Chapter Sixteen: The Past and The Present Collide

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A/N: The Darkness Expands and Consumes. What people think of the Light is a lie... Sorry, I'm rambling again. While I will still be updating this story here I have also put it up on Archive of Our Own. Why do you ask? Well, it's simple so I can make this take on the darker tones I intended to go. Also, the adult material I want to put in this story from the beginning can now be added to it. So that's why if you did a Google Search for it appears in two places. I will still be posting here so that you don't miss out on the new chapters, but they will be a tone lighter cause of writing rules on this site.

Hermione was sitting there wondering what could possibly happen between now and the start of term given what everyone was talking about at the moment she couldn't help but think about the trials she had undergone a couple of weeks ago. That Umbridge thought she could bring Hermione to her knees was both infuriating and humorous. She couldn't understand how a deplorable woman got so high ranking in the government in the first place. Just thinking about this made her growl a little bit.

"Whoa darling I know you don't want to see Ronald in his skivvies, but this shouldn't make you this mad." Pansy said with a little more jovial tone in her voice than one truly needed.

"What?" Hermione asked more than a little confused.

"She clearly wasn't listening," Harry said with a happy tone to his face.

"No, I wasn't," Hermione said as she reached over and swatted him on the arm. "So what were you talking about 'cause I highly doubt it was Ronald's skivvies."

"No it wasn't, but I had to say something to get your attention." Pansy said before she leant over and kissed Hermione lightly on the cheek. "We kind of all think that that bint is a bit of a glory whore."

"Pansy!" both Daphne and Hermione said as one.

"What girls it's true." Harry came to Pansy's defence.

Daphne swatted him on the shoulder. "You are only saying that because the 'boys' have got to stick together."

"Isn't that the truth," Pansy said with a broad smile as she high fived Harry.

Daphne looked over at Hermione, and they stared at one another for about a minute before they nodded to one another. As one they swatted their loved ones on the back of their heads. "Oww," they said as one. Daphne then looked back at Hermione. "So what did happen during Umbridge's trial. I'm only asking cause my Dad won't tell us what happened."

Hermione scrunched her nose at this question. She wasn't under lockdown on what she could tell people, but this wasn't something she thought most people would want to know. "I'd love to tell you, but what I know might not set that well with you. I mean it was only buried under the Lucius Malfoy news because she was a part of his bullshite."

"This may be true, but knowing our luck Hermione we may be facing this bint at some point in the near future." Pansy said with a sombre smile.

"When did you become prophetic?" Hermione asked.

"Yesterday," Pansy said with a smile. "They need to know what happened to that bint. 'Cause even though I was there and dealt with her previously thanks to Jeffery. These two I don't think they have. So you tell them or I will. Besides, I think learning the truth about what happened after the trial from us will beat learning about what happened in the Prophet a week from now."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine..."

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Dolores was sitting there in her holding room absolutely furious. This underage bint hand single handedly gotten her and Lucius Malfoy positions in the Ministry called into question by simply pointing out the flaws in the RIGHTFUL laws they had enacted. Who was going to willingly oppose the young bitch at this moment?! Especially after their failed attempt to deny bitch her rightful 'half-blood' status. However if what she's been hearing was true thin this bitch should be called a halfbreed. No wizard would willingly sleep with a 'Goddess' to create a new breed. The opposite was for absolutely true as well. There was no way that a goddess of MAGIC would sleep with a foul muggle. That was just something that not only didn't sit right with here

"I actually doubt the so-called 'Goddess' was the actual noble Lady of Magic." Dolores screamed out in frustration. "Lady Hecate would NEVER LAY IN BED WITH A MUGGLE! IF I AM WRONG I ASK THE GREAT LADY TO PROVE ME WRONG!"

As the words left her lips the room started to get warmer. Within seconds it felt like the room was on fire. The sound of a raging fire ignited behind her causing Dolores to jump towards the roof. She spun around while reaching for her wand, and much to her dismay she'd forgotten that it was confiscated before she was placed in this room. Standing behind her was a woman who stood in the centre of the room. The look in her bright grey eyes was more than a little frightening. It was like Dolores had kicked her kitten. There was a slight breeze moving her deep black hair. What bothered Dolores was that her hair had slight midnight blue highlights. Even though she was terrified she took this time to look at the woman's figure. She was staring at one of the most well-fit women she'd ever seen. She wasn't as beautiful as a supermodel, but there was no denying her beauty. The deep ebony robes paired with her steel grey eyes made her more than a little intimidating. This silver light bouncing between her fingers.

Before Dolores could say anything the woman snapped her fingers and Dolores found herself being slammed down on her knees. Before she could say anything the woman spoke. "What do I HAVE to PROVE to you Dolores Jane Umbridge?"

Dolores could feel her rage building now. How dare this THING treat her like this. It didn't matter that SHE had somehow found a way around the enchantment protecting the Ministry. The words left her mouth before she could truly measure her words like she normally did, and her voice was devoid of her 'chipper' tone. The bitterness in her voice made her flinch at this odd bitter taste in the mouth. "You have to PROVE TO ME THAT HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER IS THE DAUGHTER OF A GODDESS!"

This wicked smile crawled across her face. "With pleasure toad." The woman held up her left hand and snapped her fingers. The next thing Dolores knew she was falling down and all she could do was scream. It took what felt like an hour for her to approach the ground. She held out right hand and focused excessively on the Slowing Charm. Thankfully she started slowing down, and she cast a smug look at where the bint should be. No one was there. She looked around for and didn't find her until she looked towards the ground. The woman was standing on the ground looking up at her. As she approached the ground Dolores pointe her feet towards the ground.

Once her feet hit the ground the woman said: "Welcome to my home." Dolores looked around the space for something to defend herself with. Her eyes fell on the last thing she thought she'd see unprotected: a wand. "Well this isn't really just my home it is the home of other deities as well, but this location is where I spend most of my time."

It was at this point that Dolores ran for the wand. 'I'll either prove her wrong or right, and I doubt she's right.' Dolores thought with a smirk on her face as she ran for the wand. Once she was near it she reached out for it and grabbed it. The moment it was in her hand she was racked with agonizing pain. She bit her lower lip to fight through the pain as she round on this woman. She still had this smug smirk on her face. Dolores growled as she raised the wand and flicked it at the woman before saying: Generi Revelare!" Dolores could no longer hold on to the wand because of the pain, but given what was revealed she doubted she'd have been able to hold it for much longer anyway.

Goddess (Titaness) of Magic, Womanhood, Phases of the Moon, Crossroads, Ghosts, and Darkness. Guide to the Afterlife.

"Do you believe me now?" The smooth tone of her voice sent a chill down Dolores' spine. There was NO WAY her magic was wrong, but how could one of the Lady's wands hurt her?

"Of course your grace," Dolores said as she curtsied. "But I've had my doubts Granger's claims about being your daughter. There is no way you'd sleep with her father a filthy..." Dolores' mouth snapped shut at that moment. She was finding it very difficult to talk right now.

"I can assure you mortal that she is my daughter, and I can equally assure you that you vaunted words mean nothing to me. I know what is hidden behind your honeyed tone." The glare from the goddess was more than a little unnerving. It was in this moment Dolores realised that she could not treat this being like she did other people, and this was off-putting, to say the least. "What you have been taught and believe in is a blatant lie, and I will relish in the day it is rent asunder. Do not try to work against it now because we will know if you're doing it to save your own arse. Now if you've truly changed your ways then go for it, but don't think you can work against it falsely thinking we will be fooled."

Even though she KENW this 'woman' was a goddess she couldn't believe that she would be so... disrespectful of her actions. Sure, now she could no longer stand behind the 'pure-blood' ideology as she had been since she was a child. The mudbloods still posed a threat to them because they were uneducated about their way of life. She also wasn't too sure that a muggleborn might not be able to... AMPLIFY their natural magic by stealing a pure-bloods to make theirs stronger. She could test this assertion."But surely madam there is a way muggleborns steal the gift you give to AMPLIFY their own." Dolores pleaded as she felt this huge tremor flow through her body. "I mean other things can be stolen why can't magic?"

A deep baritone voice behind her caused Dolores to jump. "Because your magic has as much to do with your soul as it does your blood. Your parents can carry the genes of a mage, but if their souls aren't strong enough then they can only carry the genes." As the man made his way around Dolores he picked up the wand on the ground. He was wearing muggle clothes instead of proper magical robes. He was wearing these greyish trousers and what she thought might be a sports coat. She couldn't really see the shirt he was wearing, but she thought it might black. His shoes though appeared to be made of dragon hide though. Once he stood up at his full height Dolores felt intimidated. The man stood about five-foot-nine-inches tall, and he had this three-inch scar over his right eye with an inch line at the base making it look like an inverted cross. The dark tone of his grey eyes carried this feel of violence, but he was moving with such a graceful step you would think the man meant no harm. "Is she the one causing the problems for Hermione mother?" The man asked as he glanced over at the goddess.

"Yes, Hektor she is causing more problems than I could anticipate. Yes, I've been watching, but as per the rules I could not stop your plans while they are in motion to protect Hermione." Lady Hecate said this with a little bitterness in her voice. The deity walked up to the young man. "Come here son let me look at you." The man walked over to the goddess. She put her hands on either side of his face and tilted his head to the left and right. "Why do you still have that scar?"

"Do you think they would believe that it is me when they see me without it?" The man said with a slight chuckle to his voice.

"No, but this meeting wasn't supposed to happen for two weeks, but since these requirements have been met it can happen right now. You could also decide to follow the original plan." Lady Hecate said with a slight smile. "And remember no matter how badly you want to if he is Magnus is not your target."

Hektor chuckled a little. "I know, but that doesn't mean I can't help her and Leto."

"Her name is Pansy in this lifetime Hektor." Hecate laughed at this point, and Dolores could feel this rage building up within her at being ignored like this. This was so familiar to her during her Hogwarts years, but these weren't students she could report. She didn't even think she could demand respect from them. "As for you Dolores Jane Umbridge, if you so much as touch this man your foreseeable life will not be pleasant, and none of that unpleasantness will be because of me. As for this meeting, it needs to come to an end."

"Your Ladyship I was only..." before Dolores could finish this sentence she felt like she was being yanked up on portkey. Although the feeling of being pulled upwards by the naval the speed was beyond anything Dolores had ever experienced in her life. It did take her long to return to her holding cell. What was bad about it is not that she was not sent walking towards the ground. Instead, she found her self shifted into a running position. So moving her legs in a walking manner turned a safety measure into a liability. She now found herself running towards an unbreakable door. When she slammed into it she screamed out loud. "DAMN IT!"

As she stumbled backwards the door was flung open. She was only able to see who it was when her bum landed on the ground. It was Cornelius with this concerned look on his face. Behind him was Madam Bones, two Aurors, Granger, and young Ms Parkinson. Before she could say anything about what happened everyone could hear the kindling of fire behind her. This of course was accompanied by the smell of burning coal. Dolores glared behind her at the source of this magic, and the moment she saw it all the blood drained from her face.

