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Across the Universe	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapt IV
The Nine Realms

“The stars and the universe will belong to you.”
“To me?” she asked him as they stared at the overlooking view of the galaxy. “This?”
“All of it.” he whispered back at her with his dark eyes moving to her and breath-taking smile. “All of Midgard at your feet, the nine realms and everything else beyond it.”
She looked back at him.
Her heart was beating fast – not for the universes that were being offered at her feet, but of his enigmatic smile.
He was just as beautiful as he was broken in the inside.
The next time she looked back at him, he had moved very close with both his hands placed gently around her waist.
As uncomfortable as she would have become, she wasn’t.
She looked back at him, mesmerized by his beautiful eyes and enticed by his dark voice.
“For eternity, we shall rule all of it.” he whispered as he lifted his long fingers and made a trail at the side of her face.
She quickly melted in his touch, closing her eyes and sighing heavily at the effect he had upon her.
No, it wasn’t magic.
It was him and him alone, completely enticing every bit of her.
“Rule the world?”
“Rule all the worlds.” he corrected her with such sweet lace in his tone. “With you as the queen by my side.”
Her eyes shot open.
“Queen?” she asked him with a look over his expectant face.
“Yes.” he answered her with a determined look over his face as if it had been decided upon.
“That would mean that-“ but she stopped as he leaned very closely and moved his face closer to her ear.
“My lovely Midgardian queen you would be.”
And then his lips had brushed and touched the point at the side of her face just right in between the point for which the ear and the cheek met.
She closed her eyes, breathing heavily as he remained his lips over where it was and kept his face closer to her.
Her mind fought to find ways to distract him or rather distract herself from completely falling apart.
She was fighting to keep her eyes open at the feel of his sensual touches against the side of her arms.
“Where – where is Midgard?” she breathlessly asked as she felt his arms closed in around her waist and he had gently pressed his warm and armored body against hers.
She felt his lips move and turn into a smile right over her skin and heard him sigh in delight.
“But ofcourse, your world.” he answered her moving his lips closer to her ear and pressing a soft and agonizingly sweet kiss. “And we begin at London.”
“London?”
Her eyes shot open.

He was very close to her now with his body pressed against hers, arms locking her into place and smile as mischievous and handsome as he was.
She moved away from him.
Something wasn’t right.
“But what’s wrong?” he asked as he followed her to face the view before them.
She stood by the terrace, fingers together as she fidgeted nervously.
He stood right behind her and pressed his body against her again.
She inhaled at the feel of his strong physique in close contact with hers.
He placed his hands on either side of the terrace, locking her perfectly into place so she couldn’t move away from him.
“Ofcourse we begin at London.” he whispered into her ear as he moved his fingers to move her tresses along her left shoulder.
“Oh god..” she whispered, biting her lower lip, closing her eyes uncontrollably trembling at the touch of his damp lips placing soft kisses over her shoulder and slowly up to her neckline.
“Ofcourse.. we.. begin… at London..” he whispered in between the gaps of the small kisses. “And.. I will.. make sure.. London…will…fall.”
And then he grabbed her to face him for a kiss.
Their eyes met and her eyes were wide in shock upon seeing very closely the pair of his bluish-greenish eyes.
He leaned his face forward her to kiss her.

And then she woke up.
It took Hermione a few moments before getting atleast a bit of her brain back together to comprehend that she had been dreaming.
She groaned and turned over to her side and buried her face beneath the soft pillows and the comforting thick blankets.
She felt so warmed up and the smell of her surroundings was a complete bliss.
Her brown eyes narrowed then.
She inhaled very deeply and exhaled.
That wasn’t right.
Her pillow and bed didn’t smell like her own.
Nor did it smell like Harry’s.
Her brown eyes opened up and she looked slowly and cautiously around her while her hands slowly felt the bed around her.
The pillows she had been on were way bigger and thicker and softer than that of her own.
The blanket was also thick and plain and no feel of anything itchy or sewn parts of it.
Her eyes were wide now as both her hands now moved over the whole bed checking its form.
She could touch the bed’s edge and that already told her that this bed might be so massive that it was obviously not the size of her bed.
Hermione quickly sat up and looked around her.
She was laid over a very large kind size bed with four posts, all the beddings were in elegant clothing of expensive silk and type in full black and the floor was fully carpeted with black and a bit of gold lining.
She was in a room large enough to be a conference hall with a ceiling that could match a classroom at Beauxbatons that she’s read from books but with certain elegance and taste that she could only compare to the grandiose of the Malfoy Manor before.
Where the hell was she?

