The Half-Blood Witch - 10
Title: The Half-Blood Witch
Series: Harry Potter x Percy Jackson
Main Characters: Hermione Granger and Percy Jackson
Pairings: Hermione x Percy with a very strong and confusing Hermione x Nico flair
Rating: R (most likely will go up)
Genre: Romance, Adventure, Family
Warnings: Limes (mild smut), Coarse language, strong undertones of incest between Gods (meh) and Percy's mouth
Summary: She always knew there was something different about her. Now, Hermione Granger will being to understand what it truly means to be a half-blood
10
By: Banana Flavored Eskimo
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Surreal.
She wasn’t sure if that word properly encompassed all that she was feeling at the moment, but she supposed that it was the closest she could get to describe the overwhelming sensations running through her.
Godric’s Hallow.
The last time she had been here, she and Harry had narrowly escaped death.
Then again, this wasn’t truly Godric’s Hallow was it?
It was easy to forget that she was currently in the Underworld for the cheery little home before her looked absolutely vibrant with life.
A small child crossed her path, his laughter absolutely infectious as he spread his arms wide and played as only a child could.
“Hermione?”
Turning around, she caught sight of a devilishly handsome man. His windswept raven tresses were tousled in a carelessly sexy manner. His lithe frame was covered in leather and tattoos and she couldn’t find herself looking away from his intense grey eyes…
“Sirius!”
The name fell from her lips in a mixture of joy and absolute shock. However, it didn’t hinder her from launching herself at the ex-con as she burst into hysterical tears.
Hades - her father - had said that Sirius had wished to see her. She just hadn’t the time to wrap her mind around all the emotions this meeting would bring.
“Merlin angel. Keep pressing up against me like that and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Hermione simply laughed at the flattering compliment because it was so very inappropriate and so very Sirius. Had she any doubts this man not be him, they were easily erased with his words.
Only Sirius Black could offend and flatter someone all in one breath.
“Seriously Hermione. I have missed you angel.”
“Sirius! Merlin! I-I…”
“Hey now. Wipe those tears lovely. You know that angels don’t cry.”
Hermione shook her head as she pulled back from the wizard. “I missed you too.”
Sirius simply placed a kiss upon the crown of her head and brought the young witch back into his firm embrace.
For all his swagger and bravado, Sirius was incredibly caring once you got past his barriers.
Hermione had saved him when she was a simple third year. He could still remember her addressing him as “Mr. Black.” He had laughed deeply at that one and it was the first true laugh he had given since he had been locked up.
“Robbing the cradle now are we Pads?”
Sirius merely waved a hand in some semblance of a rude gesture. He really didn’t want to let the young woman go. She was so warm and she still smelled of life…
“Harry?”
The man blinked, his hazel eyes growing wide. “You know my son?”
“Oh dear sweet Merlin,” Hermione breathed.
Sirius frowned as the witch turned in his arms and gave her full attention towards the newcomer. “Prongs, allow me to introduce Hermione Granger.”
“So she…”
Sirius set his lips into a firm line, his arms tightening around the young woman in his arms.
James frowned.
He hated revealing the truth to newly departed souls. They all reacted so differently. He sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t choose to ignore her death. He ached to hear of his son.
“Maybe you should do it Pads.”
Sirius tensed at his words.
He’d rather not, but that would be unfair to Hermione.
Days ago, he and all the other residents of the Underworld had felt a massive shift in the balance of souls. It was staggering.
Lord Hades himself had informed those of magic that had come to terms with their death of the end of a war in the magical realm.
Sirius had been absolutely stunned.
He had recklessly called out to the dark God, uncaring of the possibility of igniting his ire and asked if anyone he knew had joined the Underworld.
When he had mentioned Hermione, he had begged the mighty God to allow him to see her.
He was denied, but not entirely.
Days later, he was visited again by Hades and the God had granted him his wish if she so chose to see him.
He had never been so happy to see someone before.
Hermione was such a brilliant and loving soul and he basked in the absolute purity that seemed to radiate from her entire being. He adored it. Craved it and now that she was here in his arms he’d be a fool to let her go.
She was so warm and damn him to the deepest pit of Tartarus for wanting to keep this warmth in his arms. He prayed that it never faded.
He could care less about their age difference. Death held no number.
“Sirius? What is it that you should tell me?”
Sirius tensed. He had been so lost in thought he had completely missed James wandering off to give them a moment.