Lady Hecate looked over at her son. "I think she's learning. Let's see how long it last son."

"Who are you?" demanded Auror Yaxley.

"She's Lady Hecate the Goddess of Magic. I have... made the mistake of challenging her..." Dolores clamoured out.

The man standing beside the goddess laughed once more, and now this chill ran down her spine at its sound. It was more of a cackle than a laugh. "That's not the only thing you did you fool. You practically called Lady Hecate a whore." There was this devilish grin across the man's face. "I've known my fair share of fools, but you take the cake."

"Your forgetting that she stole your wand and cast a spell on me that disproved everything she believed." Hecate glared at her at this moment, and Dolores just wished she could crawl into a hole in the marble floor right about now.

"Is she your... mother?" Dolores could hear Cornelius talking to someone, and she didn't think she needed to turn around to see who that was.

"Yes sir, and the gentleman beside her is my older brother. Before you ask no he did not go to Hogwarts. He was born over three thousand years ago. I don't think I am allowed to tell YOU where he went to school, but I will say this the world has been looking for it for over three thousand years." Lady Granger sound both relieved and upset at the same moment. What could this man have done to upset her so much?

"Surely your joking. There is no way he is three-thousand years old." The sound of an upset Jeffery Parkinson did cause her to turn around. She cast him a hopeful gaze. This man could probably save her hide if he did mess things up worse than she did. The man had plans for his niece, but so long as she was dating a demigoddess no one was wanting to sign the parchment that would condemn their sons.

"Your right Mr Parkinson, but she actually was understating my age not overstating it. I am three-thousand seven-hundred and eighty-four years older than her sir. Before you ask: NO I did not obtain this agelessness and unkillable nature through the 'Dark Arts'. I earned the agelessness, Nectar of the Gods when I was twenty-five. I gained it for protecting three gods and goddesses from attackers and escorted them to their destination which was hundreds of miles away without complaint. I never tried to take advantage of the goddesses when they slept, and not once did I try to take a passing glance at them in moments of nudity. The gods tested me by trying to get me to do this but I rejected their advice. I told the goddess of this, and when we got to their destination the rewarding me with nectar. I stole one of the Apples Heracles a year later. Need I say more?"

"If this were true we'd know you by name boy!" Jeffery Parkinson screamed.

The man chuckled at this statement, and Parkinson's niece laugher at this statement sounded almost maniacal. "Uncle I've read this man's story, and I can assure you that if you knew who he was You-Know-Who would go from the scariest person you know of to the weakest piece of shite that has ever taken the title of Dark Lord. Though he never dined that title he was called a War Lord during his spiralling fall into darkness. Before you ask yes he was punished for all the things he did. For fifteen-hundred years he was imprisoned in a place you don't want to be."

"Where was that?" Parkinson screamed once more glaring dagger at his traitorous niece.

"A place where I was cursed to return from solid marble to living flesh. Granted to do that I had to be turned into a marble statue in the first place which was something that I would not recommend. If you want it to happen to make sure it is the last thing on your 'bucket list'. It hurts, a lot." Hektor told them with the stern look on his face. "Now if you don't mind I have to talk with my sister and her girlfriend." The man started walking towards the young ladies. "Black and Greengrass are more than welcome to come with us. I don't want or need them worrying about the two of you."

Granger and Parkinson looked at one another and said as one: "Sure."

As they walked away Dolores looked over for Lady Hecate. She couldn't find her, and when she looked back at the gathered Aurors and members of the Wizengamot she noticed they looked confused. It was like they didn't know why they were here. Two of the Aurors Shacklebot and Tonks walked up to her and had her in cuffs before she could say a word. Things didn't seem to be going in the right direction for her right now. The slight pain from the burn on her wrist only drove this point home.

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Pansy followed Hermione and Hektor to her beloveds office. The looks cast between the two of them revealed a few glances of concern and worry from Hermione to her brother. The man did fall centuries ago, but from what the book Hermione had been given the man had suffered severely for what he had done. Just thinking about what he had done caused a chill to run down her spine. The idea that someone would repeatedly turn to stone daily for fifteen-hundred years was more than unsettling. What was bad about really was that he returned from stone to living flesh starting at the spinal cord outwards was more than unsettling. It's not that the man didn't deserve it, but the extreme that they went to form a 'mortal' point-of-view was a bit heavy-handed.

"What are you thinking about... Pansy?" Hektor asked with a little bit of cheer to his voice.

"What they did to you," Pansy said swiftly.

"It was deserved. I earned the agelessness gifted by Nectar of the Gods, but I shouldn't have stolen and eaten one of the Apples of Hesperides. That was the dumbest thing I did. That was swiftly followed by invading Athens after being told not to do so for thirty years. I shouldn't have jumped the gun five years too early." Even though Hector was laughing at this there was still a sombre tone to his voice.

"You shouldn't have listened to him." Hermione said bitterly.

"Yes, but this world might not have been better for it." Hektor said in pleading tone of voice. "I know I upset you Hermione, but know this: That I owe the two of a life debt that I will not falter. When you need me I will always be there."

"Really?" the two of them asked as one. Hermione sounded as shocked as Pansy felt in this moment. Pansy took a glance over her shoulder and found that Black and both Lord and Lady Greengrass were following them, but they kept a distance almost like they were letting brother and sister get to know one another.

"Yes, and to be honest it took every fibre of my being to not interfere in both your lives." Hektor said with a slight laugh to his voice. "To be fair though that one guy you ran away from Hermione did get to meet me, and not in a good way."

"What?" Pansy asked shocked at this information. Pansy looked over at her girlfriend and found her looking more than a little confused.

"Back when Hermione was in her fifth year of primary school a gentleman had been following her for a month." Hektor said nonchalantly while waving his hand. "He wanted to kidnap her, but she'd noticed him doing this about a week before he actually attempted to kidnap her, and when he did she kicked him pretty hard in the leg shattering his chin. This, of course, caused him to drop her. Hermione then took off running, and where I am a balance of 'godly' speed and strength Hermione is all speed."

"While I remember the event vaguely I don't remember doing that?" Hermione said looking more than a little shocked.

"Of course you wouldn't you were just trying to get to an adult you knew was safe to be around. Not that there wasn't one far away from you in the first place." Hektor said with a slight smile. "Before you ask Hermione he didn't get away with it, and that's all I'm going to say about it." A chill ran down Pansy's spine at this moment. She knew Hektor's job in the old days was to 'remove' men like this from society, but she didn't think that magical vow would last this long.

"Duly noted," Hermione said curtly. "That still doesn't explain why your here though, and furthermore why you are talking about this stuff so freely about this in front of all these people."

"Well since we're now at your office informing you of why I am wanting to do this won't take long. I am just here to give you something for both of your birthdays. In advance of them of course." Hektor said as he patted his pocket. "As for why we are talking about this so openly: Do you honestly think I'd speak about this in English?"

"Of course we would, there isn't..." Hermione stopped mid-sentence as she unlocked her door. "You tricked us into talking in..."

"Atlantean..." Pansy finished Hermione's sentence. Hektor nodded with a wicked smile on his face. "Was this a test?"

"Yes, and this was just to confirm in my own heartbroken mind that things were in safer hands than my own." Hektor smiled at the two of them. "From what I hear you two aren't the only ones who can do this." Hektor said as he shut and locked the door. "There is another student at your school who can do it, aside from Magnus, but you wouldn't think he could. Besides I don't want to take away his right to tell you."

"But..." Pansy protested, but Hektor's stern look caused her to fall silent for a second. "Fine, do we at least get to know if he is a friend or not?"

"He's a friend, but that is all I can say." Hektor reached into his pocket and pulled out this small box. It looked like a small jewellery box. He then handed it over to Hermione. "This is something I'm sure you've both been desperately missing for a few months now. Truth be told I was shocked to learn Mom stole these from you two moments before Atlantis went boom."

Pansy walked over to Hermione left shoulder as she opened the box. Inside the box were two very familiar rings. The ring she once had of gold with a silver bird inlay wrapping around the ring. It was amazing to look at the craftsmanship people used to have with limited technology. Granted there wasn't that much different to making a metallic rig compared to way back when and now. She looked over at the ring Hermione was looking at. It was a familiar gold ring with a silver snake inlay going through the middle. As Hermione reached for her wand Pansy swatted her hand. Hermione looked over at her with a confused look on her face. Pansy took Hermione's old ring and fell to one knee. When she looked up at Hermione she saw that Hermione had this shocked look on her face. Pansy smiled at her girlfriend and took her left hand. "I am not asking you to marry me just yet, but I am wanting to ask you to marry me." Pansy said in a staggered breath. "We have spent two separate lifetimes together, and the first time we were supposed to get married two days after that fateful day. So, I want to ask you if you want to make this relationship as solid as the last one."

Hermione was wiping away a tear or two away from her cheek as she looked down at her girlfriend. "Of course Pansy Juliet Parkinson." Hermione held out her left hand, and Pansy gently took Hermione's hand and slid the ring on her ring finger. Since this was her dominant hand the magic leapt-out into her hand. Pansy could 'feel' it flow throughout her arm shortly after that. She was no daughter of Hecate, but she knew that the magic had to be flowing throughout Hermione's body right now. Once this was done Pansy looked up at her 'betrothed' and smiled. Hermione brought the ring up close to her her eyes and examined her old ring once more. "Does it look like you remember it being?"

"Yes," Hermione said softly. Hermione then reached in the box and took out Pansy's ring, and slipped it on her right index finger. "I know these are standing in for promise rings, but I think we should go out and buy a pair of rings. Maybe we can do some things around the house to earn money."

"You won't need to Hermione," Hektor said with a smile on his face. "For starters, you are now a member of the Wizengamot who get paid. Secondly, I think you need to talk to Lady Greengrass and see if there was anything else that you inherited from Dagworth-Granger you as a group might want to look into it. And thirdly regardless of the other two outcomes, I am giving you both one-hundred-and-forty-million galleons because in my eyes that is monetary debt I owe the both of you. I will be giving it to you today actually." Pansy went to say something, and all he did was hold up his hand. She looked over at Hermione to see that she was doing the same thing. "I don't want to hear it. The phrase 'You don't have to,' will not work here ladies. What I did destroy the home I loves, and one of the most beautiful relationships I have seen in my life. So, you deserve it, and the only reason you aren't getting more is 'cause my wife would 'kill' me." Hektor said the last part with a smile.

Pansy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Does she know about the..."

"Yes, she knows that I stole and ate one of the Apples of the Hesperides thus making me immortal. She said she would be doing it to actually kill me, but she did want to use the 'deaths' to quote-unquote 'Drive the POINT home'."

Hermione blanched at this. "Do we even want to know?"

"I will say it involves a knife," Hektor said with a smile.

"Oh by the Gods." both girls said as one rather loudly.

There was a knock on the door at that moment, and Hektor unlocked the door and opened it. On the other side of the door was a concerned looking Mr and Mrs Greengrass, and a worried looking Sirius. It was Madam Greengrass that spoke first. "Is everything alright girls?"