“Still no word from her?” Kingsley asked Harry as he entered the Auror Department’s main office.
Harry shook his head and took another sip from the third mug of coffee.
“You should rest.” Kingsley said. “You should take some sleep.”
“I can’t.” Harry said. “Last time I talked to Hermione we weren’t in good shape so I’m really worried about her.”
“It hasn’t been more than 24 hours, Harry. She might just want some time alone.”
“I hope so.” Harry replied. “She wasn’t in her apartment and she didn’t drop by at mine. No note. I’m really worried.”
Harry lowered his mug and then turned over the large maps over the table.
They had been studying the activity of the stars since yesterday.
Despite his personal opinion that it was ridiculous, he didn’t have a choice because there were certain things that only the ‘stars and universe’ could somehow answer at the moment.
He didn’t like his Astronomy class and this particular investigation reminded him a lot of professor Trelawney’s divine belief on the fate of the people into the heavens, stars and moon.
He could only laugh at it – if only Hermione wasn’t the one involved on the subject.
And now, she was missing.

There was an abrupt knock over the door and another Auror opened it up for them.
They looked and stared at the female Auror in Training, Aurora.
She was staring at them with a slightly reluctant look over her face as she carried a thick black book in her hands.
“Yes?” Harry asked staring at her with hope knowing she was the one who had been studying this case seriously.
“I was wondering Minister, Mr. Potter, if this would help??” she asked quickly entering and placing the book over the table.
Harry looked down at it and gave her a questioning glare and the Minister himself looked slightly amused at the sight of it.
“I know this looks.. “ she began not really knowing what to say as Harry began flipping the pages about the universe, realms and gods.
“What year did you graduate?” Harry asked her. “No offense.”
She instead smiled happily and proudly up at her.

“I’m a few years behind you, Mr. Potter.” she said with a smile. “But Beauxbatons. We studied a lot about the stars and the skies and-“
“You didn’t have just Astronomy and Divination?” he asked her.
“No.” she excitedly replied. “We had studied them in another three divided types of subjects and then we had a class about gods and realms and about-“
“Yes, alright. Thankyou.” Harry interrupted flipping more pages and slightly irritated.
At the moment, he was so damned worried about Hermione that he could only care less about the stars and the gods.
He wanted to know and find out if Hermione was out there and safe.
“So how does this help again?” he slowly asked her.
Aurora was fixed out of her state of awe at working alongside the famous Harry Potter that it made her brains lagged from time to time upon seeing him.
“Yes, sorry.” she said walking forward and taking the book away from him.
She flipped the pages one after the other and quickly went right at the very middle of it and opened to a chapter that read “The Nine Realms”
“Nine Realms?” Harry asked, perplexed. “Realms?”
“They are worlds – universes – as we would call it, Harry.” Kingsley explained to him. “It has been a common and old belief that there is more than one universe and world from which we live in.”
“There are others?”
“Many others.” Aurora excitedly explained to him. “According to our previous readings and research, it’s possible that the one who has crossed and breached to our world may have come from these other realms-“
“I’m sorry, Aurora.” Harry said turning to her. “I know you haven’t slept either and I can see that you really love your work and your enthusiasm is very much appreciated, but right now, there are nine or more realms we need to look for Hermione or whoever crossed that pathway-“
“No, no, Mr. Potter, we’re only going to look at the nine as we are closest-“
“I appreciate your positivity.” Harry said raising a hand to stop her from speaking. “Your optimism is really – I have gratitude for it, for you – but please, Nine Realms? Do you honestly think we have time right now to look for answers from Nine-“
“No, not nine.” Aurora said excitedly opening a parchment from her pocket and laying it over the table. “Only four.”
“Four?” Kingsley said taking a closer look over the parchment.