“Hermione, you’re dead.”
There.
He had said it.
Now he hoped she would accept it.
“No I’m not.”
A deep exhale escaped his lips. This was so bloody hard! He didn’t want to destroy her, but she needed to come to terms with her death!
“Hermione,” he began firmly as he held her at arms length by her shoulders. “You’re dead. We’re in the Underworld.”
“I know we’re in the Underworld Sirius. Lord Hades brought me here,” she said with exasperation. “He said that you wished to see me.”
Sirius was confused.
She knew where she was, but she didn’t accept her death?
Maybe she hit her head on the way down…
“Sirius, stop looking at me as if I’m a twit. I am alive,” she stated.
Taking his hand, she brought his large palm to rest over her heart.
Sirius was far too shocked at the rhythmic beat thumping strongly in her chest to make a crude remark. “What?”
“Apparently father conveniently did not tell you that I am still alive.”
“Father?”
Hermione smirked, her entire expression mirrioring the Lord of the Underworld far too easily. “Why Hades of course.”
Sirius did not reply.
Hermione let out a startled gasp as she watched the wizard fall into a dead faint.
Was it possible to faint when you’re already dead!?
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Lily Potter nee Evans studied the young woman that was currently being held in a firm embrace by a rather adamant looking Sirius Black.
Growing up, Sirius had always been a tactile person. He was always reaching out for contact. It was only after she learned of his family situation did she understand why.
Being so deprived from such a simple thing as human touch as a child left a lasting mark on the Black heir. When he had been sorted into Gryffindor, a place where housemates constantly patted one another on the back or exchanged hugs, he had relished in that.
It had escalated to something more mature as he realized what a handsome devil he was and he exploited it to his favor.
However, he was somewhat kind seeing as he had never made any promises to the women he came in contact with and was always the pureblooded gentlewizard despite the less than proper circumstances.
With James, Remus and - here her mouth twisted into a grimace - Peter, he had found an unyielding comradeship that he treasured beyond anything.
Now as she watched her dear friend practically melt into the embrace of the young woman in his arms, she found something that had been severely lacking with his other previous paramours: peace.
He was in such a state of absolute contentment, Lily briefly wondered if they had been involved when they had both been alive.
That thought was quickly dashed from her thoughts as the young brunette placed a comforting hand upon Sirus’ head, cradling his nape and threading her fingers through his hair soothingly.
Bliss.
There was absolutely no way to describe it. What she had mistakenly read as attraction was actually comfort.
The young woman was also very much like Sirius and also thrived on physical contact between others. However, whereas Sirius tended to let his touch wander beyond the realm of friendship, this petite witch seemed to radiate nothing but a need to bring comfort to those around her.
Oh she could see an easy romance blossoming between the two - Sirius obviously cared for her a great deal and seeing how he was looking at her in nothing but adoration she could quickly see it morphing into love.
However, it was still early.
She would see how it would develop in the future.
“So I guess I was right about the robbing the cradle part,” James commented as he stood with his arms crossed with a cheeky smirk across his lips
Hermione shot him a rather dry look. “Being dead has obviously addled your sense of observation. Sirius is my dear friend.”
“Sod off James and leave the witch and I be,” stated Sirius. He had yet to open his eyes as he sought that ever present warmth of life that seemed to stretch from her soothing fingertips and into his entire being.
Merlin this was divine.
James raised his brows at the comment from his good friend.
Well that was new. Usually Sirius was in the mood for some teasing, but he looked like he was in a state of absolute euphoria as this wild haired witch massaged his scalp with her fingertips.
“James. Leave it be. Sirius has only just awoken so allow them this time to reconnect.”
James was about to argue, but a stern look from his wife’s emerald eyes ceased his protest.
Best follow that particular look. Besides, they had all the time they needed...
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James peeked inside the room to find both occupants sprawled across his chaise in a deep slumber. Padfoot was practically spooning the child and had his face buried in that mass of hair of hers.
“Let them rest Prongs.”
James frowned as he turned towards the serene werewolf that was currently sipping at the tea his wife had prepared earlier.
“I don’t get it. Is he sweet on her? She’s a bit on the young side,” stated James with a grimace.
Make no mistake. He loved Pads, but given that she was the same age as his son didn’t sit quite well with him.
“It’s not like that James.”
“Then what is it like Mooney?”
Remus sighed.