"Yes, ma'am." Pansy and Hermione said as one.

Circe cleared her throat to grab everyone's attention."Madam Greengrass you have nothing to worry about. Hektor means us no harm, we just overreacted. He is an Atlantean ma'am, and many Atlanteans live by a specific code. Before you ask that code is: I swear that I will never rape anyone if I do I die. It is tattooed with magically linked into his, and through the use of his own blood in the ink it is anchored to his soul. It is on his right arm." Circe pointed to Hektor's right hand. It was at this point that Pansy remembered that old tradition. She looked at Hektor's arm once more. Sitting there on the back of his right hand was that familiar Midnight Black tattoo. She could only see the start of it: I swear that, but the rest went up to his arm and was hidden behind the sleeve of his muggle sports jacket. A memory flashed through her mind at this point, and she wished that ALL Atlantean men took this vow.

"That's..." Mr Greengrass spoke with a shaky voice.

Hektor looked over at Pansy and Hermione. "Do they know?" He asked with a look of concern on his face. They shook their heads in the negative. He looked once more over to the Mr and Ms Greengrass and pointed to the back of his right hand. "This is my native tongue, and yes it is Linear A, but I don't have the time to teach you right now. If they trust you I will tell you later, but right now the two of you," he pointed to Mr Greengrass and Hermione, "...need to get changed. I will accompany Pansy and Lady Greengrass just in case Parkinson has plans to harm Pansy."

"Sir I don't think you understand the danger that would put you in. I think it best if Ms Parkinson is somewhere else right now." Charles said with a little bit of worry in his voice.

"Charles I don't think we'll be in any danger, and given the way he looks I don't think some will be attacking us." Ms Greengrass said with this wicked smile on her face.

"Your wife's right sir," Hektor said with a slight laugh to his voice. He pointed to the scar over his right eye. "This was not gained by accident, sir. The closest one to me that you know is Mad-Eye Moody." Hektor was laughing at this point. "I'll step outside so you four can talk politics in private before you have to get dressed."

Hektor walked out of the room and closed the door. With that Hermione looked over at Charles. The man was looking over at her like something had just gone sideways. "What's wrong Charles?"

The man took a few moments before he said anything. "Is he really your brother? It's not that I don't believe you, but that man looks rather dangerous."

Hermione looked over at Pansy. It was like they were talking. 'I am going to show memories later, but shouldn't I at least tell them a part of it.'

Pansy closed her eyes and shook her head. 'No we'll show them all we can about him, but we need to focus on who made him that way.'

Hermione rolled her eyes. 'It was more than eating the Apple that drove him over the edge.' Before Pansy could say anything Mi spoke in a calm tone. "Sir, Hektor is truly Hermione's brother, but it's not a paternal relation. Hektor is over three-thousand years old, and before you ask: No it wasn't dark magic that did that."

"How could this be done without Dark Magic? The only way I know it can be done is through the Philosopher's Stone, and there was only one to the best of my knowledge." Mrs Greengrass asked.

Hermione shook her head violently. "No, oddly enough he gained it through two ways. One he explained in detail. The second he simply summoned to him one of the Apples of Hesperides to him when he was near them. How close he was I do not know, and to be frank I don't want to. What you call a dragon is really a drake. A true dragon has at least ten heads, and that is a newborn."

Mrs Greengrass blanched at this. "You mean the story we heard about Hercules having to get around that thing were true?" Pansy nodded. "Damn, and here I thought the Hungarian Horntail was the worst dragon you could meet."

"It isn't." Hermione and Pansy said as one. Pansy looked over at Hermione and gestured for her to continue.

"What you call dragons are dragons, but they are not the strongest kind. The Asian dragons are a separate group altogether. It would surprise me if there were sentient verity of them because Europe has its own in Drakon and Drakaina. You DON'T WANT to meet the first. They are huge and generally precede a deity. The second type are sentient and can shape-shift. They are always female, and not all of them are what we would call good. You have heard of at least one of them the Lernaean Hydra."

"Who?" Mr Greengrass asked.

"They Hydra from the story of Heracles," Pansy said calmly.

"That's a dragon?!" Lord and Lady Greengrass said as one.

"Yep," Pansy said calmly. She then looked at her watch. It was 1:50 PM. They should have been back in courtroom fifteen minutes ago. "I think we need to go to Lady Greengrass."

"Agreed, I don't think Fudge can wait much longer." Lady Greengrass said with a smile.

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Ministry of Magic, Level 10

Courtroom 10

2:15 PM

Albus Dumbledore for the first time in his life felt more than sympathy for the accused. He was actually feeling pity for Umbridge at this moment. He doesn't know exactly what she said that grabbed the Goddess of Magic's attention, but whatever it was he didn't think it was something he'd want to be doing anytime in future. Umbridge had this evilness to her that was so dedicated to the law that someone who didn't truly know her would think she was doing a good thing. It didn't take one long to learn that she was only out for herself. If you didn't fall into that small group she deemed worthy you would be belittled, degraded, and threaten. She did all of this thing in this sweet tone of voice and used words in such a way that you couldn't call her out on it. Had she ever threatened anyone's life she might not have gotten this far, but Albus knew that even though she didn't the woman wanted to do terrible things to a few people if not more. Perhaps this was the one chance they had to remove her from her current position.

The sound of doors pulled his attention out of these dark thoughts. Lady Granger, Mr Greengrass, and Sirius were finally making there way into the room. Two of them looked more than a little indisposed. Whatever they learned in Lady Granger's office was something so out of the normal that it made two well-seasoned men so pale they were almost bleached white. This was something he might have to talk to Sirius about later, and hope that whatever he learned didn't disrupt things for Harry. Once they sat down he banged the gavel to quite the room.

"Lady Granger is everything all right?" Albus asked trying to get a feel for the situation.

In her usual calm voice she said: "Absolutely sir, my brother just gave Pansy and I a gift for our birthdays a little early. Those gifts required a little explaining is all. I am sorry if that disturbed anyone's plans for the day."

"No, apology needed Lady Granger," Cornelius said with a smile. "You are only a couple of minutes behind Lady Granger and Ms Parkinson."

Albus looked once more to the gentleman that accompanied Lady Greengrass and Ms Parkinson into the room. He seemed calm and collected, but Albus could feel this underlying tension between them. If what Lady Granger said earlier were true who could this man be? The way Umbridge look at him when he arrived meant that she had seen him, but that the meeting wasn't a pleasant one. There was this part of him that wanted to be the fly on a wall at that meeting. The more sensible side of him wanted nothing to do with that meeting. Given the way Umbridge treated muggleborns, he could only imagine the way the woman would instinctively treat a goddess. That she survived the encounter was a miracle in and of itself.

Albus looked away from the man as the doors as Dolores Umbridge was lead to the accused chair. She looked at the two aurors and then at the chair. Young Tonks shrank the chair to a more appropriate height for a woman of such short stature. As she sat down upon the seat Albus cast a glance over at Lady Granger wondering what she was thinking at this moment.

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Hermione was staring at the woman of shorter stature than her. It wasn't the woman's height that bothered her, but it did play a small part in it. The woman's insults, derogatory statements, and her 'I am better than thou' attitude irritated her more than the woman's childish look, or her 'sweet and innocent' voice. A closer look at the woman revealed that her right hand seemed to carry a nasty second to third-degree magical burn. She didn't want to know what the woman had done, or where she had gone to gain that scar. It was surprising really that the woman had gotten her mother's attention in the first place. Was it because she and Pansy had been in the building when the woman spoke ill of her mother? Or, was it because the woman probably demanded an answer from a goddess in an evaluative tone.

The ring on Hermione's finger warmed up considerably at this moment. For a moment she thought it was Pansy trying to grab her attention, but at the shout of someone behind her, she knew this wasn't the case. She looked around the room and found a gentleman sitting near Pansy giving her a death glare. Hermione recognized him from school, but he had to be a couple of years older than her. She racked her brain, but couldn't come up with a name. A glance at Pansy showed that she wasn't the only one who noticed this. This had to be her aunt or uncle's plan to get revenge. Perhaps it was something intended for her, but now that Pansy was here the target may have shifted.

A tap on her shoulder from Sirius grabbed her attention. "What's wrong Hermione?"

Hermione looked over at the man, and this worried look was plastered on his face. "A young man I remember from school is in the visitor's section, and just staring at Pansy. This unpleasant look is gracing his face at the moment." Sirius turned to look at the Visitor's Section. "He is three rows back, and sitting in the second chair to the left of Pansy."

"I think I recognize him as well as Hermione." Charles said grimly. "I think he is Karkus Flint's oldest son. His young brother looks a lot like him. I'm sure you've seen or met Marcus."

"He doesn't look that nice." Sirius said grimly.

"His family has been dealing in dark artefacts for years now. Though they are not part of Sacred Twenty-Eight they definitely associate with them." Charles said calmly.

The sound of Minister Fudge's voice stopped their conversation. "Ladies and Gentlemen we call this meeting of the Wizenagmot back into session." The man looked down at the woman who had been sitting beside him not too long ago. "Madam Umbridge do you agree to take Veritaserum in regards to these questions?"

"Yes, Minister Fudge I do," Umbridge said in a calm voice. The woman had to be broken down at this point. It was one thing to insult her, but to challenge her mother. How stupid could this woman be?

"Administer the serum Auror Tonks." Madam Bones said calmly. Hermione thought she could see this look of joy on the woman's face. The Aura walked up to Umbridge and applied the potion. Once the Auror stepped back Madam Bones waited a minute before she asked: "What was your NEWT score for Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

Hermione watched Umbridge struggle against the potion. Her entire body was flinching in frustration. It was like she was want to say something that was untrue, and finding it more difficult to do so than she'd like. It was almost like she had found a way to overcome potion, but was now incapable of doing that. There was a part of her that was wanting to apply her divine presence, if that was possible, to make her spit out the truth. At the mere thought, Circe's voice filled her mind. "Don't worry about given what she has said done today mom has been given permission to do some things to make her life a little bit harder. She will pay for a few things that she has done, but not all of them. I'm only telling you this so you and my husband don't do something stupid. So while she struggling to tell Sirius, before the loveable idiot does something stupid."

Hermione sat there in shock for a couple about a minute before she shook her head, and it was still clear that Umbridge was struggling against the potion. She tapped Sirius on his shoulder. The man looked over at her confused for a moment. She motioned for him to lean closer. Once he did Hermione started whispering in his ear. "I don't know WHY Circe wanted me to tell you this, but don't worry about what Umbridge is doing. She is paying for pissing off my mum apparently. Well, I think she pissed off a lot more divine beings than just my mother." Hermione said this as calmly as possible, but she could feel this small smile grace her lips.

"What the hell does that mean?" Sirius said.

"It means don't get mad even if this shite takes more than five minutes to take effect." Hermione looked over at Umbridge once more. The woman was struggling against the potion. "I can only assume she was not prepared for this struggle. "Honestly I don't know what she could have said, or said underhandedly that angered more than one deity... within the last hour I mean."

