The Prime Princess
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
70
Views:
46,469
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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One of these mornings
She was slipping away. Draco knew it. She was cold and rude to him. Perhaps it was because he was one of the Switchers and she just had to be near him or was it because he had done something horrible.
Draco looked at Blaise in the other end of the Mess Hall talking to Major Paris – his twin in other reality. People of the Mothership Atlantis ate in edgy silence. They knew what was going on and what was coming – a great battle with many losses. Oh, if they’d only know.
“We,” said Hermione and looked at Saga, Hel and Branwen, “never were Aristons.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ah, Saga-dearie, I see what she is trying to say. We are not who we are,” singed Branwen and flashed her sharp teeth.
“No one is what they say they are,” told Hel from the dark cloud she had created around her.
“Then who we are?”
Hermione looked at her doppelgangers around the table and remembered the recollection of the lightning on the lakeshore.
“Do you remember your past life?” she asked quizzically, “Before you were Aristons?”
“What do you mean?” Saga was perplexed. She couldn’t understand what she was talking and that irritated her because she was the smartest of them all.
“There never were Aristons among us. We took over their lives, changed it so that it became ours. I remember Hermione Granger,” said Hermione.
Saga fell quiet. Hel only leaned back on her chair and let the darkness hide her from nosy glances they received. All four Walkers sitting around one table was enough interesting to get people whispering of ghost stories the coming battle had turned into.
Branwen looked into Hermione’s mind and saw clarity that was too nebulous for her to grasp. There were too many personas in her head that made her rip herself out of there.
“Sooo,” Branwen dragged out the word, “In no reality we were raised and bred as Aristons? So, how that happened that we are here now?”
Hermione looked at her hands and the dimly glowing Mark inside her palm.
“Accidents happen,” she answered and started to remember vaguely that she had used a Time-Turner in one point.
“Saga,” said Hel, “You were the one to change so many destinies of Grangers. How many of them did you turn into Ariston?” she asked from the dark mist.
Saga looked up to ceiling and tried to count the times when she had gone back and forth in time to fix things for the better.
“A few,” she told and raised four fingers that represented Morrigan, Branwen, Hel and Hermione.
“But who changed you?” asked Hel and let the black tendrils drift apart from the middle to show her curious face. Branwen and Hermione also looked at her with interest. Saga felt like she was lower that grass.
“Her name was Riley,” she said quietly.
“So, no one of us is an original,” huffed Branwen.
***
General Lucianus stood on the bridge and looked at the star map before him on a very wide screen. Saga stood at his side and watched a dozen of red dots moving from one plane of existence to another.
“What world is this?” she asked quietly.
“Midgard,” he told and turned to look at his wife standing in silent shock. “They have entered to its outer borders but finding the Solar System she lives in won’t take much time for them.”
“Why? Midgard has been hidden for a long time.”
“Probably the Ancients have discovered Osiris and Odin,” he told and on the screen two green dots started to shine.
“But why are these Hiveships there? Midgard is a restricted world!”
“Ask Morrigan,” he said frankly and took a calming breath.
“She’s… Well, anyway. Something has to be done. I’ll inform Hermione about this,” she said and turned around on her heel and walked out. The Supreme Commander of the Atlantis Fleet stayed to watch the red dots soaring over the vast Universe of Midgard.
***
Draco lurked around on lower decks of Atlantis when he felt a sharp sting in the back of his mind. It was agonizing and then he was cut off from its source.
“Mione,” he gasped and took off running.
***
Hermione was sitting down on a cold floor. The news had shocked her so bad but then her mind had started to run like crazy.
“Ancients chase Odin and Osiris. Right. They go after Hiveships. God, they gotta be hungry. Hiveships, Hiveships, Hiveships… So, what does it tell us? They go after them? Yes. So?” she mumbled on. Branwen and Saga looked at her like she had gone insane but Hel only shrugged her shadow as they looked at her for some guidance.
“Titan!” yelped Hermione and rose from the floor to pace around.
“What about it? You said you didn’t need it anymore,” asked Saga and started to see the fuzzy future that formed from Hermione’s last and final decision.
“Yes, not for my strength but for a bait!” told Hermione with a maniacal grin. Saga raised her eyebrows while Branwen shared the same grin with Hermione.
“That Hiveship was doomed from the start,” said Hel coldly.
***
Draco slid down the wall to the floor and digested what he had heard. He just couldn’t believe these nasty Ancients were running amok in his own world. He wanted to go back to there and kill those bastards by his own but doubted he’d get that far anyway before he was sucked dry.
Hermione had come with up a plan that had sounded so ridiculous that it might just have worked. 30 million lives, as bait was still something too outrageous.
Draco got up from the floor and walked the other direction.
***
Hermione had found Major Paris smoking in a cargo hold. There were a flashing sing on the wall ‘NO SMOKING’ but he only seemed to live for the chance to get the smoke alarms blaring.
“Paris,” she purred as she stepped closer to the Goth God and inhaled the rich smoke giving her a vibe.
“Yes?” came from the cloud of smoke.
“I need a Cruiser,” said Hermione and hoped he didn’t bring up Major Draconis’ Calimea that was blown to bits.
“And why do you seek it from here?” he asked and exhaled the smoke through his nostrils making it look like a dragon puffing.
“Atlantea is under your command,” she told carefully, hinting she really wanted his ship.
“Yes it is but General is commanding the Fleet,” said Paris calmly and put out the cigarette. He fished out another one and lighted it.
“I understand,” she said and was almost turning around when a hand darted out of the smoke and grabbed her arm.
“You are not going to tell me your little plan?” he asked with a half joking and half bitter tone. Hermione sighed and looked up to Paris who had been resurrected from death and healed to perfect health. Hel could do miracles if she wanted.
