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Dr. Victor Von Doom growled at his out of control bubbling cauldrons, spewing greenish liquid bubbling over and resulting in a spill all over his pristine floor. If only I had someone magical on my side. Wait, I can control this by using my magic. he could’ve mentally kicked himself. And raised his hand so he can use the stasis charm wandlessly over his shaking cauldrons.
Before he could act, the cauldrons exploded causing a bright white light and two strangers appeared in his lab.
Hermione Granger blinked furiously as she tried to regain her senses. Her hearing was muffled and she felt someone touching her arm, “Miss, are you alright?”
That voice standing next to me sounds an awful lot like Malfoy. Hermione focused and turned her head to spy a tall, distinguished older man, a genuine expression of concern on his face, as he was trying to help her.
Victor pushed himself up off the floor as he felt two magical cores radiating in waves towards him. Did this magical accident send me two wizards? But from where? “Excuse me, but you are in Castle Doom, I am Lord Doom who might you be?”
Hermione felt the magical pull from the strange Malfoy look alike man as well as Lord Doom. She grasped his armored gloved hand as Doom helped steady her on her right side. “Forgive us Lord Doom, we don’t know how we arrived here. I am assuming from the look of things you had a magical accident with your cauldrons? My name is Hermione Granger a muggleborn witch from the year 2021.”
Abraxas Malfoy gasped when he heard the year coming from her lips, “My dear, perhaps you know my son? I am Lord Abraxas Malfoy and the last thing I remember was dining at Malfoy Manor in the year 1978. When this bright white light engulfed me and I was teleported here.”
Hermione smiled sweetly at Abraxas, “Yes, in fact I went to school with your grandson, Draco. I was sorted into Gryffindor.”
Abraxas was surprised to hear her say that when he felt her magic. I was hoping she would be in Slytherin. But fate has a fickle way of picking soulmates.
“There’s an actual school?” Victor’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Yes, Hogwarts School for Wizards and Witches.” Hermione explained. Her hand still firmly gripped on Victor’s arm.
“We can show you through a pensieve, if you have a small container for us to put our memories in? It's like a past memory you can view.” Abraxas explained to Victor.
“I would like to view whatever memories you are allowed to share with me,” Victor’s voice rumbled as he found himself strangely aroused by Hermione’s voice. He found a small round bowl that was acceptable to use.
Hermione and Abraxas calmly used their wands to draw their memories out for Victor to watch.
After Victor viewed the memories from both Abraxas and Hermione he was amazed what strength they had to endure from the Dark Lord.
“Now to show the both of you what I look like from underneath this mask.” Victor remained calm as he tried to keep his hands steady, lifting his iron mask away from his face.
Hermione moved toward him and laid her hand gently on his disfigured cheek. She leaned in to kiss him sincerely as he held her in his arms. Abraxas joined them in the huddle as he kissed Victor on the mouth as well as Hermione. “I am certain that we can fix your predicament, Lord Doom. After all I am the brightest witch of my age,” Hermione beamed a warm smile at Lord Victor Von Doom.
Victor smiled at them both, hoping that this Yule would be trouble free.