I Know Your Secret 2

Foretold

Chapter 3

To See-r Secret

Hermione was startled in the dark when a flash of emerald light announced Hope's arrival though the fireplace behind her.

"Hope!" Hermione said in worry as the darkness returned and she was squished into the wall by her friend, which wasn't too bad, and Hope was small in the boob department, so she wasn't as squished as she could have been in the chest area, but she couldn't move to even turn around as she was wedged in place. "Umm… I think something has gone wrong."

"Wow Hermione, for a geeky girl your arse sure is firm," Hope replied while Hermione squealed in surprise as Hope grabbed at and squeezed her butt, but she couldn't get away or move in the slightest.

"Hope!" Hermione complained as she tried to squirm out of Hope's grip, but it was no good as they were squished into a space barely big enough for one of them.

"Not one hundred per cent my fault," Hope replied, laughing a little and squeezing a little more to entice another shuddering squeal. "I didn't know that they would keep the fireplace in the smallest broom closet ever."

"Hope!" Hermione whisperingly complained. "That doesn't give you an excuse to grope my bum. And there isn't even a door!"

"Yeah, I figured something was wrong," Hope agreed while Hermione's body shuddered against her as she squeezed Hermione's bum again, but not on purpose that time as she was trying unsuccessfully to reclaim her hands. "Do you know how to apparate yet?"

"N-no," Hermione said with a slight husk to her voice. "We're only fifteen. We're not allowed to learn to do that for another two years," she shuddered and squirmed her body against Hope's and knew her best friend well enough to know she already figured it out.

"H-Hermione. Am I turning you on?" Hope asked in teasing reprimand. "You naughty girl, Hermione. I have a girlfriend. But if you're extra nice to Fleur, she might let you borrow me for a little fun. Or the three of us could play together, just imagine all of the things we could do-."

"Hope. Stop teasing me!" Hermione complained. "I can't help it because you're freaking using a bloody enchantment on me. Aren't you!? That's just the sort of thing you would take amusement in, in a situation like this."

"Well okay. Just a little," Hope agreed sheepishly. "But I didn't have to try very hard Hermione. You're so going to have to change your knickers when you get the chance." Hope giggled as she could practically feel Hermione's blushing in the dark. "I know you've thought about it. You can't be best friends with a super cute and sexy lesbian like me without having fantasised a little."

"Hope, just get us out of here, please," Hermione worried. "This isn't the time and certainly not the place for your silly teasing. I can't move. Can you open the floo again?"

"No," Hope replied. "The fireplace is almost completely buried in brick. I can feel it on my back. And I can't sense anyone around here."

"How are we going to get out of this then?-." Hermione panicked as she squirmed more as her back nearly perfectly flush with Hope's chest and body, but she was certainly stuck and likely making things worse. "We have to call for help. Can you reach your phone and call Jeanie?"

"My hands are stuck to your butt," Hope said thoughtfully. "And without grabbing hold of you fairly tightly I won't be able to apparate with you and trying could lose you a body part or two."

"Well – wait - you mean you have to grope me to get me out of here?"

"Umm… no. That wouldn't work," Hope said sheepishly. "I would need a better grip on you. If I had my hands around your chest, I could grope you out with your tits as long as I'm still behind you like this," she said causing Hermione to shudder a little in embarrassment and it took all of Hope's will power to keep from laughing. "But more realistically. Your wrist, ankle, heck, even your neck or hair would do," she said squirming to slide her hands out from between them, but even her upper arms were trapped by the sides of the walls. "Even just a cuddle would do it, but we're jammed in here pretty tight."

"Hope, please don't leave me," Hermione suddenly whimpered out.

"I'm not leaving you!" she replied reassuringly. "We'll get through this - but remind me to teach you to apparate."

"But I'm not a rule breaker like you," Hermione replied with a slight sniffle.

Hope sighed. "Okay. Can you reach my watch? If you can remove it, I can apparate out and you can use the teleporter watch once you have room to use it."

"Hope I can't move my arms!" Hermione complained.

