|The Daughter of Light and Dark
Author: Not2Innocent PM
Hermione Granger thought she was an average muggleborn witch. She was in for a shock. She gets her world turn upside down. Things change for the better and for the worst. What's a girl to do now that she's caught in the middle and realizes she has the power to change the outcome of the war. Non-canon, follows part of the series.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Hermione G. & Draco M. - Chapters: 40 - Words: 89,494 - Reviews: 288 - Favs: 191 - Follows: 188 - Updated: 02-18-12 - Published: 06-09-03 - id: 1379083
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The Daughter of Light and Dark
Hermione knew that she was going to be in trouble. She didn't exactly finish her duty as a judge for the Talent Show. She had run off before the second half could even begin. Hermione wondered if anything exciting happened. What excuse could she give to the Headmaster? Unless, he already knew what Draco had already planned. Her heart was somewhat at ease with her mind. It was going to be a difficult journey forward. She could already feel the shift in the air.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked since she hadn't said anything for a bit of time.
She gave him a small reassuring smile, "Yes, I'm just tired."
"Well, the show should be over now," Draco stated.
Hermione nodded in agreement. "We should go back in."
Draco stood up extending a hand to Hermione.
Hermione stared at his hand that was out towards her contemplating whether or not she should take it. She gently shook her head to get rid of the doubt. She might as well take it to show that she could at least trust him a little. A good show of faith I suppose. What was the harm in taking his hand? The second she took his hand she was jolted with an image. She was shocked, it had been so brief, she wondered if what she saw could really be true.
"Hogwarts to Hermione," Draco called as she looked as if she was in a daze.
"Huh?" she answered trying not to think about what she saw.
"You sure are out of it," Draco muttered as he reached out to touch her forehead.
Hermione jumped back, swatting his hand away from her. "I'm alright, let's go back."
Draco nodded trying not to be hurt that she didn't want his concern.
She sighed as she walked beside him. The image had been a dragon that had been shackled down in chains. It definitely wasn't a good omen at all.
"Who do you think won?" Draco asked trying to make light conversation.
"Daphne Greengrass maybe," she replied.
"Not the Weaslebee?" he commented.
"Right, Ginny could've done better," Hermione replied.
As they made their way back towards the Great Hall, there were many students who were excited and whispering comments.
"I can't believe she won," one Hufflepuff cried.
"They must've been deaf," another person cried out.
Draco stopped the Hufflepuffs, "What are you saying?"
The Hufflepuff scoffed back and quietly muttered, "You should know, your ex girlfriend won."
"Parkinson won?" Hermione questioned. She did have a talent with the piano.
The two Hufflepuffs nodded before scurrying off.
"I didn't see that coming," Hermione muttered towards Draco.
"Well, surprise surprise," Draco said in wonder, "The professors didn't have taste."
Hermione chuckled a little. "It probably was a close race."
"You two should be grateful to your life savior!" Blaise's voice cried out as he stepped out from the shadows.
Hermione sighed. Blaise always seemed to be hiding somewhere. She had been too distracted to try to see if anyone was around. There were too many students exiting and entering the Great Hall.
"Did you two make up?" Blaise asked wigging his eyebrows suggestively.
Hermione gave him a poke. "You cut that out."
"Oh, look its Mione," Ron called towards the others in the Great Hall.
"Where were you?" Harry asked curiously, "You disappeared."
Ginny cried unhappily. "You could've been the swing vote!"
Hermione paused. "What?"
"It was a three way tie," Lavender muttered unhappily.
Draco watched as the Gryffindors all crowded around Hermione. He slowly moved away from their group giving a small signal to Blaise.
Blaise nodded as he watched Draco disappear from view.
"Me, Pansy and Daphne," Ginny cried.
"So who made the final decision?" Hermione asked.
"Professor Dumbledore," Harry chimed in.
Harry was a little unsure why he had decided on Pansy. Maybe he really did enjoy the piano.
"It's not fair!" Ginny stated with a frown.
"I'm sorry, Ginny," Hermione replied sadly.
"Well, the show was good at least," Ron stated trying to comfort his girlfriend who hadn't been acknowledged at all.
