AN: Long time, no see. What can I say real life gets in the way sometime of updating. I doubt I'll have time to get another chapter out until 2020. Usually, I can get a few of these out during vacation, but I am helping my parents move this year. So most of my vacation is going to be consisting of packing a U-Haul. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter. It should give you some idea on what is going on with Hermione.

Chapter 47: First Awakening

Hermione Granger blinked. The light was so bright and her head hurt so much.

She frowned as she tried to remember where she was. She recognized the room, it was her hospital room in Gotham.

As she thought this a dozen thoughts came into her head about the hospital. Random statics, its location—what the hell?

"Hermione, love?"

She turned to see her mother looking at her. Mum looked completely worn out more so than she had the last time she saw her. Though, she was more or less a blur the last time she saw her with all the drugs and her one eye.

One eye.

Hermione frowned realizing she could see clearly out of both eyes. In fact, her vision had never been this good before.

"Mum?" She asked.

Her voice sounded weird. Like she hadn't used it in a long time

"You're awake, poppet." It was her father who said this.

Her father was here?

Now, Hermione was alarmed. She was trying to figure out what exactly was going on. Her brain felt way too fuzzy for her liking. Fuzzy and yet clear at the same time, it was a weird feeling to process.

"What happened?" She asked cutting to the chase. "Daddy?

"Love, it's okay." Her mother said. "It's okay."

It didn't feel okay. Something was off. Hermione felt herself panicking yet her body wasn't exactly reacting the way she thought it would be. Rather, than feeling her heart pound or find herself gasping for air she found her body was not reacting at all. She was calm if anything if she started to panic there was something…something that relaxed her. Not that she could pinpoint what it was exactly.

"What's going on?" She asked.

Her father frowned looking at her. "How much do you remember, poppet?"

"There was an accident…"

She remembered riding that roller coaster on Harry's birthday. It wasn't an accident though, the Joker had set it up.

She shook her head mid sentence. "No, not an accident."

"No it was not." Her mother said. "So, you know you were in the hospital then?"

Hermione nodded. "A little."

Really, she didn't remember much after the accident. She remembered being in the hospital and in pain, but she had a lot of blanks. "How's Harry?" She asked wondering how her friend was. She had no memory of seeing him, and for some reason she was worried about him.

"Hermione," Her mother said.

"What? I know Harry was at the amusement park too, is he okay?"

Her mother frowned. "I told you he was okay, you don't remember?"

She shook her head.

"What was the last thing you remember, poppet?" Her father asked.

She frowned. "I remember waking up here. Being told about what happened."

Her mother nodded. "Yes and?"

"And that's it." Hermione said before adding. "Everything after that is blurry which doesn't make sense."

Her mother frowned when she said this.

"Mum?" Hermione asked.

She might've not picked up on a lot of social cues, but she did pick up on the way her mother was looking at her father.

Emma Granger sighed. "How much do you remember about your injuries, love."

Hermione frowned. "My eye but I can see…"

Emma nodded. "Yes. The surgery worked."

"Surgery?" Hermione said.

Her mother then started explaining a procedure and facts went into her head.

Facts that made sense even though she never heard of some of the things her mother was talking about like nano biotechnology. Yes, she might've heard of it in passing but the details she knew…

"Hermione?"

It was her father this time.

"What's going on, poppet?" He asked.

"I…I don't know." She said. "All these facts…"

Her mother frowned as she looked at her father. "Dan…"

He nodded and Emma Granger sighed heavily. "It's probably a side effect from the procedure they said you could be different…"

"Different?"

She was part machine.

She was still getting used to that.

Although, her parents kept insisting that that was not the case.

She remembered rolling her eyes at their pleas. Or rolling her eye and the machine that had replaced the eye that had been gouged out at that amusement park. She knew what she was the data was coming through her head.

It was weird thinking she was essentially part computer now. A part of her found it to be incredibly cool, another part of her found it horrifying. It was hard to process—well, at lease emotionally. Intellectually speaking…she was better than ever. Her process facilities were heightened.

