Time Changes All Things: Now Complete

Thanks to Nicole, the most understanding and helpful beta in the world. Thanks must also go to
Somebodyinthedark who helped me come up with the ideas for Hermione’s new powers; he gave life to her new magic.
Chapter 18: Meet the other Woman

The screech could be heard throughout the bowels of the castle.

“Why can’t I do magic?” Hermione stood there holding her wand limply in her hand.

“What happened to me, Tom? What did you forget to tell me?” Hermione wearing a mask of fury threw her wand at Tom. The wand hit Tom square in the chest.

Tom, the loving boyfriend, was losing the war against the Dark Lord, Voldemort. Trying to squelch the intense ire from Hermione’s temper tantrum, Tom turned his back to her.

“What the fuck is going on?” Hermione screamed at him.

Whipping around in a fury, Tom roughly grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and shoved her against the wall. As she slammed hard into the wall, Hermione realized that she had pushed him too far.
Tom stood there holding her in a bruising grip, “It happened that night, as soon as you were attacked.”
He conveyed the information slowly as he stared at her intently, “The bastard who was behind all of this, he confessed what he did…right before I ripped his head off,” Tom stood there with teeth clenched, breathing hard, making Hermione cower.

Feeling the nausea rise in her throat, the harsh reality of who she was in love with struck her hard. Tom had killed other people, her attackers, even though it was in her defense.

With a heaving chest, trying to suck in enough air to breathe after hearing this news, Hermione pushed against Tom, “I just want to know why I am no longer able to do magic.” The tears were making a wet path down her face. “I am no better than a squib.”

“Will you calm down enough so that we can go sit down and discuss this?” Tom emphasized his words by moving her head to look at him straight in the face. “You need a clear head to understand what I am about to detail for you.”

Hermione nodded her head and with a sneer shrugged Tom’s hand away. As she flounced herself on the bed, she crossed her arms and looked up at Tom as the silent tears continued to cascade down her cheeks landing in her lap.

Tom gave a big sigh and sat down next to Hermione. “Your attackers planned ahead to disable your magic as soon as they attacked you.” Tom picked up her small hand to grasp in his rather large ones. “There was a potion…now before you ask about it…” Tom could tell that she was ready to question him about the name as she sat there with mouth open, “We don’t know what it was. All that we know is that it extinguished your ability to do magic.”

Hermione gave a panicked laugh, “So I was right,” she moaned painfully, “The powerful Dark Lord has a squib for a girlfriend! You might as well go out and kill me now; I am no use for you or your cause!”

Tom gobsmacked by her response didn’t know whether to smack her across the face or hug her to him; he stood and walked over to her and gently gave her a hug.

“There is a way, love,” he soothed her with his soft voice and rubbing soft circles on her back, “There is only one way to get your magic and power back.”

With a questioning look, Hermione raised her head to listen to what Tom had to say.
“Do you remember that I spoke to you about the Goddess, Flamina?”

Hermione grunted, “How could I forget her...huh?” and she shot off an angry stare at him.

Tom shook his head at her sarcasm, “She is giving you a chance to be a powerful witch again… you don’t have to be so stubborn.”

“So…” Hermione asked in a disgusted voice, “Does she want my soul too?”

Slamming his fist into the wall Tom confronted Hermione, “You have to decide whether you want to live your life as a squib,” Tom quirked his eyebrow at her, “Or do you want to once again become the powerful witch that was prophesied to be my mate and the mother of my child?”

Hermione shaking her head complained, “There has to be another way to reverse the effects of the potion,” As she voiced disapproval at Tom and Flamina’s plan.

“Hermione, we don’t even know the bloody name of the concoction that they forced you to swallow.” Tom ran his fingers through his hair. “Well, what is your decision?” and he shook his hand which he had bruised when he had slammed it into the wall. Hermione sat stone faced not reacting to what Tom had said.

“Frankly, “he said gruffly, “I don’t see that you really have a choice.” With one more look at Hermione, as she sat quietly in her dissent, Tom sighed and left the room.

Hermione looked at the closed door and spoke out loud, “If I don’t do this I’m going to lose Tom,” she knew that Tom was right, she really did have no choice. “It looks like Flamina has won again.” She jumped off of her bed and hurried out of her room to run after Tom.

