Magic throughout Time

Summary: With the battle of Hogwarts going and Death-eaters hot on her trail, Hermione slips away to the Room of Requirement after the fire that broke out to see if it still worked; but with a little magic from a powerful Ancestor. Hermione is pulled into the era of King Henry VIII, why she's there shakes her to the core. She has to stop him from making the biggest mistake of his life, plunging England into a bloodthirsty era.

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When we compare the present life of man on Earth with that time of which we have no knowledge, it seems to me like a swift flight of a single sparrow through a banquet hall on a winter's day. After a few moments of comfort, he vanishes from sight into the wintry world from which he came. Even so, man appears on Earth for a little while, but of what went before this life or what will follow, we know nothing.

King Henry VIII

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Chapter 2: A New Life

To the King of England, the next forty-eight hours were the longest he had ever known; apart from his children's births- bastards or not, he was in deep thought about what if he hadn't been there to rescue the unknown girl from her horse and his blood started to boil as the thoughts of a man taking away her purity and innocence.

Henry suddenly found himself preoccupied in finding out the puzzle that the girl was; once that puzzle was finally finished the girl's haunting, cinnamon brown eyes will able to let him rest in peace.

He watched without interest as the dancers that Katherine dreamed up will be suitable entertainment for them both dance about in bold costume of blues, reds and greens with flowers entwined within the women's hair, finally Henry let out a small breath of relief as Lord Redfern, the court's Royal physician came into the throne room.

"Your majesty, May I require a private audience?"

Without even bothering to look towards Katherine or her ladies in waiting, mainly Anne and Margret Boleyn, Henry got to his feet and the music, dancing and chatter all died as the King stepped away from the throne.

"Play on, play on." Henry ordered, waving his hand to the musicians and as soon as Henry walked through the double doors leading to one of his many private studies, the chatter, music and dancing started up again.

Once they were in private, Henry couldn't stop himself asking the questions about his unnamed guest.

"Has our unnamed guest awoken at last, Lord Redfern?"

"She has your majesty," Redfern replied, nodding slightly. "She appears to be well, but slightly confused. She wishes to send word to her father to let him know where she is."

"So, is she well enough for me to enter?"

"Yes," Redfern replied, smiling at Henry's expression. "Her only lasting symptom appears to be a headache, something one will have after being knocked unconscious by a horse and it is safe for you to see her, sire."

Henry set aside his ever-growing thoughts as he followed Redfern to the chamber doors, when the signal was made, two servant-girls opened it and the King stepped through taking in the scent of lavender, roses and mint and drank it all in. Glancing around, Henry found the girl sitting upon the bed, facing the window, her golden brown locks were brushed and pinned away from her elegant-shaped face and she was dressed in a simple green dress with silver beading details, highly no doubt to Henry that it was borrowed from one of the ladies from court.

"My lady," Redfern said in his normal, formal tones, making the girl instantly get to her feet and face the both men. "May I introduce, his majesty, the King of England."

Painfully slowly Henry watched as the girl curtsied low to the floor, in one swift movement Henry was at the girl's side and helped the girl to her feet, touching her in a soft but loving way at the chin and smiled at her. When she smiled back, Henry thought the breath was knocked out of him, had he thought she was pretty before- now she was breathing-taking beautiful.

"My lady…"

"If it pleases his majesty," Hermione interrupted him, earning a slight annoyed look from him. "Hermione would be just fine, I am no Lady… I'm just the daughter of a blacksmith."

"But alas fair maiden, from what I can tell Hermione, you are a Lady. For you do not look like a man." Henry replied, rubbing his chin and earning a small blush from Hermione. "I made you blush, there you see… You are a lady, for no mere man could ever blush so sweetly."

"Your majesty is too kind."

"I hear you wish to write your father a letter? Of course, your father must be in a state of panic of not seeing you return home."

"I thank you, your majesty."

"Thank me?" Henry asked, looking Hermione confused. "I'm just doing what I think is best for my people, for your father is the most prized blacksmith England has ever known."

"You mistake me, sire. I simply wish to thank you for I hear it was you that saved me from my accident." Hermione explained. "I wish to give you my thanks before my father comes to collect me."

"My dear child, there is no need to thank me." Henry replied, bowing as he retreated and then paused. "It was an honour to save one such as beautiful as you, but now I really must know, why haven't I seen you at court? Surely your father hadn't kept your beauty hidden from us for so long?"

"My father is very protective of me since I am his only daughter and due to my mother recent passing, I am the only one that takes care of him."

Henry could hear the sound of sadness in her voice, her cinnamon brown eyes turned away as tears filled inside them.

"I am sorry to hear of your mother's passing, Hermione." Henry replied, touching her hand and made the crying girl look into his brown orbs. "You must also tell your family to come to court, and you may go home the day after tomorrow's evening."

"But your majesty must be busy; I wish not to-…"

"My dear girl," Henry stated, placing a finger on Hermione's soft lips, cutting her of and helping her to her feet. "You will be like a breath of fresh air to this dimly court, for I must confide in you that these people dwelling in my castle plot and scheme behind my back."

"Then sire," Hermione said, smiling at him sweetly. "I shall not tell a soul what you have just told me now, I will do my best to be of service to you and your Queen."

"You will not be of service to me or the Queen, sweet Hermione. It is I, the Queen and my castle that shall be service to you and your family for you are my guest for the next two nights." Henry replied, as he took hold of her letter that she quickly had written and sealed it with his crest. "There, so no one shall read but your father. But to be sure that it reaches just your father's hand, I shall give it to one of my favourite and trusted messengers."

"I thank you again, your majesty." Hermione replied, as she took his arm again. "No one had shown me much kindness as you have done."

"I would like to invite and escort you personally to dinner" Henry replied, kissing Hermione lightly on the fingers. "I shall make my leave now, since it's the duty of the King to escort the guest to the feast."

"As you wish," Hermione replied, giving a small smile to him. "Your majesty."

Henry gave her a small nod in return; then he left in an eruptive manner, strange for the King of England to do so.

"Lord Redfern," Hermione called, making the old aging man look back at the brown eyed girl. "Have you gone to many feasts with the King?"

"One or two a year, my lady."

"Do you think…" Hermione muttered, looking up at the doctor. "That you could teach me the manners the manners of the court life; I wish not to embarrass his majesty since I am his guest."

"Why, child," Lord Redfern replied; smiling at her. "I would be delighted to tell you as much as I can."

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Henry Tudor, the King of England walked with a slight spring in his step as he advanced towards the room where the Lady Hermione waited for him to escort her to dinner; he froze at the door as light laughter escaped from her room, eyes narrowed as he then heard then chuckle belonging to Charles Brandon follow next.

Henry knocked loudly twice before entering without waiting for someone to open the door, he then froze as he seen his childhood friend, Charles, his wife Jane and the Lady Hermione sitting down. Hermione rose along with Jane and Charles and they bowed at him; Henry then helped Hermione back to her feet in a soft and tender way.

"That dress is flattering on you, Lady Hermione." Henry said, as he watched as the light from the fireplace danced across the scarlet material that brought out the cream in Hermione's skin tone and the brightness in her eyes.

"I thank you, your majesty." Hermione replied, smiling as she looked towards Jane and Charles. "I must thank Lady Seymour for lending me this dress."

Jane gave her a small nod, then Henry held out his hand for Hermione. "Come, the court must be famishing by now."