Perenelle moved to stand. She looked at him pointedly, clearly waiting for him to continue. "We have one more dragon. If you are reaching out to those with a fire affinity, Perhaps invite them to see if it's waiting on them?"
Perenelle looked momentarily surprised before she nodded, "Of course. Now, I shall leave you to bond with Madam Malfoy."
"Gee, thanks." Hermione grimaced, ignoring her laugh as she left.
"Ah, Hermione darling, your guests are here." Hermione rolled her eyes at the look of amusement on Charlus' face.
"Yes thank you."
"They've caused quite a stir," he warned.
"What?"
Charlus snorted, "Hermione, the Malfoys are waiting in the reception of the DMLE. I don't think Lucius Malfoy has waited on anyone in his life."
"Ah. Well then. I suppose I'd best go and meet them."
Charlus hummed, "Will you be alright?"
Slightly worried eyes met his," I imagine I'm going to have to be." she murmured.
Charlus sighed, seeming to contemplate his next words, "Your father mentioned that last night was…not the most settled."
"No." Hermione agreed slowly. "Saul put me to bed this morning when I got here. He made me take dreamless sleep so I've had about four hours. I'm alright."
"If you're sure." Charlus scanned her face as if looking for the lie. "Do you wish me to come with you?"
Hermione blew out a breath. "I want to say no."
"But?"
"Yes," she admitted in a small voice. "I…he tried to kill me more than once. And I know Pandora says I need to let go but it's hard."
"Of course it is," he agreed softly, holding out his arm for her.
Slipping her hand into the crook of his elbow, Hermione allowed him to give her some strength as she prepared to come face to face with Lucius Malfoy.
"I hope you haven't been waiting long."
Both Malfoys turned to look at her, their gazes assessing; Hermione had to fight the urge to straighten.
"Not too long," Narcissa smiled, her mask dropping for a second. "I gather you had a meeting with Madam Flamel this afternoon."
"Yes," Hermione agreed, "I apologise for my lateness, it took longer than anticipated for us to form a concrete plan."
Narcissa waved her off, "Forgive my manners, this is my husband, Lucius, Luc, this is Hermione Moody, and of course, you know Director Potter."
Hermione attempted a smile. "It's nice to meet you, Mr Malfoy."
He inclined his head, the merest hint of a smile on his face before he straightened. "I confess you are not entirely what I expected. I had heard you'd been raised by muggles."
Hermione stiffened. "I was."
He blinked in surprise. "You carry yourself like…." he trailed off.
Forcing herself not to snap as she reminded herself that they needed Narcissa, Hermione gave a thin-lipped smile, "Forgive me Mr Malfoy, but my adoptive parents were well educated with high expectations in regards to manners, behaviour and presentation. I am…not unaware of what some who have never spent any time in the muggle world would have you believe but muggles are not barbarians. My godmother has spent time educating me in the expectations that are unique to this world, but I did not start with zero knowledge."
Lucius Malfoy blinked at her, clearly shocked she'd dared challenge him. "I see." he drawled. "And these…adoptive parents of yours, what was it they did?"
"They were dentists. The equivalent of a specialised healer."
"That is… I've never heard of a dentist."
"We don't need them here," Hermione admitted, "They specialise in the health of teeth. Muggles do not have charms so have developed other means to ensure they remain healthy."
"Ah. And your education?"
Hermione looked amused, noticing the slightly pink tinge to Narcissa's cheeks indicating her embarrassment. "Dancing from four, music lessons, language lessons, I speak French and Spanish fluently, as well as conversational Bulgarian. At school, muggles are taught English, covering comprehension and analysis of novels and poetry, tested on written work, mathematics, history, geography, art and physical education. I assure you, my education was not lacking."
"And all muggles are taught this?"
"Perhaps not always the dance and language lessons but muggles have a basic standard of education provided by a primary school- a day school for children too young for the next stage, such as Hogwarts."
"All of them?"
"An education is mandatory. Some families teach at home but not many."
"I...I see. That is surprising."
"Well as…illuminating as this has been, I assume that was not the purpose of my being here today?" Narcissa interjected.
"No." Hermione gestured towards a duelling room. "We're in room three."
Narcissa hummed, "I brought some books that I thought might be beneficial."
"Oh?"
"I have never consciously worked with another person. I wasn't sure…"
Hermione gave a faint smile. "Well it beats the approach everyone else has taken."
"Which is?"
"Oh, winging it."
She saw Naricissa mouthing winging it with a look of genuine confusion as she let go of Charlus.
"Thank you for my escort." she smiled.
He nodded, "Any time. Send for me if you need me."
"I think we'll be fine from here, Lucius." Narcissa dismissed, bouncing on her toes to kiss his cheek.
