Chapter Fifteen - Hermione and Harry

So... at some point, Gellert and Ariana had a moment; she got pregnant, had the child, and then Ariana died... I guess Albus didn't want to see the child of his lover and sister after Ariana died and killed Gellert, maybe he gave him to Bathilda since they were friends and that's why she was raised as Bagshot?... or that's what I think might have happened; only Albus would know for sure, but the point is that in the end, Nerida is a descendant of Ariana and Gellert, which would make her Nerida Grindelwald-Dumbledore. 

So I wonder if Albus knows something or not, which I doubt since he would have done something when Nerida's parents were killed, so it's likely that he never kept track of his sister's son and his descendants, so it's possible he doesn't know about Nerida at all. 

Well, there is also the fact that he will soon be included in the Gaunt surname when we hunt each other down, which was my grandmother's plan. That way my children, who will surely be expected to be 3, will each get the corresponding surname of Gaunt, Grindelwald, and Dumbledore, and since Gaunt is part of the Holy 28, well, when I integrate her back into the Holy 28 at a Wizengamot meeting after collecting one of the many favors from multiple families that they owe us, Nerida will select a regent to be a vote for me at the Wizengamot.

It is also the same with the Fleur Delacour and Susan Bones marriages, as my future wives will be given a surname each, Fleur Black and Susan Slytherin. Even if I can cancel them as unofficial Lord of House Black, it is something that is already done for the future of the family and I don't plan to undo it, that way, that's two more votes for me, both Bones and Slytherin, who while not part of the 28, have enough political clout to be able to influence the ministry of magic to have a place just like the Malfoy's. 

'Shit, every time I find out more of my grandmother's plans, the scarier and more impressive she is' - I thought amused; she had a whole agenda prepared that, if it wasn't for me, would have gone down the drain. 

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At Hermione Grenger's elementary school. 

Wearing my Tanya guise, I walked calmly in the direction of class with my homework book, which I completed quickly to keep up with the little time I could give it. Not that it was really important, but let's just say that being a failure in something as small as elementary school is not something I'm willing to be; losing is not my style. 

So when I was so calm doing things, my hidden wand hissed at me that danger was approaching, something I couldn't avoid since I was so careless that it was too late when a spell hit my side and I crashed hard into the wall. 

I grabbed my forehead, which had a small cut on it, but I caught a glimpse of Hermione getting excited and running away with a big smile as if it were the happiest day of her life. Some of the older students were quick to assist me with concern as they saw my forehead bleeding. I told them I was fine, but they insisted and took me to the staff room. While I could heal it easily with my ability, it was not good to do it in front of muggles.

I must say that Hermione earned some of my respect by attacking me like that; it was the first time she attacked me, and I had to give her credit. They grow up so fast, and of course, I had to visit her too.

Pov Hermione

She had done it; she had done it! She had attacked Tanya; she had been so excited when she did it that she couldn't do anything but smile and laugh when she was out of sight of everyone at last, and for the first time, she had hit her.

- "Yes, I can't wait to tell Azrael what I did" - She squealed like a fangirl to herself as she thought of her first and only best friend.

It had felt so good to finally give her some of what she deserved that she couldn't wait to give her another hit again. She looked at her wand and almost hugged it for helping her with this; magic was amazing.

When almost a week had passed since she had found the wand, she also found the boy who had lost it. She didn't want to give him back the wand; with it, she could do magic, something she kept secret from her parents, but the point was that she could do magic, and it was amazing, but she knew that, even if she didn't want to, she had to give the wand back to the boy who belonged to her, but not before knowing some answers, because if it was the boy's, then the boy was a wizard and knew many tricks. 

She had managed to do very few things with the wand these days; she thought of some magic words from some books she found of some famous wizards, but the reaction to what she could achieve was minimal, like lifting a glass or moving chairs, also making lights, but nothing so amazing. Well, yes, it was amazing to do that, but on a larger scale. 

So when he met the boy again, it was quite an experience. 

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Several months earlier 

Hermione's house, room 

"Well, what did you want to know?" - He asked me with a smile as he held the wand out to me. 

I knew he knew what I wanted to ask him, but apparently he knew that I knew what that wand did, so I decided to ask a different question: "Will you teach me how to do magic?" 

"Yes," - He said without any problem, still keeping that amused smile; apparently he was amused by my anxiety. - "But what I want to know is, why do you want to learn magic?"

"Because it's amazing! Real magic exists, and it's fascinating. Well, I couldn't do much, but still, there are so many things to learn and so many things I could do with magic! Will I be able to do magic like the fairy godmother of...!?" - I started to tell him why I wanted to, until he started laughing when I started talking about Disney Princesses, which made me blush with embarrassment seeing that he seemed to make fun of me. - "Hey, don't make fun of...!" 

"Principis Habitu," - He said, casting a spell on me, and my clothes turned into a beautiful dress. 

"This is... this is the...?" - I looked at the very beautiful dress worn by one of my favorite princesses. 

"Snow White's dress, yes" - I stared at him, very surprised. - "What, you think us boys don't watch princess movies? You'd be surprised how many boys love those movies even more than girls" - I was shocked by what he said; I didn't expect that, but the fact that he had made Snow White's dress perfectly like in the movie made it true. 