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Bursting through the door to his bedroom Tom threw his robes off tossing them on the floor and kicked off his shoes. “Why does she have to be so pigheaded?” he started unbuttoning his white school shirt and deposited that and his trousers on the floor next to his school robes.

Lying on the bed, in his dark green silk boxers, he closed his eyes contemplating on this dilemma. He knew that Hermione needed to come on her own to Flamina, or she would never accept whatever Flamina had in store for her. He had tried to force his inflexible mate into doing his will before, and it always seemed to bring fights and disasters. What kind of a Dark Lord was he if he couldn’t even control his own girlfriend?

The door flung open and he heard a gasp, “Why are your clothes off?”

Opening his eyes he grinned up at Hermione, “So what do I owe the pleasure of your company at this time of night?” He boldly pressed his luck with her, “I thought you wanted to be left alone in your room to sulk about your fate as a squib.”

“Umm…” she hesitated, ignoring his attempt to annoy her, and she continued staring at Tom, looking just as regal in his boxers as he did when wearing his dress robes, “I…have made a decision…” she said not able to take her eyes off of his chest and the silky boxes that didn’t hide how he was feeling at the moment.

Tom noticing her unease crossed his arms over his chest and crossed his ankles and lazily smirked up at her.

“Yes…I was just thinking about that, I...” she said distracted by Tom’s movements on the bed.

“Are you getting ready for bed?” Hermione asked getting a glassy look in her eyes as she let her sight travel up and down Tom’s long, lithe form.

“Oh, Hermione, “he drawled at her as he put his hands behind his head, making his chest muscles puff out even more, “You know me well enough to know that I wear nothing at all to bed.” Tom put his hand on the band of his boxers and started to pull them down, “I was just getting ready to turn in,” and he swiftly pulled his boxers all the way off.

Hermione stood there and gaped at her very naked boyfriend, noticing how his cock was becoming stiffer and longer the more she stood there staring at him. Tom was trying hard to control himself knowing that they needed to talk even though his body wanted something else.

As Hermione bit her lip, feeling the heat pooling in her core and her knickers becoming wet, she closed her eyes and started talking again. “I thought about it…” Tom tried hard not to laugh out loud as he watched Hermione stand there with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. It was fun for him to see her squirming as she tried to spit out what she was trying to say to him.

“Tom…I think…I want to at least give…Flamina an opportunity to divulge what she has designed for me and us so…” Tom burst out laughing at Hermione’s speech.

She opened her eyes and stomped her feet, “I am serious, Tom…I want to talk to her…I agree with you that this is the only way.”

Tom smiled up at her and opened his arms for her to come to him. She beamed back at him and leapt onto the bed. She crawled over to him and threw her arms around his neck. As they snogged on the bed Hermione’s clothes joined Tom’s on the floor. She locked her legs around Tom’s waist and sat fully on Tom‘s length. Tom’s hands traveled up Hermione’s breasts and circled her nipples as he sucked on the side of her long neck. As they rocked together in their lovers dance, Tom plunged into his woman’s core and soon brought them both to that pinnacle of completion.

As Hermione lay on Tom’s chest she looked into Tom’s eyes, “You are mine and I will never lose you to anyone or anything. “ She leaned forward to kiss Tom again. “I will do anything to assure that we will always be together…even if that means I have to talk... to Flamina.”

Tom ran his hand up Hermione’s arm and to her flushed face, “Thank you…I knew that you would see my reasoning.” then he lifted her hand up to kiss the Eternal Flame tattoo on her palm.

“When can we talk to her, Tom?” Hermione asked anxiously.

“I believe that we can take care of this tomorrow night,” Tom told her, “we will be going down to the Chamber of Secrets to communicate with her.”

Hermione shook her head, “I really don’t want to go down there,” she said and started chewing on her fingernail. “It sounds like a scary, creepy place.”

“Nothing will happen to you in the chamber…except you will get your magic back,” Tom hugged her close to him. “Let’s go to sleep now…it’s too late to have you wandering around...especially in your current state of undress.” Tom snickered.

They snuggled down in the bed .Hermione fell asleep wrapped in her lover’s arms, trying not to think about Flamina, the chamber and the monster that lived down there.

