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CPS arrived to the Granger house to find it in shambles and reeked of odors not fit for humans. 
Six year old Hermione Jean Granger was in rags and malnourished. She was locked in her room. 
The child was feral, yet intelligent. She was smart and could do advance work. School work was her escape. 
CPS worker removed Hermione from the home. Hermione tried to fight her off because her parents told her not to talk to anyone. 
“No! No! No!” she screamed as the woman wrapped her arms around her. “They’ll be angry! They will be upset!” 
“Honey, we are getting you out of here. I am taking you to our office, get you in a tub with some nice smelling scents, and then try to figure out your placemen,” said the kind woman. 
“Promise they will not come after me?” whispered the little girl. 
“I promise,” said the woman. 
“I am not sure what to bring,” said Hermione. 
“We will get a voucher to get you clothes. We have some in the office for you to wear while we process that and after you take a bath,” explained the woman. 
Hermione suddenly disappeared from the house when she saw the Grangers being escorted to the police car. The woman was at first shocked, but then she sent a patronus to the ministry. 

The CPS worker looked for Hermione. She heard a sneeze and looked up in the tree. She saw the young girl. She cast a spell that levitated her down safely to the ground. 

“H-How did you do that?” Hermione asked in horror. 

“I did that with magic love,” smiled the CPS worker. “My name is Andromeda.” 
“Like the constellation?” asked Hermione. 
“My, you are a bright one,” smiled Andromeda. “It does not surprise me. A lot of the Muggle Born Witches are smart and powerful.” 
“Really?” asked Hermione. 
“Would you trust me to take you away from here to be with an adult who is just like you, smart and powerful and will keep you safe?” The young girl nodded. Andromeda held her hand and did a side-a-long apparition to the ministry. 

Septima Vector dreamt of a family. She dreamt of a husband, but that was not meant to be at the moment. Since she knew she was not getting any younger, she decided to try adopting or fostering. She saw a Butterfly Patronus and knew it was from Andromeda Tonks. Her heart leapt. 
“There is a young witch who needs a home. She is Muggle-Born. Would you like to meet her? She is very smart and likes to read. I think you two would be good for each other.” 

“This could be a chance!” she said to herself. She sent her patronus back to the Ministry saying she would love to meet this young lady and she will be there as soon as soon as she can. 

Septima summoned her broom. She flew to the Ministry to meet this young witch.

Hermione wore a fluffy unicorn robe and saw the tub fill up with bubbles and smell of lavender. Andromeda explained that it will help her feel better.
“I don’t want you to watch,” softly said Hermione. “I can manage.” 
“Dear, you are too young and we have to inspect you,” said Andromeda. 
“No!” screamed Hermione. “No! I do not want you to watch! No!” 
“Hermione, come on love,” softly said Andromeda. “I won’t harm you.” 
“I can’t, no!” said the young witch. “DON’T MAKE ME! I’LL BE GOOD!”

Andromeda stepped back. “How about I get you a bathing suit? That way you have some modesty?” 
“NO! YOU WILL STILL PEEK!” screamed Hermione. She pounded her fists on the tile wall, which broke the tile and cut her hand. Andromeda restrained her and two other women came into the bathroom. 
“Sweetheart, calm down. We’ll get this fixed,” softly said one of the women. Hermione continued to sob. “Please don’t hurt me. I already hurt myself.” 
Andromeda looked at her in shock. “We are going to need a mind healer for her. I also want our ministry Mediwitch in here now.” 
The Mediwitch came in and caste a simple Episky spell on her hands. Hermione looked at her hands in amazement.   
“Isn’t that better?” smiled the Mediwitch. Hermione nodded. 
“How can we make this better?” asked Andromeda.  
“I guess bathing suit,” sobbed Hermione. “Only if you promise not to peek.” 
Andromeda transfigured her robe into a bathing suit. Hermione got into the tub. 
“Okay, I think the Mediwitch is the only one that needs to stay,” said Andromeda. 

“No! You stay too please?” asked the young girl. 
“Okay,” said Andromeda. She sat to the side while the mediwitch bathed her. 

Septima arrived at the Ministry. She was nervous to meet the little witch. She hoped they would like each other and hit it off. She hoped that they could be a family that they both needed. 

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Septima went into the office to meet with Andromeda. She sat in a chair in front of the desk.

”Now Hermione has experienced a lot of mistrust in adults. She also self harms. She does understand reason it seems, but you have to make it her idea,” explained Andromeda. 
“It’s okay,” said Septima. “I understand children come with baggage. I work in a school. I plan to live in my cottage outside of Hogsmead so she is not around so many people, aside from peers in school.”

“She is very bright,” said Andromeda. “She will need to see a mind healer.” Septima nodded. “I recommend Ruby Vermillion.”

“Okay,” said Septima. “What does she need?” 

“She barely had clothes that were wearable so she will need to go clothing shopping,” said Andromeda as she handed her a clothing voucher. “This should take care of at least three outfits and a pair of shoes.”

“That’s okay! I was planning to get her what she needs,” said Septima. 

A worker brought Hermione into the office. She was clean and had on a simple yellow dress with black Mary Jane shoes. Her hair was tied back to show her face. 
“Septima, this is Hermione,” said Andromeda. “Hermione, this is Septima Vector. Like us, she is a witch. She is a teacher at Hogwarts, where you will go in a few years.”

Septima smiled at the girl, got down to her level. “I am Septima Vector. I hope we can be a family for each other,” she said 

Hermione stepped back. She was not sure if she could trust the lady in the red dress with the dazzling smile. She did like her hat because it was a plum color and her eyes seemed kind, but still she was an adult. At least she was a woman, which made it easier for her to relate. 
“What do you like to do?” she asked her new charge.

”Reading,” said Hermione. 
“Me too, I love all the books I have read,” smiled Septima. “Maybe we can read one tonight?”

”That would be nice,” whispered Hermione quickly. 
“How about we pick out some clothes, pajamas, and shoes for you? A new life requires a new wardrobe,” smiled Septima. 
Hermione smiled. “Okay now, do you want to go shopping with me? We’ll go to London and get you some clothes.” She held her hand out for Hermione. 

”I do not have to hold your hand, right?” asked Hermione. 
“Just for the side-along-apparition, sweetie,” smiled the kind witch. “Then when we get to London as long as you promise to stand near me then you do not have to hold my hand.”

Hermione knew she had to hold hands for side-along-apparition. She was willing to do that for transportation but she was not comfortable doing it longer than that. 

Septima took Hermione out to eat in restaurant. Hermione had never been in one. 
“So they bring the food to you?” asked Hermione.  

“Yes dear and you can order whatever you want,” said Septima. 
“I always wondered what Chicken Nuggets taste like,” said Hermione. 
“They go well with French Fries,” said the older witch. “I bet you will like it.” 

They sat at a table and a waitress took their order. Hermione wanted the chicken nuggets with fries and a juice. Septima ordered a chef salad and a tea. 
When the food came out, the young witch was nervous. “What if I don’t like it?” she asked. 
“If you do not like it we can try something else,” said Septima. “But I think you will. Most kids like Chicken Nuggets. Some like it with Sweet and Sour, Curry, and Ketchup. Others like it plan. French fries work the same, they are just diced up potatoes.” 
Hermione smiled and took a nibble of her nugget. She seemed to enjoy it. She tried it with Ketchup and found it off. She tried it with mustard and found that somewhat better. 
“This is good! Would not do ketchup with it,” said Hermione.

”I’m glad you liked it,” said Septima. “How about we get you some clothes? I will let you pick out what you like.”

”I never got new clothes before, except this yellow dress,” said Hermione. “I usually only wore what I could find around the house.”

Septima paled. She could not imagine what the girl wore and considered to be clothes. She imagined she must have looked like a house elf. 
“That will never be the case with me,” she said softly. “You will always have clothes, toys, and books with me.” 
Hermione smiled. “And nuggets?”

”Sometimes,” laughed Septima. “We have to have other options with foods.” 

Septima took Hermione shopping to Children’s Place to let her pick out some clothes and shoes. Then she took her to Diagon Alley to pick out books from Florish and Blotts. Then they had ice cream at Florien’s. Hermione tried a strawberry ice cream and enjoyed it. Septima had pistachio. 

“Do you want to see our home little one?” asked Septima. “When we get there we can decorate it any way you like.”

Hermione nodded and they side-along-apparated to the cottage. 

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With a pop Hermione and Septima were at the cottage outside Hogsmeade. “ This is one of the very few magical settlements that are left in the world,” explained Septima. “ And up the hill is Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. When a wizard witch turns 11 they go there for their education. that’s where I teach.” Hermione stared at the castle in amazement. She heard of castles around England, but never really saw one in person. “This will be our view?” Ask the little witch.
“Of course child,” said the elder witch. “ Someday I’ll even take you there if you like.”  
“Yes Yes, please!” cheered Hermione. “ Let’s go inside and put your things away so we can have dinner,” suggested Septima.

They went into the house. “ I know it’s small, but it’s big enough for the both of us. Would you like to see your room?” Hermione nodded. 
Septima took Hermione to the room on the right. Hermione opened it and was in awe with the idea of having a bed and a wardrobe. The decor was plain white. 
“We can decorate it how you like,” suggested Septima. “I know it looks plain and boring. I did not know your favorite colors or animals.” 
“I don’t know yet. I think I like yellow like my dress,” said Hermione. Septima transfigured the wall color to a light daisy yellow. 
“Like this?” asked Septima. 
Hermione nodded. 
“Do you want furniture to be yellow as well?” Asked Septima. 
“No, not right now,” quietly said Hermione feeling guilty. Septima knew not to push it. 
“Okay, let’s put your clothes away,” said Septima as they went through the bags, cut off the tags, and Septima taught Hermione how to fold shirts and pants. Hermione caught on quickly. 
“Good job!” praised Septima. “You are really good at this.” 
Hermione sheepishly smiled at Septima. 
“Hermione, would you like to see where I sleep?” asked Septima. 
“Why?” asked Hermione.  
“That way if you need anything at night then you know where to find me,” explained Septima. She wondered if abuse happened in her parents’ room because Hermione was so scared to enter the adult’s room. She figured that could be for another day’s discussion because she wants to earn her trust. 
“What do you want for dinner?” asked Septima. 
“I don’t know,” said Hermione. “Chicken nuggets?” 
Septima wanting to make Hermione’s first night special agreed to chicken nuggets. 
“Do you want to try curry with it?” asked Septima. Hermione nodded. “Would you have green beans with it? I cook mine in butter.” 
“I would sometimes sneak some from the neighbors yard when the Grangers were passed out,” softly confessed Hermione. “I never tried them in butter.” 
“Well, you are in for a treat my dear,” said Septima. 
They ate their dinner and Hermione discovered she liked curry. 
“Well let’s get ready for bed and you pick out a book for us to read,” suggested the adult witch. 
Hermione nodded and went to her room. She put on the lavender pajama set. She loved how the silk felt against her skin. 
Septima wore a cotton pajama set with flowers on it. 
Hermione looked at Septima’s book collection. She found a book called Hogwarts: A History Muggle Edition. “Can we read this one?” quietly asked Hermione. 
“Yes, are you sure you do not want a nice story about princesses and dragons?” asked the adult witch. 
“No, I would rather read a book about the castle down the road, if that’s okay,” softly said Hermione. 
“Okay,” said Septima. She opened the book. Hermione sat next to her and looked at the writings and pictures in the book. She was fascinated how the Founders Dressed and how each of their beliefs were different from one another. 
“The house I was in was Ravenclaw,” said Septima. “Most of the Ravenclaws thrive on knowledge. She had a diadem that provided her with knowledge and wisdom whenever she wore it.” 
“This is real?” asked Hermione. 
“It’s a legend,” said Septima. “Nobody living now has ever seen it.” 
Hermione unintentionally got closer to Septima. Septima pretended not to notice so she would not scare off the girl. 
Hermione yawned. Septima suggested they go to bed. 
“Will anybody bother me while I am sleeping? Do you drink?” asked Hermione. 
“No one will bother you, my dear,” said Septima softly. “If you want I can help you brush your teeth, wash your face, and then tuck you in.” 
“That’s okay I can manage,” Hermione said quickly. She dashed off to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. 
Septima waited incase Hermione wanted to be tucked in. 
Hermione crept out of the bathroom. 
“Ready for bed?” asked Septima. 
“I guess,” yawned Hermione. “I do not know what to do now.” 
“I can tuck you in so you can feel nice and warm,” suggested Septima.  
“That’s okay miss,” said Hermione. “I can manage.” 
Hermione went into her room and shut the door. Septima decided to give her a few hours before she checks in on her.  