"I'm still amazed that she had the stones to challenge your linage again to your mother." Charles said with a disparaging look on his face. "I've heard stories that she shows a less than pleasant attitude toward muggleborn, half-human, non-human employees of the Ministry."

Whatever they were going to say was diverted by Umbridge crying out: "I have two scores the first was a Poor, and the second was an Acceptable."

Everyone in the Wizenagmot was whispering to the neighbours at this point. Hermione and those near her were wondering how she got this far in the Ministry with a grade that low. Mr Brestalin said that in her youth Umbridge used to look more than a little tolerable. This of course mean she slept her way to the top, but Hermione had her doubts about this. Sirius thought that she might have bribed her way into the Ministry. Given that she was supposed to come from a rich pure-blood family this wasn't an impossibility.

Once the room fell quiet Madam Bones asked: "Why did you take twenty minutes to answer this quest Umbridge?"

This less than pleased look was plastered on the woman's face. The voice that left her mouth while monotone still felt cold and distant. "I didn't want to admit to this disgraceful information."

"How did you get into the Ministry with that low of a score?" Lady Kempstone asked with more than a little bit of unpleasantness to her voice.

"Because I scored an Outstanding on my NEWTs test," Umbridge said with almost a hint of pride.

"While all of this all this is interesting pieces of information ladies and gentlemen I think we need to focus on why we are here." Fudge said this as if he was trying to save his reputation. "Madam Umbridge why did you create the bill Lucius Malfoy presented today?"

Hermione could almost hear Umbridge growl at this question. "Because I don't believe Half-breeds like Madam Granger should be allowed in our society. Even if their mother is Magic Itself."

"Do you view people like Lady Grange as a threat, Madam Umbridge?" Dumbledore asked more than a little shocked.

"YES! People with enough power to create a magic-induced tornado should not be permitted into our society!" Umbridge screamed this at the top of her lungs. "I watched this little tart walk through a solid door, and all she could tell me was that it was an ABILITY she had! The little bitch then called out Malfoy's false lineage test. It shouldn't matter that we were trying to prevent this... thing from receiving something she rightly deserves from her father's side of her family!"

The silence that followed that made Hermione more than a little uncomfortable. It was like everyone in the room felt more than a little uncomfortable about what the woman had just said. Hermione could feel the area around her grow cold. She thought that she had put that event behind her, but just being reminded of it was more than enough to get her upset. She shook her head of these thoughts and forced the magic back into dormancy. Once this was done, the room returned to a more normal temperature. Even though this only took a couple of seconds given the atmosphere Hermione felt like it had been hours. Once the whispers died down it was Lady Kempstone that asked the next question.

"Umbridge it seems that you think Lady Granger is beneath us all. Why is that?" Hermione cast a glance to Lady Kempstone. The woman looked more than a little worried. It was like she thought that they would all be judged by what this woman said.

Once again there was about another five-minute fight with the potion before Umbridge said anything. "I have never viewed Half-humans as something worthy of our time. We should not allow them entrance into Hogwarts even though their parent is a human. In THIS case, it is worse cause her bloody father is a muggle. I KNOW her mother is magic itself, but just think of the danger a HALF-GIANT caused a scant two years ago now." Umbridge spoke with such certainty that Hermione though the woman was certain she would have some sympathizers amongst the Wizenagmot. "I know that this sounds bad, but think of it under the knowledge that EVERY demigod of legend has done something destructive. I only told Auror Yaxley who Lady Hecate was because I RESPECT a deity of magic, and I am learning I should have shown that respect to her daughter as well." Umbridge said this with more than a little bit of anger to her voice.

"How demigods a bad thing madam?" a man who appeared to be in his thirties sitting a few rows to her right asked.

"Take Hippolyta the Queen of the Amazons. Her people are a TRIBE of warrior women that view MEN as something beneath them. They would take all the men in this room and force them into servitude. How do we know that she won't do this to us?"

Hermione growled at this. "First of all, there is a big difference between an Amazon and a demigoddess. Were they demigoddesses themselves? Not really, I honestly don't know if they are the children of Aries and a nymph, but if they are/were the answer is no. They would be mortal women after one generation. The Divine Blood doesn't last beyond us. As for my brother what he did was wrong, and he has paid for it dearly." Hermione wanted to say more but stopped herself with her mouth hanging open for a couple of seconds. She closed it almost regretting not saying something.

"You wanted to add something half-breed." Umbridge spat back with more than a little bit of fire to her voice.

'Go ahead, it's not like it will bite you in the arse that badly.' Hermione thought to herself. Though the voice was not 'her's' it was Hecate's as those words rolled around in her brain. Hermione shook herself of the shock of this event. She looked over to Hektor, and the man nodded. "Umbridge last year I was given a book about one of the greatest mysteries of this world. I know what he did, and how he was punished for it, so even though you think we are just going to walk all over this culture you are forgetting what will happen if we do." It looked like Umbridge was going to say something more, but regardless of her 'new' opinion, Hermione was not going to let her say a damn thing. "What is disturbing to me ma'am is that you seem awfully contradictory. You say one thing then contradict yourself within a few minutes. It's like your of two minds at the moment."

"That is a good point Lady Granger," Minister Fudge said firmly. Hermione didn't know if that was out of fear or relief. "Auror Tonks could you check the validity of the potion."

The female Auror walked up to Umbridge and cast a couple of spells on the woman. "She is still under the potion Minister Fudge."

Madam Bones was the next person to ask a question before Fudge could say a word. It seems as if she was testing what Auror Tonks had said. "Have you broken the law in support of your beliefs that Lady Granger's mother has corrected?"

"Not directly. The only thing I have done is to prevent muggleborns and half-bloods from getting jobs in the Ministry when I could. I have a severe distrust for them, and this is only illegal in the muggle world. There is no law on our books preventing someone from not hiring a person based on their sex, race, or familial background. Most of those I turn away run off and get jobs in the muggle world anyway. So, it isn't like we are really losing anything important. Most of them still spend money in our world and associate with us. I do not see a problem with what I have done." Umbridge said this with such a tone of arrogance that Hermione thought she had finally broken the power of the potion. "All I have done is to prevent muggleborns and half-bloods from getting promoted within the fields within the ministry."

This was probably the worst thing she could have done. The noise the Wizenagmot made was almost defining. Even the purebloodist was making a rather load bunch of noise. If Hermione had a good guess a punch of them were enraged only because they 'had' to be. There might have been some that were truly upset because this woman compromised the integrity of the Ministry itself. Hermione couldn't even make a good guess at the flow of times it took to calm everyone down. If she wanted to guess it took thirty minutes to calm everyone down. Once everyone calmed down Hermione looked over at the Minister. He looked more shocked than outraged. Fudge had to be wondering how much trouble Umbridge could have gotten him in.

Hermione took this time to ask a question that was bothering her. "Miss Umbridge, have you always thought such things?"

Before Umbridge said a thing Charles whispered: "What are you thinking?"

Hermione replied with a smile. "She's already said enough to at bare minimum lose her job. I doubt she will get thrown in Azkaban, but I also doubt she will be able to keep the job she currently has. She might get pushed to another department of the ministry."

"You have a point, but don't push it," Sirius said a little more worried now.

The sound of Umbridge's voice pulled them out of their conversation. "Yes, my father had a wife who had a squib for a child. The two of them ran off to make him feel more comfortable. How a witch can do this is beyond me." The happy tone in her voice made Hermione wonder if Lady Hecate had LET her lie. "The fact that my father would leave my pure-blood mother for a whore is beyond me."

"So, you let this betrayal sway your action in the Ministry?" a dark-skinned man asked in rather unsettling voice.

"Absolutely," Umbridge said with a hint of pride.

"Have you broken Major Laws while you've worked for the Ministry?" Madam Bones asked more than a little disturbed by what Umbridge had said.

"No," Umbridge said quickly.

"Is there anything that you've done in the past harmful to the Integrity of Ministry?" Fudge asked.

"Other than the denial of promotions and hirings no," Umbridge said more than a little irritated now.

"I think we are done now," Dumbledore said. The way he said it though made Hermione think he was unhappy. "Ladies and Gentlemen those of you who think Madam Umbridge should be removed from her position raise your wands now. All those who think she can continue as the Deputy Undersecretary raise your wands." Hermione watched people raise their wands. Granted the number was very small. She might have been able to count it on both hands and one foot. Hermione was shocked that most of the pure-blood members that were sitting next to the seat Malfoy used to occupy didn't even vote. She thought that those men would have shown her the same support they showed Malfoy, but in the end it seems their loyalty was not to the ideals, but to the man they had grown accustomed to supporting. "All of those who think she needs to be removed from office." Hermione and those around her lifted their wands. Hermione took the chance to look around the room. Everyone else in the room saved for about forty people had their wands lifted and lit. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen." As everyone put their wand way Dumbledore looked down at Umbridge. "Ms Umbridge I think it is unneeded to be said, but you are unwelcome to in the Ministry from this point forward. What you have done is unbelievable."

"Well said, Albus." Minister Fudge said swiftly. "I had my faith that you were doing what was right by being so, as you put it, diligent on who you allowed to be promoted. Now that the truth is out I will be PERSONALLY going over who is promoted until your replaced by somebody more AGREEABLE to the Ministry's standards after the war with You-Know-Who. I cannot believe that you took advantage of my trust Umbridge. What I thought you were doing was making sure the right people got the promotions they needed, but instead what we received from you was bigotry and blindness. I don't think you will be finding yourself in a good position within the Ministry anymore. That is if you're able to find a job within the Ministry ever again. With that, I ask the Aurors to escort Ms Umbridge to out of the Ministry."

With that said the Wizenagmot was dismissed. Hermione looked once more to the man monitoring Pansy. He was watching her as she left with Lady Greengrass and Hektor. It seemed that the man was oblivious to the fact that he had been spotted by Hektor. Hermione looked over at Sirius and found the man tracking Flint's exit from the chamber. He looked back at Hermione and said: "I think we need to make quick rout to the hallway. Charles, get some Aurors cause I think we are going to need them."

"Right." Charles said as he made his way to the lower floor of the courtroom.

Hermione started moving as fast as the crowd would let her go towards the exit. Once she had a clear pathway Hermione took off running. She didn't care that there was witness to this. She had more pressing matters at hand then hiding her true nature from the public. Because of the woman that she just threw under the Knight Bus, the public knew about this, but the woman was basically asking for all of this by seeking these actions. The last time she did this Hogwarts seemed small, and the Ministry seemed tiny compared to Hogwarts. The sound of people talking around her was rather distracting. She had to double back once cause she took the wrong turn.