Looking decidedly uncomfortable, Lucius regarded his wife. "Are you…"
"I'm sure." Narcissa cut him off firmly.
Clearly unimpressed, Lucius' eyes narrowed. "I shall collect you in two hours."
"Yes, yes," Narcissa waved him off. "Now then Miss Moody, shall we get started?"
Arching a brow, Hermione looked at her incredulously before murmuring, "After you."
"Lucius does worry so," Narcissa announced the moment Hermione had closed the door.
"Oh?"
"Yes. He can be rather overprotective." a small smile played around Narcissa's mouth, "Of course the poor man forgets that I was a Black. Now, shall we have a look through these, it's terribly dull pretending to be vapid so people let their guards down."
Hermione's eyebrows shot up and Naricssa smirked. "Really Miss Moody, it cannot come as a surprise that no one expects much of anything from a society wife."
"My Aunt Dorea hardly does nothing," Hermione scoffed.
Surprising her, Narcissa looked pleased, "Well of course she doesn't. None of us do. What I said was no one expects anything of us. So for a couple of hours, I would like to stop pretending I'm vapid and openly use my brain."
"Very well." Hermione nodded, before adding on before she could help herself, "But surely if you all know you do something then you don't have to pretend when with others like yourself?"
Narcissa laughed. For far far longer than Hermione felt appropriate. "Oh, my dear Miss Moody it is blatantly obvious you haven't spent five minutes in the company of a society wife surrounded by others. We do not say what we mean outright dear. That would be unbecoming. We scheme, collaborate, work around our husbands and fathers but we never state our intention openly. We never come across as too knowing, too invested. It's all rather tedious."
"I honestly don't see the point.'' Hermione sighed, "But I'll take your word for it. Which book do you want to begin with?"
"There is no point other than plausible deniability so the fragile egos of the men in our lives don't get offended."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I happen to wonder if offending their delicate sensibilities every now and then might do them some good," she muttered.
"I do hope you'll have tea with Lucius and I soon" Narcissa cooed, a slightly wicked look on her face, "He won't have a clue what to make of you."
Shaking her head, Hermione pointedly looked down at a book, "You say that like he'd be allowed to be seen with me." she muttered.
Narcissa stilled, "Perhaps not." she agreed softly. "Abraxas is rather…set in his ways."
Hermione hummed before she smirked, "Of course, we could always meet in the muggle world."
There was a flash of fear across Narcissa's face before she straightened her spine. "It truly isn't awful?" she asked.
"No." Hermione replied gently, "They're just like you and me. Without the magic."
"They want us dead."
"Not all of them. And assuming you don't announce you have magic, how would they know?"
"But they burn us!"
"They did. Years ago. They do not now."
"They don't?"
"No. They believe we're the stuff of stories. Witches, wizards, goblins, unicorns…none of it real, not to them."
"Oh." Narcissa looked thoughtful.
Letting her process that, Hermione turned back to the book in her hand. "Oh! Oh let's make a volcano!"
Narcissa's head shot up, "A what?"
With a laugh, Hermione shook her head, "nine year old me would be so excited right now."
"I don't understand."
"Ah…volcanoes are when the Earth's plates move in ways we probably don't want them to."
"The Earth's plates?"
"Ah…not important. Not really. Think of it as a…hole in the earth and the earth's core sometimes erupts and….gods, I'm not explaining this well. They ah… there's lava. Molten rock and it flows and…"
"Rock flows?"
"Jesus," Hermione muttered impatiently, "Shall we see if we can heat up earth so high it turns into a liquid?"
"Why?" Narcissa demanded, snatching the book from her.
"Well…I mean technically it can be quite deadly, if we could work out how to manage the temperature so as not to burn the feet off of people, we could cool it quickly and trap them in place."
"Why would you want to?"
"Well I don't know off the top of my head but I just wondered if we could!" Hermione exclaimed exasperatedly.
Narcissa blinked, "You want to do it just to see if we can?"
"Yes!"
"Well then…" Narcissa floundered slightly, before seeming to come to a decision. "Why not?"
Hermione nodded, "Do your earth thing then please."
Closing her eyes in exasperation, she muttered a very prim, "Really! Earth thing." Under her breath, Narcissa conjured some rocks. "Anyone could do this."
"This bit," Hermione agreed, "but I think you might have better control once it's molten."
"I hadn't thought of that." Narcissa mused, watching with interest as Hermione sent Fiendfyre out towards the rocks. "Mother of Morganna is that…"
"Yes, and it's quite difficult to control so perhaps be ready to play with the liquid rock."
Right," Naricssa murmured, watching with fascination as the rock seemed to melt and glow. "Quickly she directed it away from them. "I don't know what to do now!"
"Shape it,'' Hermione shouted, wrestling with her dragon. "Move it, build a wall. I don't know!"