There were words written on them and at the back of the page were small map outlines.
“Only four of the realms may produce humanistic forms – the one that Miss Granger precisely described.” Aurora said pointing over the list. “We have Nifilheim – who produces unknown type of beings so they could possibly morph into something else-“ she then pointed onto the next ones as Harry walked behind her to read.
Aurora excitedly pointed over the maps and the names of the realms.
“And then we have Hel here – “
“Hell?” Harry interrupted. “Isn’t that-“
“No, not that one but yes, that’s how it’s spelled from the book that says that all souls of all the beings that died from all these realms have gone so there are chances we can check human like forms from there-“
“Alfeim?”
“Alfeim a sister of the planet Asgaard that is strongly believed to be the realm that has human forms because they are universes that were believed to be the ones where the gods had come from-“
“Gods?” Harry asked taking the map and reading through it. “Gods with power? Like the ones we have assignment at Hogwarts?”
“But yes.” Aurora answered as if this was the most exciting time of her life. “We have Mythology back at Beauxbatons-“
Harry sighed and returned the parchment to her.
Not that he didn’t believe her.

But it all just sounded like a fantasy the more he delved into it.
He looked up at the Minister himself who looked back at him with the same expression.
“Alright.” Harry said. “How about I give you a partner from the department and work on your research and I’ll work on my way of research. I’ll give you two?”
The smile from her face slightly faded but she nodded nevertheless.
She looked like she really wanted to talk and work with the Harry Potter.
“Yes, ofcourse.” she excitedly answered. “Is this a new assignment for me?” she asked them.
Harry looked up at the Minister who shook his head, telling him it was his call.
Harry looked back at her – she reminded him of Luna Lovegood – a lot.
“Yes.” he nodded. “I’ll make a memo that this research is an official assignment of a team that is –“
“Yes, yes! Thank you! Oh thank you, Mr. Potter!” Aurora excitedly said grabbing her book from the table. “I won’t disappoint you, I promise! I promise you, Mr. Potter!”
And then without another word, she ran out of the main office to go back to her very small office that she only received because of Harry’s kindness a few months back.
The door closed and Harry looked back at Kingsley.
“Why did we hire her again?” Kingsley asked him.
Harry pulled over his messy black hair and removed his glasses before burying his face in his hands.
“Because her great-grandfather served in the goblin rebellion.” Harry explained with a heavy sigh. “And because she was very pleasant at her first interview.”
“Oh. Right.” the Minster headed for the door. “In 24 hours if there is still no word from Miss Granger, let’s have an official search team. Wait for it Harry or send a Patronus to locate her. She’s an intelligent woman. I don’t think she’ll really just let leave you without a word until something bad has really happened to her. You have a few more hours.”
And with that, he left Harry as miserable and worried as ever in his own thoughts.

Hermione looked down over herself and slightly disturbed at the thought that she was changed into a black silk nighties as well.
Why was everything black?
Had someone just died or something?
She groaned trying to shake away the blurry images in her head from her dream that was now fading from her mind and could barely recall.
Hermione grabbed the hems of the blanket and placed it around herself suddenly feeling the coldness in the room.
She got off the bed barefoot and looked around her.
A chandelier hung at the very high ceiling and the windows were drawn over by black velvet heavy curtains.
A massive and extensive fireplace with a burning hearth was situated at the other end of the room and next to a large and ancient looking mirror.
Everything around her was so vast, expensive-looking and elegant.
What had just happened?

