Hermione Granger and the Year Hidden from Hogwarts

Chapter 14

Hermione Granger and the Year Hidden from Hogwarts

Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 14

A/N: This isn't a spoiler since hopefully you've read the books, but those of you curious about what's happening back in Hogwarts, we're entering Christmas break where soon Harry will be stuck at school, and Dumbledore will be talking to him about the Mirror of the Erised. Luckily, Harry, Ron, and Neville were able to piece together parts of Nicholas Flamel, but not quite everything, so Dumbledore will be leaving some breadcrumbs in the form of Chocolate Frogs. Neville's great, but the trio really needs Hermione's brain. Second year couldn't come there fast enough.

December 7th, 1991

Erkling screeched in pain, as Hermione locked in on its true magical color, a pink colored labeled Azalea on her color charts that she spent ten minutes a day memorizing during one of her free blocks at school at Ms. Walker's behest.

Hermione wasn't sure what the dark earth brown color was for, but Erkling had all but glowed with this pink color when it started singing it's song again, and she'd recognized it in an instant from when it'd hypnotized her.

She planned to denote the skill to do so Rose-Colored Glaasses in her journal later.

Another cry sounded, and Hermione hesitated, wanting to turn and glance at Charles and Dr. Hampton, but they'd told her to pretend they weren't here so as to encourage her to follow her instincts and not get distracted.

Unfortunately, her instincts screamed at her that this was wrong.

For your parents, Hermione reminded herself.

"What are you doing?" Erkling shrieked in pain. "No! Stop!"

Despite studying the connection between Ignis and herself, she couldn't figure out how to attach the tether between them, only that it was there from the time they'd met, a bluebell color to match their energies.

However some of energy manipulation was about the intent, so she switched to her metavision and wound the line of azalea around the being. Erkling was thrashing so much though that he nearly broke free, so she worked on a more complicated knot, sending out another cord and thickening the connection, weaving in loops and ties.

It would be catastrophic, deadly even, if Erkling ever broke free, so Hermione wound a veritable net, doing her best to drown out the pain-filled sounds of crying creature that spat insults and threats throughout the duration.

When it was finished, Hermione returned to her normal vision, staring at the creature. He stood ramrod straight, staring blankly off into space.

She licked her lips, feeling weak. "Erkling?"

The creature jerked, focusing on her. "Yes, mistress?"

She blinked back into her metavision to verify the tether had held and this wasn't some sort of trick. In doing so, she caught sight of the brown swirling around his mouth, but the pink net, almost like a cloying cage now, had settled into place, holding tight. "What is that brown energy you use?"

"Erkling knows not what you talk of, mistress."

Maybe these creatures shared a powerful core like her, but perhaps they didn't possess the ability to see energy the way she did. She tilted her head. "Are you using any... power at the moment?"

"Erkling is using erkling power to speak the language of humans."

She frowned. "Erkling power? Are you... is your name not Erkling?"