Doing as she was bid, trying not to panic at the fiendfyre in the room, Narcissa twisted her hands moulding the lava before standing back looking quite pleased with herself. Hermione stared at her efforts incredulously.
"You turned it into a peacock?"
"I did. It's rather pretty."
Hermione snorted before she began to laugh so hard she was crying. "Oh, sweet Merlin and his baby nargles." she gasped, trying to get herself under control.
"I do not see what is funny." Narcissa sniffed.
"That…that is the most Malfoy bit of magic I think I've ever seen."
"Well, what would you have done?" Narcissa demanded.
"Built a wall? A shield? I don't honestly know. But I can truthfully say I'd never have thought of sculpting a peacock."
"Which just showed how creatively limited you are." Narcissa griped.
"Sure." Hermione smiled. "That's what it shows."
"Miss Moody!" a voice called startling them both. "I saw your name on the room and…. Ah." Gideon looked slightly stunned to see Narcissa Malfoy staring back at him.
"Auror Prewett."
"Madam Malfoy." His eyes travelled to Hermione questioningly.
"Narcissa is Earth."
His eyes blew wide, "Is she now?"
"Yes. We're….experimenting."
He frowned," By making peacock statues?"
Hermione snorted, "Apparently so. Want to help?"
"Why not?" he shrugged, "But ah…we're not just making peacocks, right?"
With a laugh, Hermione shook her head. "Narcissa brought some rather intriguing books that discuss what the elements can do when combined in varying combinations. The peacock was a result of molten rock being manipulated."
"I ah..I see. And what does it say for air and earth?"
Hermione flicked through the book in her hand, "Sand storms." with a frown she read the page she'd just flicked to. "I ah…do you think Pandora's both light and dark?"
"What?"
"The book, it talks about combinations with light and dark, do you think that references Pandora's ether."
Narcissa looked contemplative. "Ether is the space in between, the thing that links us all. I don't know for certain but yes, perhaps she is. Why?"
"Honestly? Because some of this is terrifying. Dark and air combining to spread disease," she turned more pages, "Dark and water combining to manipulate blood inside the body, earth and dark, spreading decay, fire and dark, manipulation, temptation. Yeah, maybe we don't want to play with those."
"What if we did?" Gideon voiced hesitantly.
"Pardon?"
"What if…what if decay is not a physical state. What if it's the ruination of something. What if temptation is temptation to try something new, something good, a switch of alliances…."
Hermione froze contemplating that. "I don't know," she admitted slowly, her eyes darting to Narcissa. "Temptation doesn't often have positive connotations, it…concerns me that we'd be in a worse state when the magic wore off and they realised they'd been manipulated."
"Fair point."
"The decay isn't a bad point though, "Narcissa cut in. "I think we should explore that."
Hermione hummed, "And what would we be ruining?"
"Nothing leaves this room?" she asked, her eyes on Gideon."
"I ah…fuck. Unless you're about to tell me someone's going to die or be seriously hurt…it won't leave this room."
She nodded, "My father-in-law is a heinous man. I'd like to ruin his little club."
"His little club…" Gideon trailed off before understanding dawned. "I see."
"Then we look at it." Hermione cut in, "If you think we should then why not?"
"God, now what about light combined with whatever."
"um. .." Hermione flicked through more pages, "with air and fire..ah lightning apparently. That could be fun just to see if we can. Um…it appears to be able to influence virtues." she paused, "I wonder if that has a place in St Mungos."
"What?" Gideon looked bewildered.
"Well ah…someone who's addicted or who has depression or struggling with motivation…surely it might help?"
"I see. I suppose it would depend on how long the effects lasted," he mused.
Hermione hummed. "Probably. Oh! This might be useful. Combined with water, light has the ability to predict the next steps of an opponent's plan."
"Let's work on that." Narcissa voiced promptly.
"I wonder if you can manipulate the opponent?"
"Because we don't all necessarily have the same one?" Narcissa guessed.
"Yes. Or we might have more than one."
"So we practise," Narcissa declared, "Merlin knows that being able to see what someone is planning would be beneficial."
Nodding her agreement, Hermione kept perusing the book. "Uhuh…um…blinding flares, shields…that's about it."
"Interstersting, " Gideon hummed. "We'll need to speak to Pandora."
"I'm seeing her tomorrow, I'll do it."
Gideon nodded, "Going to Mollys?"
"If she'll let me in," Hermione muttered.
"She will. She was…shaken but Mother talked some sense into her and Charlie is desperate to see you. When does the tutoring begin?"
"Next week?" she hedged. "This week is a bit insane. And I'll see Charlie tomorrow, and Isla on Saturday, so if there's any pressing issues, presumably they'll let me know."
Gideon snorted, "I imagine they will. Charlie will have questions, so be prepared."