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Hours passed. Septima checked in on the little witch. She saw she was not really sleeping.
“Hermione?” she whispered.
“Why are you in here?” she cried. “You said you would not bother me.”
“I was checking to make sure you were okay,” explained Septima.
“The hell you were!” spat the little witch.
“It’s not like that my dear. That’s just what normal adults do with somebody so young. I will never touch you as long you wish,” whispered Septima. “I will never cause you harm my dear.”
Hermione started sobbing pretty hard. Septima asked her what she needed to feel better. Hermione banged her head against the wall.
“Hermione!” Septima gasped.
Hermione curled up in the fetal position. “I punished myself for sassing back. You can leave me now.”
“No my dear, let me see your face please.”
Hermione lifted her head up. Septima saw a gash on her forehead and mended it with magic.
“So you do care? You will not hurt me?” the little witch said.
“No my dear, never,” said the kind adult. “As long as I am breathing I will never hurt you.”
“I’m sorry,” cried the little witch.
“It’s okay,” said Septima. “Would you like a hug? They sometimes feel nice.”
Hermione reached her arms out to embrace Septima. When she was done with the hug, she saw a golden glow around Septima. She has seen this before, but it was always a black light or blood red light around her parents. It seemed to flicker like a lightbulb going out.
Hermione did see the glow around Septima, but she never knew what it was until she hugged her for comfort. The hug seemed to confirm that she was trustworthy and genuinely cared for her. The light aura did not stick around because Hermione’s magic was still young.
“Miss, you seem nice, I now see a glow around you,” Hermione sniffed.
“You see my aura?” asked Septima.
“Yes, it is a bright sunny yellow,” said Hermione. “Usually I see yellow and nice colors when nice people are near. When mean people are near I see black and blood red auras,” explained Hermione.
Septima smiled. Andromeda was right about her being a smart little witch.
“If you see a dark aura around somebody please let me know,” smiled the kind adult. “My role is to keep you safe and help you feel safe.”
“Can you teach me how to read aura’s and keep them shining longer?” asked Hermione.
Septima smiled and she would love to do that as a bonding activity.
“Would you like me to tuck you in my dear?” asked Septima.
The young witch nodded and the grown witch tucked her and even added a warming spell on her blanket.
“Oooh this feels nice,” smiled Hermione.
“Good night my dear,” said Septima as she left the room.
The little witch asked her to keep the door open and the light on in the hallway. Septima smiled as she saw this was a step towards trusting her.

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Hermione woke up to the smell of pancakes. She had them before, but they were frozen. 
Hermione went to the kitchen and saw Septima cooking pancakes. She enjoyed the smell of them. 
“Good morning Hermione,” said Septima. “Did you sleep well?” 
Hermione nodded as she sat at the table. “Can you teach me how to make pancakes?” 
“Yes, can I do it tomorrow? I am almost done making them,” said the kind adult as she served her two pancakes topped with blueberries and syrup. 
“This looks so good!” exclaimed Hermione. She took a bite and smiled widely. Septima smiled softly to herself.  
“What do you want to do today?” asked Septima. “Would you like to go to Hogsmead? Ride brooms? Go to the Castle?” 
Hermione’s eye lit up when Septima mentioned the castle. 
“Will it be much trouble to go?” asked the little witch. 
“No my dear. I need to go there to set up my classroom for the new term. I also need to discuss something with the Headmaster,” said Septima. 
“Okay, can we go after breakfast?” asked Hermione.  
Septima laughed. “Of course my dear.” 
“Why do you call me that?” asked Hermione.
“I don’t know. It just seems natural because you are a dear.” 
Hermione smiled. She knew the auras never lie and she knew this woman was safe. 

They walked to the castle. On the way Septima talked about her subject being Arithmancy. She talked about how it involved using numbers in divination, which was more useful than Divination with tea leaves because the numbers provided a more exact science and measurements. 
“That sounds interesting. Can you teach me?” asked Hermione. 
“Let’s learn basic math first, my dear,” said the witch. 
They walked into the castle. Hermione’s feet were getting tired. Septima offered to carry her. Hermione at first declined. “No Miss, I can manage.” 
They were greeted by an older witch wearing a green tartan robes and had greying auburn hair. 
“Ah Minerva! Meet my foster child, Hermione Granger,” brightly said Septima. 
Hermione tried to focus on Minerva from behind Septima’s robes. She was trying to figure out her aura. 
“Hello little one,” said Minerva. 
Hermione still did not say a word. 
“I think she is trying to read your aura,” said Septima. 
“Oh, we have a smart one,” mused Minerva. 
Septima crouched to Hermione’s level. “Okay my dear, I need you relax,” she whispered into her ear. “This is the deputy headmistress. She is also head of Gryffindor.” 
Hermione let herself relax and she saw a light green aura around Minerva. 
“She is good,” said Hermione. “I see light green around her.” 
“Clever little girl,” brightly said Minerva. 
“Sorry Miss, I am still learning,” said Hermione.   
“That’s fine, stranger danger is important to learn, especially with not knowing who we are,” assured Minerva. 
“My light is yellow,” said Septima. 
“I think I can also apparate. I did it the other night when CPS was at the house and I got scared. I ended up in a tree,” Hermione quickly said. Then she got quiet. 
“My dear, Andromeda did not tell me that,” said Septima.  
“She used her magic to get me down,” said Hermione. 
“I am sure there are documents about other accidental magic episodes,” said Minerva. 
“Min, may Hermione stay with you while I talk to Albus? I think he might scare her. She seems fine around you,” said Septima.  
“Of course she can! I would be delighted to get to know her,” smiled Minerva.
Hermione smiled up at the elder witch. Septima explained the plan to her and she was fine with it. She then headed to the headmaster’s office. 
Minerva made eye contact with the little witch. “Would you like to see the library? It’s one of the biggest libraries in Scotland.”
Hermione’s face beamed at the idea. “Ms. Vector did not say anything about a library.” 
“Septima probably wanted to surprise you,” smiled Minerva. She and the little witch headed to the library. Minerva prayed Madam Pince was not there because there was no telling what aura she would give off.

Septima reached the Headmaster’s office. Albus greeted her warmly. 
“Hello Septima, how is Hermione settling in?” he asked. 
“Last night was rough, but since she discovered she can read auras it seems to be okay,” said Septima. “She has a lot of distrust in adults. I was wondering if I could take a month off to help Hermione adjust to her new home and school?” 
“I think it be wise,” said Albus. “I gather she is very smart, but very guarded. It will be helpful for her to be adjusted to our world and peers with you being available and have built the relationship.” 
“Thank you sir,” said Septima. 
“I look forward to meeting her when she is ready,” said Albus. “I know there is a lot mistrust and fear inside her still.” 

Minerva and Hermione walked around the library.  
“Ms. Mcgonagall, where are the arithmancy books? I want to learn everything about them so I can really impress Ms. Vector,” said Hermione. “I never had an adult think I was smart and I want to keep that up.”
Minerva smiled at the little witch. “I think Septima is already impressed with you.” 
“But I want her to really like me. She likes and teaches arithmancy and I want to know more about it so she will like me better,” said Hermione. 
“Arithmancy is very complicated and usually not offered until third year,” explained Minerva. 
“Please, I really want to read it with her at night?” pleaded Hermione. 
Minerva helped her find Numerology and Grammatica books. “This might be a hard read for your age.” 
Hermione opened the book. She read the passages out loud about the numerology and the science behind it. “This is fascinating!” Minerva was surprised that a six-year-old could comprehend what she was reading from such advanced subject books. 
Septima met with them in the library and was even baffled to see her reading from a Numerology book. 
“Well, I knew she was bright but I did not know it was third year level,” smiled Septima.  
“You know, she might get bored in primary school. She is supposed to be in first grade, but they may have her skip a grade,” said Minerva. 
“I read a lot when living with the Grangers. I had nothing else to do,” explained Hermione.  
Septima assured the little witch there would be more to do in her new home rather than just read. “You can read if you want to, but you can also play, garden, draw, anything you want to do as long as you do not hurt yourself.” 
“Agreed Ms. Vector,” said Hermione. 
“Please, call me Septima,” she said. “We are living together.” 
“Okay,” said the little witch. “Septima.” 
The younger adult witch smiled. She patted Hermione’s shoulder. Hermione did not flinch from the contact. 
“Let me talk to the primary school about testing her to skip a grade,” suggested Minerva. “She is too smart and mature to be in first grade.” 
“I think that would be wise,” said Septima. 
Minerva smiled and left the new family in the library. 
“Septima, I think I like numerology,” said Hermione. 
“Well let’s talk more about that tonight. I do enjoy an exact science of divination myself. So does Minerva,” said Septima. “You know it is almost lunch time. Maybe we can go to the lounge to eat. I will have the house elves bring us some grilled cheese sandwiches,” suggested Septima. 
“Can I have something else? I would like to try Fish and Crisps? Ms. Mcgonagall said they have good fish here and the students often request it.” 
“That actually sounds better,” said Septima. “We’ll eat in the lounge and then we’ll go to my classroom and set it up.” 
They enjoyed a quiet lunch of fish and crisps in the lounge. Minerva met with them to inform them Hermione will be tested for readiness to see if she qualifies for second grade.   

They went to Septima’s classroom. Hermione was fascinated by the size and length of the walls. Septima offered Hermione a choice of coloring and drawing or reading the book on numerology that she found in the library. Hermione decided to try drawing. 
While Hermione drew a picture, Septima would occasionally glance to see what the picture looked like. Septima saw some disturbing scenes, such as getting hit, a grown man touching her, and a woman beating her up in bed, but decided not to discuss it as such because she wanted to earn her trust completely first. 

Septima finished her markings and sub plans. She told Hermione they could head home and make dinner together. 

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After dinner, they discussed more arithmancy. Hermione found the idea of Fibonacci fascinating and succession of alternate numbers exciting. 
When it was bath time, Hermione struggled with the idea of getting into a tub. 
“Septima, could I wear a bathing suit like I did at the ministry?” asked Hermione. 
“Yes you may,” said Septima. Hermione got a bathing suit from the wardrobe, changed into it, and got into the tub. She relaxed in the warm water and bubbles. Septima added a sprig of lavender to help the water more with relaxation. 
“Hermione, may I help you with your hair?” asked Septima. 
Hermione focused on seeing Septima’s aura. She saw the golden yellow light around her and then let her help her with her hair. 
“Sorry it took me a minute to respond Septima,” whispered Hermione. “I got nervous and had to double check. Being in water makes me nervous.” 
“Thank you for being honest, my dear,” said Septima. “We’ll work through this.” 
Hermione relaxed and let Septima run her fingers through her hair. 

When it was bedtime, Hermione kept her door open with the light on in the hallway. Septima checked on her periodically. She looked in to see if the little witch was sleeping. Hermione seemed to be on high alert. Septima caste a lavender scent spell and a low warming spell on her blanket. The little witch’s eyes began to droop and she fell asleep. 

The next morning, Septima drank her tea in silence while Hermione was still sleeping. She thought about the relationship she had with her mother, which was unhealthy because that witch was a narcissist. She thought about her father and how he was always tired, but made time for her and her twin brother Septimus.  
She thought about Septimus’s family and how it would be great to get the kids together for a day so Hermione could interact with peers her age and maybe a little older since she might start second grade rather than first grade.  She thought about her niece, Moira. Moira was about 8 years old, but very inclusive with other children. Maybe Moira could help Hermione get out of her shell. She also thought about how she could have her older niece Mariah help with Hermione.
Septima sent an owl to Septimus to set something up in two weeks to give Hermione time to get used to her and to help her read auras.
 
