Daughter of Leda
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Diagon Alley
“How are you doing, dear?” asked her mother. She had been treading carefully around her ever since they first read the letter, and Hermione knew there was little she could say to convince her mother that she was okay with it. It was strange, but Hermione felt rather at peace with what she had been given, and a good deal excited to see it through.
“I’m going to Diagon Alley. I have to go to Gringott’s, the bank where Leda said she had a vault for me, and I may go to Madam Malkin’s dress shop too. I have decided that since whatever it was Leda has seen seems to have something to do with the magical community, it might be helpful if I had a set of traditional dress robes.”
Her mother nodded. “I don’t suppose you want me to come with you?”
“You are welcome to if you wish, mum, but I’ll be fine if you don’t. You’ve always seemed to avoid the magical world in the past.”
“It made me nervous,” said her mother, “knowing that I would have to give you that letter one day. I have to admit I’m a bit curious about it. I hear your stories and wonder how these places must be. I’ve seen Diagon Alley, but not been in Gringott’s or been to Madam Malkin’s for anything but your school uniform. It’s intriguing.”
Hermione smiled broadly. She might be excited, but there were still butterflies in her stomach, and the chance to share the magical side of herself with her mother was always thrilling. “Maybe we can go get ready after breakfast and spend the morning there? We could have lunch in the Leaky Cauldron.”
Not two hours later they had eaten their breakfast, dressed, and had gone through the Leaky Cauldron and emerged in Diagon Alley. There were always interesting sights, especially for muggleborns, but Jane Granger never ceased to be surprised by what could be found there. Their trips for school supplies had been interesting enough, but now that her mother was speaking to her more openly about magic it was even more amusing. As they made their way to Gringott’s, Hermione had to stop and convince her mother that whatever distraction she had found would most likely be there later. Her mother had to return the favor open passing Flourish & Blotts though, when she reminded her daughter that the bookstore would still be there later too.
Walking into Gringott’s, Hermione heard her mother’s gasp of surprise at the goblins that were going about their duties. Goblins were new to her, and it wasn’t like they were the prettiest sort of creature.
Going straight up to an available goblin, Hermione cleared her throat. “I am Miss Hermione Granger. I’m here to see the vault of my great-great-grandmother, Leda Atreus.”
The goblin studied her carefully for a moment, not quite concealing their surprise. “You have your key?” he inquired. At least, Hermione supposed it was a he. She had never seen a female goblin that she was aware of, and hadn’t the slightest idea of what they looked like. She quickly made a note to look for a book on goblins at Flourish & Blotts. Surely a little more information about goblins might come in handy someday.
“I do,” she answered promptly, holding it up for him to see.
He nodded and waved another goblin over. “Take Miss Granger to vault 734.”
The interior of Gringott’s, once you got passed the entrance and the lobby, was quite dreary and not exactly warm. It seemed to take forever to get to the vault, though Hermione was certain it was only ten or fifteen minutes at the most. She handed the goblin her key and watched him touch the door to open it. The door opened, and he stepped back. “Careful, miss,” he said, “this vault is warded against any who is not Ms. Atreus’ kin.” His words would have been a kind warning for any who were not Leda’s descendents, but as it was he seemed to wish Hermione wasn’t just so that he would have the entertainment of seeing her hurt by the wards.
She shivered, not wanting to imagine what fate Leda had in mind for unwelcome intruders. Shaking that idea off, Hermione stepped inside the vault and gasped in surprise. Gold was stacked everywhere, and she thought there were enough galleons in there to last her several lifetimes. It did not take long to find the items Leda had written of, and Hermione put them in her bag along with a good stack of galleons. It would be enough to pay for all she intended to buy that day and probably last to the end of the school year as well.
The entire time they were in Gringott’s, Jane Granger said not a word. Once they left, Hermione could hear her mother sigh in relief. “That is a horrible place, Hermione. I felt certain that the goblin was taking us to our deaths.”
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. “There are many places in the magical community like that. You get somewhat used to it, or at least learn not to let it get to you too badly.”
Gringott’s had taken a little over an hour, and next they went to Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions. Madame Malkin met them as soon as they entered the door, and Hermione figured it had probably been a slow day for the shop. “I have come for a set of dress robes, or perhaps several sets. I could use some suggestions as to what I need.”
Madame Malkin was smiling kindly, but the smile faded for a moment when she found that she would be spending much of her morning assisting a student that, well, just didn’t have that much money to spend. Jane had gone off to examine the materials that were hung on the walls and was oblivious of it all. Hermione didn’t miss that look on Malkin’s face, but neither did it bother her. It was the truth, or had been, and she would now have the pleasure of putting Leda’s money to good use. “I believe I could use one set of a simple but sturdy fabric, well suited for informal situations and travel. Another needs to be of a much richer fabric, something you might expect on the wealthiest of witches. And, yes, I do believe I would like a third as well. Perhaps something in between the other two, not quite formal but not plain either? Those and all necessary accessories to accompany them. I will be adding a generous tip in return for your confidentiality regarding my order.”