With a grin, Hermione shrugged, "Isla will have a list longer than she is, it's fine."
"Do you think…I know he's younger, but do you think Isla would meet up with Charlie occasionally out with your lessons? It might be nice for them to have someone who understands."
"I don't see why not." Hermione paused, considering how wise her next words were, "I have Isla, Lachlan and Josie on Saturday. I was going to take them out, do you think Molly and Arthur would want to bring the boys?"
"Fab and I are off, if they don't we could bring them, we were coming to see you anyway, weren't we? Mols isn't wanting to venture too far now she's as big as she is."
"Well, I'll let you speak to her then, let me know?"
"Oh we'll be there," he assured her with a hint of teasing in his voice. "My darling brother wouldn't stand for anything else."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Why don't you and Narcissa see what you can do? And maybe…maybe we see if we can combine elements into something." she paused. "Do you think we're being too literal?"
"In what way?" Narcissa asked.
"Well…we're working on combining elements which isn't a bad idea, but…what if we don't need to combine something specific?"
"I don't follow."
"Well…a full sect is said to be able to perform extraordinary magic. What if it's just that….magic. Not elemental magic…just…regular magic, amplified."
Gideon and Narcissa stared at her. "I never considered that." Narcissa voiced softly, clearly turning the idea over inside her head.
"Maybe we need to try working together and seeing what happens then?"
"Once we've made a sandstorm." Gideon grinned.
Lucius stared at the scene in front of him in horror. He'd been informed he was expected to get information on Miss Moody, his father had been most displeased by her reappearance and wanted to know how it had happened.
He felt the tightening in his chest as he watched Narcissa's unbridled joy as she stood in a triangle making what appeared to be glass sculptures with Gideon Prewett and Hermione Moody, while what looked like, but couldn't possibly be, a tiny dragon circled their heads. She rarely looked that carefree, the weight of expectations, his fathers, her families, the Dark Lords, weighing her down until she forced herself to hide behind a mask.
Watching her now, the thought of his father's plans for her new friend made him want to vomit. This wasn't a plan he wanted any part of, but once you were in you were in, however unwilling you were and in some ways it wasn't too challenging to live with. His father kept him out of most of it, unwilling to imperius him too frequently, lest it addle his mind. As a result, he was an information gatherer and in doing that he could pretend he wasn't as bad as all the others. Watching this strange little trio now, he knew that was a lie. Hermione Moody was going to be forced to join them, or punished for refusing. And he had a sinking feeling he knew which option she'd choose. He wasn't sure Narcissa would ever forgive him for it.
"Luc!" Narcissa called spotting him. "I made you a present."
He arched a brow imperiously, making her smirk when she saw the affection in his eyes. "Oh?"
With a graceful wave of her wand, a black peacock sculpture moved to land in front of him. "We made it." Hermione coughed, making Narcissa roll her eyes, "I made it." she corrected before turning to the other witch, "Although you hardly have the right to sneer, we've spent half an hour making glass sculptures."
"Point to you," Hermione conceded, "They are rather pretty though."
Gideon sighed, "I'm not sure your father would approve of pretty."
Hermione waved him off, "We practised real magic first," she dismissed, "And anyway, we were…learning to work together in a safe environment."
He snorted, "Is that what we're calling it?"
"Why not?" she smirked. "And anyway, with the level of detail and the amount of concentration they took, there is absolutely an argument for them being a good thing. We had to have exceptional amounts of control while working together to make them. It was hard!"
With an amused shake of his head, he picked up one of the dragons they'd made, "Can I take this for Bill?"
"Sure, I wanted the other one for Lachlan."
"Does that mean I get the roses?" Narcissa interjected.
"They were your idea," Hermione replied.
"Wonderful," she beamed, picking up the roses carefully, admiring them. "I assume the last one is yours?" at Hermione's nod, she continued, "Although, I do have to ask. Why a stag?"
Hermione smiled sadly, picking up the tiny sculpture carefully. "To remind me of the end goal," she murmured.
Narcissa and Gideon both frowned, "I don't understand," Gideon admitted.
"You will."
"Oh Saturday?" he quipped.
"Yes."
"Might I inquire as to what is important about Saturday?" Narcissa asked.
Hermione looked between Lucius and Narcissa before plastering on a smile, "Nothing. It's an…old joke."
Narcissa hummed, clearly not believing her, "I would like to discuss meeting again."
"Of course," Hermione frowned slightly at her wording.
Narcissa shook her head minutely. "I shall owl, Miss Moody, my schedule is rather full next week, but perhaps we could squeeze in tea?"
Hermione nodded slowly, knowing she was missing something vital. "Of course, Madam Malfoy. I look forward to it."
"I'm missing something," she murmured to Gideon once the Malfoys had left.
He hummed, "I don't think he knows we've found all five."
