The moment Harry’s spell collided with Voldemort’s, Hermione knew that her long journey would finally be at an end. As she watched, mesmerized, Voldemort’s spell rebounded and the Darkest Wizard the Wizarding World had ever known was finally dead.
Cheers went up in the Great Hall, and everyone came over in the afters, offering their congratulations to Harry, Ron and Hermione. Looking over by the far window, near the southwest corner of the Hall, Hermione noticed that the Malfoy family sat huddled together, looking worse for wear and completely out of place. Hermione’s amber eyes connected with grey ones, and then suddenly, there was an audible gasp that went out over the Great Hall. Looking over her shoulder, where all the eyes were focused, the site that greeted Hermione was one she’d never thought she’d see again. For standing there, by the open remains of what was once the entryway to the Great Hall...stood the Moirai...Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos.
The Moirai were focused on her, and in Atropos’ hand was the thread of fate and as she held it aloft within her hand, she gestured towards Hermione and spoke in an otherworldly voice...
Daughter of Sky
Bearer of fate
Of God and earthly magic
Harbinger of hate
Your quest has ended
Precious blood spilt
Father’s Treasure heralded
Your Vow is now fulfilled
And with those final words, the thread of fate was cut and everyone in the Great Hall watched as the Moirai smiled at the Brightest Witch of the Age—then vanished, as silently as they came.
Everyone looked towards Hermione—some in awe, others in confusion. Professor McGonagall nodded in Hermione’s direction, a knowing glint gleamed within her gaze. Harry, who seemed genuinely confused, looked over at his best friend, the sister of his heart and gestured towards the passageway.
“Mione, what was that?”
Hermione smiled at her friend, realizing she could finally speak the truth. Words that she had been long forbidden to speak. “They are the Moirai, Harry.”
A few more gasps were heard as a full understanding fell upon the room. Harry nodded, still unsure but valiantly trying to figure out what was happening. “The three fates?”
Hermione smiled at her friend. “Yes. Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. The three sisters.”
“Why were they here?”
“Because you weren’t the only one with a destiny to fulfill, Harry Potter.”
“I don’t think I understand.” Harry frowned, looking a bit uncertain.
Professor McGonagall walked over and put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Miss Granger was sent here when she was eleven by her Father. Her Muggle guardians—the Grangers, were given charge of Hermione until her quest was fulfilled.”
“And what quest was that?” Harry looked at his friend questioningly.
“To help defeat Voldemort, Harry. To help you defeat a wizard who tried to cheat death. My Uncle was extremely vexed that Voldemort had used such Dark Magic’s to rip open the tapestry of fate. So I was sent here to help restore balance.”
“Your Uncle?” Harry looked even more confused, and then there was another gasp as all eyes focused on a young man with shaggy messy black hair, much like Harry’s, who had suddenly appeared out of shadow. The newcomer was wearing an aviator jacket with a skull ring and a sword made of dark iron attached to his hip. Hermione smiled widely at the young man and walked over to him, enveloping him into a fierce hug.
“Cousin. It is good to see you.” Hermione smiled brightly, while the younger man just smirked and rolled his eyes.
“It’s good to see you too, Hermione.” Looking over the ravaged terrain, the newcomer’s eyes widened comically. “What a mess.”
Hermione smacked the younger boy’s arm. “War...cousin...will do that. Come over and meet some good friends of mine.”
Hermione led her cousin over to Harry, who was watching the younger boy warily. “Harry Potter, I’d like you to meet my cousin: Nico di Angelo.”
“Cousin?” Harry looked a bit dubious, but offered his hand in greeting which the other boy shook.
“Yeah. Younger cousin. Our Father’s are brothers.” Nico smirked while Hermione chuckled.
Harry nodded. “Who is your Father?”
Nico looked over at his cousin and raised an eyebrow mockingly. “Haven’t told them yet?”
“No, I haven’t gotten the chance. The Moirai just released me from my vow so please...we both know what a drama queen you are. Have at it.”
Nico grinned wickedly at his cousin, who just smirked right back. “Sorry. I should’ve formally introduced myself—Nico di Angelo—son of Hades, God of the Underworld.”
The stunned silence was overwhelming until Ron decided to join in the conversation. “Excuse me? Did you just say???”
Nico nodded, grinning madly. “Yeah, I did.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe it?” Ron scoffed.
Nico’s grin became predatory as he gazed back over at his cousin who was glaring at her friend angrily. “Maybe you should do the honors, cousin. Now that the vow is broken and you’re no longer shackled to it? I know someone who has been missing you. Percy has kept her busy but she always liked you better.”
Hermione giggled and led Harry, Ron and her cousin out into the dilapidated courtyard. The remaining survivors gathered around the open doorway and watched as Hermione smiled widely and then shouted. “Ela se mena! Mrs. O’Leary!”