'If you only knew, little Granger. I will have seen at least about 15 Barbie movies and almost every Disney princess movie in my former life, newbie' - Thought Azrael with a triumphant smile, something he considered an accomplishment, but he couldn't tell her since not even one Barbie movie had come out yet. 

"This is amazing! This is fantastic!" - I twirled around, making the dress rise a little. - "How did you do that?"

"It's called transfiguration; it means that you can change objects for others, although it has a time limit since the magic in the transformed object is finished, and it returns to normal, do you understand?" 

 "Yes, yes, I understood. It means that my clothes will return to normal" - He nodded when I answered him correctly, and as he said, the dress returned to normal, becoming my casual clothes, I was a little disappointed, but if I could learn, I could turn my own dresses - "There are many more things you can do? Do you have books to learn?"

"Yes, I will lend you the first volumes of magic from each one that you can learn, but you must understand one thing, and that is that books are not always correct." 

"That's not true; books always speak the truth. All stories, all tales, and more are allowed to be read for a reason. And fantasy books don't count!" 

"Like magic books?" - He said suddenly, and I pouted as I realized that magic books ended up being real after all. - "What I mean is that you can't always find the answers in books, and not all books speak the truth." 

"What do you mean?" - I asked him, since I couldn't understand why he said books weren't entirely accurate. I always saw books as the answer to everything, but what if it wasn't so? Then what now? 

"Well, there are the scammers who use other people's stories and make plagiarism, copies or parodies; there are the ones that just don't make sense at all or just children's stories like this" - He pulled out the Harry Potter book and showed her the part where he rode a Dragon at 5 years old - "Do you think this kid could ride a Dragon at 5 years old?" 

"Yes, I understand, I understand" - I nodded at what he said. He was right, so I should pay more attention to what I read and what was real or not, as I could read and believe in false things that could hurt me in the future.

"But what is real about this book is the boy; he is my cousin," - He said, and I looked at him with my mouth open. 

Pov Harry

"Awwww, someone must be talking about me... or do I have Dragon fever?" - He asked himself and shrugged his shoulders. - "Auntie, bring me some more cookies". 

"Of course, my dear nephew" - His Aunt Petunia nodded and went happily to bring him more cookies. 

His life had improved so much since she met his cousin that it was fantastic and satisfying. Although he was a little sad that he couldn't live with his cousin, he made his life so much easier and amazing. 

When he told his cousin how he lived at his uncle's house, the look on his cousin's face became monstrous. He told him it was because he was angry, and it made his magical shapeshifting ability act almost consciously. 

He also knew about magic; a whole new world opened up for him. Magic had done so much for his life that he wanted to learn more about it, not to mention that thanks to magic and a specific spell called 'imperius' he made his uncles into loving servants who gave him everything he wanted and who he could also command whenever he wanted, and his cousin Dudley became the freak of his family. Seeing him living under the stairs and being treated the way he was treated made his inner desires for revenge that he had hidden in his chest feel so satisfied.

His cousin also brought some professional doctors to his house. They had cured and vaccinated him of everything in his body, and after about two months of treatment, he felt so full of energy and life that it was fascinating. He was now taller, his body was well-nourished, and his mind was much clearer.

One thing he discovered recently was his newfound eagerness to read and learn. Always holding himself back and being illiterate because of his uncles, who prevented him from learning, made him more committed to learning. His cousin had given him hundreds of books, both magical and normal, which he read every chance he got. According to his cousin, he said he got his eagerness to read and learn from his mother. 

And speaking of them, he also taught him all about his parents; every question was answered—well, at least most of them since he admitted he didn't know his parents personally, but he knew enough to know how great they were.

He also knew about his enemies and those who left him without his parents, giving him this shitty life. The people who took his parents from him, the people who could have saved his parents, the people who could have given him a hand in his life to not live this life—all because of two people who believed in a bloody prophecy that made it come true because they believed in it. Those two people were Tom Riddle and Albus Dumbledore.

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"Why must I look like this?" - I asked my cousin Azrael, who simply looked at me with boredom - "Didn't you say that being yourself was always better than pretending to be someone else?" 

"Because Natasha's attraction does enough to turn their gazes on her, while Lord Black and Lord Potter go unnoticed as they head to Gringott Bank. And yes, I said that too, but when I said that, I didn't mean hiding your appearance so that others wouldn't spot you. What we do now is simply not to draw attention to ourselves, but pretending to be someone you're not is something completely different," - He explained, and I nodded, not fully understanding, but I understood a little of what he was trying to tell me. 

"And that's why I have to pretend to be the heroic boy and go to Gryffindor; isn't that pretending to be something I'm not?" 

 "True, but I gave you the options you could take to complete the goals you set out to take when I told you all the truths. The best option is to be cunning and smart; you are both, and you could easily fit in perfectly in Slytherin or Ravenclaw, but if you want it to be much easier and not be so suspicious, you should go to Gryffindor. That will be less attention for you since it will be what everyone expects; after all, you are the all-powerful Potter, savior of the magical world, the son of your Gryffindor parents, the boy who lived, the..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get the point.... How come people believe that I ride a Dragon at 5 years old" - I exclaimed, stunned. How could they believe that fantasy bullshit when, in reality, at 5 years old, he was living a shitty life with his uncles. 

 "F, that's all I'll tell you. But enough of this; Gringotts is waiting for us, and believe me, those greedy goblins are hell to deal with unless they always have galleons to earn!"

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