Hermione froze, considering that. "And she doesn't want him to."
"No." Gideon replied slowly, "Because of Abraxas, do you think?"
"Pandora believes he's under the imperius. Whether alway or just some of the time I don't know. Can it cause a compulsion?"
"As in if he knew would he have to tell his father?" Gideon checked Hermione nodded, "That's not how the imperious works but there are family spells."
"Jesus." Hermione muttered, "Can you check?"
"Me personally? Not a chance. But in general..ah..not a chance. Family magics can be tricky."
"Fucking wonderful," Hermione muttered.
"Isn't it just?" Gideon quipped sardonically.
"Mya you made it!" Cassie screeched meeting her at the doors.
"Um. Yup". Hermione nodded, looking unsure.
"Well come on then! We've snuck Amy and her friend Rose in and a couple of friends from Ravenclaw, you'll love them I'm sure! Oh I'm so excited!" Cassie jumped, clapping her hands. "Lils got her mum to send some amazing things to her. Alice was a bit confused about what a pond has to do with skin."
Hermione blinked before she snorted, her brain catching up with Cassie's words."Ponds cold cream?"
Cassie grinned, "Yes. I do love expanding Purebloods worlds, they're so sheltered. Although Alice's mum sent her a potion for my hair." Cassie tugged on a curl ruefully, "So I won't tease too much. The stuff was amazing and well…your curls might not be quite like mine, but I'm sure you understand how bloody difficult managing them is."
"Yes,'' Hermione smiled ruefully, "My hair was always a bushy mess until one of my roommates got exasperated and stole my brush. She gave me an hour-long lecture about wet brushing and correct products but honestly, it was too much faff to do most days. I used to just pleat it and be done with it."
Cassie snorted, "I can imagine. Mum used to braid mine but it takes too long to do myself and I'm sort of liking what I've got going on."
Hermione laughed, shaking her head, "Your hair looks fab."
"My hair looks big." Cassie corrected.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine," she conceded, "It looks big. But it also looks fab."
"Oh I know," Cassie grinned, patting her hair gently.
Laughing, Hermione followed her up to the Gryffindor common room, blanching slightly once she realised where they were heading. She hadn't given it much thought. Any thought really but being faced with the fat lady made her want to vomit. Silently following Cassie inside was worse. Very little had changed and looking around the Gryffindor common room and not seeing Ron or Harry or Neville or Ginny or any of them, felt like a punch in the gut. Cassie continued speaking, utterly oblivious to her impending breakdown. She froze when she felt a hand grip her arm tightly, "I know it's girls' night but I just need to borrow Hermione for a moment," Remus' voice came from next to her before he manoeuvred her back out of the portrait hole. "I don't know what to do now," he confessed, sounding panicked as Hermione fought to control her breathing, her breaths coming in shuddering gasps as she realised she was sobbing, Nuri letting out little frightened notes from around her neck. "Fuck, Hermione," he whined before he engulfed her in a tight hug. "Breathe. Please breathe. I'm not good at this."
"Let her go." another voice commanded, sounding more serious than Hermione had ever heard it. "Alright love, you're going to listen to me. Can you do that?" Hermione thought she made a noise of consent, he must have taken it as one. "Right then, I'm going to take your hand and I'm going to put it on my chest, you're going to feel my breathing and you're going to match it."
Hermione felt her hand being lifted with a detached feeling, "Good girl," the voice cooed. She knew it, she knew she did, she just didn't have the capacity to place it right now. Slowly, her breathing started to calm, syncing with the breaths she could feel as the voice continued murmuring soothingly. "Can you look at me now?" it checked when Hermione was no longer gasping.
Slowly, Hermione's head rose, meeting the concerned eyes of Sirius Black. "Welcome back."
"Thank you," she rasped, pulling the now quiet dragon from her neck to cuddle.
He hummed, "Do you want to talk about it?" Hermione shook her head rapidly. "Alright." he agreed, sitting down next to her. "Although we should probably discuss what you're going to tell Cassie."
Hermione blew out a breath, "I don't know." she admitted.
"See if you tell me what triggered it, I might be able to help." Sirius wheedled.
Hermione gave a mirthless laugh, "I wouldn't even know where to begin." she admitted.
"Well the beginning helps, but if you want to start in the middle feel free, Remus will just ask lots of questions."
"Remus will do no such thing," Remus protested, still looking at Hermione with concern. "Is..I mean you're obviously not alright but ah…"
"Am I no longer at risk of an imminent breakdown?" she smiled wryly, dropping her head onto a startled Sirius' shoulder in mimicry of her behaviour with his older counterpart.
Unseen Remus grimaced, "Well, not quite how I'd have worded it…."
"I'm…I don't know." Hermione confessed quietly. "I want to say yes but…"
"Is it the common room?"Sirius frowned "Or the people?"
