The Confectionary Chronicles || HP/SPN

Sweets and Studies- Ch11

CHAPTER ELEVEN:

–and then I conjured up a black mamba and told it to attack Draco which it did, but don't worry I had phoenix tears ready to heal him, so I won and I'm pretty sure I looked really, really awesome too. Except Strikes-Like-A-Lightning-Flash– that's the snake's name, but I shorten it to Ash because she's a grey-ish colour like ashes and her name is really long– really likes Hogwarts and doesn't want to go back to the zoo where it turns out I summoned her from. 

Did you know conjured animals are really actually displaced animals? It makes sense, of course– it's a fundamental rule of magic that you can't create something from nothing. Of course, you can, but you're a god. The rules don't apply to you – not to mention, I don't think you've ever come across a rule you haven't walked all over. Anyway, I have to go to breakfast and then I have my first Potions class. I miss you!

All my love,

Hermione

"I don't know if this is better or worse then when she managed to stumble across a fucking Elder god," Gabriel groaned while Váli practically howled with laughter and Hati smirked proudly. "What the fuck have you two been teaching her? She set one of the deadliest snakes on the planet on a classmate of hers!"

"What have we been teaching her?" Hati asked, arching an eyebrow. "Oh grandfather dearest, just who do you think has been the biggest influence on her life growing up? Because it hasn't been us."

"How does she even get into these situations?" Gabriel asked despairingly. "I did tell you about the Elder god, right?"

"In great length and detail," Hati said as Váli, who had just managed to gain control of himself, broke down into laughter again.

"How?" Gabriel groaned. "How?"

The presence of an Elder god at Hogwarts didn't concern him in itself. The eldritch beings originated from the Empty and, much like the archangels, were older then the Earth itself. They were also largely uninterested in it. Like reapers, they were about as neutral as it got, except while reapers were neutral to keep the Balance, the Old Ones were neutral because they genuinely did not give a fuck.

Except, of course, Hermione had somehow managed to find the one Elder god who seemed curious enough about humanity that not only had it lingered for a thousand years, but it had recognised and greeted her.

"She's your priestess," Váli said, as if the answer to his despair was obvious. "She courts chaos, as she should. It is a form of worship and she is most devout."

"She does cause the most beautiful chaos," Gabriel had to admit.

"So stop panicking and have a little faith in her," Váli told him. "Clearly, she knew what she was doing. She had an antidote ready, didn't she? It was a calculated move, not something she decided to try in the heat of the moment. And just think of the look on the faces of her Housemates when a mudblood had the symbol of their House attack a pureblood– she couldn't have chosen a better way to crush their pride under her foot and humiliate the little shit who's been causing her so much trouble." Váli looked genuinely impressed. "Eris is going to be so proud of her."

Gabriel paused. "Excuse me?" he asked slowly, dangerously. "Who did you say has been 'causing her so much trouble'?"

"Ah," Váli said. "Right. Forgot I probably wasn't supposed to mention that to you."

Gabriel smiled. It wasn't a pleasant smile. Váli tried to make a hasty retreat, only to find himself frozen on the spot. "Oh shit," he sighed. "Eris is going to be so pissed at me." Gabriel just continued to smile at him.