Madame Malkin’s smile had returned fully by the time Hermione had mentioned the third set of robes, and her eyes seemed to sparkle at the mention of a generous tip. “I’m sure we have everything necessary for your order in stock. Let us look at some colors, shall we?”
By the end of the visit, Malkin had convinced Hermione that a fourth and fifth set of robes would be useful as well, just to be prepared for any possible need. Hermione wasn’t hard to convince, thoroughly enjoying the ability to buy all that she wanted for once. The only thing she had really insisted on was that they not be too gaudy, and beyond that she had bowed to Malkin’s experience in these matters.
She was tired and hungry when they left Madam Malkin’s shop, but hunger won out and they decided not to skip lunch at the Leaky Cauldron. It was a simple meal, but both she and her mother thoroughly enjoyed it. Well, until she heard someone walk up behind her and, in a deep and incredibly silky voice, said, “Well if it isn’t Miss Granger.”
Hermione turned to face Lucius Malfoy, who was enough of an arse to look even better than usual. “Mr. Malfoy,” she said curtly.
“And who is this lovely woman you are with? Your sister?” he asked.
Hermione glared at him, and through gritted teeth introduced them. Her mother was charmed by him, but Hermione knew it was all an act.
“Is this the Malfoy that the letter mentioned?” her mother asked.
Hermione closed her eyes as if in pain. How could her mother mention it so easily? “Yes, mum, but I would rather we discuss this later.”
“Oh,” her mother said, eyes widening. “Of course.”
Lucius didn’t press for details, which Hermione felt to be rather strange, but she had little chance to think on it just then as he was looking at her as if he was undressing her in his mind. The idea of it left her feeling nearly breathless and completely unable to look him or anyone else in the eyes.
A/N: For the next few days my writing will have to primarily be for my classes rather than my hobbies, so updates may be a bit more delayed. I do hope this chapter will hold you over a little longer though. ;)
Meankitty69-- He isn’t in love with her...yet. He is in love with the concept of her, infatuated with the idea of Leda’s heir. Eventually he will see her as Hermione, but for now his concept of Hermione and his concept of Leda’s heir is decidedly separate.
Poet_lover-- lol. Is there any time that a Malfoy doesn't have an ulterior motive? I mean, honestly, their conniving ways are such a huge part of the appeal. :D
“I’m going to Diagon Alley. I have to go to Gringott’s, the bank where Leda said she had a vault for me, and I may go to Madam Malkin’s dress shop too. I have decided that since whatever it was Leda has seen seems to have something to do with the magical community, it might be helpful if I had a set of traditional dress robes.”
Her mother nodded. “I don’t suppose you want me to come with you?”
“You are welcome to if you wish, mum, but I’ll be fine if you don’t. You’ve always seemed to avoid the magical world in the past.”
“It made me nervous,” said her mother, “knowing that I would have to give you that letter one day. I have to admit I’m a bit curious about it. I hear your stories and wonder how these places must be. I’ve seen Diagon Alley, but not been in Gringott’s or been to Madam Malkin’s for anything but your school uniform. It’s intriguing.”
Hermione smiled broadly. She might be excited, but there were still butterflies in her stomach, and the chance to share the magical side of herself with her mother was always thrilling. “Maybe we can go get ready after breakfast and spend the morning there? We could have lunch in the Leaky Cauldron.”
Not two hours later they had eaten their breakfast, dressed, and had gone through the Leaky Cauldron and emerged in Diagon Alley. There were always interesting sights, especially for muggleborns, but Jane Granger never ceased to be surprised by what could be found there. Their trips for school supplies had been interesting enough, but now that her mother was speaking to her more openly about magic it was even more amusing. As they made their way to Gringott’s, Hermione had to stop and convince her mother that whatever distraction she had found would most likely be there later. Her mother had to return the favor open passing Flourish & Blotts though, when she reminded her daughter that the bookstore would still be there later too.
Walking into Gringott’s, Hermione heard her mother’s gasp of surprise at the goblins that were going about their duties. Goblins were new to her, and it wasn’t like they were the prettiest sort of creature.
Going straight up to an available goblin, Hermione cleared her throat. “I am Miss Hermione Granger. I’m here to see the vault of my great-great-grandmother, Leda Atreus.”
The goblin studied her carefully for a moment, not quite concealing their surprise. “You have your key?” he inquired. At least, Hermione supposed it was a he. She had never seen a female goblin that she was aware of, and hadn’t the slightest idea of what they looked like. She quickly made a note to look for a book on goblins at Flourish & Blotts. Surely a little more information about goblins might come in handy someday.