"Both," Hermione murmured, confusing them both.
"Ok so ah…I don't honestly know what to suggest." Remus admitted.
Hermione hummed, racking her brain for a way to make it through the common room before she remembered the stories the man next to her had told her in a previous life. Stories of sneaking into the girls' dorms, able to bypass the staircase. Memories of him doing just that in his hunt for revenge. "Give me to Cassie?" she asked in a small voice, handing Nuri to Remus.
"Give you to Cassie?" Sirius' eyebrows shot skyward before his jaw dropped when a slightly sad-looking otter looked back at him.
"You are adorable!" he exclaimed, a grin splitting his face before he scooped her up, hugging her, making her squeak. Remus bit back a smile at the sight.
"Well then. Shall we?"
"What were you up to!" Cassie demanded when they re-entered the room, SIrius stroking a hand continuously over Hermione's dense fur when he felt her trembling.
"Nothing to worry about Cassie, darling." Sirius smiled winningly.
"Where is Hermione?" Sirius instinctively took a step back at the threat he heard in her voice.
"Here," Remus interjected quickly, scooping Hermione out of Sirius' arms and depositing her in Cassie's.
Cassie blinked down at the otter in her arms., "Of course she is." she muttered," Well then. I ah…it's one way to sneak you in I suppose."
Balancing Nuri on her shoulder, she shook her head as if to clear it before taking them both up the stairs to the girls' dorm.
"Where's Hermione?" Lily asked as Cassie entered, looking around as if Hermione was hiding behind her back. Alice smirked, her eyes on the otter in her arms, moving from the bed she was sitting on to pull the otter to her for a cuddle.
"You are beyond adorable and I am jealous." she cooed.
"That's Hermione?" Rose demanded, her eyes going wide. "I thought Hermione was a witch. You definitely told me she was a witch."
"She's an animagus, you idiot." Amelia sighed, looking at her friend exasperatedly.
"Oh!" Rose flushed. "Right. That…ah makes more sense."
"Do you intend to turn back now and meet them properly?" Amelia asked, arching a brow at Hermione. Who squeaked, and burrowed further into Alice.
"More cuddles for me," the witch exclaimed happily, sitting back down on the bed with Hermione on her lap.
Lily's eyes narrowed before they met Cassie's with concern. Cassie shrugged, knowing something had happened but not at all sure what.
"I ah…is she going to stay an otter?" Fiona Abbott queried, peering at Hermione with interest.
"Who knows," Alice shrugged, grinning, "But I doubt it. She probably just needs a couple of minutes to acclimatise. I imagine it's quite difficult being here when she's missing her friends from home."
"I didn't think of that," the witch acknowledged. "Still she can invite them to visit, can't she?"
Alice cuddled the otter closer when she felt her tense but it was Lily who answered, "I don't know what happened, but no they can't."
"Why?"
"There was…an accident or something. She didn't say but none of her friends made it."
"Made it…as in…Oh gods."
"Which is why tonight is going to be the best sleepover ever," Cassie announced as if daring them to argue with her.
"Of course it is," Lily agreed, "But first we're going to discuss what on earth you're up to with Severus."
"Severus Snape, Severus?" Rose demanded as Cassie squirmed slightly.
"I'm not doing anything with Severus," Cassie protested.
"Oh not at all," Amelia teased, "Just being nice…friendly…."
"You wanted us to be nicer!"
Alice snorted, "You scare the living daylights out of him."
"I do not!"
"You do actually," Hermione spoke, sitting next to Alice rather than on her.
"I…I do?" Cassie faltered.
"Oh don't look like that. Keep going, it's good for him to be shoved out of his comfort zone. He just doesn't know what you want. Suspicious idiot." Hermione smiled slightly fondly.
"You know Snape?"
Hermione turned to the witch who had spoken, taking in her astonished expression. Idly she realised she reminded her of someone, she'd definitely seen that hair before. "I do."
"Oh, I'm Iris Blishiwck," she held out her hand. Hermione took it warily, still unable to place the witch. "Now Snape…is our Cass pinning her hopes on someone unattainable?"
Hermione blinked, giving herself a moment as it hit her. The witch reminded her of Lavender. Same hair, now she was looking, a similarly shaped face, although the rest of her dormmates' features must have come from her father. She turned to Cassie. "Are you serious?"
Cassie crossed her arms, "This wasn't meant to be an interrogation. But sort of…maybe. He intrigues me. Did he mention he's been working on duelling with me?"
"No, he did not,." Hermione murmured, a smirk travelling over her face as she felt some of the tension leave her. She could do that. Be here. And not unravel. She likely couldn't be in the common room, but it was a start. "However I intend to tease him mercilessly, so be prepared for that."