As she rounded the last corner she could hear someone call out Pansy's name. Pansy and the others were standing next to the elevators. The man was inching his way towards Pansy at that moment. Flint was staring down Hektor, but he then lifted his wand. Hermione was coming in between him and Pansy as he started to cast his spell. "Avada..." as the man rose his arm up Hermione got between him and Pansy and created a wall of ice with a flick of her wrist three feet thick. It was already four feet and a foot thick when he finished the spell. "...Kedavra!" The wooshing sound of magic came rushing towards her as a dozen other spells were fired at the caster. The sound of the spell hitting the solid block of ice filled the chamber. The explosion that followed was stifled by the ice. The steam that resulted from the collision filled the room. Hermione heard the bastard cry out as he the spells hit him. Hermione just hoped that no one was hurt by any shards of ice from the explosion. When the steam died down Hermione could see some people being picked up off the ground. They didn't appear to be hurt, but Hermione still felt bad about having to do this.

Hermione wanted to go help, but hand grabbing her wrist stopped her. She turned to find Pansy staring at her with this look of shock and wonder. Before Hermione could say anything Pansy had her in a bone-crushing hug. She could hear the flash of a camera off to her left. She knew this would be in the Daily Prophet, but at this moment she didn't care about it. She was just so glad that she could stop the spell before it could touch anyone. She could hear Pansy whisper in her ear, but she didn't care about that. The sound of another voice did grab her attention after a while.

"She could have killed someone with an act like that Madam Bones why are you complimenting her instead of arresting her!" It sounded like Jeffery Garrus was more than a little upset that she was not in changes right now.

Pansy spoke up before she could say a word. "Because you prick she saved a life today!" Pansy released her from the hug and started walking towards Garrus. "If it wasn't for her that spell would have hit the elevator and the explosion could have killed someone. Had it not been for her brother we wouldn't have scattered when we did. More than like I or Lady Greengrass could have died. If you think ANYONE is going to listen to you now after I told them how you treated me you truly are an idiot."

"The only reason anyone is listening to you is they found so-called proof!" Garrus said in a heated tone. "If you think..."

"Enough!" Pansy said forcefully. Hermione could see the bright green glow wrapping around Pansy's hand. This green light quickly turned into a vine, and with a flick of her wrist, the vine reached out and wrapped around her uncles head completely sealing his mouth and jawline. She let go of the vine and it continued to wrap around his throat. Once it was done the man reached up and tried to untangle his jaw. The moment his fingers touched the vine started to wrap around his arms. "Uncle you will find it rather hard to forcibly break free of this. If you hate Hermione because she is a half-blood who's a mother is Magic then your going to absolutely despise me."

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" A female voice cried out. Looking to her right Hermione once again saw Pansy's aunt. The woman's long blonde hair flowed frantically as she ran to her husband's side. She grabbed hold of the vines and tried to pull them off her husband. When she did this through the vine started to wrap around her hands. "What kind of curse have you laid upon him!"

"It is a vegetation charm used for defence. The more you struggle the more dangerous the vine becomes. Before you ask it has a time limitation so it won't kill you." Pansy said all of this rather offhandedly. Her tone was calm, but this coy smile on her face made Hermione's blood run cold. Pansy turned back to Hermione. "I'll be waiting with Hektor and Lady Greengrass."

Hermione nodded and turned to the Aurors that had gathered around them. "Will you need me to inform you about what happened?"

"Yes, ma'am." the tall dark skinned Auror said. "We will need everyone's statements though."

"Of course sir," Hektor said with a slight smile. "I would also like to point out that I think this man," he pointed to Jeffery, "...has a restraining order against himself and Madam Parkinson."

"That's why other Aurors are here sir." the man said with a wicked smile.

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"That was rather cruel of you Pans." Harry said rather flatly. "Don't get me wrong the man deserves a beat down, but don't you think you would have gotten in trouble for that?"

"Well, the bastard deserved it, to say the least. I was VERY lucky the Ministry viewed that as 'self-defence'. I could have been seriously fined."

"Ha, you are funny. After how much Hektor gave us I don't think we would have had a problem with it." The worry and concern she felt about the matter soon faded when the memory of what Hektor did shortly after that came into her mind and Pansy's reaction to it. Hermione said with a slight smile on her face. "I still can't believe YOU said he was giving us TOO much money."

"I was expecting a couple hundred thousand not a couple hundred MILLION!" Pansy said in a slightly agitated voice. "And his reasoning for 'hazard' pay still baffles me."

"Given what 'we' did I can understand it, and the hazard pay is a muggle thing." Hermione said this as she looked over to the man Mr Weasley called Barty Crouch. She remembered him from the events that took place after Umbridge's trial, and because of them, she had no desire to talk around him. The man was looking at them right now bothered her. "I also think this conversation needs to go into a more private location." Hermione looked over at Pansy. The look on her face was one of pure hate as she looked at who Mr Weasley was talking to.

"I agree with you love." Pansy said swiftly. "Certain people that have gathered up here are not trustworthy in my opinion."

Hermione looked between Crouch and Pansy for a moment before nodding her head. "Then let's take this into the girls' tent." Hermione suggested.

"Not a bad idea." Harry said quickly. The four of them got up and walked into the girls' tent.

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Magnus walked around the tent and looked at the 'Runic' Pattern drawn upon the ground. It may have been in Linear B, but by magical lore, this was still 'runic writing'. They had written out the spell out to perfection. They would be using the gathered ambient magic after the sporting event tonight to fully restore him to life. He was so proud of Maya had taken the time to construct this ritual over the last three thousand years. It is amazing what time allows one to do if you have an excessive amount of it. Voldemort had a fraction of this amount, and he'd been able to do some impressive things, but he was a fool for rejecting their offer at restoring his body. He had a valid reason for wanting to do things his way. The idea of being limited on what you could do because your greatest foe could kill you with just a touch was slightly unsettling.

Magnus turned his gaze from the runes to the work Maya was doing. His eyes lingered on her figure for a moment before moving to what her hands were doing. Voldemort only wished he could be as gifted at spell work as Maya. She had created the Cruciatus Curse and the Polyjuice Potion. Her travels in antiquity mad the later possible. He just wished she'd found him sooner than this. Being constricted to this frail mind was beyond annoying. Had Weasley taken the time to do some actual learning then he might have as sharp of a mind as he once had. As it stood the only 'knowledge' he could draw from the boy was things relating to quidditch and the scant few potions he was good at. He could do some of the spells he once wielded, but that knowledge was limited. This ritual was to correct that.

"What are you thinking about my love?" Maya asked.

"My limitations, and this boys failure. I have all this power, but I can't use it because of the boy's failures." Magnus said coldly. "It would have been nice if he gave into you sooner. Knowing of my return for three months while watching him stumble around pretending to be me was annoying."

Maya laughed. "Had it not been for his stupidity we wouldn't be here now. He would have forced to submit to you. Making him think he would 'get' Granger in exchange was an easy game to play."

Magnus shook his head. "The boy should have learned that just because he wants something he doesn't mean he will get it." Magnus walked over and looked at the crystal volumetric flask. "So this plus the enchanted crystal net will capture and liquefy magic?"

Maya nodded. "Yes, that and the potion I've been working on for a year now in combination should restore you completely. My only regret is that I cannot turn you back into a demigod."

Magnus chuckled and kissed her lightly on the head. "You needn't worry about that my love. Once this is done I will be closer to my former power than Ronald Weasley could bring me. The rest will come with time." Magnus looked at the crystal 'net' that had been built using silk and red jade. "This is going to be an entertaining night."

Maya chuckled as she looked up at him. "The quidditch game, or the after the party we plan on having?" Maya asked with this coy smile on her face.

"Both."

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Hermione and Pansy sat next to each other on the couch. Harry and Daphne sat next to them. Well, Harry sat next to them while Daphne sat in his lap. Ginny sat down in a chair across from them. The tension that had a belt between them seemed to grow more intense in moments like this. Hermione could see the pain in Ginny's eyes while she looked at Harry and Daphne. Hermione had long figured out that Ginny was one of the many girls who had fantasies about being the one that Harry had fallen for. Hermione did feel for her, but there was nothing any of them could do about it. Harry's heart went where it did, and that was a good thing really. Hermione didn't know if Ginny would have been able to keep Harry's irritations in check.

A tap on her shoulder pulled Hermione out of her thoughts. A look over at Pansy revealed a worried look on her face. "What's wrong love?" Hermione asked.

"Why did you look so worried out there?" Pansy asked as she wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I'm fine, I just no longer felt safe talking about this out there. It was the way Mr Crouch was looking at us. It was like he was expecting me to say that I was a dark witch and relished in bring Umbridge and Malfoy down." Hermione said softly as she pressed herself into Pansy's left side.

Harry scoffed at this moment. "That's putting it mildly. The way Sirius talked about him yesterday the man is the worst thing in the world. He's the one who had Sirius just thrown in Azkaban for crimes he didn't do. Had your sister not take those memories to Madam Bones Sirius might still be on the run." Harry looked over at Daphne. "Your dad was also an awesome help for Sirius since then my dear, and for that, I will always be thankful." Harry kissed Daphne lightly on the lips. He looked once more at Hermione. "Okay, Hermione what happened when you two went with Dumbledore to Hogwarts?"

"Well, I think we need to set a timer on this one. It is getting awful close to the game and we need to buy a few things before we go to the game." Hermione said as she looked at the clock set beside one of the beds. She reached out with her left hand a summoned it to her hand. Once it was 2:30 PM. The game was supposed to start close to nightfall. She set a forty-minute alarm and set it on the table. "Okay, where do you want us to start?"

"We know about what happened after the trial, so why don't you just tell us what happened in Dumbledore's office?" Harry asked.

Hermione sighed. Dumbledore had told them to keep this information to themselves, but they had already told these three about their past lives. Granted not in detail, but this would not be news to them. Hermione sighed once she'd made up her mind. "Okay, but what we are going to tell you can't leave this tent."

"Okay," the other three said as one.

Pansy took over at this point. "There is something we need to tell you two before we get to what we showed your parents Daphne, Sirius, and Dumbledore."

"Does it have anything to do with what you told them about Magnus?" Harry asked.

"Yes and no." Hermione said as calmly as she could. She looked over t her raven haired friend. His green eyes were driving home the point they were trying to get across to them. "You two are amung the people my brother told us about. We didn't know this until Dumbledore and your parents recognized the two of you just at a glance. We don't know if we can prove it, but if we find out a way we will talk to you about it."

Harry and Daphne looked to one another. There was this look of wonder on their faces. It took them a while to look back at Pansy. It was Daphne that broke the awkward silence. "Why don't you tell us what happened before we talk about this some more."

Pansy nodded her head. "Right. Well, we were taken to Dumbledore's office..."

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Hermione stepped out of the floo network into Dumbledore's office. She felt so excessively lucky right now. One of the men that had shown up at the scene had wanted her arrested as a Dark Witch because of the way she had treated Garrus. Unfortunately for Mr Crouch, there were too many witnesses that could prove she was just protecting her girlfriend, and that what had happened was magic being used in self-defence by Pansy. Garrus had actually found himself in custody once more for breaking the restraining order that he had against him regarding Pansy. At best the man would find sitting in Azkaban for a few months now. The fact that someone tried to kill Pansy not long before he showed up made it very unlikely that he would EVER see the light of day as a free man ever again.