“You need to understand that the year leading up to Sirius’ death was spent with him under house arrest at Grimmld place. He tended to retreat towards the library and that was home to our resident bookworm. Needless to say, a bond formed between the two.”
James nodded his head. “A platonic bond.”
“James this is Pads we’re talking about. Nothing he does is strictly platonic, but that’s just the way he is. Hermione, on the other hand, has always been a touchy feely sort of girl. I can’t count how many times she would hold your son in the same manner in order to offer him comfort.”
Hazel eyes widened as he finally understood. “I see.”
“War is never easy and you tend to reach for calm where you can find it. I don’t know how to explain it, but there’s just something so peaceful and pure about Hermione’s presence. It’s bliss.”
“You don’t think that Pads will try to take it to the next level do you?”
Remus snorted into his tea and quirked a brow at his friend.
James gave a lopsided grin.
What a stupid question. Of course Pads would try to take it to the next level.
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Nico merely raised a brow as he watch a small boy catch sight of him and run away in tears.
How taxing.
He hadn’t even done anything and the child started to cry.
Then again, he supposed he should have at least changed out of his training gear, but it couldn’t be helped. He wanted to speak with his sister and he wanted her now.
Striding towards the rather cheery looking home, his face was impassive as he knocked lightly upon the door.
Moments later, he was met with a fairly attractive mortal with startling green eyes. They looked somewhat familiar to him, but he could not place it.
“My Lord,” she acknowledged with a deep bow of her head.
“Lily flower,” James called, his wide smile completely disappearing upon catching sight of the demi-god standing at the threshold to his home. “Lord Nico.”
Dark eyes narrowed the slightest bit.
Now he knew exactly who this woman reminded him of. Place those eyes on his face and he would be looking at the fool that had situated himself so closely to his sister.
Lips curling the slightest bit, he stared at the two impassively. “I am here to collect Hermione.”
Lily looked positively dumbfounded, but quickly remembered her manners and stepped aside to invite the foreboding God in. “Please come in my Lord.”
James frowned as he watched the young demi-God stand rather stiffly in the foyer, his entire posture rigid as his dark eyes settled upon his own.
“Hermione is resting at this time,” Lily said as she tried to ease the awkwardness of the silence.
“Wake her.”
James almost gaped at his words, but chose to shake his head. “With all due respect my Lord, we can not. She’s tired and has only just reunited with a friend of hers.”
Nico could care less. She could always come back another day. “Where is she?”
James could feel alarm bells going off in his head. Something told him that if Nico caught sight of Hermione in Sirius’ arms would not bode well for his oldest friend. In fact, he was sure that it would earn Pads a one way ticket to Tartarus.
Nico did not like the panic that was clearly written upon this man’s face.
He had been trained by his father to read others and the expression currently playing across his features was not settling in the least.
Dark tendrils of smoke and shadow began to curl around his body as he spoke again in a chilling tone. “Take me to her now.”
Lily stepped rather gracefully into his line of sight, her entire visage the essence of calm. “My Lord. I can not allow that. Hermione is mentally exhausted from her meetings today and her emotions are in a constant spiral. She needs this rest and I will not let your obvious displeasure put her into a state of stress.”
James was both proud and weary. His Lily was an amazing woman and watching her stand up to a dark God that could send her into the deepest pits of hell reminded him why he loved this woman.
Nico, on the other hand, was impressed. This mortal woman, although slight, was courageous. He respected that.
She also brought up a good point. He knew that his sister had been through much these past few days, so what she said made perfect sense. He would take her advice with a warning.
“Very well,” Nico began, “I do not want to amplify her anxiety. However, know only because I see your true concern for my sister do I not punish you for your words. Hold well to your wife Potter. She is strong in mind and spirit.”
James bowed his head, his mind once again spiraling into incredulity.
SISTER?
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While his wife and Remus had thoroughly distracted the demi-God with a plate of sugar cookies - who knew? - and conversation, James had practically kicked his friend in the shin in order to give him a rude awakening.
Sirius keened and immediately rolled off the chaise, the girl in his arms falling to the floor and beneath his prone form.
“Bloody hell Prongs. What was that for!?”
“Get off me Sirius!”
Sirius, sensing a squirming witch beneath him, became alarmed and immediately jumped up from the poor thing that had been trapped under his body weight.
James looked sheepish. He really hadn’t thought things through when he wanted to wake them, but considering the 6’3” demi-God currently occupying his kitchen, his mind wasn’t exactly in the best state.