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“Tom, I don’t like it down here.” Hermione grasped his hand tightly. Being in the Chamber of Secrets was very eerie for Hermione. Harry had recounted many times for his friends about his near death experience in the chamber. Just knowing that the basilisk, that Harry killed in the future, was still alive now, made Hermione’s stomach turn. Would the basilisks sense Hermione’s bloodline and come to attack her, especially now that she was without her magic?
She tried to remain calm and trust in the fact that Tom had complete control over his basilisk. It’s not like she could question him about the basilisk.

It smelled funny down in the chamber and she was very jumpy. “What is wrong, Hermione?” Tom squeezed her hand in reassurance that all was well, “I am here…you are safe.” Tom knew that Hermione had been rather on edge ever since she had awoken from her coma.

They came to the mouth of the statue of Salazar Slytherin. Hermione looked up in awe as she thought of Harry standing there, on the top of the statue, where he had killed the basilisk. Looking around more, she noticed an altar like the one that had been used during her initiation.

“So how do we summon Flamina?” Hermione was curious what the procedure was to speak to a Goddess.

Taking off his robes he motioned for Hermione to come and stand by him, “Take your robes off, love…we need to kneel here in submission or she won’t listen to our pleas.” Hermione was puzzled at this request, but complied. As they knelt, they held hands so their Eternal Flames tattoos were touching.

With a lowered head Tom yelled out, “Oh great Goddess Flamina,” Hermione jumped again as Tom shouted out, “We are here to ask of you another request.” Hermione bowed her head, but peeked with one eye to see if anything was happening.
“If you do not help us the prophecy will never be fulfilled.” Tom bellowed out in a pleading tone.

As a breeze swept past them, the strong scent of Kyphi oil filled the chamber. Hermione looked up when she heard the sound of feminine laughter. There, standing in front of them was the most beautiful women Hermione had ever beheld; with her long, dark hair reaching her waist, gorgeous big eyes and full, colored lips. Hermione stood there agog.

Flamina swayed over to Tom, now standing, and she placed her well manicured nails on Tom’s chest. “Well, if it isn’t the powerful Lord Voldemort calling for me once again,” she said as she now ran her hands through Tom’s thick, hair.

A gasp could be heard coming from Hermione. Tom looked nervously at Hermione thinking she was reacting to Flamina’s bold manhandling of him. In truth, she was shocked that she had not been informed that now Tom was being addressed as Lord Voldemort. What else had happened while she had been in her coma? The next thing she would hear is that the Knights were probably going to be called Death Eaters.

“Ahh,” said Flamina in a sticky sweet voice, “This must be Hermione,” and she walked over to her to cup her cheek in her hand. Hermione stood, holding deathly still as she stared at Flamina. “Where are your manners, child?” Flamina asked mockingly.

Tom looked at her nudging Hermione in the arm, “Address her, Hermione…please,” Tom insisted. Timidly, Hermione whispered, “Hello, Flamina.”

Looking at Hermione, as if inspecting her from head to toe, she gave a sly grin. “So you are the prophesied mate for Lord Voldemort?” Hermione felt very inadequate as she stood next to Flamina. Not only was she five inches shorter than her, but Flamina was indeed dressed like a Goddess. Flamina wore a gorgeous white dress with beaded embellished straps and an empire waist. Beads also dripped down to the ground towards the floor making her shine in the light. The back of the dress was sexy, low and open. With a sweetheart neckline emphasizing her large breasts, the fitted shape of the gown flattered her curves while flowing around her feet.

Flamina slinked her way back to Tom pressing herself flat against him while she wound her arms around Tom’s neck. “What does my handsome servant need now?” she inquired as she wriggled her body against Toms.

Hermione felt the steam emanating from her body; what kind of a relationship did Tom really have with Flamina? Hermione could hardly breathe as she watched Flamina undulate her sexy body up against Tom. What did this woman want to do with her man? Reaching out, she grabbed Tom’s arm and pulled him to her knocking Flamina back into the altar. Flamina sent a cunning look Hermione’s way. The battle apparently was on between the two women for Tom’s attention.

Hermione sent daggers Flamina’s way. Goddess or not…she did not like the open way Flamina was touching Tom.
“Tsk, tsk, my little Hermione,” Flamina said in a patronizing tone, “is that any way to act towards the woman who will make all of your dreams come true?”