Rumbling could be heard from inside the earth as shadows fell over the grounds of the courtyard, and suddenly from those same shadows...a large hellhound bounded from the side of the courtyard and literally plowed into Hermione. Wands were immediately drawn in defense, but once Harry and Ron saw their best friend laughing and petting the large hellhound, they both just grinned in open amusement.
The site of the large hellhound bounding around in excitement, drew shocked laughter from the assembly of witches and wizards. Glancing at her friends sheepishly, Hermione took Harry’s hand and brought him over to Mrs. O’Leary, who sniffed the Boy Who Lived and then gave him a big wet kiss. Everyone started laughing at the site of Harry Potter being mauled by the huge teddy bear of a hellhound. Soon, Ron pointed out into the sky and said, “Mione, what is that?”
Hermione turned around and faced outwards towards the Black Lake. Sure enough, a few small dots on the horizon grew larger as they got closer. Hermione smiled widely as she recognized Blackjack, her cousin’s Pegasus.
“That Ron, is my other cousin...Percy. He is on the large black Pegasus.” Turning to Nico, Hermione gestured towards the incoming group. “Annabeth with him?”
Nico nodded. “You know? They’re inseparable now. Percy finally got his head out of his arse and...well...” Nico blushed, and Hermione smiled fondly at her younger cousin.
Harry gazed curiously over at his best friend. “Another cousin?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, but nodded. “Yes. Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon. God of the Sea.”
Harry nodded and then gasped as if he’d finally realized just whom Hermione’s father truly was. “Mione, your Father?”
Hermione’s eyes glinted in the oncoming light and suddenly the gasps of everyone in the courtyard could be heard as Hermione’s aura glowed white, like lightening and her magic crackled along her skin and hair. An image floated above her head—the Mark of Zeus—God of the Sky, King of Olympus and the Gods. Son of Kronos and Rhea. Her Father claiming her for all to see.
“I am Hermione Granger—Daughter of Zeus—God of the Sky. Ruler of the Gods of Olympus. Lord of Honor, Justice, Rain and Lightning.” Her voice carried like thunder and in a surge of power, Hermione’s hands extended and lightning flashed and thunder rolled across the heavens. Now that her quest was done, and the Moirai had released her from her vow, her powers were unshackled for all to see.
A voice from the heavens echoed with unrestrained power as it washed over everyone standing there, watching on with amazement. “Behold my own! Brightness of sky and justice; truth and honor; power and glory—destiny fulfilled.” The heavens rolled again and then there was complete silence. Everyone within the courtyard were completely dumbfounded with profound awe at what they had just borne witness to.
“Bloody hell.” Ron murmured. “I always knew you were brilliant and scary Mione, but blimey!”
Harry nodded in agreement and Hermione smiled widely at her friends. Soon, the large black Pegasus landed in the courtyard and Percy jumped from Blackjack and made his way over to his cousin, picking her up and twirling her around, laughing in joy.
“Put me down, Percy!” Hermione gasped out on a laugh at her cousin’s antics.
“Not a chance cousin!” Percy swung her around once more and then placed Hermione back onto the ground. Soon, other Pegasi followed and Hermione ran over to one of the girls who had dismounted, the two girls hugged each other fiercely. Hermione grabbed the girl’s hand and led her over to her friends.
“Harry, Ron? I’d like to introduce you to my cousin. Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon, God of the Sea and his girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, Goddess of Wisdom.”
Harry and Ron just stuttered at the blonde girl, whose steely gray eyes were watching the two boys with amusement. Percy came over and wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, and she just smiled at his show of possessiveness. Once the formal introductions were over, a few more of Hermione’s friends from Camp Half Blood walked over and introduced themselves to Harry and Ron. Then everyone wanted to meet her extended family. Harry and Ron took Hermione aside after a while and asked, “We get why you couldn’t say anything Mione, but does this mean you’re not staying here with us?”
Hermione shrugged. “The choice is mine to make. My Father promised me I’d be able to have the choice if I didn’t die during the quest to defeat Voldemort.”
Harry nodded but Ron looked a bit worried. “When do you have to decide?”
“Soon.” Hermione smiled. “Don’t worry so much Harry, Ron. The hardest part is over and we finally have our lives back. I for one, couldn’t be happier.”
“But you’re a Demi-God now, Hermione.” Ron said quietly.
“Yes. I was always one, Ron. My powers may have been bound because of my vow but I’ve always known who I truly am. It was why the demeaning taunts never really affected me much. I’m technically a half-blood—just half God, half mortal witch.”
Harry looked over at his ginger friend and smirked. “Half God. She says it like it’s some everyday occurrence.”
Ron chuckled. “Well, Mione always did have to be the best at everything after all.”
All three friends shared in a round of laughter, missing the looks of those in the Great Hall, watching the little witch with a newfound appreciation in their eyes. None moreso than a pair of watchful grey eyes, that were filled with sadness, remorse and longing.