"You're going to tease Snape?" Fiona asked incredulously, "Are you sure that's wise?"
Hermione shrugged, "He's yet to beat me in a duel. And he likes me really."
Amelia snorted, "Ignore Fiona, Snape terrifies her. And he does like you, Merlin knows you get away with pushing his buttons more than anyone else I've seen."
"He's a bit like the grumpy little brother I've never had." Hermione mused. "And he's not nearly as terrifying as he'd have you believe."
"He's not?" Fiona squeaked.
"No," Hermione smiled, "Grumpy, impatient and prickly, absolutely, but he's a marshmallow underneath that."
Even Lily looked at her as if she was questioning her sanity, "Are we sure we're talking about the same wizard?" Rose asked hesitantly.
"Oh yes. You just have to work to get past that prickly exterior and not many people bother. Which I understand, he can be cutting."
"Huh." the witch looked at her with interest. "How cutting do you think he'd be if I tried?"
"Honestly, I have no idea."
A sly smile travelled over her face. "I think I might give it a go, see what he thinks of our girl here."
"Please don't." Cassie groaned miserably.
Alice smirked, "I can get Frank to probe him. I think they might actually be friends."
Lily shifted uncomfortably at that, "I spoke to him, you know. After our conversation."
"You did?" Hermione swivelled to face her.
"Yes. It was…both awkward and cathartic. We're not friends but…we're no longer avoiding each other." Hermione squinted at her as she tried to work out whether that was a positive or not. It annoyed her that she couldn't tell. "I miss him. Who he was." Lily admitted with a sigh, giving in to her scrutiny.
Hermione hummed, nodding as she wondered what was safe to say. "He won't ever be who he was." she said finally, "But perhaps you can be friends eventually with who he is now."
"Maybe," Lily murmured, looking pensive.
"Right enough of this." Cassie clapped her hands, "Let's get hair and face masks and then Hermione is going to tell us about the delectable Prewett twins and what's happening there!"
"Oh or what about that wizard who came into the Great Hall for you?" Iris demanded, summoning potions from somewhere. "He was dreamy."
Hermione grimaced, "No. No, absolutely not!"
Looking taken aback, Iris queried, "Why not?"
"Because he's like my brother," Hermione whined, "He's not dreamy! He's Alex"
Iris snorted, "I hate to break it to you, but he's hot. He reminds me of a more refined version of Potter, actually."
"Probably because they're cousins," Hermione muttered, taking the vial the witch eyed consideringly before handing it to her.
"Are they really?" Iris perked up."
"You are betrothed," Fiona nudged her.
"Doesn't mean I can't look! And it's not like I don't think Nigel is attractive. He is!"
"He doesn't do it for me," the other witch shrugged unapologetically, beginning to work her potion through her hair.
"No you like yours a little more…rugged." Rose teased.
Fiona flushed, "He sort of makes me want to wrap him up in a bubble charm and protest him. He might look a bit more rugged but he's so nice. Genuinely nice. It's adorable."
Hermione's eyes darted around the room wondering who they were talking about. "Remus." Lily supplied seeing her look. Hermione's jaw dropped slightly before she laughed.
"Don't let his nice act fool you, that man is as much of a menace as Sirius Black." she cocked her head, "Well, maybe not quite as much," she conceded, "But he's not as innocent as he'd like you to believe."
"I've been trying to tell them," Lily sighed, "But none of them believe me."
"Don't you start Miss I think you're awful James Potter but oops now I seem to be letting you fondle me in alcoves Evans."
Lily turned so red she clashed with her hair, "He was not fondling me!" she protested.
"Groping?" Alice suggested with a smirk.
"Massaging?" Iris piped up
"Kneading?" Fiona tried.
"Feeling her up?" Amelia snorted.
"You're all awful," Lily lamented.
"Or jealous," Cassie laughed, "the last person to touch my tits was Peter and it was during spin the bottle. He has clammy hands."
"I could have lived my entire life not knowing that." Hermione shuddered.
"Couldn't we all," Amelia agreed. "Now pass me that potion, there's no way you're getting that through your hair on your own."
Hermione woke the next morning, curled in Cassie's bed, Nuri cuddled into the crook of her neck. The night before had been surprisingly fun once she'd been able to block out her demons. The girls were still light, untainted by war and loss, all of them had gone out of their way to include her, drawing her into their group in a way she had never experienced before. It had been…nice. Shifting slowly so as not to wake any of them, Hermione picked Nuri up and decided it was time to be brave. She couldn't have a breakdown if she had to come back here.
Slowly, she crept down the staircase and into the common room. It still hurt. In the darkness of the morning she could almost convince herself that her boys just weren't awake yet, that as the sky brightened, they'd come bouncing down the stairs, Ron looking for his breakfast, Harry excited about escaping to fly. It left a hollow feeling inside her as she forced herself to face the fact that that wouldn't be happening.