And it was taking some used to getting used to the fact that her brain was essentially part machine now, wired to the internet. She could just think of something and she'd have all the data running through her head.

It was a lot to process.

Inwardly, she laughed at the pun. She had a processor in her head now and a lot of other things she had never heard of—well, sort of. Of course, a mere thought and a thousand different Google results came rushing in her head.

It was a weird feeling.

Her parents noticed the look on her face.

"You'll get used to it." Her father said.

Hermione frowned.

She wasn't used to Dan acting this way. At least in the recent past. Since getting her letter from Hogwarts, there had been a rift between her and her father which had been sort of weird because they had always gotten along prior to finding out she was a witch.

"Magic school, you can't be serious?" Her father said after Professor McGonogall had left their house.

"We saw her use her wand, Daddy." Hermione said, "Magic is real!"

Her father shook her head. "Oh, I'm not denying magic isn't real. I saw it too."

"Dan…" Her mother said.

He shook her head, "Really, I can't believe the nerve of that woman…"

"Daddy?"

"You're not going to that school." He said.

She was shocked remembering what the professor said about how her magic would be bond if she didn't attend. She was horrified at her father's reaction.

"You can't mean that!"

"Oh, I mean it." He said, "Really, what good will a bunch of magic do you?"

"You heard what the professor said there's a whole world full of people like me."

"What about your dreams of being a physicist? This morning it was all about physics."

"Because I didn't have answers." Hermione said, "Now I do."

He gave her a look.

"Magic." She said, "It explains everything."

Her father rolled his eyes. "You can't be serious."

In the end, they had compromised. Although, the comprised had definitely strained their relationship quite a bit it had escalated this summer when her father had strong words with how her muggle subjects had suffered.

She hadn't confided with her parents with what happened last term. They would've pulled her out if they knew. Or for that matter if they knew what happened to her the first year…and to think at the beginning of the first year she thought about writing them, begging them to pull her out of the school.

She felt so lonely…

Much like now.

She did not know how to cope with all of this.

"Breathe." Her mother said, "You're going to have a panic attack."

"I can't have a panic attack," She said, "That's the problem."

"Your body will shut itself down." Her father said. "You don't want that to happen."

"Won't I just reboot." She said.

"Hermione…" Her mother said.

"I don't even know how the surgery was possible with my magic." The girl said.

Her parents looked at each other.

"What?" Hermione asked, "Am I missing something?"

Her mother sighed. "You really have no recollection of anything, do you?"

The girl shook her head. "No, no, I don't."

Her mother frowned as a woman came in.

"Zatanna?" Hermione asked.

For a second she was star struck before she remembered she had met Zatanna before. She was teaching Harry.

A few feelings of jealousy came over her for a second realizing her best friend was being tutored by the League's best magic users, then those feelings vanished as she still realized she hadn't heard from her best friend.

"Hello, Hermione." The witch said smiling at her.

She might've been smiling but she wasn't happy, there was something off about her.

"Harry?" Hermione asked.

The Grangers looked at each other.

"What happened to Harry?" Hermione asked.

"How much does she know?" Zatanna asked.

Her best friend was missing and they expected her not to overreact. How could she do anything but?

"You need to calm down."

She wasn't even sure who said that. She didn't care. Of all the bad news she heard today—and there was a lot—the news about Harry hurt her the most because they had kept it from her.

The fact that she had made a decision to become—well, what she was now—was now lingering in the back of her brain/processing unit.

"Why didn't anyone tell me he went missing?" She asked ignoring the pacifying voices.

"Hermione."

"I asked a question." She said she felt herself growing tense as a voice in the back of her started to say that her processor was overheating.

She frowned.

It was only a reminder of what she was now. Not normal. Not human. She was a goddamn robot.

They didn't call her that though. She refused to listen to that. While the machine part of her might've wanted her to relax she couldn't—she was still that human.

Zatanna noticed her expression, "You really should calm down, Hermione. We will find Harry."

Hermione shook her head.

"You know I work for the League, right?" Zatanna said. "Harry did mention you followed our work."