Hermione woke up, breaking Septima’s reverie. She greeted her with a smile. “Morning Septima,” said Hermione. “Are we making pancakes again?” 
“You bet my dear,” said the kind adult. “We are going use Blackberries today.” 
“That sounds yummy!” Grinned Hermione. 
Septima showed Hermione how to use the ingredients and how to safely pour them into the frying pan. Then she showed her how to flip them safely. 

After Breakfast, Septima showed Hermione how to fly on a broom. Hermione was scared and refused to go higher than ground level. 
“Hermione this is a means of travel for witches and wizards,” explained Septima. “It’s important to learn this. The Vectors have been known for their flying skills.” 
“I am not a Vector,” she cried. 
“I know not by blood, but in my heart you are,” she said. “Today we will stay low, but later in the week we need to work our way up.”    
“Could I wear a helmet?” asked Hermione. 
“A helmet? My dear, are you afraid to fall?” asked Septima. It was not common for witches and wizards to wear helmets. 
Hermione nodded. “I never learned how to ride a bike or roller skate.” 
Septima looked at her with sad eyes. “Well you are young and you will catch on, my dear. We’ll take our time.”  
Hermione smiled. “Can I get a helmet?” 
“Of course!” said Septima. 

An owl arrived with the testing date for Hermione. Hermione was excited, but nervous. 
“I have never taken a test before,” she said. 
“They just want to see how smart you are, which is no surprise because you are already reading about Fibonacci sequences.” 
“But it is so fascinating!” Hermione said dreamily. “I love the numbers!”  
Septima smiled at the girl. She loved that she loved numbers as much as she does. 
“Well we will save Fibonacci for nighttime,” smiled Septima. 

A black owl arrived with a letter from Septimus. Septima read the letter and smiled. 
“Hermione, did I ever tell you about my twin brother Septimus?” she asked the little witch.   

“No,” said Hermione. “I did not know you were a twin.”

”Well, in two weeks, he and his family are coming over. His wife is name Delfina and their daughters are Moira and Mariah. They have a son, Sean.”

“Are they like you?” she asked. 
“I think so,” chuckled Septima. 

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They arrived in the primary school outside Hogsmead. Minerva accompanied them to support Septima. They met with Headmaster Dolrich.
“Well, shall we begin?” he asked. Hermione focused on him because she was nervous. “What is she doing?”
“Remember, we discussed this. She is trying to read your aura,” explained Minerva. “She has had trauma in her past and is now working on reading auras. She will not trust you until she feels safe.”
Hermione saw a soft pink light around him. “He has a good aura I think. It’s pink.”
“That’s a nice color,” assured Septima. “Are you okay going with him for the test?”
Hermione nodded.

Septima and Minerva waited in the office. “So glad you are here,” said Septima nervously. “I think hearing another adult advocate for her will help with confidence.”
“You are doing wonderful with her yourself. She is so worried about impressing you. You need her to know that she is loved no matter what,” said Minerva.
“I know, but getting her to fly off the ground,” she chuckled to herself. “Then there are those disturbing pictures she drew. I only have a narcissist mother, but she never did those things to me. I cannot imagine anyone hurting a child so badly that she was afraid of me until she was able to see my aura.”
“We’ve had abused children come to Hogwarts. Maybe introduce her to Severus. He came from a broken home,” said Minerva. “There were holidays he spent in the cottage.”
“I could, but he comes off so harsh,” said the younger witch.
“He can be harsh, but deep down he cares,” said Minerva.
“I guess I could,” said Septima.

Hermione came skipping down the hallway way ahead of Headmaster.
“How did it go my dear?” asked Septima.
“It went well!” Exclaimed Hermione.
“You have a very smart little girl on your hands. Ms. Vector, may we speak in private? Deputy Headmistress can stay with Hermione.”
Hermione looked nervous. Minerva assured her it was the custom because they needed to speak without children present.

Headmaster and Septima went into his office.
“Now your young charge is very bright, but I do not think having her skip a grade would be wise.”
“Headmaster, did she talk to you about Fibonacci, grammatica, Arithmancy, and her views on divination?” asked Septima.
“Yes, very bright, but my concern is that she is far too young to be in grade 2. Her demeanor is still young.”
“As her parent I think she should be in second grade. Minerva even thinks so as well and that woman is never wrong,” stated Septima. “Her trauma has made her socially awkward, but she needs to be challenged. If she is not challenged children like her will act out. You do not want that here do you?”
“You do have appoint my good lady,” said the Headmaster. “Best to keep her busy. Maybe the social skills will happen soon.”

Septima and Headmaster left the office to tell Hermione she was going into Grade 2. Hermione squeaked in delight. Minerva smiled brightly.
“I am going to be the youngest one in my class!” cheered Hermione. She embraced Septima.
“Let’s go to Three Broomsticks to celebrate? I heard they have a good fish and chips platter,” suggested Septima.
“Yes!” cheered Hermione. “Can Min come too?” She asked while holding Minerva’s hand. Septima said if Minerva wanted to she could come. Minerva smiled and accepted the invitation.
The three witches left the school.

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The next week, Septima continued building the relationship with Hermione. They talked a lot about numerology and grammatica. Hermione learned the number 7 was significant to wizards. 
“Why is that?” she asked. 
“It is a powerful number for wizards,” said Septima. “7 wonders of the world, 7 deadly sins, 7 days a week, 7 colors in a rainbow, 7 named notes in music per octave, 7 continents and 7 seas, and 7 ages of men.” 
“The number 7 has more important roles than I thought,” said Hermione. 
“Yes, it does,” said Septima. “I bet you could think of something else that comes in groups of seven.” 

“The seven dwarves,” said Hermione.
“Yes,” chuckled Septima.  “The number 7 is often perceived as a complete and whole number, contributing to its positive connotations.”  
“Meaning that it symbolizes perfection,” said Hermione. 
Septima smiled at her young charge. “If you were seven I would be pushing for grade 3.” 
“I would rather be in grade 7 since the number 7 is significant,” smiled Hermione.  
“Well that you will have to be slightly older,” smiled Septima. “Right now I just want to enjoy the little girl I have under my roof.” 
Hermione looked at her with a serious look on her face. “Still weird to be seen as a child.” 
“What do you mean?” asked the witch. 
“I was never loved like a child, never really held I guess. They only sent me to school to get me out of the house,” said the little witch. “The only time I felt like a child was when I was being tested by the Headmaster. He said I was quite too young to know the things I said,” said the little witch. 
“Like what my dear?” asked Septima. 
“Like numerology, Grammatica, multiplication, division, and all the things about-,” she stopped herself. 
“Honey, what is it?” asked Septima. 
Hermione kept quiet. 
“Hermione?” she asked. 
“I talked about staying alone at times and eating cold pancakes because I did not know how to cook them,” she blurted. 
“What did he say?” Asked Septima as she wondered if she was going to have to request a meeting with him and her teacher before she starts school. 
“He said that it’s not a child’s job to do that,” she said. “I got too comfortable around him. He almost did not want me in grade 2.” 
“Hermione, he is not trained in trauma and does not understand it like you and I do,” said Septima. “When you were doing those things you were hungry and trying to survive.” 
Hermione started to tear up. Septima pulled her in for a hug. “You will not experience that here my love.”  
Hermione squeezed her tightly.   
“Oh dear, we have a well child appointment at St Mungo’s in an hour. I still need to get lunch prepared,” panicked the witch. 
“That’s okay you have ramen?” asked Hermione. “I used to eat it raw with the seasoning. It’s not that bad.” 
“I do have ramen,” said Septima. “It will not take long to cook. It only takes a minute-.” 
“I like it uncooked,” said Hermione. She took the ramen out of the pantry. She broke it up with her fingers and then seasoned it with the packet. 
“Try it, it’s like eating crisps,” said Hermione as she took a bite of her uncooked ramen.  
Septima was hesitant, but she tried it and agreed with Hermione that it was like eating crisps. 

They flew on Septima’s broom to St Mungo’s. Hermione was scared and held onto Septima for dear life, even though the older witch was driving the broom at the assigned speed limit and regulations. Hermione did not like being up high.  
“You are doing great my dear,” assured the witch. 
“It’s frightfully high,” squirmed the little witch. “I am not sure if I can go any higher right now, Septima.” 
“We’ll be down soon,” assured the older witch. 
They slowly nose dived to the grounds of St Mungo’s, which was Purge and Dowse Ltd. Hermione looked at it in curiosity. She may have never been to a hospital or doctor’s office before, but this looked like an abandoned building. 
“Is this the right place?” asked the little witch. 
Septima walked up to the building. She spoke to a mannequin in the building and it granted her access to the lobby for pediatric care. Hermione followed quickly, even though the Muggles could not see what was going on with the dilapidated building. 
Septima and Hermione walked up to the desk. “Hello,” cheerfully said Septima to the receptionist.

The old frumpy witch looked at her and Hermione with exhaustion. “Yessss?” she hissed like a snake. Hermione took a step back and tugged on the elder witch’s sleeve. 
“We have a child’s wellness appt for Hermione Granger,” said Septima.   
“Fill this out,” she hissed as she threw the clipboard at Septima.
The little witch started to sob. 
“Hermione, what’s wrong love?” asked Septima. 
“Her aura was b-b-b-black,” she sobbed. 
“There is a reason for that,” said Septima. “But she might be targeting somebody else. She did not seem interested in you my dear.” 
Hermione kept a firm grip on Septima’s arm. 

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A nurse called Hermione and Septima to come in to the healer’s office. Hermione stepped on a scale. She weighed 40 pounds and was about four feet tall. 

“This is very underweight for her height and age. I suggest protein potions to help with weight gain,” suggested the nurse. Septima agreed. 
The nurse had Hermione sit on the exam table. Hermione flinched when the nurse tried to touch her. 
“Can you let her focus on you so you can get a clear reading? She can see auras,” said Septima. 
Hermione gave Septima a small smile. Then she focused on the nurse. She saw a light green swirl around her. 
“Not sure what this one means, but her green light is swirling,” said Hermione. 
“I think she is still a good person,” said the older witch. The little witch gave her a smile and let the nurse examine her. 
“She seems advance for her age,” said the healer. 
“She is,” said Septima. 
Then she heard Hermione silently counting to herself. She only counted to seven. 
When the nurse left, Septima asked her about it. 
“Isn’t the number 7 nearly a perfect number?” asked Hermione. “It’s a complete number.” 
“That it is,” said Septima. 
“I’ll be seven in September. That must mean my seventh year will be so wonderful,” beamed Hermione. 
The healer came in. “Hello ladies, I am Healer Montague. I see we have a wellness check?” 
Hermione focused on reading his aura. She saw dark pink. 
“Dark pink,” she whispered. Septima grabbed her hand and hauled her out of there.

She got on her broom and flew away from Saint Mungo’s very fast. Hermione looked to her left and saw a death eater on a broom following them. It was John Dawlish. Septima hexed him and it knocked him back a few yards.  
“Septi, what’s going on?” asked Hermione as she gripped onto Septima tightly.  
“Deatheaters,” said Septima. “We’re going to Hogwarts. They have strong wards there.  Albus will protect us.” 

They made it to Hogwarts. Septima nosedived to the quidditch pitch. 
“Baby, are you okay?” asked Septima. 
Hermione nodded stiffly. She then saw Minerva coming out of the castle. 
“Septima, we were not expecting you. Is everything alright?” asked the Scottish witch. 
Hermione looked at her petrified. She wrapped her arms around Septima.  
“I need my quarters for us to stay in. The healer we went to see was a death eater. Hermione I am so sorry I did not listen to you when you read that grumpy lady’s aura,” apologized Septima. 
“Yes, of course,” said Minerva. “I’ll have the elves set it up for you.” 
The witches walked to the castle. 
“You used to live here?” asked Hermione in amazement. “I mean, I like your cottage, but living in a castle is pretty amazing!” 
“It gets cold and damp in the winter time, but the spring and autumn are nice,” said Septima. 
Minerva led them to the quarters. She said a chant that had Hogwarts add on another room. Then she asked Hermione what her favorite colors were. 
“Uh…yellow and purple,” she said quickly. With another wave of her wand the room was complete. Hermione walked into a room with yellow walls and a lavender comforter. “This is pretty!” 
“Min only does this for special guests. When you become a student here you are on your own,” smirked Septima. 
“Oh don’t tease her,” laughed Minerva as she pat her shoulder.  
“Hermione, could you excuse us?” asked Septima. 
Hermione nodded and went into the room Minerva conjured for her. 

