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Chapter 9: Holiday Story

The trio found a free compartment and settled there before the train starts to take the road to Hogwarts. Hermione didn't hold up, her whole world was upset since the end of her holidays. That's right, she had not thought about the Death Eater's attack at the Quidditch World Cup since she'd learned it. For the moment, she wanted only one thing: to tell everything to her friends but the conversation started very quickly on the Dark Lord. She could not insert the news, so she decided to wait.

Hermione then asked them for news of what had happened since their separation. On the side of the two boys, nothing had happened, Harry had spent what was left of the summer at Ron and unlike their first year, the young man was much less impressionable by a life entirely governed by magic. However, he enjoyed spending time with the Weasleys, the setting was so much more pleasant than the Dursley's. It was unthinkable to believe that it was them, his real family…

"And you Hermione? Anything new? I guess it must have some, like the woman who took you to the train!" Exclaimed Harry, who had noticed that the brunette was not, to his knowledge, Hermione's mother.

"Well done Harry, indeed, things happened in such a short time, I sometimes still feel that my head will explode."

"Who was it then?" Ron asked, filled with curiosity.

"My mother …"

The two boys looked at her with a dazed air of their own. Harry remembered the head of Hermione's mother very well. He had met her, just like her father, in Diagon Alley just before the start of their second year. It was, therefore, impossible for this woman to be her mother. For Ron, it was simpler, he was waiting for explanations. He knew Hermione well enough to know that her sentences were, in general, much longer than two words.

"Uh, are you developing there?" Harry added.

"Short or long version?"

"Long! With all the train time we have. For once we will be fully aware of what you will tell us!" Ron laughs then.

His two friends could only accompany him in his laugh, it was true that the two young men were very rarely listening to all that their friend could express.

"I learned, not long ago, that I was adopted. I had doubts for some time but never really think about it. So I understood when my biological mother contacted me, with magic."

With the end of her sentence, she scotched them. Admittedly, they had no prejudice that Hermione was a muggleborn, but that was how they defined her in their minds. She had even become a perfect match for those from Muggle families like her who wanted to rebuff the Pureblood. In general, many had come to see her as an example and this whole way of thinking was suddenly to be seen again if Hermione ever came from a family of wizards. They waited patiently for the rest of the story.

"I know it's going to be hard to believe, but I want you to know that I do not make fun of you and tell you the truth, right?"

"Of course, Mione!" They both answered in chorus.

"My birth mother is called Regina, but you may know her by another name. Well, more Harry! I don't think there's a wizard version of this story. Let's say ... Well ... She was nicknamed the "Evil Queen" in Snow White's tale. After the version we have, we are totally different from the story, from the real story."

"I'm totally lost..." Sighed Ron.

Hermione calmly resumed her story. She explained to Ron that in the muggle world, there were many fairy tales in which, in general, witches were the villains of history. It was an absurd idea for someone who, like Ron, had lived in a family of wizards forever. Once this idea had been swallowed, it took a few minutes for the boys to fully realize that Hermione had just confessed that she was the daughter of a fairy tale character.

Ron simply did not believe it and asked for evidence, something that Hermione could not provide. She was hurt by the attitude of her friend who had assured him, minutes before, that he would believe her. Harry was much more open-minded and found this revelation more than incredible. He wondered what kind of powers the witch could have and if she had left it to her daughter.

"She doesn't use a wand then?" Asked Harry.

"No, none, if I understand correctly. But I could not have a demonstration other than the Crystal Ball I told you about. Apparently, as she does not come from this universe, only in the city where she lives in the United States can magic as hers express herself."

"Maybe you have magic, her magic, in you!" Harry exclaimed, more and more playful.

"Yes, maybe!"

She gave him a deep smile and did not dwell on Ron's pouting face, who still did not seem to believe it all. The rest of the trip was quite silent until another, more neutral subject was stated by Harry. Hermione wondered though, if one day she could learn magic, the one she inherited from her mother. It was an idea that delighted her to the highest degree. She wanted to talk to Harry about her plan to spend her vacation in Storybrooke when the train arrived.

Once in the main hall, discussions were going on everywhere until Dumbledore began his usual speech. This year, an event awaited them: the Triwizard Tournament. They then saw the Bulgarian students arrive, French, and the rest of the meal focused on who would participate or not and on the type of event they could face. She wondered for a moment, meeting her housekeeper's gaze, if she should tell her about Regina.

She gave herself a moment's thought before deciding that she wanted to make her own opinion first. Unless obligated, she would make sure that only Harry and Ron knew about it.