"I wasn't feeling well," Hermione stated trying to explain her absence.
"Blaise already explained what happened to us," Ginny stated with a wink. "I understand, even though you caused me to lose to that Pug Face."
"Did he make a good argument?" Harry asked curiously.
Hermione muttered, "So so."
"Was it still an alright apology?" Ron inquired.
"Yes, it was."
"Let's get some rest tonight," Blaise suggested noticing that Hermione didn't look too well. "Hershey, let's get you to bed."
"I'm fine," Hermione argued.
"You do look a bit pale, dear," Ginny replied looking over her friend.
"Mione?" Harry questioned wondering if anything was going on.
"You should've rested instead of insisting to help," Loren called as she noticed the crowd after speaking to the other Professors.
"Loren, I can't believe you voted for Daphne," Ginny cried when the older woman approached them.
"Sorry, Gin," Loren replied approaching Hermione carefully. "You shouldn't have run off."
"Sorry," Hermione replied quietly.
"What's going on?" Ron asked as he saw Loren give Hermione a look.
"Before, the show, our dear book worm had already stayed in the Hospital Wing," Loren remarked hoping the group would get the hint.
Harry nodded in understanding. It must have been due to her gift.
"Let's all meet tomorrow," Harry stated gathering his friends towards the path to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Let's go," Blaise stated taking Hermione's hand.
Loren followed behind the two. She had been surprised that Hermione had disappeared during the break. Time was moving quickly, she had to make sure Hermione was safe all the time. She couldn't let Hermione fall into danger.
The three reached the Head's quarters within moments.
"Password, please," the angel asked quietly.
"Dragon's princess," Blaise answered.
The portrait swung open. Draco was sitting on a couch when the three arrived.
"What's up?" he inspired as he saw that Blaise had a hold of Hermione's hand.
"She seems to have gotten a small fever," Blaise replied.
"She couldn't have gotten a cold, that fast," Draco remarked thinking about their time spent outside.
"Did you take her outside?" Loren asked curiously.
Draco nodded unsure of why that had anything to do with her health.
"She was already a little ill earlier. She only had permission to leave the Hospital Wing to attend the Talent Show," Loren explained.
"It's no one's fault," Hermione replied trying to calm the situation. She hadn't been feeling all that well. This fever was only a surprise. It wasn't caused by going outside in her weakened state.
"Why don't you get some sleep," Loren suggested.
Hermione nodded. She didn't want to be a part of whatever conversation they were going to have. Hermione had too much she had to think about.
"I don't care if Hermione's forgiven you or not," Loren stated giving Draco a glare.
"What's your problem, Luther," Draco asked giving her an equally fierce glare.
Blaise just sighed at their stances towards one another. Loren was overprotective of Hermione. It didn't help that they both didn't like each other. Now they were fighting like cats and dogs over Hermione.
"You're only going to cause her problems," Loren argued. "Stay away."
"You should look in the mirror," Draco stated offering her a hand mirror that he had transfigured.
"I think that you should both consider Hermione," Blaise interrupting their glaring content.
Loren and Draco turned their glares to Blaise.
"Whoa, I can feel the love. Hermione cares for both of you. You might not trust each other, but at least trust Hermione's opinion," Blaise stated. He was tired as well. He needed a shot of fire whiskey to calm his senses.
"Can you both leave?" Draco asked taking in what Blaise stated.
Loren frowned, but knew that she couldn't stay here. It was their common room.
Blaise nodded and stated as he left. "You owe me, Malfoy."
Draco knew that he owed a lot to Blaise for what he did tonight for him.
Hermione drank some water as she stared out her window to look outside.
What bothers you, Mistress? Crookskanks asked.
Things that are out of my control. Hermione replied.
You shouldn't worry. Crookshanks stated.
Did Faith come by earlier? She inquired looking at the letter on her desk.
Yes. It was to explain more about tomorrow night. Crookshanks explained.
Hermione sighed. The letter that her Aunt had sent her the other day had explained a meeting that was very important for Hermione to attend. It had given a specific time, but hadn't explained how she was going to get there. She opened the new letter. The only thing she read was that her mode of transportation would arrive outside her window tomorrow night. She already had Professor Dumbledore's permission.