Septima and Minerva went to the sitting area of the quarters. 
“The healer was a damn death eater. John Dawlish tried to take Hermione,” Septima sobbed. Minerva placed a hand on her shoulder. “Why were they at St. Mungo’s? What’s going on?” 
“They are tracking down the Muggleborns and they know Hermione is one,” Minerva explained. “They keep a registry at St. Mungo’s and the Ministry.” 
Septima’s mouth dropped. “How can I keep her safe? Is there a way?” 
“A blood adoption, change her name, come to mind,” suggested Minerva. 
“I am fostering to adopt. I do not know if I can go that route,” said Septima. 
“Albus knows people. We can help speed up this adoption process,” said the headmistress. “Just leave that bit to us.” 
Septima sniffled. “What about well child appointment?” 
“Have Poppy do it,” said Minerva. “You are giving me easy problems to fix.” 
Septima weakly chuckled and pulled out drawings from her satchel. They were the pictures she drew while working in her classroom a few weeks before. There was a picture of a man touching her, a picture of a lady hitting her while she was sleeping, and getting hit. “How do we fix this?” 
“Mind Healer,” said Minerva.  
“They recommended a red lady, Ruby?” Said Septima. 

They heard banging from the spare room. Septima leapt from the couch and ran into the room. She found Hermione with bloody knuckles. 
“If it weren’t for me we would not have met deatheaters,” Hermione cried. Blood was dripping on the floor. Minerva sent a patronus to Poppy. 
“Baby, it’s not your fault,” said Septima as she held her hands away from her. 

Poppy came up and tried to heal her. Hermione tried to dodge her. Minerva and Septima assured Hermione that she was a good person. Hermione kept crying and dodging. Septima was able to catch her and wrap her arms around her. 
“Poppy is good darling,” she said. “It’s okay she won’t hurt you.” 
“I can’t see her aura,” cried Hermione. 
“Honey, she’s a good person,” assured Septima. “Do you trust me?” 
Hermione nodded. 
Poppy examined and mended her hands with magic. Hermione looked at her hands and continued sobbing. 
Poppy accioed a calming draught. Hermione refused to take it. Septima told her she needed to take it because it would help her feel better. 
“Do you trust me?” asked Septima. Hermione nodded and took the potion. 
“Let’s lay down and rest dear,” said Poppy. She led Hermione to the bed and had her lay down. Hermione seemed to try to fight sleep, but sleep won over.   

The three older witches left the room. Poppy expressed concerns.

”That was dangerous behaviors. Are you sure you are able to work with this?” asked Poppy. 
“Poppy, we just encountered death eaters and she has a history of adults letting her down and I will not be one of them,” firmly said Septima. 
“But this was dangerous. Did she do anything else like this?” 

“Head banging on the first night and that’s about it,” said Septima. 
“Okay what happened that night?” asked Poppy.   

“She thought she upset me when I explained why parents check on their kids at night,” explained Septima. “Then she saw my aura and was able to calm down.” 
“So as long as she can see auras she is not combative and self-harming?” Asked Poppy. 
“Yes, I guess so,” said Septima.  
“So okay it sounds like she is very gifted and controlling?” said Poppy.   
“When she wakes up, let her read your aura,” said Minerva. “We also need you to do a well-child check up since death eaters have taken over the hospital.” 

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Hermione woke up in the middle of the night. She went to the living room to see if Septima was still up. She saw her from behind drinking tea with Minerva and Poppy. 
“I worry about your safety with a volatile child,” said Poppy sipping her tea. “It could be dangerous for both of you, especially when her magic matures.”

Hermione focused on Poppy to read her aura. She saw a light purple, almost lavender light. She heaved a sigh of relief and knew that it was just Poppy not understanding their situation. She figured to do the nice witches a favor and asked to be sent away. What Hermione did not hear was Minerva swaying Poppy from that thought and explaining that she reads auras, has skipped a grade in primary school, and is working on over coming her trauma.

“Plus she has bounded with Septima,” said Minerva. “What is happening is a mental traumatic response.”
“I know trauma, I’ve seen it. I just worry because I have never seen a child so scared,” Poppy said softly. 

“If your parents abused you and then you encountered death eaters at a clinic you would be scared too,” stated Septima. “I plan to have her see a mind healer soon.”

“That’s a good idea,” said Poppy. “I will do the well-child check up and write a referral.” 

The next day, Hermione had breakfast with Septima. She had a hard time looking at her. 

“If you want to send me back like Poppy suggests, you can,” said the little witch in tears. 
Septima looked at Hermione and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I am not giving up on you. You are too remarkable for me to give up.” 
Hermione cried. “Yesterday was scary and I was awful.” 
“Baby, it was. Did you hear Poppy say those things? Honey, she was just worried about us getting hurt,” reasoned Septima. “I know you would not hurt me. I worry more about you hurting yourself.” 
“How else am I supposed to punish myself?” choked Hermione. 
“Punish yourself? Good gravy girl! Punish yourself? Why do you do that?” asked Septima. 
“That’s what kept them from hitting me. If they saw me hurting myself they did not hit me,” said Hermione softly. Septima discovered another way Hermione tried to survive while living with her parents. 
“Would you believe me if I promised you that you would never have to fight for survival with me? I would never make you punish yourself? I would never let you go hungry?” asked the witch. 
Hermione looked up at the witch. She smiled and gave her a big hug. 
“And I will never let you go?” whispered the witch. 
Hermione hugged her tighter. Then Hermione stopped hugging Septima. “Where is Poppy? I need to apologize to her!” exclaimed Hermione. 
“She is probably in the hospital wing,” said Septima. “We can go see her after breakfast.” 
“No! I need to see her now! I want her to forget about yesterday as soon as possible!” stated the little witch as she headed for the door. 
“Well, let me show you the way dear!” said the witch as she ran after her. 

The little witch ran down the halls and Septima followed her shouting directions. They arrived to the hospital wing where they found Poppy making the beds. 
“Poppy! I saw your aura!” shouted Hermione. Poppy stopped doing what she was doing. “It’s purple lavender. I am sorry I acted as I did when you came to heal me yesterday,” said Hermione. 
“Oh you have had a scary day,” said Poppy. “Septima said a death eater got close to you.” 
“He did, so scary,” said Hermione.  
“Since you did not get to see the healer yesterday, would you like me to do the well-child check up?” asked Poppy. 
Hermione agreed to let her do it. 
Poppy ran a diagnostic and found her to be healthy, but under weight. 
“That was not bad at all,” said Hermione. 
“What will be the next step is to see a mind healer. I will send in a referral for one,” said Poppy. 
“No! No more new people please!” cried Hermione. 

“Honey, it’s okay,” said Septima as she wrapped her arms around her. “You will be fine. You trust me right?”

”Yes,” sniffled Hermione. 

“I know a lady name Ruby. She is a wonderful person,” said Poppy. “Her favorite color is red, but it’s like strawberries and cherries, not blood red. She can present her aura and perform Legilimens if you do not feel like talking.” 
Hermione sniffed. “Okay.” 

Hermione and Septima walked back to the quarters. 

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Septimus, Delfina, Moira, and Mariah arrived to Hogwarts since Hermine and Septima were still staying there. Septima felt the wards were powerful enough to protect her and Hermione from Deatheaters.
Moira was excited to meet Hermione. Hermione was very shy because Moira was full of energy and loved making snapping sounds with poppers around the Castle. Mariah was calmer than her little sister. Hermione was just happy to spend time with a quieter child rather than a loud one. Moira still tried to get Hermione to play with her.
“Come on, sis! You already spent time with her,” whined Moira.  
“Moira, she is a quiet kid and needs to adjust to us, like Auntie says,” said Mariah. 
Hermione focused on trying to read Moira’s aura. She saw a pure white light. 
“I’ll spend time with you. I don’t want you to be sad. I just can’t handle the popping and loud noises,” quietly explained Hermione. “I want to get to know you too.” 
Moira smiled and agreed to be calmer. 
“Do you do anything besides read, like play with dolls?” asked Moira as she accioed her doll.  
“Dolls?” asked Hermione. “I never had one.” 
“Wow! You are missing out!” exclaimed Moira. “They are awesome! You can do their hair and dress them up.” 
“I can transfigure a Kleenex into a doll for you,” calmly said Mariah. Hermione gave her a tissue. Mariah transfigured it into a doll with similar features like Hermione’s-brown hair, brown eyes, and a yellow dress with purple trim. Hermione squeezed it tightly. 
Mariah, Moira, and Hermione had a tea party with the dolls from a tea set Mariah transfigured from scraps found in the bin. The girls laughed and giggled. Septima, Septimus, and Delfina watched from the doorway out of sight. 
“It’s great to see her acting like a kid,” said Septima. 
“She is cute,” said Delfina. “You are doing great with her. She is calmer than I imagine.” 
“As long as she can read auras or apparently now know I trust you all, she does fine,” explained Septima. 

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When it was time to go, Moira was a little sad. 
“Darling, we’ll see them again soon!” Assured Delfina. 

“Please mum! Please Papa,” begged Moira. “It’s so much fun playing dolls with her!”

Septimus smiled at his young daughter. “I’m sure Tima would like to see us all again soon,” he said. 
Moira gave Hermione a tight hug as the kettle portkey was warming up. Hermione returned the hug which made Septima smile. 

The Vectors grabbed the portkey and headed home. 

Hermione looked at her doll and admired her. She brushed its hair and tried to braid it, but couldn’t. Septima offered to help her. 
“You just need three strands of hair and then you weave them like this,” she said while demonstrating. Hermione then took over and she was able to do it just as well as Septima. 
“What did you name her?” asked Septima. Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “I do not know what to call her,” she said.  “I want to call her something nice.”  

“Like what dear?” asked Septima.
”I don’t know,” said Hermione. 
“It will come to you,” smiled Septima. 
“I want it to be special since she is my first doll,” said Hermione.     

“Mariah did such a good job transfiguring her for you,” said Septima. 

During dinner in the Great Hall, Hermione saw a man in dark robes. She clung to her doll tightly. 
“Who is that?” asked Hermione.   
“That’s Severus Snape. Try to see his aura,” whispered Septima. 
Hermione tried to see his aura, but she could not. Septima assured her that he was a good man otherwise Albus would not have hired her. 
Albus’s aura was a lemon yellow. Hermione was not surprised because of his sweet nature. 
“He is also guarded so seeing auras on guarded people might be difficult. He is also a legilimens and Occlum. Very talented naturally for a Slytherin,” explained Septima. 
Minerva came up to Hermione and Septima. “Look what Mariah transfigured for me,” said Hermione as she showed off her new doll. 
Minerva studied it and smiled. “Mariah is showing skills,” she beamed. “Good quality. What’s her name?” 
“I don’t know yet,” quietly said Hermione, ashamed she did not have an answer.     

“I am sure you will think of a name,” smiled Minerva. Minerva left them to join the head table. 
Hermione hugged her doll tightly as she looked at the students and staff filing into the Great Hall for dinner. Hermione followed Septima to their chairs at the head table. 

While the castle was sleeping that night, Hermione busted into Septima’s room. It startled the older witch. 
“Septi! I thought of a name finally!” cried Hermione. 
“What name is that?” yawned Septima. 
“Athena! I always liked the name Athena,” said Hermione. 

“I think it means warrior,” yawned Septima.

Hermione crawled into the bed next to Septima. Septima made a mental not to herself not to present herself as excited to scare her off.  
“Sorry to wake you I had a dream about Athena and I wanted you to be the first one to know,” yawned Hermione as she snuggled closer to Septima. The little witch fell asleep. Septima lied still as to not wake her or scare her off. 

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A week after the visit, Septima took Hermione to see Ruby Vermillion the mind healer. Hermione was nervous and wondered why she had to see a mind healer because she had not self harmed since her encounter with Poppy.
”You need help to work through these feelings,” explained Septima. “You also need to work through these with coping skills.”  

