Breaking Hermione

Son Of Dawn

Dedicated to YOU and inspired by the darkness and light, as well as the magic, horror and wonders of OUR wizarding world 🧸🦁 Thank you for being alongside me and accompanying me as we navigate through the light and dark of this world together.

Hermione

It was beginning to get late. If I stayed here for much longer I would soon see the morning rays of the sun of dawn. How could time pass so quickly? Part of me was expecting Tom to suddenly apparate onto the seat beside me. As I waited for him to return, I wrote in one of my new diaries, my vial of ink and quill out on the counter before me. I was happy, and contented in my own little world. I was on top of all of my work. I had just written pages of parchment for a recently assigned Defence Against The Dark Arts theoretical Tom had assigned to me as if he were my teacher. He was always pushing me to advance myself academically in my down time. We were always doing coursework that wasn't on the timetable. It was a School of Magic after all, there was always something new to learn. It was still the holidays and I would've also done Toms' if he hadn't already have done it. We were always going above and beyond academically.

The workload that Tom and I had assigned to ourselves as additional advanced coursework was only getting easier. Being tutored by the greatest dark wizard of all time reminded me of how Harry had tutored Dumbledore's Army in the Hogs Head in the Room of Requirement all those years ago. He had precisely the same natural talent, the deepset understanding of practical defensive magic needed to excel in that field of expertise as well as broad understanding of the groundwork theory. The Dark Arts was not a fools game, and none of the three of us were working this hard to suffer a fool. Granted, Harry was a Horcrux of Tom's power, and that provided unique leverage. He had part of Tom living within him too.

These days, I felt like a Horcrux myself, a unique and rare dark artifact of power and promise containing a seventh of Tom's splintered soul. There was a piece of Tom living within me as well. Harry had to face the Killing Curse to magically overcome the piece of Tom Riddle that lived within him. He had to die to overcome that level of power. I knew that I had to do something like that too one day. A noble act of self sacrifice before returning to the future. Would I have given birth to Tom's son by then? I still didn't know if our son would be fully human. We had discussed it often but we didn't know. There were a few medical concerns I had to overcome beforehand. Tom said the odds of his son being fully human were improbable, as both his father and mother were deeply involved in the Dark Arts and controlled by dark power. I remember he had told me once late at night that he thought his son would be spliced between dark power and resemble a human only to a slight degree. Tom didn't seem the slightest bit concerned. If anything, he was proud, and glowing in his own way, shining with hidden joy. He was a father. Our little family was coming together... And I was trapped for all of eternity with Tom. It wasn't that reassuring for a new mother, within a new world but the more knowledge I got, the more I understood, the less fear I felt.

I took every day as it came. I didn't know what to expect. There was no clear path. Tom was the only one to guide me. We were taking it step by step. Together. If anyone thought it strange, they didn't say anything. I knew Tom would come back. He was good at appearing when he was least expected. He was always a hard worker, a studious businessman even while he was at School. I didn't know many people who worked as hard as he did. These days, he was really going above and beyond. I didn't think that he would be far away, even though I could see the last of the sunset bleeding in through the curtain lace, rays of sunlight like rays of dazzling fiery hues. I wondered what they would be like to draw. Tom had told me he liked my creative side, and encouraged me to create art. He said it was healthy having hobbies outside of the Dark Arts. Too much time invested in these greater levels of power could have a counter productive effect, and be quite destructive.