"Umm… I hate to suggest this but-," Hope said nervously, but since Hermione couldn't see her, Hope let a wide grin stretch across her face as she tried to keep from snickering childishly as she had to lighten the mood. "Can you shimmy your jeans and underwear down your knees?"

"Then you can get a grip hold of my jeans because they're tighter to me than my robe?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Well, no," Hope said impishly. "That could splinch your legs."

"Um. Were you just being a pervert then?"

"Surprisingly no," Hope said, but her grin grew wider as she wasn't being completely honest. "I was going to suggest sticking a couple of fingers up your arse and hooking them in you to get a tight enough grip to apparate us out of here."

"You are not doing that," Hermione said deadpan as her left eye twitched. "For one it will hurt a lot with you tugging me out. For two it will be ridiculously embarrassing. And for three what part of: 'I can't move my arms' don't you understand?"

Hope sighed sadly. "Well I'm out of teleportation ideas. And dragging you out by your virgin arsehole would have been so funny," she said finally letting out a gasp of giggles.

"To you!" Hermione retorted in frustration. "Because you have a perverted sense of humour. I do not, and things aren't as funny when they happen to you. Please just do anything. I'm scared Hope and you're not making me feel better by being so unconcerned and making stupid suggestions. Heck, right now I would let you finger my butt as much as you want, if you got us out of here. Seriously. Please," she whimpered out and Hope heard the sob coming from her lips.

"Wow. With an offer like that on the table…" Hope joked with that same calm Hermione found both annoying and endearing. "Is it okay if I blow shit up and add a voice command to my watch when I get home."

"Yes yes yes!" Hermione cried out as she was starting to panic with claustrophobia and squirm more. "Blow whatever you want up. As long as it gets us out of here in one piece. And add Alexa or Google or something to your fucking watch! But I don't think this situation is going to… you know what you're you. Some shit like this is bound to happen again!"

"Damn girl. When you're cussing, I know you're seriously freaking out," Hope said calmly as she took a few deep breathes. "Just keep your mouth and eyes closed and take a deep breath."

Hermione managed a deep breath and then the ground around them started shaking, and then in a boom the tiny area spread out as the rock and brick exploded outward cutting into the walls and freeing the girls from being squished together. Hope's hands slid free and wrapped around Hermione's waist in that moment as the walls started falling in, and then they were outside breathing in the fresh air as Hope fell back with Hermione in her arms as she lost her balance. But in that one motion a buffer of air managed to catch them an inch from the ground in a tangle before dropping them that last bit.

They landed on the grass verge beside an abandoned car park and took several deep breaths each without moving for a few calm, quiet moments.

Hermione span after awhile in Hope's arms and hugged Hope tightly, whimpering and crying. Hope smiled softly as she held her friend tightly and startled the geeky girl by groping her arse.

"So when do I get to finger your arsehole?" Hope asked laughingly.

Hermione pulled back with wide eyes as she brushed away the tears in her eyes. "Whenever you want," she surprisingly said while her cheeks streaked with heat.

"I-I was kind of expecting a 'don't be an idiot' sort of reply… you know, like normal," Hope said with a sheepish smile. "I wouldn't hold you to anything like that, Hermione. You're my best friend and I love you. I would totally blow loads of shit up for you free of charge."

Hermione embarrassedly climbed off Hope and helped her stand. "I stand by what I said! But thanks. I love you too," she said looking away before turning back and glaring suddenly in a more Hermione fashion. "You could have broken us out at any time and you even suggested-suggested sticking your fingers there and apparating us before blasting the room open with a wide area effect shield!? You can use magic without a focus so easily. I cannot. You should have done that sooner!"

"Well, it, kind of seemed like I should have suggested anything else before something so dangerous, silly. The space we were in could have collapsed in on us. It did collapse on us, but luckily I'm like Supergirl and got us to safety at super speeds."

"I-I suppose it could have gone really wrong," Hermione agreed before turning and looking around. "Where are we anyway. Luckily there's no muggles around, but wasn't this supposed to be the location for the Sanctuary in Dublin?"