“But I am fine,” cried Hermione. “We’re fine!” 
“You are, but you also had a lot of trauma,” explained Septima. 
“I am not talking to her,” pout the little witch. 
“You do not have to,” said Septima. 

Ruby came up front and took them back to the room. The halls were pink and red, which made Hermione nervous.  
“The cool thing about my office is that I can change the colors to what witches and wizards like,” said Ruby. “I think I know your favorite color.” 
Hermione focused on her aura. She could not get a reading. 
“Oh, let me help you,” brightly said Ruby. She let her aura shine. It was bright neon pink which made Hermione feel safe. 

“You have a bright witch, Septima,” said Ruby. 
“I know, she has this power and knows how to use it,” said Septima. 
Hermione still refused to interact with Ruby. 
“Before we go in, what’s her favorite colors? I could use legillimens with her, but she is very guarded and I want to earn her trust,” whispered Ruby. 
“Yellow and lavender,” said Septima. “She also likes the number 7.” 
“Arithmancy of course,” smiled Ruby. She waved her hand and led the family into the room. Hermione smiled at seeing her favorite colors, but tried not to show approval. She was angry that Septima and Poppy made her come here. 
“Okay, why don’t you go play with the blocks and other toys while your Septima and I speak,” suggested Ruby. 
Hermione went to the calm corner with toys. She tried to find a book, but could not find one about numbers or history. They were all children’s books, which she found appalling. Ruby waved her hand and transfigured the Ugly Duckling into an Arithmancy book.

“I got your back, friend,” said Ruby. 
Hermione looked at Ruby with a scowled look, but continued to read the book. 
“She fought this tooth and nail,” said Septima. “She is a sweet girl, finally acting like a six year, almost seven year old.” 
“She looks like a smart kid,” said Ruby.

“She is,” lightly beamed Septima. 

“What’s her history? Like I said I do not like doing legillimens unless I know she can trust me,” said the healer. “When did you know she could read auras?” 
“The first night with me,” said Septima. “I came into the room to check on her. She yelled at me, felt guilty, and banged her head. I fixed her up, offered her a hug, and then she said she saw a golden light around me.”  
“When was the next incident?” asked Ruby. 
“The day after, she drew disturbing pictures,” said Septima. “I think they were her parents abusing her. Then there was the incident with Poppy a few weeks later. We just encountered deatheaters at St Mungo’s.” 
“St. Mungo’s is under death eaters right now. She is Muggle Born, which puts her at risk,” said the healer. “Is that also why you are staying in Hogwarts?” 
“Yes,” said Septima. “I also have to go back to work soon since we are staying in the castle. I was hoping to have more time with her one-on-one and with family to help her adjust.”

”You will have plenty of time with her. I understand she is already in second grade?” asked the healer.

”Yes, she tested into the second grade. I had to advocate for her to be in the second grade,” said the witch.   
Hermione listened partly to the conversation.
“Tell me about the self-harming?” asked Ruby.

”It was self-punishment. Her parents made her harm herself or they would harm her,” explained the witch. 
“I see. Do you think she’ll talk to me now?” asked the healer. 
“We can try,” said Septima. Septima called Hermione over to them. 
“Baby, Ruby would like to talk to you,” said Septima. 
“No!” sharply said Hermione. “Not talking to her. Just because she has an arithmancy book lying around here does not make us friends.”

”Hermione!” said Septima in shock. “ Manners please!”

Hermione tried to hit her self, but Septima cast a spell that stopped her. 

“No Hermione, you are not going to hurt yourself, you did nothing wrong. You were just stating what you are feeling,” said Septima as she approached Hermione. 
“I’m sorry,” wept Hermione.  
“It’s okay baby,” said Septima. 
“I’ll talk to her if you think I should,” she sniffled. 
“Okay,” said Septima as she placed her hand on her shoulder. 
Ruby smiled and looked at Hermione. 
“Okay, tell me about yourself?” asked Ruby. 
The little witch took a deep breath. “I was born in England on September 19, 1979. I was born to Muggles who abused me. Can I go now? I do not hit people and I only punish myself when I am out of line.” 
“This is good, keep going,” said Ruby.  
“No thanks,” said Hermione. 
“Hermione, this is serious. If you want to get better you have to do this so your magic will not get out of control later,” said Septima. 
“Fine, just so my magic will not be out of control,” said Hermione.  
“Now if you do not wish to talk, I can do legillimens Trauma Focus approach. That way you can just relax and not worry about the words. Sometimes getting the words out is stressful and trying to express them is hard,” explained Ruby. 
“Why don’t you try that darling?” suggested Septima. 
“Okay,” said Hermione. 
“Now I need you to lay down, close your eyes, and let me do my magic,” said Ruby. 
Hermione closed her eyes. Ruby placed her index fingers on her head. Septima held Hermione’s hand and watched. 
“You are safe, your foster mother is here, holding your hand,” softly said Ruby. 

Ruby entered her mind. She was in Muggle England. She sees a destitute woman with a baby. The baby is crying. The woman is telling her to shut up. The man enters. He slams the baby into the crib. 

Ruby sees another memory. It was when Hermione was four. “Hermione, c’mere,” said the man. She walks over to him. He touches her face. Then he touches her chest. She flinches. He smacks her. “You make a piss poor whore. Go to your room.”
Hermione runs to her room. Then Ruby sees later that night, a woman crawls into Hermione’s bed and hits her in the face. “You tart! How dare you come on to your father! You are sick!”

Hermione wriggled and cried in her sleep. Septima tries to wake her up. Ruby stopped her. “She is letting me see more. Apparently she is also good at Occlumacy. I need to continue if she is willing to face it.” 
Septima nodded. 

Ruby sees Hermione is now six. This is after years of abuse. Her father is yelling at her and she bangs her head on the wall. “Good, punish yourself you little bitch! Saves me the trouble of hitting you and dealing with CPS.”

Hermione starts gasping for air. Septima has her wake up. Ruby gets her a piece of chocolate. Hermione sobs and then eats the chocolate. Septima wraps her arms around her. 

”We did good today!” exclaimed Ruby. “Now let’s practice a grounding coping skill. Think of yellow things for me, Hermione.”

“Sunshine, daisies, butter, mellows,” said Hermione as she at her chocolate. 

“Favorite sound.”

”Birds.”

Instantly birds were chirping in the background. 
“Favorite place?”

”Hogwarts!” the little witch exclaimed. 
“Why Hogwarts?” asked the healer. 
“Because Septima and the professors are there and it’s safe,” said Hermione. 
Septima smiled at the little witch. 

The month of August went well with weekly healer visits and breakthroughs. Hermione still had Septima present for her sessions. She was not ready to meet with Ruby alone yet. 
Hermione still carried around her doll, Athena. She read to Athena and talked to her like a friend. The healer said it would be good for her. Septima heard her talk about some of the trauma, but said that she was safe now because she is in an enchanted castle with a witch who loves her very much. 

One day, Septima had tea with Minerva. She wanted to ask her to help get guardianship of the little witch. 
“She needs me and I need her,” said Septima. “I just want her to be loved.” 
“I think she would do well with you,” said Minerva. “Besides, what child does not have a temper from time to time.” 
“Can you and Albus use your connections to speed up the process? I want to do the blood adoption so she is not classified as muggle born. I think once she knows she is not going anywhere we can be a proper family.”

”I think that is a great idea,” said Minerva. 

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Minerva met with Andromeda in the ministry CPS division to work on a plan to help speed up the adoption. 
“Why does she want to speed this up? Is this about the deatheaters? I know she is staying in the castle with Hermione because the wards are strong there,” said the caseworker. 
“Andromeda, she really loves her and they are good together,” said Minerva. “I just think two people who need each other should not have to wait any longer to make it official. If you need to do a home visit in Hogwarts, please do. If you need character witnesses on Septima and Hermione, you can ask any professor.” 
Andromeda looked at the deputy headmistress. “I think we can work it out,” said the caseworker. 

Minerva returned to Hogwarts with the news for Septima. Septima was ecstatic. She went to Hermione’s room, where she was reading a book to her doll.

“Hermione,” she said as she sat on the bed. “I have some news for you.” She patted a spot next to her. 

“What is it, Septima?” she asked. 
“Well, Minerva used her connections with the ministry and they are going to speed up the adoption process, that is if you like to live with me and let me be your mum,” said Septima. Hermione was puzzled. This was news to her.  
“So you adopt me and that means I stay forever, even though I am horrid?” said Hermione. 
“You are not horrid, you are remarkable. We are working through the trauma. You are making great progress and growth with the mind healer,” assured Septima. “Nobody is perfect, baby.” 

“Really?” 
“I love you warts and all,” smiled Septima. “I knew what I signed up for, but I did not think I would get a miniature version of me. What other little girl could tell me how important number 7 is?”

”Not many I suppose,” lightly smiled Hermione.

“So will you be my child? Let me love you and raise you?” asked Septima.

“Do you really want this?” asked Hermione. 
“More than anything my dear,” grinned Septima. Hermione wrapped her arms around Septima into a bear hug. It was the best hug she ever got from her. 

Septima approached Albus and Minerva in Albus’s office. 
“I have a favor to ask on top of the favors I have asked,” said Septima. She took a deep breath. “Hermione has agreed to be my daughter. Would you both like to be godparents?” 
Minerva gasped and hugged Septima. Albus clapped his hands together.

”Of course I would!” Chuckled Albus. 
“Can I tell Hermione?” asked Minerva. 
“Of course! She will be excited to hear that two powerful wizards will be her godparents,” grinned Septima. 

Minerva, Albus, and Septima went to Hermione Septima’s quarters. Hermione looked up and grinned as she saw the three older magical people. 
“Hermione, I invited these two to come here to tell you some big news,” grinned Septima. 
“What could be bigger than getting adopted by a smart witch?” smiled Hermione. 

“Having two powerful Godparents,” winked Albus. 
“What do you mean? What are godparents?” Asked Hermione. 
“Godparents are honorary aunt and uncle,” explained Septima. “They are also the second people you call when you cannot reach me.” 
“That sounds lovely,” said Hermione. “Who will they be?” 
“If you agree, how would you like to have Albus and I as godparents?” suggested Minerva, as if it were not already decided. 
Hermione grinned a huge smile. She wrapped her arms around Minerva and then she hugged Albus. 
“I guess she approved,” laughed Septima. 

The next day, Septima, Hermione, Minerva, and Albus went to the ministry for the blood adoption.

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The Ministry with its dark green emerald walls made Hermione nervous. She held tightly to Septima’s hand with both hands. She sort of dragged her feet entering the intimidating room with the rows filled with parliamentary robes and roles. Malfalda Hopkins studied the family. She gave the little witch a kind smile.
Dolores Umbridge looked at the family with disapproving eyes.  “You know you are going to have some challenges with her being muggle born.” 
“I know,” coldly said Septima. Hermione held her hand tighter.  
“Dolores, she is going to utilize a blood adoption so the child will have her blood in her veins,” softly said Malfalda. 
“But that will only make her half-blood since this will be a single parent adoption,” tsk Dolores. 
“Not necessarily,” said Albus. “What if I agree to use some of my blood for the adoption so Miss Hermione will be a full blooded wizard. She will of course, take on Septima’s name if that is what she wishes.” 
Septima smiled weakly at Albus. 
“So I get a mom and a dad?” whispered Hermione.    

Minerva placed her hand on her shoulder as a means to hush gently. She did not want Dolores to make things worse. Albus looked at the girl. 
“No I am just giving you some blood so you will be a full blooded witch and not a half-blood. It’s just for safety reasons, pet,” he explained calmly. Hermione smiled softly. She was about to get a father, but was okay with just getting a mother, as long as it were Septima. 
“Let the record show after the ritual Hermione will be a pureblood witch,” said Malfalda. Dolores looked at her in defeat. 
“Very well then,” said Delores as she cleared her throat. “Now will you please go in the room with Andromeda for the questions, Ms Vector?” 
Septima pried herself from Hermione. Hermione then grabbed Minerva’s hand. Minerva bent down to the little witch’s level. 
“You will be fine. Albus and I are here,” she whispered. 
“What’s wrong with my blood?” asked Hermione. 
“My love, I will just say it is safer to be a pure blood,” said Albus. “I may not be daddy but I will be the fun uncle.” 
Hermione smiled. It was nice to know somebody cared for her and would not cross Septima. 