Hermione tried to think of the words to express how she was feeling. “You were touching him,” Hermione cried out bitterly.

Acting innocent, Flamina fluttered her eyelashes, “Touching who, Hermione?”

Hermione clenched her fists and shook them by her side, “you know who I am speaking of…Tom is my man, my mate!”

Flamina gave a high shrill laugh, “Oh, but you are wrong,” she marched up to Hermione, “Tom…Lord Voldemort …he belongs to me!” grabbing Hermione’s face with her long fingers, she pressed hard into the young woman’s face, “You will remember your place, my dear,” and she leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Miss Granger”. Giving Hermione a glare, she noticed the fear cross her face, “I have the power now and you will listen to me.” Hermione opened her mouth to speak until she recognized the no-nonsense fire sparking in Flamina’s eyes.

“It was you…wasn’t it? Hermione narrowed her eyes towards Flamina.
“You were the one who spoke to me while I was asleep in the coma.”

Flamina smiled at Hermione, “Yes, my dear, it was I.”

Tom looked from Flamina to Hermione with great surprise. Hermione had never mentioned any encounter happening in her sleep.

“Do you remember what we discussed?” Flamina walked over to Hermione and shot a piercing gaze at her.

Flustered, Hermione stared at the ground, “Yes…I remember,” and looking up she returned Flamina’s penetrating stare. “What do I need to do?”

Tom listening carefully also wondered what kind of agreement had taken place between the two women in his life.

“It is time that we discussed the terms of our agreement.” Looking towards Tom she flicked her wrist at him, “Sleep,” and Tom fell to the ground. Hermione shocked at Flamina’s action, bent down to check Tom’s pulse.

“He’s still alive, my dear,” Flamina laughed, “What is said must be kept between the two of us.”

Hermione ran her hand over Tom’s forehead with worry, “Are you sure he is fine…he looks so still.”

Flamina gave her low, sultry laugh again, “Yes…your lover will be returned to normal after we speak. But now, let’s discuss you, Hermione…Granger”

Sucking in her breath at hearing her real name, Hermione leaned back against the altar, “Talk, Flamina,” she said challengingly, ‘’what must I do? I need Tom in my life…he is all that I have.” Her voice trailed off softly.

“Take a seat,” Flamina directed, so Hermione looked around and hopped up onto the altar and crossed her legs.

“So, getting back to our little agreement, “Flamina stopped in front of Hermione, “You made a promise to me while you were sleeping and hiding in the darkness.” She paused to see Hermione’s response

Hermione looked off to the side, noticing Flamina standing tall and proud “I do remember….I committed to stand by Tom and help him anyway that I can.” Hermione jumped down off of the altar. “But I cannot help him if I am a squib!”

Flamina wanted to clap her hands and jump for joy to finally see some life and fire in Hermione. This was the woman who was worthy of her servant, not something meek and docile.

“My magic was taken away from me…by a potion we have no name for it.” Hermione tried explaining the situation to Flamina. “Tom said that you have the power to reverse the effects and help me restore my powerful magic.”

Flamina turned around, “Are you sure you are going to be able to handle the powers I will give to you?” Flamina rushed back to her, “My first gift to you is a powerful use of your mind.” Flamina’s eyes lit up as she bestowed this information to Hermione. “You will be able to use your mind to control and defeat very powerful wizards.”
Flamina then gave a big smile, “You will become a master of Occlumency, which will be able to secure your little secret, “she gestured towards Tom, “Even from him.”

“More importantly, you will become the Mistress of Deception.” Hermione stared at Flamina in wide-eyed expectation, “You will acquire the power of fouling your enemies mind; creating false images that will make them suffer from a very uncomfortable hallucination.”

Hermione was transfixed as Flamina was talking, she could not believe that she would have powers such as this to have control over another’s mind.

“Hermione, let me give you an example, if you are dueling with a powerful wizard that you can’t overpower with your strength, you will use your gifts to create an illusion in which the wizard or witch is bound, gagged and tortured.” Flamina came up and grabbed Hermione’s hands, “Your enemy will appear weak, and defenseless; when in reality only the poor wizard’s brain will think he or she is being punished by let’s say, the Cruciatus curse.”