"Yeah," Hope said thoughtfully as she looked around at a huge empty lot with cracked concrete and tons of rubble fenced off from the quiet street with warning signs about the dangers and a few signs only a magical would be able to notice.

"I'm pretty sure that pile of rubble used to be the secret entrance to get underground," she said pointing it out with a deadpan expression. "But that explains why everyone lost contact, it doesn't explain why they've gone so dark. I do hope most of them at least got out of there. And the posts say they're relocating to Roarhaven after the incident - whatever that was about," she shrugged. "I think Roarhaven is Ireland's only magical town, kind of like Hogsmeade in Scotland."

"It is," Hermione agreed. "Northern Ireland has another smaller magical only place, and there's a couple of places to shop. But I read that Roarhaven can be quite racist towards muggles."

"Just as well we have no business there," Hope added with a lacklustre shrug. "We're not here to meet any Sanctuary mage. But it could be a new business opportunity to think about some time soon. But let's just head to Cassandra's home for now, and ask her about Darquesse."

"Okay, so how are we going to get-," Hermione began as Hope grabbed her hand and they blinked away to reappear in front of an average looking house in a long row of houses. "There-," Hermione finished reflexively. "Okay, so this is the seers house then?" she asked, and Hope nodded. "It doesn't look very-."

"Magical?" Hope suggested, and Hermione nodded. "I can sense mysticism though, so this must be the place."

"I thought Fletcher was the last teleporter!"

Hermione and Hope were startled as a girl's voice spoke behind them and they spun to see them. Hope smiled widely while Hermione screamed, fell back onto her arse while continuing to scream and point at the tall man in the dapper looking suit with wide brimmed hat.

"Hi there!" Hope said happily over Hermione's continued screaming. "You kind of startled us for a moment. Do you have some business with Miss. Cassandra to?"

"Umm… your friend's kind of having a mental breakdown," the girl said. She was taller than Hope with long black hair. She was wearing all black except the blood red sleeves of her long black coat.

Hope looked down at Hermione (who wouldn't stop screaming) before looking back at the girl with a wide grin. "Na, she'll be fine. We were recently nearly buried alive, so seeing a snazilly dressed skeleton guy is making her think of scythes and creepy black hooded robes."

"Totally understandable." The skeleton spoke with a rough velvet voice as if he got similar explanations all the time. "I am Detective Skulduggery Pleasant, and this is my partner, Valkyrie Cain."

"Its nice to meet you Detectives," Hope said happily. "Especially you, Val-ka-rie…" she purred playfully with a wink that caused Valkyrie to blush brightly. "I'm Kairi Hope Potter, but most people call me Hope. And this is my best friend, Hermione Granger."

"You're the Impossible," Skulduggery breathed out even though he had no lungs. "The Girl-Who-Lived. The girl who survived deaths own curse. So, what brings you all the way to visit Cassandra?"

"Impossible…?" Valkyrie asked in confusion.

"Later," he replied before returning his attention to Hope.

"Oh, right," she said with a small frown. "Darquesse! I totally have to know how hot she is. If she is smoking. I'm going to put that naughty little witch over my lap and spank her cute little arse!"

"Huh?" Even Hermione stopped her screeching to mumble her own 'huh?' and join in the baffled staring.

"Totally," Hope said with a dreamy sigh. "Naughty dark sorceresses like her will not learn without a regular spanking."

"Hope!" Hermione said deadpan as she pulled herself up to her feet and brushed herself off as if she hadn't spent a full minute making a fool of herself. "Not every ridiculously powerful dark witch you're going to meet is a pervert like Tabitha!"

"Are you sure?" she asked before looking to Valkyrie. "That isn't true is it?"

Valkyrie's heart was pounding in her chest as her cheeks turned bright red as she thought about being bent over this strange cute sorceresses' lap with her trousers and knickers around her ankles getting a spanking.