Septima sat in a chair in front of an intimidating desk. She looked up to Andromeda.  
“Ms. Vector the fact that you are willing to share your blood and that of Albus Dumbledore is the reason we have to ask these questions,” she explained. “This is a serious commitment and given Hermione’s past this will require a lot of patience on your end.” 
“I know, but she is so much like me,” said Septima. “We care about the same things, she is so smart, she starts second grade next week. She is starting to act like a child in a safe environment and not one that has been abused. She needs this chance. I want her to have this chance to be a normal child.” 
“Very well, let’s join the others,” said Andromeda. 

Andromeda and Septima entered the courtroom. Hermione let go of Minerva and ran up to Septima. She wrapped her arms around her waist. 

“Speaking with Ms. Vector, I motion that one Hermione Jean Granger goes into Ms. Septima Antlia Vector,” motioned Andromeda. 
Hermione grinned a giant smile. 
“Motion granted,” stated Malfalda. “Any objections?” None but Dolores raised her hand. 
“Motion carried,” smiled Malfalda. “Hermione you are a lucky girl to have such a wonderful witch to take you in.” 
Hermione hugged Septima tighter. 
“Blood adoption down the hall,” said the stenographer. 

The family with Minerva and Albus headed for the ritual room. 

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Hermione, Septima, and Albus stood at the alter. Minerva stood to the side.
Albus made it clear he was not going to be the father, but donating his blood to help Hermione be classified as a pure blood. He will take on the role of Uncle/Godfather. 
Hermione glanced up to Septima. She felt relaxed, even though her blood was pricked. 
Septima vowed to love Hermione unconditionally and provide for her needs. Septima, Albus, and Hermione felt the magic flow around them. Then Hermione saw that she had Septima’s features, such as her dark eyes and curly hair. Hermione was now registered as a pureblood and she would be kept safe. 

The family left the room.
Hermione looked at Septima, wondering if she should still call her Septima or mum. The witch never explained the title rules.

Two weeks later was the first day at the new Primary School. Hermione was excited to be starting second grade. She was bouncing on heels.
“Is it time to go yet?” asked Hermione as she bounced on her heels.
“Darling, calm down. We do not leave for another twenty minutes,” laughed Septima.
“I’ll be the youngest one in there,” exclaimed Hermione. “I bet those kids do not know the significance of 7.”
“My little witch,” smiled Septima. “Again, that is for third years.”
Septima took Hermione to school on foot since it was down the road in Hogsmead.
“I wonder what my teacher will be like? I hope they are nice,” smiled Hermione as she skipped along side Septima.
Septima did not say a word about the over giddy emotions Hermione had about school. She figured it was excitement to go to school because she likes learning.

When Hermione was living with her parents school was her escape. She was known to dodge the bus that took her home so she would not have to deal with her parents. The teacher then had to have one parent pick her up. They did not know the horrors that happened in her house until her teacher saw bruises on her arms and legs and a burn on her forehead. Then the teacher noted her clothes were ratty and never weather appropriate. One time she came to school wearing a man’s shirt as a dress. They also found lice on her that day. 

Back to the present, no one would think Hermione saw it as a refuge. They would not think for the longest time that was where she felt safest. 

Septima knew from the files, but did not see this behavior as traumatic reenactment. 

Hermione had a great first day of school. She made friends with a girl named Daphne. She and Daphne loved playing together. Hermione even blew her teacher, Ms. Kessler, mind away with the description of how the number 7 was the perfect number and that it plays a vital role to all humans. 

When pick up time came, Hermione sobbed. She hid in the janitor’s closet. Ms. Kessler had an aid stay with her class while she looked for Hermione. The sobbing from the closet.

“I can’t go home,” she cried. “I can’t.”  
“Darling, you cannot live in a school,” said Ms. Kessler as she took her outside by the hand to meet with Septima. 
Septima was initially concerned with Hermione. Then she remembered what she read in the file. 
“Hermione, you are not going back there. We are going back to the cottage or we can stay in Hogwarts tonight,” Septima gently explained. 
Hermione took a deep breath. “Can we go to Hogwarts tonight? I want to tell Min about school.” 
“Of course,” said Septima. They walked to the castle.  
When Hermione saw Minerva she ran up to her.  

“Min! Guess what? I had a great day!” beamed Hermione. 
“That’s wonderful!” smiled Minerva as she patted her shoulder.  
Septima gave a small smile. She knew that Hermione had a PTSD moment, but still it bugged her that she acted like that and then acted like it did not happen. Maybe she was trying to move on? Forget what happened because she was trying to work on managing and was embarrassed to have a set back. 
Snape walked by and Hermione tried to read his aura. She finally saw a mint green light. 
“Okay he’s good,” said Hermione. 
“He let you see it?” said Septima. 
“I guess,” said Hermione. 

Later that night, Septima and Hermione did their bedtime routine. Hermione crawled into bed. 

“Hermione, love, can you tell me what happened after school?” Asked Septima. 
Hermione hid her face in the blankets. 
“You are not going to hit me or make me hurt myself are you?” asked Hermione. 
“No, I just want to know what was happening,” calmly said Septima. 
“I don’t know,” said Hermione as she started to cry.  
“Baby, I think I know what happened. When you were living with those people school was a safe place,” said Septima as she hugged Hermione. “Am I right?”
“Yes,” wept Hermione. “Nobody hit me there.”
“And nobody will hit you at home now, whether it be the cottage or Hogwarts,” smiled Septima.
Hermione looked into her eyes. She smiled weakly.
“I should know that,” said Hermione.

The next morning she woke up. She went into Septima’s room to wake her up.
“Morning sweetheart,” smiled Septima.
“Morning, we have to get ready for school and this time my brain will know that I am going home with you,” beamed Hermione.
“Good approach,” smiled Septima. “Let’s get dressed and eat breakfast.” 
“Will it be an English Breakfast?” asked Hermione.
“Maybe,” smirked Septima. “Get dressed and let’s go.”                           

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Septima and Hermione walked to school together. Hermione was nervous and kept saying “after school, I go back to my safe home with Septima” as a mantra. Septima just let her do that to help herself feel calm. 
When they reached school, they were greeted by the teacher Ms. Kessler. Ms. Kessler greeted them with a warm smile. She got down to her level.  
“Did you have a pleasant night?” asked the teacher. Hermione smiled and said she did. “I am safe with Septima,” she beamed. Septima smiled too. 
“Good! I think she would make sure she were properly taken care of,” smiled Ms. Kessler. 
“Hermione dear, can you run along to your classroom? I would like to talk to Ms. Kessler about something,” said Septima as she moved a stray hair behind Hermione’s ear. 
“You are going to talk about me aren’t you?” asked Hermione. 
“Mione, it’s nothing bad. I just think if you heard me talk about the past right now it will upset you,” explained Septima. 
“Are you going to tell her that my parents abused me and that I would try to stay at the school as late as I could to avoid them?” Asked Hermione. Then she looked at the expressions on Septima and her teacher’s faces. She thought she made them angry. She was about to hit herself, but she used her coping skills of grounding with thinking about her favorite color yellow, focusing on the birds chirping outside, and think about the smell of strawberries. Septima kept a close eye on her.    

“Hermione?” She asked. 
Hermione came back to reality. “Sorry, I was trying to use my coping skills,” she explained as she took a deep breath. Septima smiled at the little witch. “Good job.” Hermione smiled at her approval.    
“I’m sorry I lost it like that,” said Hermione. 
“That’s okay. You handled it well,” said Septima. “So you see, Ms. Kessler, school was her escape from the abuse. She acted as she did because she felt safe with you. It was never not feeling safe at home with me. She is almost seven and she had to survive and do whatever means necessary to make it.” 
Hermione looked up to Septima and smiled. She was happy that her adoptive mum got what she went through with her birth parents. She wrapped her arms around the witch and gave her a giant hug. 
“Love you,” Hermione whispered. 
“I love you too,” said Septima. 
Hermione went to the classroom. 
“You two are good together,” said Ms. Kessler. “Was that the first time she said that you?” 
Septima cried happy tears. Ms. Kessler patted her shoulder. “I was honored to be a witness.” 
“I have got to go, you know, teach,” sniffled Septima. 
She apparated to the front gates of Hogwarts. She went to the Great Hall and found Minerva chatting with first years. She waited until she was done to get her attention. 
“How did drop off go this morning?” asked Minerva. 
“Better than I thought,” grinned the younger witch. “She said she loved me.” 
“That is wonderful!” smiled Minerva.  
“You have no idea how happy I am!” said Septima. 
“I can only imagine,” said Minerva. 
“I do not think she will call me mum soon. She can do that in her time,” mused Septima as she thought how wonderful it would sound to be called mum by somebody. 
“Some day, it will happen,” assured Minerva. 

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Hermione had a great day at school and was able to transition from school to going home. Septima decided to stay in the cottage that night because she wanted it it to just be her and Hermione.  
“Ms. Kessler thinks I am too smart for second grade,” she announced. 
“I do not doubt it, but you need to be around peers your age,” smiled Septima. 
“I have a feeling second grade is going to be a bore m-Septima,” said Hermione as she corrected herself. She was not sure if she could call her mum yet. She had not heard anybody refer to Septima as her mum. Maybe when she does when she can start calling her that. 
Septima pretended that she did not hear that slip up.  
“It probably will,” said Septima. “I do have an ideal though. I can talk to Albus to see if any of the professors can work with you after hours for enrichment.”
”I would like that! I hope Albus says yes!” Grinned Hermione. “And I hope Min can be a professor that works with me after hours.” 
Septima smiled. She poured some tea for her and Hermione. Then she asked about dinner. 
“Chicken nuggets please?” asked Hermione. “I would love to have it with curry please.”

”Alright,” chuckled Septima. “We’ll have green beans as a side.” 
while they were waiting for the nuggets to cook, Septima realized that Hermione’s birthday was sneaking up.  
”Hermione, now I understand that you have a birthday coming up? What would you like to get, besides books?” asked Septima.
“I don’t know, I guess a wand?” Said Hermione with her Cheshire Cat grin. 

“Too young!” smirked Septima. “What do you want that is age appropriate?” 
“I don’t really know,” sadly said Hermione. “Books were all I had until Mariah transfigured Athena from a napkin.” 
“How about some doll stuff for Athena? We could get her a few clothes,” suggested Septima. Hermione shook her head. 
“Really?” asked Septima in amazement. 
“I like the dress she is wearing. Reminds me of the first dress I wore when I met you,” said Hermione.  
“How about new clothes?” suggested Septima.   
“I could always use new clothes,” said Hermione. “That can be an everyday use.” 
“My child, you are so young,” said Septima. “You should think about things that interest you and spark your imagination.” 

“I want to do spells, but you said I am too young,” whined Hermione. Then she stopped herself. She almost self-harmed, but Septima stopped her. 
“You are only experiencing and expressing disappointment, my love,” said Septima. “There could be a way for you to experience magic. Maybe Severus knows of a kit suitable for children.” 
“It’s okay to express what I did?” asked Hermione. 
“Yes, my love,” soothed Septima as she brushed her hair back. “You can express yourself in any way, as long as you do not hurt yourself and others.” 
Hermione embraced Septima. 
They ate their dinner, read Arithmancy and Grammatica, and went to bed. 

A few nights later, Hermione woke up in the middle of the night vomiting. She tried to keep the noise down. She opened her window and threw up in the side yard. Once she was sure she was done throwing up she went to bed. 