But before she could completely comprehend what might have happened to her the booming sound of the double doors suddenly opened.
She whirled around as about half a dozen of women with their hairs elegantly turned up in a tall bun and were wearing the same kind of Grecian looking uniform entered carrying various of things in their hands.
The first one entered and went straight to the window to slightly open the curtains, the second went for the fireplace to refill the wood inside it, the next two were carrying a set of bathrobes and essentials, the next one walked more carefully as she was carrying a long dress in her hands, the next one was carrying a large food tray while the last one was carrying a note for her and had quickly walked to her side.
“Goodmorning my lady.” she greeted, ignoring Hermione’s state of shock and distraught as she watched each women work over each station in the large room.
“My lady?” she asked turning her head so fast that she felt her neck slightly hurt.
Her eyes roamed around the room as the women in Grecian dresses and shimmering golden bangles worked their way around the room completing the preparation of a morning for her.
The older woman handed her a note with a golden seal.
“After breakfast, he would await for you in your study.”
“Me?” she asked reading the note that said exactly the same thing but with a time instead over it. “And what time is it?”
The woman smiled at her with a nod and a bow.

She looked over around the room and snapped her fingers just at the exact moment that everyone had finished their tasks for the room and had stood up straight after the finishing touches of whatever they were asked to do there.
“Two of them will come back for you in an hour after you’ve finished your breakfast my lady to help you bathe and then help you get ready before you meet with the master.-“
“Help me bath?” she asked looking perplexed at the thoughts of it. “I’m sorry can you just – wait, what did you say?”
But each of the women had started bowing at her and slowly turned away and walked out in the same elegant, disciplined and line up manner the way they entered.
Hermione felt weird at how organized and synchronized in manner everyone was.
And then funnily enough, she felt her stomach crumble.
She turned and remembered the breakfast tray left for her.
Usually, she would not have eaten on anything served for her for which she didn’t know where it came from.
But at that very moment, she didn’t only feel hungry but the served tray was more than appetizing than she can handle.
She sat over the white and gold lined chair and stared over the breakfast tray – or buffet.
Two large pots with what she could smell as coffee and tea were served at the edge of the table; a very tall glass of juice was also aligned next to it and then the food itself.
A large platter of freshly sliced fruits were laid at the side of the tray, a cup size of what smelled like freshly made cheese with blueberries perched on top of waffles, a platter laid with beaten eggs, toasts and bacon and sausages over the side.
A basket of muffins were arrayed at the side and a second platter of roasted ham and chicken were laid as well.
The smell of the whole tray wafted through her nostrils and screamed all the way to her brains that she needed to sit down and start eating already.
She wasn’t sure if it was a breakfast tray or a lunch tray but she was quite sure now that it was some sort of buffet.
Hermione glanced back over the note in her hand, battling to wander off and find out exactly where she was or sit down and eat and do that bit later on.
Her stomach grumbled again.
It was a battle easily lost.

Hermione quickly took a seat and sat down over the chair as her eyes roamed all over the buffet before her, inhaling all the scent of the good food.
“I am terribly hungry.” Hermione said letting her logic and reason fly out of the window to forget how dangerous this small act this may seem.
She didn’t even know where she was.
And wherever she was, she couldn’t care any less at the moment.
The moment the food touched her lips, it tasted so good.
It tasted like it was prepared by the gods.
She was halfway into munching a few more sausages, bacon and a mouthful of blueberry muffin from the small basket that she recalled to pick up the note again.
It says there that she would be met after breakfast and bathe at the library.
That was interesting, wherever she must be quite big because there as a library to be met in.
Hermione stared back over her food and tried on the other servings of the breakfast tray, still trying to think of what exactly has happened the previous night and why she could barely remember.
Hermione reached over for a slice of ham and a bite of a small roasted chicken drumstick when she remembered that she wasn’t wearing the set of clothes she suddenly remembered that she had been wearing.
She quickly put down the food from her hands and wiping her hands over the large napkin, she stood up and looked wildly around the room for her things – her bag, her traveling cloak and such. But they were all nowhere in sight.
Where were her things exactly?
Hermione turned around and walked to the side where the supposedly ladies in waiting placed her new clothes.
There was a large towel, a bathrobe and a nice black dress all laid nicely and elegantly.
“What in the world..” Hermione whispered staring over a small tray that held atleast seven types of glass bottles with different scents and liquid colours.
She narrowed her eyes.
Where the hell was she?
Turning, she moved towards the windows with the heavily drawn curtains and the moment she pulled it aside, she saw nothing but a vast garden – a backyard view that told her nothing about her exactly location.
Looking up at the sky told her that if she did pass out, it might have been several hours.
The dread started coming into her as she recalled nothing over the past few hours.
Hermione suddenly felt dizzy, vulnerable and confused at the same time.
Grabbing the towels, the robe and the dress and a bottle or two from the tray, she quickly made her towards the bathroom that she was pointed to earlier.
And boy, how her expectations of it had been way away of her level.
She felt her jaw drop and her eyes wide as what she entered wasn’t a mere bathroom – but a room in size of a large spa with a bathtub large enough to be a small pool, mirrors were everywhere and the sounds of the steaming warm water waiting for her as her eyes roamed the elegant tiles and walls of the high-ceilinged structure.

