|Hermione Granger POV|
I nervously look at the ground and see if my clothes are good enough for the people that are coming here. They are people from another universe.
Yesterday, I was searching and researching a spell that can take us away from this hell hole. The earth where the He-Who-Doomed-Us-All, Voldemort, decides to tickle the dragon that is a Nuclear weapon and pay the consequences.
He sent all his Death Eaters around the world and controlled all the leaders of the world that hold Nuclear weapons. He thinks that Nuclear Weapons are like a cannon in the Renaissance Era and decides to prove to his minion that he is a true immortal before firing all Nuclear Weapons worldwide.
Because of the idiotic action of Voldemort, 77% population of the earth is gone. Either from the blast or the radiation. The only reason why my family and I survive the fallout is that the New-Born (A new calling for a muggle-born) wizard and witches quickly make a nuclear bunker reinforced with all kinds of spells around it.
I am still mad at Albus Dumbledore, who decided to store a bloody philosopher stone inside a school filled with children and only protected by a spell that even a first-year student can unlock. Even two years later, I still hate him for what he did.
Lucky for us, he died trying to prove that he is the greatest wizard by ‘stopping’ the muggle weapon. But, unfortunately, there is nothing left of him from the explosion.
Many of us thought that magic would cancel the nuclear missile, but it looked like it did not matter to the nuclear bomb. Some of the people here speculate Voldemort and his minion decided to enchant the bomb because he thought that a Nuclear Weapon is not strong enough.
However, all of them don’t matter anymore. Right now, I need to prioritize this meeting. Finally, the young woman answered my question, saying that he can help my people and me by sending us to the other world.
But, there is one condition. The one sending the young woman wants one thing. Me. Her client wants me to give my soul and body.
Before she can say anything more, I agree with her. However, instead of showing me an eternal servitude contract right away, she wants me to meet her client and see his world. She said that I could refuse the contract if what her client is offering is not satisfactory to my expectation. She says that she and her client will appear at 10 AM.
So here I’m wearing the most beautiful dress I can find from the local clothes shop that has been abandoned.
“You need to relax, dear.”
I give a small smile to my mother. It is really hard explaining what I do to my parents and the others. However, after I explained that this is the only way to survive, my parents unwillingly nodded their heads.
I look to the side and see people that stay in our small community, Luna Lovegood and her father Xenophilius Lovegood, the man where I get the spell on sending an SOS message to the other people in the other world.
There is also the Weasley family: Arthur Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasly, and Ginerva Weasley. Among the family here, Arthur Weasley is the one that loses the most family. His wife, his third son, and youngest son decided to stay with Albus because they think Albus knows the best. His eldest and second son were not in the UK when the bombing happened.
There is also the Tonks family: Andromeda Tonks, Edwards Tonks, and Nymphadora Tonks. They are the ones urging the other to take cover inside a bunker when the news of Voldemort decides to fire all nuclear warheads in the world.
Within the span of 24 hours, they successfully build a bunker that has been fortified with all spells they know. They then spread the word about Voldemort firing all the Nuclear warheads at the other Newborn wizards and witches.
And because of it, almost a hundred people are staying in our little bunker. We lived inside the bunker for two years, and we lived a vegetarian life from all the plants we grow using our magic.
Sadly, the magic around the world begins to be dismissed. I can feel my magic pool generate at a slower rate, and it never gets full. Because of this, we try to make a new spell that can help in growing some food. Sadly, we have yet to discover that spell.
So right now, we need to eat less and less food to make our supply last.
I snap from my thoughts when I hear people begin to talk among themselves. I look at where they are pointing their hand at, and I can see a portal appear in the middle of the room, and coming from the portal is the woman that came to this world yesterday, and this time she is bringing someone.
He is a young man around ten. He has golden hair and blue eyes.
“Good morning. As promised yesterday, I am bringing my client today.”
“Greetings. My name is Riser Phenex. I’m the owner of the pocket dimension where you can stay and grow. Please follow me.”
The people inside the bunker hesitate and seeing that they are hesitant, I decide to be the one walking through the portal. When I step inside the portal, I look up and widen my eyes.
I can see a beautiful land filled with a green that I have not seen for a long time. The sky is blue and not green like the sky I used to see. I’m currently standing in front of a massive castle. The castle is even bigger than Hogwart.
“Welcome to Euthoria!”
As I look around, the rest of the people inside the bunker walk through the portal and have the same expression as me.
“Please follow me. I will show you where you will stay.”
Riser showed us around the empty city. He then showed us a building where we can call home. Lastly, he showed us the farm and the husbandry where we can work to get some food.
“So, what is your decision?”
Before my mother and father could say anything, I said.
“Yes. I will sign the contract.”
A second after I say that, a piece of paper and a needle appears in front of me. Seeing the paper appear, the young woman walks toward me and says,
“Then you can sign the contract using your blood.”
I pick up the needle and smear my blood on the paper. After I sign the paper, a shawl appears around Riser, and it flies toward me. The shawl wraps around me, and I can feel a connection between Riser and me.
I can feel his feelings. Currently, he is nervous and relieved at the same time. I don’t know why but I want to serve him. I want to be praised by him. I want to be dominated by him. I want to obey all his words. I want him to be my master.
I can feel Riser’s presence inside me, and I can feel how he loves me and how he wants me. I don’t know how long it lasted, but after a moment, my vision got back, and I could see Riser looking at me worryingly.
“Welcome to the family, Hermione Granger.”