Idly, she wandered around the room, running her fingers over the plush fabric of the sofas, spotting Harry's favourite chair by the side of the fire, her table, tucked into the corner, not covered in too many books, but empty, tidier than she'd ever seen it once she'd commandeered it in her first year. Continuing her perusal, she took in the changes, the fabrics less faded, the tapestries not yet bearing the marks of Fred and Georges fireworks, no notice on the board asked for WWW testers, no football sat underneath the chair Dean favoured, Ron's chess set wasn't set up in the corner, Parvati's magazines weren't littering the space in front of the fire, Katies lucky socks were not stuck to the wall as a symbol, Collins photographs weren't dotted about. She didn't know how to stop the tears as the pain hit her with as much force as the night before and she collapsed into Harry's seat, curling up, closing her eyes, allowing herself to pretend that this was all a vivid nightmare and when she woke, everything would be as it was.
"You really should talk about it, you know."
Hermione jumped, her eyes flying open as her wand pointed at the voice. Sirius' slightly frightened eyes met hers. "Sorry," she muttered, lowering her wand, and swiping under her eyes.
He hummed, "I won't pretend I understand but something here upsets you. Maybe you should talk about it."
"I can't," she whispered.
"Why?" he demanded, nudging her over in the seat, wiggling down beside her.
She gave a sad smile, allowing her head to drop to his shoulder again, "Because it's dangerous."
He hummed, "For you?"
"For everyone," she sighed.
"So something to do with this war then." Hermione stiffened. "Don't do that," he chided. "I might act like an arse but I've had my fair share of panic attacks. My mother…well. The less said about her the better. I won't push you but…" he let out a deep sigh. "I've made some shitty decisions and blamed them on my delightful parents. And some of it was at least partially their fault but not all of it. And…as Frank, and you, so wonderfully pointed out, we're not going to be in school forever. I don't want…I don't want to make someone feel the way my mother made me feel. And I guess I probably did. Frank says I need to apologise to Snape." Hermione hummed, "I don't want to." he confessed, "He rubs me up the wrong way but ah…I did something unforgivable."
"I know," Hermione admitted.
Sirius went rigid. "How?"
"I just do. And I absolutely think you need to apologise to Severus." she sighed, wiggling until she was looking at him, her legs draped over his lap and the arm of the chair. "You are not a bad person Sirius Black but you make stupid, impulsive decisions you don't think through. And one day, that's going to get you murdered or locked in Azkaban."
He flinched, "Don't sugarcoat it now."
Hermione shrugged, "I could. But I don't think that's what you need."
"I'm not good at apologies," he muttered.
"Did you apologise to Remus?"
"Repeatedly," he whispered. "They finally forgave me when they found me having a panic attack rather like the one you had yesterday. I'd been…hiding them. It was the first time I can remember them looking at me like they did every other Black, you know. They didn't speak to me for almost three months. It was…it was fucking awful and it was heading for summer and I knew I had to go back to my prejudiced, hex-happy parents and I…I didn't cope particularly well."
She hummed, "No I imagine not."
"I think the panic attack that they had to get Alice to deal with was the first time they realised I was genuinely sorry. Which I suppose brings me back to my original point. I was..honest with them then. I hadn't been before. I told them exactly how awful home was and it helped. Once I got over how fucking awful it was to talk about. So maybe, maybe you need to talk to someone too."
Hermione nodded, leaning her head against the back of the chair. "Probably."
"But?" he probed.
She sighed, "There are a handful of people I can talk to. But i…we're busy. I don't want to…I can't stand the pity."
He gave her a sad smile, "As I was told, repeatedly, it's not pity. It's sadness for how much you're hurting."
Hermione snorted, "Who told you that?"
"Your godfather." he replied lightly, "I'd…lashed out at Aunt Effie and he found me. I was expecting him to lecture, punish me for my behaviour. Instead, he sat down and told me that it was alright to be scared. It was alright to be angry but that I was taking it out on the wrong people. It was…well it wasn't a fun conversation but he never raised his voice, he listened to me ranting and crying." Siris gave a wry smile, "There was rather a lot of crying. And that's when he told me it wasn't pity Aunt Effie felt. So, if you want to tell me, tell someone. Or I'll owl Charlus and tell him."
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh I would!" Sirius contradicted, "The Potters…they love with everything they have. They'd be devastated to know you were struggling but didn't want to bother them."
Hermione sighed with resignation. "Fine. I'll…try."
"Good," he nodded, watching her with an uncharacteristically serious expression. "Will you ever tell us?"
"Maybe one day." Hermione sighed, her eyes closing.
He hummed, his head thinking back on the back of the seat, "I guess that will do for now then." he murmured.