“Sorry there luv, let me help you up,” said Sirius as he began to reach for the witch.
“No! No, no, no!” Exclaimed James as he beat his friend to the punch and pulled the witch to her feet.
Checking her over for anything that Lord Nico could possibly misconstrue, he clicked his tongue thoughtfully.
“Care to explain why you’re so jumpy mate?”
“Oh, nothing. It could have something to do with the fact that Lord Nico is in the kitchen looking for his sister!”
Sirius’ eyes widened as he recalled his reason for unconsciousness earlier. “You weren’t taking the mickey out of me!?”
Hermione shrugged. “Why would I do that? I told you Hades is my father so of course Nico is my brother, although with all the pandemonium occurring I haven’t had time to properly meet him.”
“He’s taking the role of big brother to new heights. Better make an appearance before he finishes his cookies,” said James.
Hermione grinned brightly, the prospect of properly meeting her brother for the first time making her absolutely giddy. “Oh this is wonderful! I’ve always wanted a sibling!”
James snorted. From what he gathered from the Gods, marrying in the family was practically the norm and judging from Nico’s posture, he knew for a fact that he wanted more than just a sibling bond with the petite witch.
Sirius smiled indulgently at the excited witch. “God or no, he’s still your brother. Let’s meet this bloke and make sure he knows how to take care of the angel here.”
“Go on then Hermione. Remus is also there so I’m sure he’d love to talk with you as well,” said James with a forced smile.
Skipping out the doorway, Hermione was a ball of excitement as she made her way towards the kitchen.
Sirius made to follow, but was pulled back by the neck of his robes. “What gives Prongs!?”
“Mate, listen to me. Nico is very much the son of Hades and I’m pretty sure that Hermione is his Persephone.”
Grey eyes widened at the implication of his words and Sirius suddenly felt incredibly nauseous. Shaking his head, he caught the hazel eyed stare of his oldest and truest friend. “She’s not looking for that type of relationship.”
James merely sighed, suddenly looking incredibly tired. “I know…”
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AN: Hello darlings and welcome!
I love me some dark Nico! I really enjoyed writing this chapter and I am already in the works for the next one!
Drop me a line and tell me your thoughts would you loves?
- Banana Flavored Eskimo
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Series: Harry Potter x Percy Jackson
Main Characters: Hermione Granger and Percy Jackson
Pairings: Hermione x Percy with a very strong and confusing Hermione x Nico flair
Rating: R (most likely will go up)
Genre: Romance, Adventure, Family
Warnings: Limes (mild smut), Coarse language, strong undertones of incest between Gods (meh) and Percy's mouth
Summary: She always knew there was something different about her. Now, Hermione Granger will being to understand what it truly means to be a half-blood
10
By: Banana Flavored Eskimo
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Surreal.
She wasn’t sure if that word properly encompassed all that she was feeling at the moment, but she supposed that it was the closest she could get to describe the overwhelming sensations running through her.
Godric’s Hallow.
The last time she had been here, she and Harry had narrowly escaped death.
Then again, this wasn’t truly Godric’s Hallow was it?
It was easy to forget that she was currently in the Underworld for the cheery little home before her looked absolutely vibrant with life.
A small child crossed her path, his laughter absolutely infectious as he spread his arms wide and played as only a child could.
“Hermione?”
Turning around, she caught sight of a devilishly handsome man. His windswept raven tresses were tousled in a carelessly sexy manner. His lithe frame was covered in leather and tattoos and she couldn’t find herself looking away from his intense grey eyes…
“Sirius!”
The name fell from her lips in a mixture of joy and absolute shock. However, it didn’t hinder her from launching herself at the ex-con as she burst into hysterical tears.
Hades - her father - had said that Sirius had wished to see her. She just hadn’t the time to wrap her mind around all the emotions this meeting would bring.
“Merlin angel. Keep pressing up against me like that and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Hermione simply laughed at the flattering compliment because it was so very inappropriate and so very Sirius. Had she any doubts this man not be him, they were easily erased with his words.
Only Sirius Black could offend and flatter someone all in one breath.
“Seriously Hermione. I have missed you angel.”
“Sirius! Merlin! I-I…”
“Hey now. Wipe those tears lovely. You know that angels don’t cry.”
Hermione shook her head as she pulled back from the wizard. “I missed you too.”
Sirius simply placed a kiss upon the crown of her head and brought the young witch back into his firm embrace.