Septima woke her up the next morning. She noticed how pale Hermione looked. She took her temperature with the wand like Poppy taught her. Septima noticed her temperature was high. 
“My child! You must feel awful!” she said. 
“I am okay,” assured Hermione. “I am fine! Really!” Hermione felt her stomach grumble. “I have to go to school. I have to endure addition and lower level reading.” 
Septima shook her head. “Hermione, angel, my love, you need to stay home today,” said Septima.  
“But who will stay with me? You have to work-.” She was interrupted by the vile coming up her throat. Septima accioed a bucket and put it in front of Hermione. 
“Darling, when children are sick their mums stay home to take care of them. It’s okay,” assured Septima. She sent her patronus of an Otter to Hogwarts to let Albus know that she is staying home with Hermione and Minerva will need to cover her classes. 
“Was that your patronus? Was it an Otter?” asked Hermione. 
“Yes, an Otter is my patronus,” said Septima. 
“Why an Otter?” moaned Hermione. 
“In Cork, Ireland, a magical otter in the River Lee was believed to bring good luck and fishermen's nets were often mysteriously filled with fish when the otter was near,” said Septima. “Sometimes I am an otter, making sure others have what they need.” 
Hermione smiled. 
“Are there any other otter stories?” moaned Hermione. 
“I’ll tell you another one when you tell me the truth,” said Septima. Hermione hid her face behind the blanket. “Did you throw up last night?” Hermione lowered her blanket and nodded. “My dear, why didn’t you come and get me? I could have helped you?” 
“I did not want to disturb you. You had a busy day and I usually had to manage on my own,” sadly said the little witch. 
“Okay. I smelt it when I came into your room. Next time, let me know and I will help you,” calmly said Septima. “It’s okay, that’s what mums do.” 
Hermione smiled and then she wrapped herself in the blanket. 
“Can you tell me another story. That one from Ireland cannot be the only reason,” moaned Hermione.  
“There is one called Dobhar-Chu. It is also from Ireland. This monstrous otter, or "water dog," is a legendary creature from Irish folklore that resembles a large dog with white fur and a black cross on its back. It is said to command an army of common otters and possesses magical skin,” softly said Septima. The little witch closed her eyes.   
“Tell me another one,” sleepily said the little witch. 
Septima sighed and tried to remember another one she read about, that Hermione would like. “Otters are widely seen as symbols of friendship, kindness, and family, symbolizing joy, empathy, and a strong sense of community.” 
“Thanks mum,” sleepily mumbled the little witch. 
Septima grinned. She knew it was a fevered titled, but she will take it as a start to calling her mum. She stroke her hair and whispered “I love you my little dear.” 
“I love you too,” mumbled the little witch as she drifted to sleep. 

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Hermione struggled to get comfortable. Septima kept the blankets at her requested temperatures-hot or ice cold.
“Mummy, hurt,” cried Hermione.
“I know baby, it’ll get better,” assured Septima.
Hermione kept vomiting. It was like it would not stop pouring out.

Septima put off calling Poppy as long as she could, but Hermione did not seem to get better.
Poppy came over and checked her vitals.
“She is a pureblood so going to St Mungo’s will not be dangerous. She’ll be able to get treatment and the death eaters will leave her alone,” said Poppy.
“No!” Moaned Hermione. “No! I won’t go! No!”
“I agree with her,” said Septima. “Let’s just put her in the hospital ward in Hogwarts so you and I can keep an eye on her.”
“I’ll have Albus do a side-a-long apparation with her,” said Poppy. She sent her patronus to the castle.
“Mum, I want to stay here!” cried Hermione.
“Baby, you have been sick for days,” sighed Septima. “This way I can have some help and Poppy can keep you hydrated and give you better potions.”
“Mummy,” moaned Hermione. She threw up again.
Albus arrived.
“I do not know if side along apparation would be suitable for young Miss,” he said quietly. “I think she has a very aggressive wizard flu.”
“Mummy! Mummy!” moaned Hermione.
“I can see why she needs to go there,” said Albus. He motioned for Hermione to come over to him. For the first time, Septima lifted up her child gingerly. She took her over to Albus. Albus locked arms with Septima and did a side-a-long apparation. Poppy used the floo network to get to the hospital wing.
They arrived at the same time.
Poppy ushered Hermione to a bed closest to her office.
“Muuum!” she moaned as Septima laid her down. “Stay with me, please?”
“Always,” quietly said the little witch’s mum.

Septima was curled up in the bed spooning Hermione. Hermione seemed to calm down and enjoyed the body heat and warmth from Septima.
Poppy kept Hermione hydrated and encouraged her to eat saltines and soup. While Hermione was eating, Septima realized her birthday was tomorrow. She tried to leave, but the little witch stopped her. “No, don’t leave,” she cried.
“Why? I have to go to Hogsmeade to get presents for your birthday,” said Septima.
“My birthday?” said Hermione.
“Yes, your birthday,” said the witch. “It’s tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” said Hermione.
“Yes, the last two days were rough and you are just now starting to feel better,” explained the witch.
“I just don’t want to be alone with Poppy,” said the little witch.
“Why?”
“She’ll make me nap and not let me play,” whined Hermione. “As soon as you go she’ll make me take a nap.”
“How about I see if Minerva is free? Maybe she can stay with you? That way Poppy will not make you take a nap,” smiled Septima.
“Okay,” said Hermione.
Septima left the hospital wing to talk to Minerva. Poppy came over to Hermione’s bed.
“No! I’m not tired!” stated Hermione.
“Love, your body needs rest,” said Poppy.
“No, it does not,” said the little witch. “Septima will be back! She’ll tell you.”
“No, she’ll agree with me,” said Poppy. “You need to sleep and rest. You need to regain your strength for your birthday tomorrow.”
In comes Snape. “Poppy, let the girl read or do something. Forcing her to sleep will not be productive,” he said flatly. Hermione looked up to Snape. He never said a word to her, only just looks her way. He was so guarded that she could not read his aura. He very much kept his guard up, but he knew she had a troubled beginning and was starting to call Septima mum and letting her guard down with her. He knew her childhood so well because it was his childhood too. He was happy that she was rescued from the situation, unlike him.
Poppy gave him a stern look.
“Your mum asked me to come in here and keep you company until Minerva is available,” he said dryly.
“Okay,” quietly said Hermione.
Then Snape procured her doll Athena.
“How did you get her?” asked Hermione as she accepted it from Snape.
“Your mother gave her to me to give to you,” he said.
“But she was at the house and mum was here the whole time,” said the little witch as she clung to her doll.
“Poppy brought it with her when she went through the fireplace,” said Snape. “It needed to be washed and we wanted to make sure the flu was not contagious before giving her back to you.”
“Thank you,” quietly said Hermione. “It’s the only doll I have ever owned.”
Then Poppy came into the room with the fever reducing potion.
“Potion time,” she said shortly.
“Fine,” said Hermione.
“You will not have an attitude with Poppy, little one,” said Snape curtly. “She is making sure you get healthy and are alive.”
Hermione frowned and then she looked at Poppy. “Thank you for bringing Athena here for me,” she said quickly. Snape smirked.
“You are welcome little one. I figured she was important,” said Poppy.
Hermione took the potion. Poppy went back to her office.
“That was better,” flatly said Snape.
Minerva entered the ward. “I’m here now. Hermione, would you like to learn how to play chess?”
“I would love to! Does my mum know how to play?” asked Hermione.
“She sure does! She was in our Wizards’ Chess Club,” said Minerva as she set up the board.

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Minerva played chess with the little witch. The little witch seemed to really enjoy it.

“I think I like this as much as Arithmancy!” she exclaimed. 
Minerva smiled. 
After two rounds of chess, which both games Hermione won, Minerva suggested she rest. 
“But I am not sleepy,” Hermione yawned as she cuddled with Athena. 
“My dear, your eyes are drooping,” said the older witch. “My dear, you need to sleep because tomorrow is a big day.”  
“I know tomorrow is my birthday, but why is it a big deal?” asked Hermione. “The day I was adopted is a bigger deal. That’s when mum adopted me.”  
“But your birthday is the day you came to Earth,” smiled Minerva. “And we get cake and tea.” 
“That does sound lovely,” said Hermione. 
“Now will you try to sleep so you can eat cake tomorrow,” smiled Minerva. 
Hermione laid down and curled up with Athena. 
“Will you stay with me until I fall asleep Min?” asked Hermione. 
Minerva sat next to the bed. As soon as the little witch was asleep, Minerva left. 

Septima bought books, clothes, a chess set, and a recommended potions kit for the little witch’s birthday. She brought them to her quarters in the castle. She wrapped them up and hid them in her room in hopes Hermione could at least stay in her quarters. 
Septima made her way to the hospital wing. She saw Cuthbert floating around. Then she saw Binns lingering near his classroom. She thinks those fellas never knew they died and continued teaching. The only reason the board approved their stay was that ghosts do not have to get paid. 

She goes into the wing and found the little witch asleep curled up with her doll. 
Poppy came out of her office. 
“She seems to be on the up and up. She is stubborn as hell so I think she is more Gryffindor than Ravenclaw,” teased Poppy. 
“I think so too,” smiled Septima. “Do you think she could stay in our quarters tonight? Her birthday is tomorrow and I think she would like it if we celebrated her first birthday in our living area.”

”I think that would be fine,” said Poppy. “She has been keeping her food down.”
 “Good, Severus gave her Athena,” smiled Septima. “Did he talk to her?” 
“A little. She seemed to respect him,” said Poppy. 
“He understands trauma since his dad and mum were abusive,” said Septima. “I think just having an adult who really gets it will help her come out of her shell and maybe it will help him too.” 
The little witch started to stir in her slumber. She batted her eyes and saw her mum. 
“Hi mummy,” she said groggily. 
“Hi sweetheart,” said her mum. “Would you like to sleep in your bed tonight?” 
“Which one?” yawned Hermione. 
“The one in the castle,” smiled Septima.  
Hermione sat up, put her feet on the floor. Septima magicked the sheets off the bed. Hermione walked halfway before she started feeling weak. Septima picked her up and carried her the rest of the way.  

“This is nice,” mused Hermione as she nuzzled her head between Septima’s should and head. Septima could not help but smile. 
They reached the quarters, went inside, and Septima sat her on the couch. 
“Would you like grilled cheese and tomato soup?” asked Septima. Hermione nodded. She cuddled her doll tightly.  
“Mummy can I have an ice pop? My throat feels dry,” sweetly asked Hermione. 
Septima made a cherry ice pop appear. “Thanks mummy.” 
Then dinner was ready. Septima talked about the shopping in town. She talked about the ice cream place she wanted to take Hermione since they have not ventured there yet. There was also another place she wanted to go with Hermione, but that might have to wait since she was just starting to feel better. 

The next morning, Hermione woke up. She saw balloons surrounding her bed. They were yellow and purple. She found a card attached to one of them. It read “Follow me.”
“Where?” exclaimed the little witch. The balloons then lined up, forming a trail for Hermione to follow. 
She walked along the line of balloons. She followed it to the sitting room and then into the hallway of the school. The yellow balloons led to Albus’s office. When she reached it, she saw the gargoyle move. She continued following the balloons into his office. She saw a balloon going up the stairs, which led to his quarters. 
“Albus?” said the little witch. “Albus?” 
Then more yellow balloons appeared. They lead her to a door. She went through it and saw she was in Minerva’s quarters. 
“Minerva? Mummy?” said Hermione. Then she saw a yellow cake with purple icing. The cake had seven candles. 
“Where is everybody?” 
Minerva, Albus, Poppy, Septima, Septimus, Delfina, Mariah, and Moira popped up from behind Minerva’s couch. Hermione jumped up. 
“Happy Birthday!” they all cheered. Hermione jumped a little. Septimus ran up to her and hugged her.  
“Were you surprised my dear?” asked the arithmancy professor. 
“Yes,” said Hermione. “But I am still in my pajamas.” 
Septima transfigured her pajamas into a yellow dress with lavender trim. 
“Much better!” Beamed Hermione.  
“I wanted to really surprise you,” smiled Septima as she hugged her daughter. 
“We got you good!” cheered Moira.  
They had cake and Hermione opened a huge amount of presents-all wrapped in lavender and yellow. 