The sound of a cabinet door being closed grabbed Hermione's attention. She looked around and found Dumbledore moving a large stone bowl with what looked like a dark liquid held within it. He set it down on the ground and gestured for everyone to stand around it. Hermione walked up and was standing next to Sirius. It was at this moment Hermione realised that there might be a chance that the people gathered around might not believe what she and Pansy were about to tell/show them. "Sir, while I know what we are going to... I'm guessing show you, but how will you know they are the truth?"

At this moment Dumbledore chuckled. "Lady Granger this device will make it quite obvious that the memory you will show us is fake. I won't tell you how, but know this that if you DO provide a false memory we will not look too kindly on it." Dumbledore was giving her this knowing look. Hermione did feel relief at this moment.

"Thank you, professor, I can assure you the memories we provide you are not fake. It is just going to be hard to take without us," Hermione looked over at Pansy to get her feel on it. Pansy looked more than a little sad at this moment. "Pansy we don't have to show them that." Hermione took hold of Pansy's hand. "We just need to show them a good memory, the start of the fall, and the end of it all."

"Ms Parkinson if this has anything to do with your uncle..." Madam Bones said in a calm and caring voice.

"No, it doesn't," Pansy said with a smile on her face. "I don't think he could do what happened to the... person in the memory we are going to show you."

"How could you have someone else's memories?" Sirius asked. "I know Circe said you two were special, but I couldn't imagine you having that kind of power."

Once again the two of them looked at one another. All Hermione could do was look at Pansy, and hope the girl thought the same thing she was. They could tell them completely what was going on or tell them to just trust in what they showed. It seemed that Pansy was wanting to tell them everything. Hermione just nodded over at Pansy. Pansy looked over at Sirius and said: "They are not someone else's memory in the sense your thinking Sirius. They are another person's memory, but they are the memories of OUR," Pansy gestured to herself and Hermione. "...past lives that are providing the memories."

"How are you even able to remember them if this is the case?" Asked Lady Greengrass in a shocked voice.

Hermione was the one who answered this question. "I have been having dreams about this life since I was about six. I don't know what caused it to surface, but I've always talked about the memories with my Mum and Dad. Before you ask I had no contact with my biological mother until I was almost thirteen-years-old."

"So, how do you know these are your memories from a past life?" Charles asked.

Pansy chuckled at this for about ten seconds. "Well, I'd been having dreams about since I was seven, but it didn't really click as to what was until my beloved here," Pansy wrapped an arm around her waist, "...kissed me rather passionately on our first Hogsmead visit all the dreams I'd been having made sense. Like Hermione, I'd been having dreams about since I was seven-years-old. The only thing I can think of happening is that kissed sealed the bond our souls had made that long ago."

"How long?" Dumbledore asked now more interested, if that was possible, then he was before.

"About four-thousand years ago." The two of them said as one.

Everyone else looked at one another for about a couple of minutes before Sirius asked. "Where was this?"

"It was in," Hermione started but there was a part of her that didn't what to finish the sentence.

"...Atlantis." Pansy finished with a sombre look on her face.

"YOUR KIDDING?!" Madam Bones, the Greengrass, and Sirius said as one.

"Sadly no." Pansy said in a sombre tone. "The two of us had semi-important jobs with the government itself. I mean mine was as important as these ones."

"Says the spy." Hermione says with a coy smile on her face.

"Wait the two of you were actually had high-level jobs?" Sirius asked more sound more shocked than he looked.

Pansy just laughed at this point. Hermione found herself wanting to do the same, but her common sense made her not give in to this instinct. "Yes, Sirius we had jobs. It may have been over four thousand years ago, but in our culture women were free to do whatever job the wanted to do. We lived in a matriarchal culture. I also guess it was matrilineal, but don't think men weren't important."

"So, what did they do?" Charles asked. He sounded more than a little curious about this.

"Primarily they were the in the army, they also were business owners, clergy, and some were members of the government." Pansy said with a smile on her face. "Both men and women competed in the same sports, and in some of them they competed against one another."

"How long ago was are talking about? This civilization sounds unique, but I've never read about it." Lady Granger said softly. Her voice had this sense of awe to it. Hermione thought if she just told her she would lose all interest.

Hermione thought of how she would answer this. She knew who the Pharaoh was so all she had to do was some quick maths in her head. She remembered the Pharaoh of the time Atlantis fell was Amenemhet VI. It was the second year of his reign, so that meant Atlantis fell 1786 BCE. "It fell in 1786 BCE. That is short for Before the Common Era which is something some muggle scientist use instead of Before Christ. That means the time period we are going to show you is roughly fifteen years before the fall, then about the mid-point of the fall period, and then right at the fall."

Hermione saw Dumbledore doing the maths in his head. "That means this took place three-thousand seven-hundred and ninety years ago. This can't be..."

"It is." Pansy and Hermione said as one.

The others seem to be coming to their own conclusions. Madam Bones was the next one to say something. "Is this why your brother didn't want to come to see the memories?"

Pansy shook her head vigorously. "No, ma'am. He is responsible for what happened to it, and I think he doesn't want to be visibly reminded of what he caused to go 'missing'. The man originally taught me the skills I 'relearned' if you will last year."

"Is he dark?" Dumbledore asked no looking more concerned.

Hermione shook her head. "Not anymore. He was at one point in time, but what happened to his home, the people he was trying to protect, and himself showed him the error of his ways. Don't get me wrong Headmaster I will always be cautious if he tells me we need to attack someone. That is what lead to problems in the first place."

"Wow, that is a harsh statement." Madam Bones said. "Did he change his ways at all?"

Hermione thought back to what the book her Mum had given her said about Hektor. "After being repeatedly turned to stone for fifteen-hundred years I'd say so. The man has not tried to conquer the country since his release. He's been forced to fight for countries before, but he always fakes his death or runs far away for about sixty years. That isn't to say he won't defend a country, but that is the only time he will fight." Hermione looked between the device and Dumbledore. "So, how do we do this?"

Dumbledore looked between the two of them for a moment. "You take your wand and put it to your head and think of the memory you want us to see. You then pull your wand away from your head when the memory is at its end. You then place it in the memory in the Pensieve." He looked between the two of them once more. "I must warn you, ladies, that if the memory is false or altered we will know. Given what you two have said I doubt they will be flawed, but I can hardly think there is any way someone more dangerous than the two previous Dark Lords."

Hermione sighed at that statement. "Professor Dumbledore, Magnus is not more dangerous in the sense of magical power. He is more dangerous in what he can pull off politically. He brought a place I loved to its knees through words alone." Hermione steeled her resolve at the memory that was flowing through her mind. "Sir, I would never mislead you about this and trust me when I say that as a dark wizard Magnus should not be put in the category of 'can be talked down' because he can't be. We tried," Hermione pointed between herself and Pansy, "...and all we got for it was pain and suffering. My previous life ended in a fight with him that he initiated. I didn't want it but given that I had no other choice but to fight to the death. It was no different than you when you fought Grindwald. You might not have wanted to fight, but you knew you had to in order to save everyone else."

Dumbledore looked like he wanted to say something else, but Madam Bones cut him off. "Albus I think we need to see what these girls are talking about before we start passing judgement on this viewpoint."

"I agree on this Albus," Sirius said looking more than a little concerned. "Is this why Circe keeps telling me you two need time to process thing?"

Hermione thought long and hard on this. "I would say so, given what our past lives went through, and what we know about the 'fall' of society it is hard for us to not worry about was going on. I don't like some of the laws on the books of the Magical UK, but I cannot change them overnight so I must weigh how things must be worded and done. There is a phrase in the muggle world that I know all to well in retrospect."

"And what is that?" Dumbledore asked sounding more than a little worried.

"The only thing for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing," Hermione said calmly.

"Is that aimed at anyone Hermione?" Charles asked.

"No, that is a statement from many different sources in the muggle world, but it rings true no matter where you go. It was never directed at anyone in particular. It does, however, point a finger at people who should stand up and say/do something in adverse of evil. If we don't tell you this," Hermione pointed to herself and Pansy, "...then there is no difference between us and those who KNEW about Death Eater activity and did nothing. I don't know if anyone in this room did that, but I know some of the old Wizengmot did that."

"Like Barty, the man had to know that his son was hanging around some unsavoury types, but he did nothing to address it until it was too late."

Hermione nodded with a sour look on her face. "Yes, men like that are only looking out to prop themselves up as heroes while ignoring the bigger problems that are happening around them."

"Lady Granger I think you are misreading Crouch's actions," Dumbledore said softly. "The man has his flaws we all do, but they do not give us the right to drag him through the mud." Dumbledore looked around the room. "We could discuss this all day, but I think Amelia is right we need to see these memories first. Know which one of you will supply the first memory?"

"I think it should be you, Hermione," Pansy said with a smile on her face. "I'll handle the middle portion, and you need to handle the... final fight."

"Why?" Dumbledore asked.

"Because my memory of the final fight would be rather narrow, and you'll see why when we get there." Pansy said with a little bit sombre of a tone to her voice.

"Alright, then Lady Granger whenever you're ready." Dumbledore said with a slight smile.

Hermione thought about what memory she should use. She didn't want to use the first or second time the met. Perhaps the first actual date they had back then would do. There was a part of her that wanted to censor the why Atlantean women dressed, but she knew if she did this she thought it might alter the way the memory showed. Hermione just concentrated on the memory as it was. She focused on the area of the 'place' that the date was to take place. Hermione was honestly shocked at how clear the memory became as she held her wand to head. When the memory was at its end Hermione pulled her wand away from her head. She found a silver string leading down to a large raindrop sized bit of silver. She was told to place the drop in the Pensieve. Once this was done she looked around the room.

"There is something I should say before we go into this memory." Hermione looked over at Pans to find her girlfriend stifling back a laugh. It was like she knew what Hermione was going to say. "While Pansy and I are used to the things in this memory you will not be."

"Are thing in this memory going to be dark?" Madam Greengrass asked.

"No," Pans said quickly. "It's just that the way we dressed back then was both oddly modern, and rather brash if you will."

"Brash how?" Dumbledore asked sounding more and more worried by the second.

"Well women didn't mind having their chest exposed, and I am not just saying that to sound abrasive. The muggles found one of the few bits of our empire that remand back at the turn of the century. The women of this society ran things, and the way we dressed reflected that."

"So, throw away everything we know about a civilized society?" Charles asked.

"Yes." Hermione and Pansy said as one.

"Alright then, thank you for the warning Ladies. Now if you don't mind to drop the memory in the Pensieve Lady Granger. After that, we need to lower our heads into the Pensieve."

Hermione nodded before dropping the memory into the basin. Not long after that everyone lowered their heads into the basin.

