Summoned to Middle Earth

Chapter 2

Ch. 2

Hermione had asked Gandalf, if they could go somewhere and talk for a little bit; she was still having trouble about being in a room with a bunch of men, who were nearly her height and it was kind of spooking her.

The old wizard asked, "What is it Miss Granger?"

"No offence sir, but why I am so short and nearly the same height as the Dwarves?"

"Well you see; Hermione, the men folk as many people on Middle Earth will say about your kind, are much taller than they were on Earth. Men like Severus Snape would have been on a slightly shorter end of most men in this world."

Hermione sighed, "Then why are you taller here?"

"Because I was reborn into this world, you were merely sent here to help and to live out the rest of your days here, because there is no way for you to go back."

What the two did not know, was that Thorin and Balin were listening into their conversation. It has pleased Thorin to know that Hermione would be staying in Middle Earth.

Hermione had closed her eyes, "So I wouldn't see Harry and Ron again?"

Gandalf smiled, "I'm afraid that it was time for your two friends to live life, on their own."

"But we were in a middle of war! How can I live with myself knowing that I wasn't there to see the outcome of it all?"

"Well that is something that I can help you with. Harry Potter had to die in order for Lord Voldemort to die, for you see; Harry was a Horcrux."

"WHAT," screeched Hermione. "What do you mean he was a Horcrux?"

Everyone that was within the Hobbit home was listening in now.

Gandalf sighed, "When Tom went to the home of Lily and James Potter; Lily stepped in front of the killing curse to save her son, and when it was time for the Dark Lord to kill of Harry, the curse rebounded and hit Tom. But since he had already had Horcruxes made a peace of his soul had found the last living being in the room and latch itself to Harry. That is why Harry was able to have visions and knew what Voldemort was doing."

"Oh Harry," whimpered Hermione, "No wonder he wanted Ron and I to not go with him when we went on the hunt for those God awful things."

Meany of the Dwarves could not imagine the things that Hermione had experienced before coming to them, but understood of wanting to finish a fight that you had started in the first place.

Gandalf spoke up from all the things that went across the young woman's head, "I know that I have sent you to come here to help upon this quest, but I will tell you that fate has big plans for you. It is much better than what it was upon Earth."

Hermione smirked, "I guess it's a good thing that my parents don't know that I'm their child. Before the end of last summer; I had wiped my parents' brains of any knowledge of me, or they could have been killed by the other side. I wasn't going to allow anything to happen to them. It was a sacrifice that I was willing to live with. Knowing that they're alive, but not knowing who I was."

"I'm sorry that you had to grow up at a tender age of eleven Hermione, but I am grateful that Mr. Potter had a friend like you to help him, when he had needed it the most." With a smile; he went on to say, "I think it would be wise, if you transfigure your clothes into something that would blend to this world. We wouldn't want others outside of this company to know that you're a witch from another world, now do we?"

Hermione giggle a little, "No Gandalf, which would the worst thing to happen for this world. Would someone tell me where the nearest bathroom is?"

Bilbo Baggins had come around the corner and led her to the bathroom, where she was able to transfigure many of the clothes that she had on her, and cast a Cleaning Charm upon all of them. Then she had gotten dressed in some black trousers, black boots, a white poet looking shirt, and a black leather vest upon that. She even put on sage wool colored cloak with a silver clasp. She was about to head out of the bathroom; when she heard a voice coming from her beg, she reached into it and found that the voice was coming from the mirror that she had gotten from the Shrieking Shake, and found a face that she was not expecting.

"What trouble have you found yourself in now, girl?"

"Professor Snape," gasped Hermione.

"Who else would have it been. My soul has locked itself within the mirror. A mirror that was once of my mother's and I have no idea of why you would have it?"

"I'm sorry professor, but I had found it upon the floor; next to your body, and I wasn't going to allow a good looking mirror to get broken or anything."

"Indeed," sighed Severus. "Now tell me of what you have found yourself in?"

Hermione had told him what she knew of what was going on. Once she had ended; she asked, "Should I allow Dumbledore know that you're here too?"

"No; not right now. I need for you to keep your eyes and hear open and learn what you can about this place that you were sent to, there may be a lot of dangers going around. A lot more than just a dragon that took the Dwarves homeland, that is."

Hermione was starting to feel better after talking to her old potions professor; he seemed to be the voice of wisdom, even during the time of trouble, but there was something that she needed to ask, "Why did you have to kill Dumbledore? Were you still helping our side, even while you were a Death Eater?"

"You should ask Albus when you have a chance, but not in front of others. It's not for them to hear."

"Understood; sir."

"Good, now I think it's time for you to get out of this bathroom and mingle among the others and learn, and sadly it's time for me to be back in your beg."

Hermione could only give him a smile before sending the mirror back into her beg, and left the bathroom; where she was faced with Gandalf with a knowing look. "We will talk later, my dear."

She could only nod and made her way into what looks like the living room and sat down upon one of the chair. As Hermione looked around, she had noticed that most of the Dwarves were smoking with their smoking pipes. It was when she heard Thorin starting singing with others joining him, with his deep baritone voice.

"Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep, and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To seek the pale enchanted gold."

Hermione's ears had picked up upon the words.