“I do,” she answered promptly, holding it up for him to see.
He nodded and waved another goblin over. “Take Miss Granger to vault 734.”
The interior of Gringott’s, once you got passed the entrance and the lobby, was quite dreary and not exactly warm. It seemed to take forever to get to the vault, though Hermione was certain it was only ten or fifteen minutes at the most. She handed the goblin her key and watched him touch the door to open it. The door opened, and he stepped back. “Careful, miss,” he said, “this vault is warded against any who is not Ms. Atreus’ kin.” His words would have been a kind warning for any who were not Leda’s descendents, but as it was he seemed to wish Hermione wasn’t just so that he would have the entertainment of seeing her hurt by the wards.
She shivered, not wanting to imagine what fate Leda had in mind for unwelcome intruders. Shaking that idea off, Hermione stepped inside the vault and gasped in surprise. Gold was stacked everywhere, and she thought there were enough galleons in there to last her several lifetimes. It did not take long to find the items Leda had written of, and Hermione put them in her bag along with a good stack of galleons. It would be enough to pay for all she intended to buy that day and probably last to the end of the school year as well.
The entire time they were in Gringott’s, Jane Granger said not a word. Once they left, Hermione could hear her mother sigh in relief. “That is a horrible place, Hermione. I felt certain that the goblin was taking us to our deaths.”
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. “There are many places in the magical community like that. You get somewhat used to it, or at least learn not to let it get to you too badly.”
Gringott’s had taken a little over an hour, and next they went to Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions. Madame Malkin met them as soon as they entered the door, and Hermione figured it had probably been a slow day for the shop. “I have come for a set of dress robes, or perhaps several sets. I could use some suggestions as to what I need.”
Madame Malkin was smiling kindly, but the smile faded for a moment when she found that she would be spending much of her morning assisting a student that, well, just didn’t have that much money to spend. Jane had gone off to examine the materials that were hung on the walls and was oblivious of it all. Hermione didn’t miss that look on Malkin’s face, but neither did it bother her. It was the truth, or had been, and she would now have the pleasure of putting Leda’s money to good use. “I believe I could use one set of a simple but sturdy fabric, well suited for informal situations and travel. Another needs to be of a much richer fabric, something you might expect on the wealthiest of witches. And, yes, I do believe I would like a third as well. Perhaps something in between the other two, not quite formal but not plain either? Those and all necessary accessories to accompany them. I will be adding a generous tip in return for your confidentiality regarding my order.”
Madame Malkin’s smile had returned fully by the time Hermione had mentioned the third set of robes, and her eyes seemed to sparkle at the mention of a generous tip. “I’m sure we have everything necessary for your order in stock. Let us look at some colors, shall we?”
By the end of the visit, Malkin had convinced Hermione that a fourth and fifth set of robes would be useful as well, just to be prepared for any possible need. Hermione wasn’t hard to convince, thoroughly enjoying the ability to buy all that she wanted for once. The only thing she had really insisted on was that they not be too gaudy, and beyond that she had bowed to Malkin’s experience in these matters.
She was tired and hungry when they left Madam Malkin’s shop, but hunger won out and they decided not to skip lunch at the Leaky Cauldron. It was a simple meal, but both she and her mother thoroughly enjoyed it. Well, until she heard someone walk up behind her and, in a deep and incredibly silky voice, said, “Well if it isn’t Miss Granger.”
Hermione turned to face Lucius Malfoy, who was enough of an arse to look even better than usual. “Mr. Malfoy,” she said curtly.
“And who is this lovely woman you are with? Your sister?” he asked.
Hermione glared at him, and through gritted teeth introduced them. Her mother was charmed by him, but Hermione knew it was all an act.
“Is this the Malfoy that the letter mentioned?” her mother asked.
Hermione closed her eyes as if in pain. How could her mother mention it so easily? “Yes, mum, but I would rather we discuss this later.”
“Oh,” her mother said, eyes widening. “Of course.”
Lucius didn’t press for details, which Hermione felt to be rather strange, but she had little chance to think on it just then as he was looking at her as if he was undressing her in his mind. The idea of it left her feeling nearly breathless and completely unable to look him or anyone else in the eyes.
A/N: For the next few days my writing will have to primarily be for my classes rather than my hobbies, so updates may be a bit more delayed. I do hope this chapter will hold you over a little longer though. ;)
Meankitty69-- He isn’t in love with her...yet. He is in love with the concept of her, infatuated with the idea of Leda’s heir. Eventually he will see her as Hermione, but for now his concept of Hermione and his concept of Leda’s heir is decidedly separate.
Poet_lover-- lol. Is there any time that a Malfoy doesn't have an ulterior motive? I mean, honestly, their conniving ways are such a huge part of the appeal. :D