Flamina by this time, was so worked up she was flushed looking like she had just been running through the chamber; “The enemy’s body will not be harmed at all, but will feel all of the pain that could be forced on a body.”
Flamina looked very pleased at her plan. Hermione had not moved a muscle or said a word. It was all very overwhelming to her that she would have such powers.

“One more peaceful way to use your power,” Flamina gave a saucy, sexy smile, “You will be able to teleport anyone, say you and Tom, to a beautiful tropical paradise for a nice shag on the beach” Hermione grinned wildly at this suggestion,” of course you would do this with your mind, but it would feel just as real as the Cruciatus curse would be to an enemy.”

Coming up to Hermione Flamina placed her hands on her shoulders, “I must emphasize to you though, “she said very directly, “All of these powers must be used to further Lord Voldemort’s work or they will be taken away.”

Looking shocked by her declaration, Hermione shot back, “You must promise me a few things if you want me to agree with your terms.” Flamina’s eyes widened at Hermione’s gumption, “I want to be reassured that Tom will truly be mine and that I will have his child.”

Now it was Hermione’s turn to be demanding, “I also want to be assured that you will not ask for my soul…because you will not receive it!” Hermione crossed her arms in front of her. She would not be a servant to this woman…Goddess or not!

“I also want you to help me become immune to Dark Magic,” Hermione had the nerve to say.

“Why would you want that?” Flamina questioned her in a high voice. “The magic you will be producing will be of the darkest variety.”

“Yes…I am aware of that, Flamina,” she said in a bitter tone, “but, I want to be able to handle any wizard or witch, Tom included, from controlling me with Dark Magic.”

Pacing back and forth Flamina stopped, with her hands on her hips, “You want to be more powerful than Lord Voldemort himself?” Shaking her head Flamina said, “I cannot do that!”

“Yes you can and you will,” Hermione rushed forward now with her hands on her hips. “I need ways that will be able to protect my child from all enemies…which some day may even include his own father.”

If the fire between the two women could have been seen, one would have witnessed an inferno blazing brightly. Flamina could not deny though how impressed she was with Hermione’s nerve. She was in a precarious position at the moment, no magic in her frame, but standing up to her like a Goddess of her own. Her daring alone was motivation to grant her every condition that she had requested.

Settling her hands to her side, Flamina conceded, “Yes, Hermione, I will grant you all which you request, but remember, if you fail to my terms, then all will be taken away…agreed?”

“Agreed…oh great Flamina” and Hermione gave her a crafty little smile.

“What are you doing now, Flamina?” a voice boomed out shaking both Hermione and Flamina. “Must I follow you around every time you come to Earth?”

Standing next to Flamina, with his hands around her waist was a very handsome man, all dressed in white .His head adorned with white curly hair and the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever looked at.

“What kind of trouble are you stirring up with this girl?” He looked angrily at the Goddess who stood there looking quite frustrated.

“Oh, Astralus, you know everything that has taken place here today, “Flamina shrugged his hand off her body and took several paces away from him.

“If that is the case, then I must introduce myself,” Astralus glided over to Hermione, lifting her hand to place a warm soft kiss there, “I am Astralus, God over the sky and the clouds; I rule over all things light.”

Hermione felt a strong attraction to this God as she had been using light magic for so long.

“I am here to give you an offer,” he said giving Hermione an intense smile,” to counteract the one my dear Flamina has offered you.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows at this statement, looking over to Flamina who was turning red in the face. Astralus next took Hermione’s hand in his, “I can give you powerful magic, but of the light variety,” he rubbed his finger over Hermione’s hand sending chills through her. “You do not have to accept her offer that may not bring you happiness.”

Astralus inched closer to Hermione where he was now leaning into her. Unbeknownst to Astralus, Flamina gave a wave toward Tom, awaking him. “Please listen to what I have to say,” Astralus ran his hand through Hermione’s hair, making her crave more of his touch, “You will not regret it…”

“But…you will if you keep touching my woman,” Hermione heard Tom’s deep voice waking her up from the trance Astralus has bound her in. “Hermione, come here…now!” Astralus rolled his eyes and Flamina gave a slight giggle at her little trick of waking up Tom.

Tom wrapped his arms around Hermione and pulled her closely to him, “It would be best if you don’t listen to anything he has to say.” He smoothly kissed her until she couldn’t breathe.