"The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In places deep, where dark things sleep,

In hollow halls beneath the fells."

They were singing about their homeland.

"For ancient king and elvish lord,

There many a gleaming golden hoard

They shaped and wrought, and light they caught

To hide in gems on hilt of sword."

To Hermione it had sounded like a legend that was upon their gold and weapons.

"On silver necklaces they strung

The flowering stars, on crowns they hung

The dragon-fire, in twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day,

To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves

And harps of gold; where no man delves

There lay they long, and many a song

Was sung unheard by men or elves."

Hermione had to ask herself, 'Is this another blinded prophecy that I don't know about?'

"The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red, it flaming spread;

The trees like torches blazed with light."

Hermione was picturing a dragon, which would send the world into a fury fire.

"The bells were ringing in the dale

And men looked up with faces pale;

Then dragon's ire more fierce than fire

Laid low their towers and houses frail."

Hermione had closed her eyes, as she pictured as people were running for their lives.

"The mountain smoked beneath the moon;

The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.

They fled their hall to dying fall

Beneath his feet, beneath the moon."

Hermione could still hear Thorin's voice above the rest of the Dwarves, and heard his longing for his home.

"Far over the misty mountains grim

To dungeons deep and caverns dim

We must away, ere break of day,

To win our harps and gold from him!"

As Hermione heard the last cords of the song; she had not noticed that she had drifted to sleep, but felt someone lifting her up and put her upon their lap. As that person had wrapped their big thick arms around her waist and laid her heard upon their shoulder, as she kept drifting off to sleep. She had a feeling that the person that was holding her was Thorin, but she had no idea why she had believed that he or any of the other Dwarves would have had her upon their laps to begin with.

xXx

Thorin was indeed the Dwarf that had put Hermione upon his lap; he wanted to have Hermione Granger at his side and learn more about her as he could, and the only way to do that was to have her next to him. He was mainly a light sleeper; so it would give him some knowledge if she were to start talking in her sleep, but he had to wait a little while as his company was getting ready for bed themselves. Since they were in the Shire and in a Hobbit home; no one would up to keep watch that night, so all he had to do was wait a little longer before he did anything.

It had taken ten minutes for his men to fall asleep, and during those ten minutes he had wondered of what questions he would ask her, as she slept and he settled for a couple to start with.

Thorin leaned down to where his mouth was near her ear and said, "Hermione."

"Hmm," she answered.

"Whose side are you on?"

"T-the side th-at is good."

Thorin had to think about what he was doing, was he acting upon good intentions about gaining his homelands, or was he doing it for some other kind of motive.

"Are you able to kill, in order to save others?"

"Y-yes, I ha-ve done it once, will do it a-gain."

At least a part of him was please to know that he was right that she had truly had gone through a warzone of her own and was willing to kill. Then another thought had come to him.

He asked, "What were you doing that had caused you to ride a dragon?"

"I wa-as breaking out of a ba-nk. Try-ing to get away from bad people, who want-ed to kill me and my friends. So I being smart, thought of a dragon before me and jump-ed upon it and flew away."

Thorin had to chuckle; he could not imagine doing something like that in order to save himself, dragons were nothing good to begin with. He would have to wait until morning to find out more. He was moving to make himself comfortable but moved the fabric that was covering her left arm up, to where he saw something red and a part of her skin. It was when he saw that something was carved into her arm from a very ugly sharp knife. He had found the carving of Mudblood, upon her arm; this caused him the panic a bit and looked around for the wizard to ask him about it.

Thorin found Gandalf still away and moving around the hallway of the house and hissed for him to come over. Once the wizard was next to them, Thorin shown him the mark.

"What does it mean, Gandalf?"

The grey wizard sighed, "It means Thorin that Hermione was tortured and not that long ago from the looks of things." Then Hermione's body started shaking very violently, "Along with the Cruciatus Curse too."

"The what?"

Gandalf hated talking to people that really did not know anything about the wizarding world from Earth. "It is the torture curse, which means that your body things that it's being stabbed by tinny knives and hitting you all over your body at once, along with the feeling of an electric eel, which is shocking you as you feel these tinny knives stabbing you."

Thorin was angry; he looked like he was going to eat the people who hurt the young woman, and asked, "What does the word on her arm mean?"

"In the world that Hermione is from; people who are born of magic parents are the kings of the world, while the people who were born of no magical parents are nothing but slaves. Mudblood is a term that the purebloods would use for 'dirty blood', and I for one don't believe that Hermione is anything like that. She has more knowledge than a library at times, but she is worth all the gold in the world, if were up to me."

Thorin was glad that the old wizard had helped him understand, but he was not happy that she had to go through the things that she had to. "Is there a way to find out, who had done this to her?"

Gandalf with a grim look upon his face, "There is, but I think it would be best to wait until she is a wake to find out about it. Because if I had tried to do what I know, it could cause bad nightmares to where she could end up hurting you; without knowing that you are a friend and not the one who had hurt her."

Thorin sighed, "Understood. I think it's time for us to get some sleep. I do want to head out at first light."

"Agreed," stated Gandalf. Then the wizard went off to get some sleep, as Thorin sat where he was, as he too, fell asleep.


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