For all his swagger and bravado, Sirius was incredibly caring once you got past his barriers.
Hermione had saved him when she was a simple third year. He could still remember her addressing him as “Mr. Black.” He had laughed deeply at that one and it was the first true laugh he had given since he had been locked up.
“Robbing the cradle now are we Pads?”
Sirius merely waved a hand in some semblance of a rude gesture. He really didn’t want to let the young woman go. She was so warm and she still smelled of life…
“Harry?”
The man blinked, his hazel eyes growing wide. “You know my son?”
“Oh dear sweet Merlin,” Hermione breathed.
Sirius frowned as the witch turned in his arms and gave her full attention towards the newcomer. “Prongs, allow me to introduce Hermione Granger.”
“So she…”
Sirius set his lips into a firm line, his arms tightening around the young woman in his arms.
James frowned.
He hated revealing the truth to newly departed souls. They all reacted so differently. He sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t choose to ignore her death. He ached to hear of his son.
“Maybe you should do it Pads.”
Sirius tensed at his words.
He’d rather not, but that would be unfair to Hermione.
Days ago, he and all the other residents of the Underworld had felt a massive shift in the balance of souls. It was staggering.
Lord Hades himself had informed those of magic that had come to terms with their death of the end of a war in the magical realm.
Sirius had been absolutely stunned.
He had recklessly called out to the dark God, uncaring of the possibility of igniting his ire and asked if anyone he knew had joined the Underworld.
When he had mentioned Hermione, he had begged the mighty God to allow him to see her.
He was denied, but not entirely.
Days later, he was visited again by Hades and the God had granted him his wish if she so chose to see him.
He had never been so happy to see someone before.
Hermione was such a brilliant and loving soul and he basked in the absolute purity that seemed to radiate from her entire being. He adored it. Craved it and now that she was here in his arms he’d be a fool to let her go.
She was so warm and damn him to the deepest pit of Tartarus for wanting to keep this warmth in his arms. He prayed that it never faded.
He could care less about their age difference. Death held no number.
“Sirius? What is it that you should tell me?”
Sirius tensed. He had been so lost in thought he had completely missed James wandering off to give them a moment.
“Hermione, you’re dead.”
There.
He had said it.
Now he hoped she would accept it.
“No I’m not.”
A deep exhale escaped his lips. This was so bloody hard! He didn’t want to destroy her, but she needed to come to terms with her death!
“Hermione,” he began firmly as he held her at arms length by her shoulders. “You’re dead. We’re in the Underworld.”
“I know we’re in the Underworld Sirius. Lord Hades brought me here,” she said with exasperation. “He said that you wished to see me.”
Sirius was confused.
She knew where she was, but she didn’t accept her death?
Maybe she hit her head on the way down…
“Sirius, stop looking at me as if I’m a twit. I am alive,” she stated.
Taking his hand, she brought his large palm to rest over her heart.
Sirius was far too shocked at the rhythmic beat thumping strongly in her chest to make a crude remark. “What?”
“Apparently father conveniently did not tell you that I am still alive.”
“Father?”
Hermione smirked, her entire expression mirrioring the Lord of the Underworld far too easily. “Why Hades of course.”
Sirius did not reply.
Hermione let out a startled gasp as she watched the wizard fall into a dead faint.
Was it possible to faint when you’re already dead!?
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Lily Potter nee Evans studied the young woman that was currently being held in a firm embrace by a rather adamant looking Sirius Black.
Growing up, Sirius had always been a tactile person. He was always reaching out for contact. It was only after she learned of his family situation did she understand why.
Being so deprived from such a simple thing as human touch as a child left a lasting mark on the Black heir. When he had been sorted into Gryffindor, a place where housemates constantly patted one another on the back or exchanged hugs, he had relished in that.
It had escalated to something more mature as he realized what a handsome devil he was and he exploited it to his favor.
However, he was somewhat kind seeing as he had never made any promises to the women he came in contact with and was always the pureblooded gentlewizard despite the less than proper circumstances.
With James, Remus and - here her mouth twisted into a grimace - Peter, he had found an unyielding comradeship that he treasured beyond anything.
Now as she watched her dear friend practically melt into the embrace of the young woman in his arms, she found something that had been severely lacking with his other previous paramours: peace.
He was in such a state of absolute contentment, Lily briefly wondered if they had been involved when they had both been alive.