“Okay,” said Hermione and sat with Paris onto a wooden crate.
Draco looked at Blaise in the other end of the Mess Hall talking to Major Paris – his twin in other reality. People of the Mothership Atlantis ate in edgy silence. They knew what was going on and what was coming – a great battle with many losses. Oh, if they’d only know.
“We,” said Hermione and looked at Saga, Hel and Branwen, “never were Aristons.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ah, Saga-dearie, I see what she is trying to say. We are not who we are,” singed Branwen and flashed her sharp teeth.
“No one is what they say they are,” told Hel from the dark cloud she had created around her.
“Then who we are?”
Hermione looked at her doppelgangers around the table and remembered the recollection of the lightning on the lakeshore.
“Do you remember your past life?” she asked quizzically, “Before you were Aristons?”
“What do you mean?” Saga was perplexed. She couldn’t understand what she was talking and that irritated her because she was the smartest of them all.
“There never were Aristons among us. We took over their lives, changed it so that it became ours. I remember Hermione Granger,” said Hermione.
Saga fell quiet. Hel only leaned back on her chair and let the darkness hide her from nosy glances they received. All four Walkers sitting around one table was enough interesting to get people whispering of ghost stories the coming battle had turned into.
Branwen looked into Hermione’s mind and saw clarity that was too nebulous for her to grasp. There were too many personas in her head that made her rip herself out of there.
“Sooo,” Branwen dragged out the word, “In no reality we were raised and bred as Aristons? So, how that happened that we are here now?”
Hermione looked at her hands and the dimly glowing Mark inside her palm.
“Accidents happen,” she answered and started to remember vaguely that she had used a Time-Turner in one point.
“Saga,” said Hel, “You were the one to change so many destinies of Grangers. How many of them did you turn into Ariston?” she asked from the dark mist.
Saga looked up to ceiling and tried to count the times when she had gone back and forth in time to fix things for the better.
“A few,” she told and raised four fingers that represented Morrigan, Branwen, Hel and Hermione.
“But who changed you?” asked Hel and let the black tendrils drift apart from the middle to show her curious face. Branwen and Hermione also looked at her with interest. Saga felt like she was lower that grass.
“Her name was Riley,” she said quietly.
“So, no one of us is an original,” huffed Branwen.
***
General Lucianus stood on the bridge and looked at the star map before him on a very wide screen. Saga stood at his side and watched a dozen of red dots moving from one plane of existence to another.
“What world is this?” she asked quietly.
“Midgard,” he told and turned to look at his wife standing in silent shock. “They have entered to its outer borders but finding the Solar System she lives in won’t take much time for them.”
“Why? Midgard has been hidden for a long time.”
“Probably the Ancients have discovered Osiris and Odin,” he told and on the screen two green dots started to shine.
“But why are these Hiveships there? Midgard is a restricted world!”
“Ask Morrigan,” he said frankly and took a calming breath.
“She’s… Well, anyway. Something has to be done. I’ll inform Hermione about this,” she said and turned around on her heel and walked out. The Supreme Commander of the Atlantis Fleet stayed to watch the red dots soaring over the vast Universe of Midgard.
***
Draco lurked around on lower decks of Atlantis when he felt a sharp sting in the back of his mind. It was agonizing and then he was cut off from its source.
“Mione,” he gasped and took off running.
***
Hermione was sitting down on a cold floor. The news had shocked her so bad but then her mind had started to run like crazy.
“Ancients chase Odin and Osiris. Right. They go after Hiveships. God, they gotta be hungry. Hiveships, Hiveships, Hiveships… So, what does it tell us? They go after them? Yes. So?” she mumbled on. Branwen and Saga looked at her like she had gone insane but Hel only shrugged her shadow as they looked at her for some guidance.
“Titan!” yelped Hermione and rose from the floor to pace around.
“What about it? You said you didn’t need it anymore,” asked Saga and started to see the fuzzy future that formed from Hermione’s last and final decision.
“Yes, not for my strength but for a bait!” told Hermione with a maniacal grin. Saga raised her eyebrows while Branwen shared the same grin with Hermione.
“That Hiveship was doomed from the start,” said Hel coldly.
***
Draco slid down the wall to the floor and digested what he had heard. He just couldn’t believe these nasty Ancients were running amok in his own world. He wanted to go back to there and kill those bastards by his own but doubted he’d get that far anyway before he was sucked dry.
Hermione had come with up a plan that had sounded so ridiculous that it might just have worked. 30 million lives, as bait was still something too outrageous.
Draco got up from the floor and walked the other direction.
***
Hermione had found Major Paris smoking in a cargo hold. There were a flashing sing on the wall ‘NO SMOKING’ but he only seemed to live for the chance to get the smoke alarms blaring.
“Paris,” she purred as she stepped closer to the Goth God and inhaled the rich smoke giving her a vibe.
“Yes?” came from the cloud of smoke.
“I need a Cruiser,” said Hermione and hoped he didn’t bring up Major Draconis’ Calimea that was blown to bits.
“And why do you seek it from here?” he asked and exhaled the smoke through his nostrils making it look like a dragon puffing.
“Atlantea is under your command,” she told carefully, hinting she really wanted his ship.
“Yes it is but General is commanding the Fleet,” said Paris calmly and put out the cigarette. He fished out another one and lighted it.
“I understand,” she said and was almost turning around when a hand darted out of the smoke and grabbed her arm.
“You are not going to tell me your little plan?” he asked with a half joking and half bitter tone. Hermione sighed and looked up to Paris who had been resurrected from death and healed to perfect health. Hel could do miracles if she wanted.
“Okay,” said Hermione and sat with Paris onto a wooden crate.