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Dumbledore always felt odd spiralling down into memory. This may not have been the first time he'd done this, but given what Lady Granger had told them Albus had his suspicion about where they would be for this first memory. Once inside the memory, he was amazed at what he saw. He was standing in a busy city street that had paved limestone roads, what looked to be an intricate waterway throughout the roadway, and ancient stone building that went three stories high. The sides of the building glittered like they were made of pure silver. Some of the building had beautiful red, dark brown, or black paintings on the sides. The pillars that held up the buildings were always painted red with black decoration at the top. The doorways to the build were always wide open on the ground level. Some of the upper-level doors were closed, but why this was confusing, Albus. Would have all the doors being open have been more beneficial on a hot day? When he turned to talk to Hermione he was made quite aware of what Hermione had mentioned to them earlier. This street was a very busy street. Dozens of people were walking up and down the street as if there wasn't a care in the world. The women on the street either had a bodice covering their chest or had their chest completely exposed. If you were from the modern age you would think that the women with exposed breast would be the minority, but here that wasn't the case. It was almost like a woman's chest was a status symbol. Their dresses, or skirts, that accompanied this were quite intricate.

"Well, you weren't kidding Hermione." Sirius said in a small chuckle. "I think if a younger lad were to see this today he'd lose his mind."

"Agreed," Charles said with a slight chuckle. "So, aside from this anything else, we should know?" Charles asked as he watched his wife walk down to the canal.

"Well, this place is on the island of Sardinia. The volcano in the background there destroyed it." Hermione points off past the two-story place to a mountain in the background. "The last eruption pushed to coastline miles away from this location, and buried this location under miles of the earth after it sank into the sea."

It was at this point Lady Greengrass looked down the canal. Before Albus could ask what she saw she screamed. "THIS IS ATLANTIS?!"

Albus stood there blinking for a few moments. He knew the teachers Lady Hecate had brought were SUPPOSEDLY descendants of survivors of this place, but he NEVER thought that Lady Granger and Lady Parkinson were originally from here. What role did these two play in the story written by Plato? Albus walked down to the canal and looked down it like Abigail Greengrass was doing. Albus looked down the canal and was stunned into to silence at what he saw. The canal went down to the centre of the city, and it was encircled twice by canals that connected to the sea or ocean. Where the heroines or villains on a path of redemption. Once he looked back at Granger and Parkinson he found his voice. "What role did you play in all of this?"

Parkinson chuckled at this question. "Not a bad one for that one over there." She pointed to Granger. "She was a... senator basically. She was the representative for the city in the imperial council. I was a spy, and informed the 'queen' of any threats we may have had." She said the word queen like it just didn't fit the description of this society.

"So, is there anything, in particular, you wanted to show with this memory?" Albus asked as he watched a pair of a young woman walk down the road hand in hand. Not far from them was an older couple of men doing the same. There were pairs of men and women doing the same around him.

"Yes," Lady Granger said with a smile. "This would be the first date for the two of us in both of our lifetimes. The reason I chose this you will see the man we are warning you about as well. I gave about a twenty-minute leeway so we could have this conversation. I just focused on this area, and being I saw lots of people walking towards the location or from it would explain the amount of traffic we are seeing."

"So your mind just plugged in how they got here, or how they left?" Sirius asked.

"Probably, but it could also be the hand of Fate filling in the blanks." Pans said softly. "It could also be a good guess of a great mind. I should be coming in for the area near you two right now." Pansy pointed down the road Sirius and Charles were standing infront of. "Keep your eyes open for a woman in a blue 'dress' coming from that way with her hair in a bun and held together in a long tail in the back. The hair will be held together purple wrap trimmed in dark blue."

"What are you talking about?" Charles asked.

"I think I see her. Look to your left and three people back. She running straight this way." Sirius said with a smile. "It seems you use the sides of your top to cover your chest."

"Yep, I was trying to be mysterious," Pansy said with a smile.

"Thousands of years ago that was you being mysterious," Sirius asked more shocked than intrigued.

"Yes, in this culture women ran the government, men defended it, and priestesses had more political power than the queen herself." Pansy said calmly as she walked up to look at herself as she came to a stop in the middle of the road. The young woman was panting a little pit look left to right. "I knew it's was tied a bit too loose. Shite I must have looked the fool to you."

"You were just fine Pans. The fact that I couldn't see your chest attracted me more than your slightly loose skit would have ever distracted me. If anything I think if I'd noticed that I would take that as an open invitation." Hermione said with a smile.

Pansy swatted her on the shoulder. "Prat."

"I should be coming this way dressed like this except the skirt is going to have a 'rainbow' pattern to it. It is going from purple to red, to a dark blue. Keep in mind the dye that made purple was produced in this empire so it was remarkably cheap for us." Hermione said with a smile. "The idea of royal purple confused us bake thin, but it made us money, so no complaints."

"Oh my." Abigail said as she looked down the street. Albus turned to look down the road Abigail was looking down. Walking towards them was a woman who was unmistakably Hermione Granger's past life. She may have been taller than Hermione at approximately five-foot-six-inches tall. She had a somewhat athletic almost model-like build. Her face was unmistakably Lady Granger's however. How or even why this happened was beyond him. You could say that it was a miracle of genetics, but that would be a little far fetched. Albus walked up to her to study her a little more closely. The young woman's nose was a touch smaller than Hermione's. Her face was a little more 'pointy' in the chin area. Aside from these few things this was unmistakably Hermione. The woman's eyes were a shade dark in town in colour as well. "If this is your first date Lady Granger I'd hate to see your more suggestive ones." Abigail said with a slight smile on her face.

"I was a bit more... modest at that point." Lady Granger said with a slight blush to her face.

"I can only imagine why." Sirius said with a smile.

All conversation was brought to an end when the two of them stood next to one another. Lady Parkinson's former life was there almost awestruck at what lay before her eyes. The same could be said about Lady Granger's although it seemed she could hide it just a little bit better. It was when they spoke that Albus was amazed at what was going one.

"You look amazing Leto." Hermione's past life said with a smile on her face. "I hope you didn't have anything important planned for the day."

"No, I didn't Hecate." Leto said with a smile on her face.

"So, are you ready to go see the bull leaping?" Hecate said with a smile.

"Not yet. I was thinking we could go get some food before we did that." Leto said with a coy smile.

"That sounds wonderful." Hecate said with a smile.

The two women started walking down the street towards the canal. Once there they made their way to the building at the centre of the canal. Hermione and Pansy started walking down that pathway as well. Everyone else looked at one another for a moment the started to follow them. Looking around as they walked Albus started to notice it wasn't the two young ladies he was able to understand, but everyone that was standing around them as well. Though how any of this was possible Albus did not know. This language was beyond dead to the world. There were some bits that sounded Latin, but that was just a few words. They were in the wrong place to be the words he was thinking of, and the other Greek words were too ancient to be the ones he knew. It was Sirius that brought this question to their attention.

"So I am not doubting where we are, but how are we able to understand this VERY dead language?" Sirius as he walked up beside the two of them.

It was Lady Granger that answered him. "Well, I think this is because Pansy and I know this language. Whether it is a gift from the Fates or a side effect based on the fact that all the parts of our past lives becoming aware to us I don't know. All I do know is that I can speak in the language now as fluently as I did during the time you are seeing now." Lady Granger then wrapped her arm around Lady Parkinson's waist. "So is there anything else you want to know?"

"Was this common way of... courting someone in this culture?" Abigail asked.

"Yes," Pansy said with a smile. "It was rather common to see a couple walking around like this. From a young age, you were taught to look a woman in the eyes. That being said it wasn't uncommon to see young men or women lost in a daze when someone they were interested in walked by dressing like Hermione's past-self is dressed right now. It would be in poor taste to just star at her chest mind, but if I remember correctly I took ever small glance I could get."

Charles chuckled at this. "Well, that's good to know." Abigail swatted him on the shoulder. "I was just stating that at least some things haven't changed about a young couple."

"And had this still been the custom I think there would be more upfront young men these days." Abigail said with a slightly sour look on her face. "So, why are you showing us this memory may I ask?"

Parkinson answered this one. "It is because this is the first time Magnus showed his true colours." She looked over her should at Albus. "So you know, this is the 'Dark Lord' we are warning you about. He is not really a 'Dark Lord' as you know them, but it would surprise me if you called him one."

"Why is that Lady Parkinson?" Albus asked as they made their way into a portion of the 'palace' that was better called a bar. There were men and women serving wine. A couple of men and women were cooking off in a back portion of the area using magic. There a dozen people seated at wooden tables scattered around. Off in the distance, Albus could hear the sound of something rather large wondering around in the pathway to his left. He turned to look down that pathway, and what he saw took his breath away. It was a bull that was standing as tall as he was. It was about two to three feet wide. He watched the thing walk right through the bar/cafe, and this didn't bother anyone. The parted way for the beast, and it just danced around the tables. "The second question: was this normal?"

Hermione chuckled and nodded her head. "Yes, this was quite normal, and Ronald's past life would not be considered a 'Dark Lord' because he was not in charge of anything major. That and he didn't practice magic that would be considered dark today. He used really grey magic and committed most of his crimes using muggle weapons and techniques. Sure he had his followers, but he had to 'cull' that group as it worries because of the actions of a few of them. He may have been a bastard, but he was a magnificent one. There was one crime he would not commit."

The way she said this made Dumbledore feel more than a little uncomfortable. "What do you mean?"

It was Lady Parkinson that answered this one. "Some of his followers enjoyed raping people. I know this cause I was a victim. Not to mention that his beloved Maya had been the inventor of Polyjuice Potion. They would use it to trick a victim into following them into a secluded part of the city, or off into the countryside. For me, it was both. They would use the potion on their victims multiple times just to break them."

"Oh my," Abigail said in a shallow voice. "You remember this event?"

"Yes, sadly." Lady Parkinson said as she inched herself closer to Lady Granger. "The only good thing that came from it was my son. I never once blamed him for what they did to me. I just hope he survived the ordeal that befell Atlantis."

The sound of Lady Granger's former life laughing broke this sombre conversation. "Your kidding right?"

"Not even close to it." the young woman said in a jovial voice. "Magnus told me that I was making a mistake. That you were his, and that I was wasting my time. Had it not been for that night I would have never known about you."

The brunette rolled her eyes. "No matter how many times I tell him the man won't take no for answer. I've even told him he's not the right gender for me to like."

"So, he's a typical boy?" the raven-haired young lady said with a smile.

"Even young boys KNOW what the word no means. He's more like a toddler. The only good thing he has going for him is he doesn't cry when his loins are dampened." the brunette said in an angry voice, but there was this smile on her face. "One would think after being told twenty times in one week a person would take a hint."

The raven-haired woman laughed. "My brother demigod or no does have a problem with rejection. You should have been there when my mum told him he couldn't have a sweet. It was both frightening at times and funny at others."

"I can imagine," the brunette said as she took a sip of her wine. "One might think he had an incestuous concept given that I am named after his mother."

Leto laughed at this. "If you didn't look so different from his mother I would agree with you." The young woman thanked the woman who brought them their food. She then took the knife that was at her side, and cut into the meant. She poked it with the tip of the knife then ate it. After swallowing the meat she continued the conversation. "I mean the way he follows you around when he isn't doing something for the army is rather unsettling if you ask me. I've been running around town doing things for Hektor, and I've caught him following you."

