Veela and her wolf

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything...shocking!

I may...or may not have included a character from Twilight...umm...yeah it just happened...

Daughter of the dark and moon

hidden in mud

Will meet her match with a bird of prey

Their union will be realized in a fury of

Fur joining feathers.

Destined to turn the tide

of the greatest war

Their love will save us all

Hermione

With the additional students their classes had an exciting influx of activity, from the boys drooling at the French women passing and parting the seas like a muggle Moses. Hermione had yet to see the blonde bombshell again. That didn't stop her from chatting up a few lovely ladies in her classes, and even talked one or two....or more.. into a broomstick closet a time or two...for research purposes...oh who was she kidding, she had been getting a good snogging from these beauties, and had begun to get a reputation amongst the French, they started calling her petit louve or 'little wolf', for her tenacity and smooth moves. She was gentle when they wanted it and forceful when asked, but always respectful. She kept to her discretion as requested, and was seen as a trustworthy ally. Her English counterparts were none the wiser, and none of them had even gotten close to being coherent enough to even carry on a conversation, let alone be able to flirt...thank Merlin my parents insisted I learn French growing up...Hermione salaciously thought.

Hermione tended to steer clear of the Bulgarians, mostly to stay away from creepy McCreeperson Krum and his fellow goons. They were quickly found out to be associated with the correct house, as they all seemed to have the same aversion to mudbloods or muggle born students.

Fleur

Since the first day Fleur hadn't felt that weird longing feeling, and she was wondering if it was a fluke. She began to hear rumblings from the 4th years about a petit louve apparently whomever this young witch was, had some serious smooth moves. It amused her to no end that these young veelas would go gaga over her. However it was innocent enough to not warrant any warnings to her young paramours, as this upetit louve was always discrete and respectful. Fleur only hoped that when she met her mate that they would be such a caring lover.

Hermione

Word had come down that today every student and faculty including the visiting delegations were to be subjected to blood testing. The Ministry had a project come about to properly document all magical family trees. So many of the official records had been destroyed during the first wizzarding war that all of the Ministries world wide pushed for this.

Great...more teasing because I'm muggleborn... Hermione thought to herself. Smooth as she was to certain females, this did not translate to the Slytherins, as Draco headed up the accusations of impure blood. He made her so mad that the prior year she had lost it and shown her muggle side by a right cross punch to his nose served him right, serves him right that stupid git...

However, she dutifully waited in line with the rest of her other fourth year students. They were told a copy of the results would be waiting for them on their beds after the evening meal.

Right as Hermione was getting ready to leave the great hall, Dumbeldore sent word that she was to be summoned to his office before heading off the the Gryffindor tower. Harry had given her a confused look and all she could do was shrug in response and head that way.

She said the password 'lemon drops' and walked up the winding staircase to his office. Hermione was met with not only Dumbeldore, but also Prifessor McGonnagal, Professor Snape, as well as some official from the Ministry in charge of the family tree lineage charts. From the morose looks on their faces something was up. She began thinking furiously about what this could mean for her. I know I'm muggle born but, come on it can't-be that big of a deal...

Dumbeldore began, "Hermione we have some news for you, apparently you are not whom you think you are."

Ummm that doesn't sound ominous or anything...and since when has he ever called me by my first name.?

"What do you mean professor?" Hermione asked

" well apparently you are not muggleborn at all, your mother was a werewolf shifter from America named Leah Clearwater, whom happens to be a distant cousin to the Blacks here in England, and your father was Tom Riddle...we know him as Voldemort." Dumbeldore replied

Holy shit! Hermione had her mouth agape for what must have been a few minutes, then she shook her head.

"Pardon, you must be joking." Hermione said

"I'm afraid he's right, you were taken from your parents the same night Voldemort attacked Harry. You were believed to be deceased, as your mother was killed protecting you. We are not sure how, but your birth records were altered, you are actually a few years older than you thought and are not Miss Granger, but rather Miss Riddle instead. We are also not sure how you came to be with the Grangers, but as this news has come to light, your name is changed and will be immediately given access to your family's assets, as you are the only living heir." Professor McGonnagal said

" I know this is a lot to take in Miss Riddle, but we thought it prudent to tell you in person, rather than find out by parchment. This is starting news for us all, and want you to know that we will be here for you no matter. Unfortunately since the Grangers are not your biological parents, we will have to wipe their memories and transport your belongings here, we wish that you could go see them once more, but the Ministry has already sent to have their memories altered." Dumbeldore stated in his most sincere tone of apology.

"No trouble at all Professor, it never felt like home anyway..." Hermione absentmindedly replied

" your age allows you to live on your own outside of Hogwarts, and with your new family fortune, this will not be a hardship, however since being informed of your relation Narcissa Malloy has requested to meet with you come next Hogsmeade weekend. She had also extended her home, should you ever need family. As you know the Blacks have always looked out for their blood."

Hermione was stunned, this was too much to take in and with that information given, Hermione barely registered signing some documents and given some information on her mothers tribe and their contact information, as well as her new legal forms. Professor McGonnigal walked an almost comatose Hermione to her bed. She helped her get settled for the night and then left her to her own devices.

Surprisingly sleep came easy that night and Hermione slept the deepest sleep she has ever known.