There was too much going on. Hermione sighed as she took a look at the amulet Damien had given her. Calypso's words were slowly imprinting themselves into memory.
"This gift will bring you pain," Calypso explained as she brushed against the chain of her necklace.
"Damien said it would bring protection. We tested it," Hermione argued.
"He had no good intentions towards you," Calypso stated. "He's a murderer and he is insane."
Hermione touched the amulet. She felt a warm pulse as she held it in her hands. "What intentions does he have then?"
"The amulet feeds on your magic," Calypso stated.
"Feeds on my magic," Hermione repeated.
"You've split the amulet, haven't you?" Calypso asked.
"That is the first action needed," Calypso remarked.
Hermione didn't understand where this was headed.
"The amulet was made from Damien's magic. He gave it a piece of his soul, to gain protection. The amulet's will, is Damien's. The true owner is him, right now," Calypso explained.
"The amulet's main holder is you. Your magic creates a protection/bond on those who wear it. It will offer them protection, but stressfully be the cause of your pain. The amulet is doing its job in consuming magic. It's taking your magic and blending it with Damien's. His intention is to cause a shadow in your light. The first is to split the pieces, to start the ritual. The strength of the others' protection will lessen your own protection. Every spell cast on the others, will be redirected to you," Calypso explained.
"You're saying it's like a portal, bouncing back to the main amulet?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, once the amulet is full, you'll feel all of it," Calypso explained.
"I can't just take the pieces back?" Hermione wondered.
"It will only cause a backlash. The piece can't be put back. The pieces will only return to the person it had bonded with," Calypso stated.
"My magic and Damien's will blend together?"
"It will be battle of wills. Damien wore that amulet for ages. It has so much of him in it. If you fight it, you can overcome it and give it a new will. Damien's will was to punish any Daughter of the Gift. His punishment was pain. He wanted to amplify the pain he felt for being rejected from the Gift. The opposite occurred for him. He gained strength." Calypso stated.
"How long," Hermione asked, "Before the amulet is filled?"
"The strength of the spells, the intent of the spells, how the protection ward takes that energy into the amulet will determine the time," Calypso stated.
"Is there a way to undo the amulet," Hermione asked.
"If the maker or another is willing to take the punishment for you," Calypso remarked.
"I can't argue with Damien?" Hermione asked wondering if she could talk to him since she was in the Doldrums.
"I wouldn't do so. He already has made up his mind. He will refuse to take the amulet back. Once it does it jobs, the magic will return to him in the end. It won't hinder him at all to wait."
"That crazy bastard," Hermione cried.
"There's still time," Calypso stated reassuringly.
"What can I do?" Hermione asked worried.
"Make sure to tell your friends to layer protection spells. The less magic that the amulet blocks, the more time, you have before it becomes full. Once the prophecy has been fulfilled and peace comes, I will personally make sure that Damien agrees to take the amulet back," Calypso stated.
Hermione nodded. "There's still a chance I might live through the pain."
Calypso laughed. "Of course, you want to live after years of resentment and pain. Damien's amulet has had years to collect Damien's true intentions. You're still too young to fully realize it."
Hermione at least understood now the glint in Damien's eyes as he gave her the amulet that day. "I will try my best to survive. I can't let anyone carry this burden. I didn't think before splitting the pieces."
"We never think when we believe that something will help us," Calypso stated.
"Thank you," Hermione stated grateful.
"Don't thank me yet," Calypso remarked, "Survive first."
Hermione sat and contemplated the amulet. She knew that she shouldn't tell anyone what could possibly happen. She wouldn't worry the others. Her main priority was Harry. Harry who was her best friend. Harry who would do his best to fight off the enemy. Hermione wasn't sure if that was the right decision to make. She needed to tell someone. Hermione quickly got up and decided she should at least tell her father. Maybe he would know something that Calypso didn't know.
2-18-2012 This is it. Shorter than the last few chapters, but something for right now. Please Review. Feedback always necessary.