"This is after last night or before?" the brown-eyed woman said with a broad smile.

"Before last week actually. I should have remembered you from it to keep myself from confusing you for a spy. That was rather unpleasant to discover. This city is SO big that there is no way you could know everyone within it. Magnus loves to think that he does, but I doubt that. The only reason he is as connected as he is comes from his relation to Hektor. I still can't believe that the aged man took Magnus' want to learn as a good thing. The fool thinks he could learn all there is to know in the world."

The mortal Hecate nodded her head. "I may love to learn things, but even I know there is no way for a person to learn all there is to know in the world. That is impossible. Even the gods have their specialises. One does not find Poseidon saying he knows everything about the sky do we?"

The young Leto shook her head as she drank more wine. "No, but Magnus wants to become like Thoth and know everything. If you ask me that would make life boring." She then took another bite of meat and then grabbed a piece of bread. She pointed at Hecate with the piece of bread. "I think he is the one who gave me that information hoping I would tell him everything I found out about you."

Hermione and her past life blanched at this information. "I don't even want to know what kind of information you were sent to gather now."

"Nothing special. I was asked to retrieve all outgoing messages you were sending. Had you not walked into that room when you did you would be wondering where your letters had gone. Seeing you in that state of undress distracted me enough to allow you to pin me to the wall." Leto was blushing at this. "I mean it was not like I hadn't seen other women like that, but seeing you like that grabbed more than my eyes at that moment."

"Are you saying you love her sister dear?" an angered voice filled the air at this moment.

Albus turned to his left to find a man about four years older than Harry standing in the second entryway into this place. What was really bad was that he looked like Ronald Weasley. The only difference was in his eyes. Instead of Ronald's light blue eyes, he had these dark grey coloured eyes. He also stood about a couple inches shorter than the size Ronald was speculated to be in the future. The look on the young man's face was one pure hate. "Who is this?"

"Magnus." Hermione and Pansy said as one. The amount of hate in their voices was beyond anything he'd seen in some other than Tom.

"Ladies is there something I should know about him?" Albus turned his gaze and attention back to the older versions of the young women to find them staring at Magnus with the same level of hate their younger versions were displaying right now.

"Take all that is bad about You-Know-Who and strip away the blood hatred replace it with a national superiority. This will give you Magnus. This kind of hatred slowly turned into a male chauvinist that got him a small following of men who wanted to turn the Atlantean society into something closer to the cultures in the Middle East that we were trade partners with." Pansy said more than a little bitter than Albus thought she held these days. "The bastard would later cause him to have a plot to overthrow the Atlantean government after the war with Athens. This was exposed by the two of us." Parkinson pointed to herself and Granger.

"What are you doing Magnus?!" another male voice screamed.

Turning towards that voice Albus' breath was caught in his throat. Standing behind Magnus was a man who stood about a foot taller than him. He was wearing the kilt that everyone else was wearing. His muscles were not that well defined, but you could tell that he took care of himself. That is not what shocked him. What shocked him was this man's look was very, very, very close to Harry Potter's look. His nose was slightly different, his eyebrows were thicker, but all that aside this man looked like Harry. His eyes were the same shade of green, his harry was dark black, and jawline was without a doubt Harry's. Albus looked at the others in the group, and he found them staring at somewhere else. Albus followed their line of sight, and his breath was yet again taken away out of shock. Walking towards the growing group was a young woman who was unmistakably Daphne Greengrass. The only thing that was different was the woman had a darker shade of grey eyes.

"Is everything okay Leto?" the woman who looked like young lady Greengrass asked.

"Not really, we were having a nice date, but then it was interrupted." Hecate said with more than a little bit of venom in her voice. "I've told you before Magnus: We may have been friends since we were children, but that does not mean we are going to fall in love with one another."

"Yes, my friend, but I don't think this is normal for you or my sister. This is all new to us all. Neither of you has shown an interest in your own sex before yesterday. I'm just wondering why my little sister or my CLOSEST friend didn't talk to me about this." There was almost an aggressive tone to Magnus' voice. Albus was wondering what this man was intending right now.

"I didn't need to tell you that I was having an interest in someone. You ARE NOT my mother!" Leto screamed.

"I think it best for you to leave Magnus..." the young woman who looked like Daphne said as she stepped infront of him.

Magnus looked around the room, and when he noticed there was a group of people gathered around them that looked ready to get involved should he try to hurt either of these young ladies. He looked back at Hecate and said: "I still think you two have been bewitched, and should I ever find out how it was done I will save the two of you."

It was at this moment that the memory started over. Albus looked around at everyone standing around him. "I think we need to leave, and discuss what we have seen here."

"Agreed there are some questions I want to ask these two." Sirius said as he pointed at Granger and Parkinson.

"Yes, I think they may have known something they didn't even think about at all." Charles said as he looked over at Hermione. "I am stunned by this Hermione. I don't think you were thinking of this while looking at those memories, but do you realise how much that young woman looks like Daphne."

"Or how much that young man looks like Harry?" Sirius asked sounding more than a little bit stunned.

One look at the two young ladies should stunned looks on bothering their faces. It was Pansy that responded. "No sir, to be honest, we've been so focused on who we were that we didn't notice it. I know I didn't, and Hermione is Harry's best friend, so had she noticed it I think she would have told him by now. Hell, Daphne is becoming my closest friend, second only to Hermione, so I would have mentioned this to her."

"That's what I thought," Abigail said sounding a little worried. "What was her former life's job?"

Hermione smiled at this for some reason. "She was a mediwitch, and the same could be said about Harry. The two of them were a year old than me, but I'd known them well because of learning alongside them a little bit of the craft. In my past life, I didn't really take a specialization. I learned a touch of each bit of magic. I was more focused on the politics of the Atlantean empire then being a specialized mage."

"Wow," Sirius said with a smile. "So, do the two of them know about this?"

Granger and Parkinson looked at one another. They then shook their heads. "No, I mean they might have an idea, but they've never talked about it. We will talk to them about it though. Now that I KNOW about this I don't think I can keep this is away from my friends though sir."

"Lady Granger I don't think this is a wise idea." Albus said calmly he didn't want this knowledge to cloud Harry's future needs.

Lady Granger looked to the ground squinting almost as if she was in deep thought about this matter. He knew it might thinking back to the life they came from to see how their former life. When she looked back at him her eyes were this bright grey. "Albus I don't think this wise." Her voice was a touch higher in tone. It was almost like her past life was speaking to him. "Given what those two helped us with they may have come back to do the same. Or, they chose to come back to help us. We cannot say for sure."

"Are you Lady Granger, or her past life?" Lady Greengrass asked.

"Hecate, this is something Hermione discovered she could do before the trial of Malfoy. We had to us what felt like thirty minutes. This is something I don't think any of you if you had a past life could do. Then again this could also be because Magnus or Maya have done something to Ronald soul to bring back Magnus has had some kind side effect on our souls. The former sounding so unlikely that it is almost comical to me."

Albus stood there a little slack-jawed at this moment. It was Sirius that spoke next. "Do you think there is a way we could talk to you in the memories?"

"No," it was no longer Hecate speaking to them. Lady Granger looked visibly tired from it. "I don't think I can do this often. I thought I could let her talk through me so long as the identity was strongly present."

"Have you done this before?" Albus asked a little shocked.

"Yes, it just happened before the trail of Malfoy. It was a strong event that I can say. I also was able to receive information from her. Granted what I reviewed from her was a recipe, and it really isn't that useful for me."

"Yeah, but Harry would do wonders with it." Pansy said with a smile.

Albus looked over at her with this shocked look on his face. "How did you do this?"

Lady Parkinson blushed slightly at this. "I know you saw my past life, but you don't know what she did for a living." She looked over at Lady Granger. The two of them nodded to one another. When she looked back over at Albus there was the smokey cloud falling away from her body. This coy smile graced her face. "This is what made it a doable thing. I can travel through the shadows around us as you walk through the air." Albus could feel his face took on this worried look. "Don't worry Professor this is not a dark art. It can be used for evil things, and feelings like hate, malice, or cruelty. You've met the man who discovered it."

"Hermione's brother?" Charles asked.

"Yes, and he discovered it in a moment of fear. According to him, he was looking for a way to get away from a group of soldiers that wanted to kill him." Pansy said a little tentatively. "He told me that in a panic he stepped back while thinking of escaping somewhere, and he 'fell' into the realm of shadows. I honestly think there was more involved, but he hasn't told anyone the full story."

"So, the Japanese discovered this independent of him?" Sirius asked.

"Yes," both Granger and Parkinson said as one.

"Wow," Abigail sounded more stunned than her anyone else about this. "So, what are you going to show us next?"

"Well, I think an Atlantean trial is next. You need to see Magnus' political manoeuvring, so you're not blind to them." Pansy said with a sour look on her face. "Hecate, Hermione's past life, was asked to stay out of the trial because she was my wife."

"That happened two days later love." Hermione said with a smile on her face. It was like just thinking about the event made her exceedingly happy. The look on face fade with time. She looked over at Parkinson and took hold of her hand gently. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Pansy nodded. "It has been a while since that memory was forced back on me, but it happened over three-thousand years ago, and thankfully I don't have that experience in this life." She then looked over at Albus. "So, how do this again?"

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The ringing of the alarm clock grabbed everyone's attention. Hermione reached over and stopped the clock. Once the alarm was shut off she looked over at the most important of her friends at this moment. Harry and Daphne were sitting there slack-jawed. Hermione looked over at Ginny to find her more than a little curious about all of this. "I know what Daphne and Harry are thinking about, but what are you thinking about Ginny?"

"I am just wondering if everyone has had a past life." Ginny said with a slight smile gracing her face.

"Probably, but we will never know. It is just amazing that we know about the ones we do." Pansy said with a tenuous smile. "I mean the two of us have been having dreams about ours for years now."

Daphne looked over at the raven-haired boy with a concerned look on her face. "How long have you been having them, Harry?"

Harry closed his eyes for a moment. "Yesterday is the only time I've dreamed about that life at all. When I try and bring that dream back to my mind there's like this black fog blocking that 'memory' from me. I don't know what it is, but it doesn't feel good that is for sure."

Daphne nodded slowly after Harry said this. "Barring the black fog I am the same as you Harry. Don't get me wrong it was still hard to recall, but nothing like a black fog was blocking it. I also didn't know any of it was real. I also compared myself to the woman in my dream. If this is my bast life then my former life was a bloody model by today's standards."

"You can say that again," Harry said with a smile.

"Oi!" Hermione, Pansy, and Daphne said as one.

"What I'm being honest. Besides if I said the opposite you call me out on it. I am losing either way." Harry took hold of Daphne's hand. "You know I love you for more than just your looks love."

Daphne swatted his hand. "Yes, but that does not mean you are going to get away with that statement." This coy smile graced her face. "If you want to prove that statement you'll have to get me a few things while we go out and shop for the World Cup.

"Fine," Harry said as he stood up, and pulled her to her feet. He held her hand and walked towards the door. "Come on, we don't have much time."