As soothing, comfortable and alluring the bathroom was, she still didn’t know where she was.
And so after a few groans from her painful muscles that basked in the warm water and a small scratch at the side of her arm that seemed to tell her that she had fallen for some reason, she quickly bathed herself and changed into the black dress given to her.
It was a perfect fit as she stared at one of the tall mirrors.
Hermione almost smirked staring at how perfectly the dress embraced her curves and sides.
And before she could admire more of herself, a loud tapping came over the door.
“My lady?” asked a female’s voice. “Please open the door to let us in so we can help you bath-“
“Help me bath?” Hermione mouthed, quickly grabbing the towel and robe and folding them away. “What is this? The seventeenth century?”
She quickly walked towards the door and opened it for them.
Atleast four of the earlier ladies were standing, waiting outside her door.
“Er-“
“But you bathe yourself already?” asked the first one from the line.
“Er… yes.” Hermione answered reluctantly. “The dress is.. “
“The dress is perfect.” a second lady said bowing to her.
If Hermione didn’t know any better, she felt like she had travelled back in time and was in a time where ladies were served this way.
Her eyes widened.
Were they some sort of slaves?
“I’m sorry. Can you tell where I am?” Hermione asked quickly walking out of the bathroom and away from them.
She felt completely uncomfortable being surrounded by a hoard of women that reminded her of Dobby as to their way of wanting to serve her.
They looked at one another.
“I’m sorry, my lady.” said the eldest. “But we were instructed to lead you to the library once you’re done bathing. Nothing more.”
Her eyebrows raised.
“So you can’t tell where we are?” she asked staring at them with a look over her face.
They all bowed down.

"Riiiiiight..." Hermione said, thinking hard. “I was wondering if any of you have seen my things? I don’t recall wearing that.” she pointed over the nighty she had woken up to.
“Oh, we’ve gotten rid of them already, my lady.” one of them proudly answered with a bow. “Please sit down as we do need to prepare you.”
“Prepare me?”
One of the ladies came forward then, holding out a tray of jewelries this time for her.
Her eyes stared at them and at the tray with a horrified look over her face.
“No thanks.” Hermione said moving away from it. “Can you just – just sort of tell me to whom I can speak to?”
“To whom you may speak to?” asked one of them.
“With who – with whoever brought me here-“ Hermione said trying to control her anxiety of the situation.
They all just stared at her in worry.

“Please?” Hermione quickly added not wanting to scare or anger any of the beautiful girls.
She didn't know where she was and she didn't want to be executed at the wrong place and time.

They stared back at her and stared at one another.
They looked like they were contemplating whether to grant her immediate request or follow what was asked of them to do.
“Very well, my lady.” said the eldest woman. “As you wish. Please follow us.”
And one by one, they bowed and separated into lines again.
Two went ahead and then Hermione was gestured to follow them while the rest followed right behind her, all their faces down as if ashamed or that they were forbidden to look up at her or her beauty that wasn’t an exaggeration to what they were told they would see.
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