Sequel to Hermione Granger and the Year Hidden From Hogwarts.
Hermione was born with abilities inherited from an ancient bloodline, or two. Now that she's passed the Goblin Trials, been admitted to Hogwarts officially, and has Flitwick as her mentor...
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Chapter 2
A/N: This is going to be a running author's note, but if you read on fanfiction.net and enjoy this story, make sure to have my username saved in case my account is deleted. I post on AO3 and Wattpad as well under the same name.
Also, the Hogwarts castle I'm basing off of is the one from Hogwarts Legacy since supposedly it matched the books' descriptions more, including the Grand Staircase and moving stairs which is in a round tower, but a square interior on the movie. A lot of the things are very similar though, but since I don't have a console that plays my Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix game to free roam that castle, I'm going with the one I can. The castle's a lot bigger as well, so sometimes, when I put on a YouTube video of someone roaming the Legacy castle while I'm writing, I'll get inspired by one of the locations. So... yes, the Legacy castle.
One last thing, I'm treating Hermione's culture shock as what they put in the brochures and pamphlets when someone travels abroad. She'll be in the honeymoon phase first, where everything seems perfect and better than what she's used to—you'll see this in some of her thoughts, so don't think she doesn't love her parents because she feels embarrassed by them in this. Not only is she still young, but she feels the need to assimilate and fit in with this new world, so she'll have her rose-colored glasses on for a time.
August 18th, 1992
"Here?" her dad blurted. "But it's just a bunch of ruins. In fact, we should probably get away from here. I think Emma left the kettle on—"
Hermione frowned at her parents as they both attempted to turn away from the magnificent work of architecture before her. Soaring turrets, massive towers, and glittering windows decorated the castle before her. It was as if... she grabbed her mum's hand to keep her still and glanced at Flitwick. "Muggle repelling wards, right?"
"Very astute, Her—I mean, Miss Granger. Yes, your parents are only seeing some fallen down rocks."
Her father scowled. "Don't talk about us as if we're not here." Then he grabbed his wife's hand. "There's really something there?"
"Oh, Richard, it's beautiful," Mum gasped.
Putting two and two together, Hermione reached out her free hand. "Here, Dad, I think you'll be able to see if you're holding on."
Her dad did so, rubbing at his chest. "Oh, that's much better. I hate feeling rushed, and that was a real doozy. Left the tea kettle on. Can you believe it? Does magic have a sense of humor because that's about the most over-used line in the book? Forgot the kettle on the hob!"
Flitwick chuckled. "Hogwarts is rumored to be sentient, so you never know, Richard. I'm afraid we're walking from here. There's no apparating within the wards at Hogwarts."