Hermione frowned. Follow their work would be an understatement. She used to be a little obsessed with it. More than a little obsessed, and she still was—or had been until all of this.

"That was a long time ago." She found herself telling Zatanna.

Zatanna raised an eyebrow, "A long time ago?"

"It feels like it was a long time ago." She said. "I really don't know how much time has passed since I been here."

"It's been a little over a month." The witch said.

Hermione frowned, "What about…"

Then she stopped. She wouldn't be attending Hogwarts anymore. Not after what was done to her. She still couldn't believe she had agreed to it.

"It's not the end of the world." Zatanna said as if reading her mind. She probably was. Hermione had read about the mind arts towards the end of the semester. It had been something she looked forward to reading about, she doubted that would happen now since I soon as she thought of mind reading a dozen Google search results came into her mind about ESP and psychics.

Merlin, she was not going to get used to it.

"You will." Zatanna said. "There is going to be some adjusting."

"Adjusting." Hermione said. "Adjusting to the fact I'm not even human and my friend apparently has disappeared."

"Love…" Her mother warned again.

Obviously, she was agitated. That little voice in the back of her head was telling her to calm down again. She wanted to rip out all the wires and she said as much to her parents who seemed horrified. Zatanna, however, did not have much of a reaction.

Instead she sighed and said, "It will get easier."

"How will it get easier," Hermione said. "I'm a squib robot."

"You're not a robot, love…" She thought she heard her mother say but then her vision got dizzy and she blacked out.

It's funny you're told your not a robot when your system rebooted itself because it overheated.

Hermione hated that.

She hated everything about this and she was still told nothing about Harry. Instead, she was repeatedly told to calm down by everyone.

She glared at them.

"Maybe if I can have a word alone with Hermione?" Zatanna asked.

Her parents gave the witch a weary look. Much to Hermione's surprise her father turned to her and asked, "You okay being alone with her, poppet?"
She was still a little unnerved with how nice her father was being—probably was glad she didn't have magic anymore. Not that she could completely blame him.

"I'll be fine." She said. "And if not my system will shut down."

"Hermione…" Her mother said.

"Emma, it's okay." Zatanna ever the peacemaker said. "If there is a problem we'll stop this conversation immediately."

Her mother sighed reluctantly and turned to her father, "Dan, I think we should give them a minute."

Her father reluctantly nodded before leaving Hermione and Zatanna alone.

"I understand your upset." The witch said after an awkward moment of silence.

"Upset. Enraged. Disgusted." Hermione stated.

"If it makes you feel any better you and I had a very thorough discussion on your procedure before you agreed to it. I'm sorry you don't remember."
Hermione shook her head. "It's not the procedure I'm upset about."

Well, she was upset about the procedure but it wasn't what was currently making her the most upset that was Harry.

Zatanna sighed. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you about Harry sooner, Hermione."

"You're using legilimency on me." Hermione stated.

"Guilty." The witch said with a sigh. "It's a bad habit. I'm actually surprised you know about legilimency."

"I was the smartest witch in my year." Hermione stated.

"You meant are." Zatanna said. "You'll be able to regain your power once you adjust to what happened to you."

Hermione rolled her eye and the computer that they had replaced one of her eyes with.

"I'm being honest." Zatanna said. "Like I said, it's not that bad."

"You're changing the subject." Hermione stated. "I want to talk about my best friend."

Her best and only friend. He was missing. And the last time she saw him he didn't look the best.

She frowned as she thought about that day at the park how Harry tried to reassure her he was fine when he definitely was not.

"I know." Zatanna said. "You have to understand…"

Hermione gave her a look. "He's my best friend."

Only friend.

If anything happened to Harry…she wasn't sure what she'd do.

Zatanna sighed.

"I am the only one who gives a damn about Harry," Hermione said much more forcefully ignoring her stupid sensors (those things were going to have to get modified).

Zatanna gave Hermione an alarmed look, "That's not—"

Hermione cut her off. "You and Mr. Wayne act like you care, and so does Harry's aunt, but they don't know what Harry went through the past few years. I do."

"Hermione…"

"No." She said, "No, you don't know."

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