That thought was quickly dashed from her thoughts as the young brunette placed a comforting hand upon Sirus’ head, cradling his nape and threading her fingers through his hair soothingly.
Bliss.
There was absolutely no way to describe it. What she had mistakenly read as attraction was actually comfort.
The young woman was also very much like Sirius and also thrived on physical contact between others. However, whereas Sirius tended to let his touch wander beyond the realm of friendship, this petite witch seemed to radiate nothing but a need to bring comfort to those around her.
Oh she could see an easy romance blossoming between the two - Sirius obviously cared for her a great deal and seeing how he was looking at her in nothing but adoration she could quickly see it morphing into love.
However, it was still early.
She would see how it would develop in the future.
“So I guess I was right about the robbing the cradle part,” James commented as he stood with his arms crossed with a cheeky smirk across his lips
Hermione shot him a rather dry look. “Being dead has obviously addled your sense of observation. Sirius is my dear friend.”
“Sod off James and leave the witch and I be,” stated Sirius. He had yet to open his eyes as he sought that ever present warmth of life that seemed to stretch from her soothing fingertips and into his entire being.
Merlin this was divine.
James raised his brows at the comment from his good friend.
Well that was new. Usually Sirius was in the mood for some teasing, but he looked like he was in a state of absolute euphoria as this wild haired witch massaged his scalp with her fingertips.
“James. Leave it be. Sirius has only just awoken so allow them this time to reconnect.”
James was about to argue, but a stern look from his wife’s emerald eyes ceased his protest.
Best follow that particular look. Besides, they had all the time they needed...
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James peeked inside the room to find both occupants sprawled across his chaise in a deep slumber. Padfoot was practically spooning the child and had his face buried in that mass of hair of hers.
“Let them rest Prongs.”
James frowned as he turned towards the serene werewolf that was currently sipping at the tea his wife had prepared earlier.
“I don’t get it. Is he sweet on her? She’s a bit on the young side,” stated James with a grimace.
Make no mistake. He loved Pads, but given that she was the same age as his son didn’t sit quite well with him.
“It’s not like that James.”
“Then what is it like Mooney?”
Remus sighed.
“You need to understand that the year leading up to Sirius’ death was spent with him under house arrest at Grimmld place. He tended to retreat towards the library and that was home to our resident bookworm. Needless to say, a bond formed between the two.”
James nodded his head. “A platonic bond.”
“James this is Pads we’re talking about. Nothing he does is strictly platonic, but that’s just the way he is. Hermione, on the other hand, has always been a touchy feely sort of girl. I can’t count how many times she would hold your son in the same manner in order to offer him comfort.”
Hazel eyes widened as he finally understood. “I see.”
“War is never easy and you tend to reach for calm where you can find it. I don’t know how to explain it, but there’s just something so peaceful and pure about Hermione’s presence. It’s bliss.”
“You don’t think that Pads will try to take it to the next level do you?”
Remus snorted into his tea and quirked a brow at his friend.
James gave a lopsided grin.
What a stupid question. Of course Pads would try to take it to the next level.
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Nico merely raised a brow as he watch a small boy catch sight of him and run away in tears.
How taxing.
He hadn’t even done anything and the child started to cry.
Then again, he supposed he should have at least changed out of his training gear, but it couldn’t be helped. He wanted to speak with his sister and he wanted her now.
Striding towards the rather cheery looking home, his face was impassive as he knocked lightly upon the door.
Moments later, he was met with a fairly attractive mortal with startling green eyes. They looked somewhat familiar to him, but he could not place it.
“My Lord,” she acknowledged with a deep bow of her head.
“Lily flower,” James called, his wide smile completely disappearing upon catching sight of the demi-god standing at the threshold to his home. “Lord Nico.”
Dark eyes narrowed the slightest bit.
Now he knew exactly who this woman reminded him of. Place those eyes on his face and he would be looking at the fool that had situated himself so closely to his sister.
Lips curling the slightest bit, he stared at the two impassively. “I am here to collect Hermione.”
Lily looked positively dumbfounded, but quickly remembered her manners and stepped aside to invite the foreboding God in. “Please come in my Lord.”
James frowned as he watched the young demi-God stand rather stiffly in the foyer, his entire posture rigid as his dark eyes settled upon his own.
“Hermione is resting at this time,” Lily said as she tried to ease the awkwardness of the silence.
“Wake her.”