“You see, my dear Astralus, “Flamina said walking up to him and grabbing onto his arm, “I always get my way…especially if you are up against me.” She wrinkled her nose at him and gave a little growl. Astralus rigidly stood there watching the two young lovers devour each other.

“I am ready, Flamina, to seal our agreement,” Hermione said, “What is the procedure to give me back my magic?”

Astralus huffed off to stand by the side, “I need you over here by the altar,” Flamina motioned to Hermione. “Please lie down…but first take your blouse off.” Hermione’s eyes widened at this request and she started trembling thinking back to Halloween night.

“I am not going to hurt you, Hermione, “Flamina tried to soften her fears, “In fact, what will take place will erase forever the scars from that dreadful night.”

Hermione slowly, with an encouraging nod from Tom, took off her blouse and lay down on the altar. The stone was cold on her skin making her shiver. Flamina shook her head, “All of it, my dear...” and Hermione took off her bra feeling very exposed with her breasts out on display.

Flamina walked to the altar and smiled down at Hermione, “I promise you that you will feel no pain, just lie back and close your eyes.” Hermione followed her directions, after making eye contact with Tom one more time; knowing that he was right there by her side if needed.

Flamina raised her hands in the air over Hermione’s chest and started verbalizing an incantation in a language Hermione was unfamiliar with. As her hands circled over Hermione, she opened up her eyes to see the scars, made from her attackers, glowing bright red and suddenly opening. Hermione, horrified, but intrigued, saw Flamina’s wrist open up with purple liquid flowing out. Flamina had a gleeful look on her face as she ran her wrist over all of the scars disfiguring Hermione’s skin. Her wrist followed the large “X” that had been drawn on Hermione’s chest. The scars were disappearing in front of Hermione’s eyes. Then Flamina placed her wrist, once again on Hermione, right between her breasts.

As Flamina removed her hand, Hermione looked down on her chest to view a new tattoo that had been placed on her body. Where the old scars had been removed, Flamina had placed a tattoo, a rose half black and half white; with a serpent wrapped around the rose with blood droplets dripping off of it.
Hermione gasped when she recognized the rose; similar to the one Tom had given to her after their first night together.

“This is to remind you of the agreement we have made between ourselves. “ Flamina smiled, “Unwittingly, you designed your own tattoo from what was in your own heart and mind.”

Tom and Hermione looked at one another, each interpreting the meaning of the tattoo. Hermione knew she was the rose and Tom was the serpent. He knew that he was in control of Hermione and she was in conflict between her light and dark side.

Hermione sat up and reached out to Tom and he quickly helped Hermione put her bra and blouse back on. First he ran his hand over her new tattoo and tried hard not to smile at what he saw.

Giving a nod of thanks to Flamina, Tom led Hermione out of the chamber.


“So, do you think they will ever figure out your devious actions, my sweet Flamina?” Astralus inquired of his lady.

Laughing loudly, with her head thrown back, Flamina shook her head no, “They will never know…unless you tell them.” She smiled wickedly back at him.

“What do you think they would say,” Astralus pulled Flamina to him, “if I told them it was you that influenced those young men to attack and kidnap Hermione?”

“Oh Astralus, don’t threaten me, “Flamina screamed back at him, “How was I to know they would rape Hermione and kill the Dark Lord’s heir?”

“Do you think Lord Voldemort would be as understanding as I am to your mischievous ways?” Astralus asked.

Flamina glared back at her lover, “I was only trying to move Voldemort’s plan for world domination, forward. He needed some motivation.” She marched away in righteous anger.

“Just remember that you have been warned,” Astralus said with annoyance, “You shared with her your powers...she may come back some day to best you.” Flamina glared once again at Astralus. “I will be waiting here in the wings to see your meddling come full circle.”

Flamina stormed away in a cloud of smoke, while Astralus gave a laugh, feeling like he had finally beaten Flamina, ever so tiny, in an argument.

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Chapter End Notes:

I know many of you really hate Flamina...but I guess that means I have created a great character! Hey, I didn't even like her in this chapter!

If anyone can come up with a sketch or something, of Hermione's tattoo...I would love to see it! I am not an artist...but I am sure someone out there is, that could do this for me! Thanks!