"Umm… yeah. I mean I don't know," Valkyrie said nervously. "I've never met one like that before, but I suppose you could give it a try. She err, might like it-."

Valkyrie trailed to a stop as Skulduggery burst out chuckling causing her to realise what she said, and her blush increased ten-fold.

Hope chuckled even though she wasn't sure what the joke was. "Anyway. I found out about the visions and realised that I didn't want the world to burn so figured it would be a good idea to investigate. Then I'm going to kick the ten billion barrels of shit out of her, put her in chains and keep her as my very own human pet!"

"Y-you're joking right?" Valkyrie asked before turning to Hermione when Hope didn't respond. "She is joking, right?"

Hermione shrugged impishly. "I have no idea. I really wouldn't be surprised by anything she did."

"Are you four going to come in or stand on my doorstep all day with Miss Potter continuing to amuse herself at your expenses?" They were interrupted as the front door of the house opened and a dark-haired woman stood watching them with a smile. "Its so much easier that you all arrived together since you all want to see the same thing. Please, come in." She turned and walked back in side leaving the door open for them.

"Damn!" Hope mumbled as she followed the woman inside and took a look around at all the weird psychic stuff like dream-catchers and well creepy stuff that she couldn't name, but she had normal things like TV and furniture too. "I was enjoying myself."

"I know," Cassandra replied.

"How do you know her name?" Hermione asked as she followed.

"She's psychic, silly!" Hope said causing Hermione to blush.

"And I've been listening to you," Cassandra added as Valkyrie and Skulduggery followed them inside and closed the door behind them. "You four aren't exactly quiet."

"S-sorry," Valkyrie said sheepishly. "But I'm kind of confused about these girls. I thought, Fletcher was the last teleporter. And what's this thing about Hope being impossible?"

"Fletcher is the last teleporter," Skulduggery replied. "And Hope Potter is a witch… no… different type… a Spellcaster," he quickly added as Valkyrie was about to say something. "She was hit with the Killing Curse, which is a different branch of magic compared to ours; it should have killed her, but it didn't. And names have little power over them."

"Yeah, but you can make a bunch of weaklings fear the name of a witch or wizard," Hope said with a laugh as she thought back to the old man's stupidity.

"So you defeated him?" Skulduggery asked.

"Her," Hope corrected. "Purists can be a little… well a lot sexist."

"Tabitha?"

"Yeah, took my blood to resurrect herself," Hope said with a wide grin at the memory. "I screwed her over, but she regained her stolen childhood and she is now in my custody for the rest of her life."

"I see," Skulduggery said with a nod while Valkyrie looked just as confused as ever. "And now you're looking for a new super villain?"

"Well, I kind of like the world," she replied with a shrug as she flexed the fingers of her right hand and the wall to her right warped with a streaming ripple for a second, even rippling the pictures and dream-catchers on the wall before it all went still, looking untouched.

"Whoa, Skulduggery. Did you see that!?" Valkyrie said in awe as she almost teleported up to Hope. "That was awesome. Is it some kind of spacial magic. That's how you teleported, isn't it? You can control space. That's it. Space is your magical discipline!"

"Huh?" both Hermione and Hope said together.

"Mage like them don't have a set discipline," Skulduggery said. "They cast spells. We've normally referred to them as Spellcasters or just Casters rather than mage or sorcerers. Its a more accurate description from our point of view. Most of them use some kind of focus to use most of their magic as it makes it easier to access, like using a computer or calculator to do maths rather than in their heads, but it appears Miss. Potter is quite the maths prodigy."

"Why thank you, Mr. Pleasant!" Hope said happily. "And Casters. I like that. Much more fun than being called a witch or wizard."

"Please take your time!" Cassandra suddenly interrupted. They turned to her in surprise. "It isn't like I could have other things I could be doing."

"Sorry." The four of them replied together.

Cassandra sighed and rolled her eyes. "I can show you what you all want to see. But the visions have not changed much, nor gotten clearer. If you'll follow me, please," she said as she walked through a door to some steps leading down into the basement with her four guests slowly following.