James almost gaped at his words, but chose to shake his head. “With all due respect my Lord, we can not. She’s tired and has only just reunited with a friend of hers.”
Nico could care less. She could always come back another day. “Where is she?”
James could feel alarm bells going off in his head. Something told him that if Nico caught sight of Hermione in Sirius’ arms would not bode well for his oldest friend. In fact, he was sure that it would earn Pads a one way ticket to Tartarus.
Nico did not like the panic that was clearly written upon this man’s face.
He had been trained by his father to read others and the expression currently playing across his features was not settling in the least.
Dark tendrils of smoke and shadow began to curl around his body as he spoke again in a chilling tone. “Take me to her now.”
Lily stepped rather gracefully into his line of sight, her entire visage the essence of calm. “My Lord. I can not allow that. Hermione is mentally exhausted from her meetings today and her emotions are in a constant spiral. She needs this rest and I will not let your obvious displeasure put her into a state of stress.”
James was both proud and weary. His Lily was an amazing woman and watching her stand up to a dark God that could send her into the deepest pits of hell reminded him why he loved this woman.
Nico, on the other hand, was impressed. This mortal woman, although slight, was courageous. He respected that.
She also brought up a good point. He knew that his sister had been through much these past few days, so what she said made perfect sense. He would take her advice with a warning.
“Very well,” Nico began, “I do not want to amplify her anxiety. However, know only because I see your true concern for my sister do I not punish you for your words. Hold well to your wife Potter. She is strong in mind and spirit.”
James bowed his head, his mind once again spiraling into incredulity.
SISTER?
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While his wife and Remus had thoroughly distracted the demi-God with a plate of sugar cookies - who knew? - and conversation, James had practically kicked his friend in the shin in order to give him a rude awakening.
Sirius keened and immediately rolled off the chaise, the girl in his arms falling to the floor and beneath his prone form.
“Bloody hell Prongs. What was that for!?”
“Get off me Sirius!”
Sirius, sensing a squirming witch beneath him, became alarmed and immediately jumped up from the poor thing that had been trapped under his body weight.
James looked sheepish. He really hadn’t thought things through when he wanted to wake them, but considering the 6’3” demi-God currently occupying his kitchen, his mind wasn’t exactly in the best state.
“Sorry there luv, let me help you up,” said Sirius as he began to reach for the witch.
“No! No, no, no!” Exclaimed James as he beat his friend to the punch and pulled the witch to her feet.
Checking her over for anything that Lord Nico could possibly misconstrue, he clicked his tongue thoughtfully.
“Care to explain why you’re so jumpy mate?”
“Oh, nothing. It could have something to do with the fact that Lord Nico is in the kitchen looking for his sister!”
Sirius’ eyes widened as he recalled his reason for unconsciousness earlier. “You weren’t taking the mickey out of me!?”
Hermione shrugged. “Why would I do that? I told you Hades is my father so of course Nico is my brother, although with all the pandemonium occurring I haven’t had time to properly meet him.”
“He’s taking the role of big brother to new heights. Better make an appearance before he finishes his cookies,” said James.
Hermione grinned brightly, the prospect of properly meeting her brother for the first time making her absolutely giddy. “Oh this is wonderful! I’ve always wanted a sibling!”
James snorted. From what he gathered from the Gods, marrying in the family was practically the norm and judging from Nico’s posture, he knew for a fact that he wanted more than just a sibling bond with the petite witch.
Sirius smiled indulgently at the excited witch. “God or no, he’s still your brother. Let’s meet this bloke and make sure he knows how to take care of the angel here.”
“Go on then Hermione. Remus is also there so I’m sure he’d love to talk with you as well,” said James with a forced smile.
Skipping out the doorway, Hermione was a ball of excitement as she made her way towards the kitchen.
Sirius made to follow, but was pulled back by the neck of his robes. “What gives Prongs!?”
“Mate, listen to me. Nico is very much the son of Hades and I’m pretty sure that Hermione is his Persephone.”
Grey eyes widened at the implication of his words and Sirius suddenly felt incredibly nauseous. Shaking his head, he caught the hazel eyed stare of his oldest and truest friend. “She’s not looking for that type of relationship.”
James merely sighed, suddenly looking incredibly tired. “I know…”
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AN: Hello darlings and welcome!
I love me some dark Nico! I really enjoyed writing this chapter and I am already in the works for the next one!
Drop me a line and tell me your thoughts would you loves?
- Banana Flavored Eskimo
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