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Later that day, Septima, Hermione, with Septimus and his family went to the ice cream parlor. Hermione enjoyed it. 
“Hermione, I almost forgot to tell you Minerva will give you private transfiguration lessons,” smiled Septima. 
“Will she have time?” asked Hermione.  
“It’s McGonnagall, she’ll make time,” said Mariah.  
“Yes she will,” assured Septimus. “When I was there she gave me private lessons while I was struggling. Now she is giving Mariah lessons because she is excelling.” 
“She’s afraid I’ll get bored,” bragged Mariah. 
“I am already bored. I already completed my make up work while I was sick,” said Hermione. 
“She is very excited to teach you on Mondays and Wednesdays after school,” beamed Septima. 
Hermione smiled. 
“And Filius will teach you charms,” said Septima.  
“Does that mean I get my own wand?” grinned Hermione. 
“I guess,” smiled Septima. “Off to Ollivander’s after ice cream. You have to be careful my love. Wands are not toys and you only use it in lessons with Minerva or Filius.” 
“Yes ma’am,” said Hermione as she wrapped her arms around her mother. 

Septima took Hermione to Ollivander’s in Hogsmead. It was not Ollivander himself, but his associate working the register. 
“Well, well, well, a little young to purchase a wand are we?” asked the old Wizard. 
“Yes, but she is an exceptional child,” beamed Septima. “She is starting early.” 
“How?” 
“Bored with Primary School so I have to encourage her to find other outlets,” explained Septima. 
“I see,” said the shopkeeper. He led the child to the wands for younger students.”

A wand of vine and dragon heartstring leapt towards Hermione. It was 10 3/4 inches long. The shopkeeper was astounded. “Never have I ever seen a wand decide so fast,” he said. “You must be a very special girl.” 
Hermione smiled at the shopkeeper. “Mummy, can I try some simple spells when we get home?” 
“Of course, dear,” said Septima. “Filius will be happy to teach you a few simple charms.” 
Hermione grinned widely. 

Hermione was excited to get back to the castle because she wanted to find Flitwick to have him teach her some simple charms. 

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Hermione was very excited to start private lessons with Flitwick, Minerva, and Snape. She merrily skipped to Flitwick’s office. “Hello Ms. Vector!” cheerfully said Flitwick. “Are you ready to learn your first charm?” “Yes!” exclaimed the little witch. Professor Flitwick started with lumos and nox spells. Flitwick was impressed with Hermione’s abilities. 

The next day after school, Hermione met with Minerva. 
“Today I will start with the transfiguration alphabet,” said Minerva. 
Hermione was entranced with the 26 figures on the board. She compared it to hieroglyphics. Minerva chuckled. Then she taught her how to transfigure matches into needles. Hermione excelled at that. “Not many can do that on the first try,” said Minerva. “I think we can move onto the simple switching spell. It will come handy when you need to switch objects.” 
“When will that happen?” asked the little witch. 
“In a bind, when somebody takes something from you, or when you want to show off,” winked Minerva. 
The little witch giggled. 

The day after Hermione mastered the switching spell, Septima was called into a parent teacher conference. Apparently, Hermione had a problem with a peer when the peer took her paper and she performed wandless magic on the peer, by witching him out with a chipmunk. The peer was found in a tree.  
Septima walked into the office and found Hermione looking down at her feet. 
“Well we got to handle this,” sighed Septima.

Hermione was sobbing. 
“I did not punish myself,” said the little witch.
”That’s a good start,” said Septima as she patted her shoulder. 
“What is going to happen?” asked Hermione. 
“I do not know, yet,” said Septima. 
Hermione and Septima went into the headmaster’s office. 

“Hermione had every right be mad at the boy, but she illegally performed underage magic,” said the headmaster. 
“She was defending herself,” said Septima.  
“Still it was illegal,” said the headmaster. “We unfortunately have to issue a consequence.”
Hermione got scared. She curled up into a ball. Septima placed her hand on her shoulder. “What is the consequence?” asked Septima.  
“Well, we usually suspend, but since this is her first case we will issue a lunch detention,” said the headmaster.
“That seems fair,” said Septima.  
Hermione sighed. That did not seem so bad. She panicked because she never got in trouble at school, except when she tried to stay in school to avoid going home. Even then there was not really a consequence issued by the teacher, other than making her parents pick her up from school.

The only consequence Septima issued for Hermione was not having her extra lesson with Flitwick that night. He would have taught her levitation spells at this lesson. Hermione thought that was fair.

”No hitting involved?” asked Hermione. 
“No love,” assured Septima. “In life there are consequences for every action. I feel that it is important for you to understand at this age.”

”I get it,” said Hermione. 
“Wandless magic Hermione?” smirked Septima. “Very impressive little witch.” 
Hermione grinned.” 

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“She performed wandless magic? I was not able to do that until I started teaching,” said Minerva.
“I was much older than 7 that’s for sure,” said Flitwick.

“I did it when I was still in primary school,” said Snape. “I bet her magic was accidental like mine.”

“It probably was, but she chanted the spell Min taught her,” said Septima. Minerva paled. “Oh dear, I know you were teaching the curriculum, but we did not think she could do that.”

“I know, but how did she do it?” asked Minerva.

“She did it out of anger, frustration, and she wanted her paper back from that boy,” said Septima. “I can’t help but be proud of her.”

“This is a sticky widget,” said Filius.

Snape sensed he needed to be somewhere so he excused himself.

Hermione explored her new wand less powers around the castle. She tried switching Snape’s potions with shampoo, but he caught her.

“Don’t think about it,” he said flatly. He accioed his potion back to the shelf. “Just because you are a powerful little witch does not mean we will let you use wandless magic as much as you please.”

“But I am so good at it and it made mum happy to know I am powerful,” explained Hermione.
“Your mother is proud of you, but you also need to practice self control little witch,” he said dryly.

“Mum said you are quite powerful,” said Hermione.

“That’s because I worked for it, unlike you who was born with it. The Dark Lord had powers like you and we would hate to see you go down that path, Ms. Vector,” explained Snape.

“I do not plan to be like him,” said Hermione.

“I should hope so,” said the pale dark professor. Hermione ran from the alchemy and looked for Septima.

The next day, Septima took her to the mind healer to talk about the wandless magic incident. “I see the concern, Professor. Still good on Hermione for standing her ground,” said Ruby.

“I just wanted my paper back,” said Hermione. “Then I practiced it around the castle to see what else I could do.”

“You were not really trying to swipe Snape’s potions?” Asked Septima.

“No I just wanted to see what else I could do,” explained Hermione. “It’s like a new toy. You just got to know what else it can do. I cannot use my wand without you, Minerva, Filius, or Severus present, but nothing about wandless magic.”

“There is a rule for it now and it starts immediately. Hermione, that is dangerous to do at your age,” said Septima. Hermione started sobbing and then tried to harm herself for the first time since she turned seven.

The witch was able to stop her. “No! No more Hermione,” firmly said Septima. “You need to accept this conversation as is. You accepted it as fair when issued a lunch detention and no lessons with Filius that night. I am impressed you can do it and I should have not assumed you knew that both fields of magic are magic which need to be supervised.” 
Hermione sat down and fumed as the women spoke.
“Good for you, mum! You set the boundaries and expectations,” said Ruby.

“But how will I know my potential?” asked the little witch. 
“We can explore it when we are together or when you are with one of the professors,” explained Septima. “I do not know what I would do if you seriously hurt yourself.” 
“At this age, it’s important to learn self control,” said the mind healer. 

“We know you were not given the best example in your early life, but with me you will learn,” said Septima. 
Hermione smiled and hugged her. “I want to feel in control,” she whispered. “But I also want to know what else I can do.” 
“We can explore that together,” said Septima. 

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Good to her word, Septima explored the many possibilities of Hermione’s gift. She also had her use her wand with the lumos and nox. 

Hermione showed simple switching spell with proficiency. She did not seem to slow down. Minerva then taught her how to transfigure mice into snufflers. 

Filius was finally able to teach Hermione the levitation spell. She exceeded that without even trying. 

Snape taught Hermione how to brew a healing potion for boils so Madam Pomfrey will be able to treat ailments in the wing. 

At night before bed, Septima and Hermione practiced the switching spell. Hermione was then able to switch a piggy bank with a hamster.

One day when Septima walked Hermione to school, there was a young redheaded boy who hid behind his mother. His older brothers and younger sister just laughed at him. 
“Ronald! What is this nonsense?” asked the red headed lady. 
“That’s the girl who switched me with the chipmunk!” he cried.    
“Yes, but did you die? Nope! Now it’s time to move on,” said the mother. 
Septima looked at Hermione. 
“What? He took my homework,” reasoned Hermione. 
The little redhead girl came up to Hermione. 
“That was quite impressive!” said the little redhead. 
“I just put him in his place,” shrugged Hermione. 
“Still brilliant!” she beamed. “Hermione, right?” Hermione nodded. “My brother is a prat, don’t worry about him. I’m Ginny.” 
The bell rang and Ginny ran off to class. 

Snape worked with Hermione on the vetiserum potion. Hermione tried to not let it touch her skin. She did not feel like spilling secrets. Severus explained that it was mainly used on criminals and those on trials. He only brews it to teach students the ingredients. 
“Have you ever taken it?” asked Hermione. 
“No,” said Severus. 
“Have you ever given it to anybody?” asked Hermione.    
“A few times,” he said. “Usually to questionable students and the Dark Lord’s followers.”

That evening during dinner in the cottage, Septima and Hermione had potato soup and grilled chicken. Hermione seemed to really acquire a taste for chicken. 
“Mum, have you ever brewed a veritiserum potion?” asked Hermione. 
“Yes, I even gave it to Severus once when we were in school,” mused Septima. 
“Really?” said Hermione.    

“Yes! A lot of confessions were made,” laughed Septima. 
“Like what?” asked Hermione.

”That he can read minds,” said Septima. 
“I knew that, what else?” asked Hermione. 
“I told him I would not say,” said Septima. 
Septima did not want Hermione to know that she was in love with him, but he never reciprocated those feelings, even with the truth serum. She also did not want to tell her that he confessed to taking the Dark Mark. 

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Hermione wandered the castle while Septima was meeting with a student. She brought Hermione back to the castle with her to meet with a student who was struggling with Arithmancy. Minerva had to cancel lessons that night to accompany Albus to the ministry for Hogwarts business. Flitwick was out with a cold. Snape did not confirm if he were available. 

Hermione saw a light green aura.  She approached it. It moved away from her slowly. It led her to Snape’s class. The desks were empty, minus a ghost student sitting and supposedly studying. Hermione walked up to Snape. Snape turned around and smirked.

“I see my aura led you here, Miss Vector. You know you need to be careful of magic that seems leading. It could have led you to a death eater,” said Snape. 

“You gloat because I could have possibly been endangered?” Said Hermione. 
“No, I wanted to teach you, Miss Vector,” said Snape. “You are clearly intelligent. We need to work on making it useful and safe.”
”Just so you know I only followed it because it was a bright green light. You cannot manipulate auras. Auras, unlike Patronus cannot change. They are what they are,” Hermione said firmly. 
“ah yes! Can you tell the difference between a light and an aura?” asked Snape. 
“A light would not sustain long and auras can only be seen by certain people,” said Hermione.

Snape smirked. “Such a bright witch.” 
They heard clacking of heels. It was Septima. 
“There you are, glad you decided to spend time with Snape,” said Septima. 

“She followed my aura,” Snape bragged. “Such a smart witch.” 
“Looks like you two have more in common,” said Septima. 
“How so?” asked Hermione. 
“You both can read auras,” said Septima. “Maybe he can teach you how to make it travel.”
Hermione mused at the idea. Maybe that could come in handy since she was still too young to send out a Patronus. 

Christmas was around the corner. Septima purchased decorations to make the cottage look festive. Usually, she would go to Septimus’s house for the holidays, but she wanted Hermione’s first real Christmas to be in their home. 
In school, Hermione struggled again. She panicked because Ginny and the other girls talked about what they were getting their parents for Christmas. 
Hermione’s distress was obvious to her teacher. She suggested to Hermione that she make something meaningful for her mum. 
That day, she met up with Snape for her potions’ lesson. She asked if they could make a Christmas Treat for her mother. 
“If I recall correctly, she liked ginger newts and treacle tarts when we were younger,” he mused. 
“Can we make both?” asked Hermione.  
“I think we can,” said Snape.