I would first like to say the usual statement, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! If I did I would be very rich and not only that, my ideas would be world known…. But without further ado I give you my story!
She felt as though she was being ripped apart, and not from and external source… It felt as though something was inside her, tearing her apart at the very seams that made her what she is, or should she say was. She whimpered, that's all she could do seeing as she had spent hours screaming at the top of her lungs which were now beyond spent and could hardly muster up the squeaks that they were managing. She had found that the pain came in waves, intense burst of excruciating pain that could only be described as worse than the cruciatus curse followed by periods of calming recovery time like the moment she was having now, only to be followed by another burst of the pain. Her golden brown curls covered her eyes, leaving only the lower half of her face in view of the people in the room who stared like an audience at a freak show, curious and cruel… They were her mentors, but how she managed to look up at them for so many years was beyond her comprehension now!
"Albus, what are you going to do, you can't possibly leave her to suffer like this! What is happening to the poor child, will she be alright?" Minerva McGonagall, her Transfiguration Teacher and the Head of her house spoke up, seeming to be the only one in the room to show compassion towards her. The old man Prof. McGonagall was questioning looked down at her again, his pale blue eyes hiding behind his spectacles in calculation as one of his hands twirled his long white beard in its grasp. Behind them Severus Snape stepped forward.
"The girl" he sighed, carrying on his monotone words "is dangerous, if she were to fall into the hands of the dark lord… well we all know what would occur" He rolled his eyes at the older woman's soft heart. "Minerva, are you aware of what this girl is?" He spewed venomously.
"She is Hermione Granger, a smart and talented young witch who has many friends and a bright future ahead of her! How dare you, locking her in a cage like some animal!" The old witch, furious at the situation began to steam at the cold hearted potions master. Before she could go on a tirade the sound of Dumbledore clearing his throat caught her attention.
"What Snape is trying to say, Minerva, is that this girl is not of the natural world" His eyes looked at the fuming woman. "What do you know of the Nephilim, Minerva?" McGonagall gasped at the question.
"You cannot possibly be saying what I think you are trying to say, Albus!" She held back her shock, turning to Hermione. "She couldn't possibly be such a creature!"
"Ahh, but Minerva, she is! Over half a century ago, when I was a man of only 46 I stumbled upon a woman in the woods with the most beautiful brown hair and amber eyes. She called herself Derdekea, and she was the most tantalizing creature I ever had the fortune to lay eyes upon."
~FlashBack~
A younger Albus Dumbledore walked through the woods near his home on a cold winter's day, hoping to get a relief from his constantly torturous lifestyle surrounded by his nagging brother and handicapped sister. Suddenly a golden glow was seen over a small hill and he rushed to investigate to find a beautiful, young brunette fallen on the ground.
"Miss, are you alright?" He said, hoping the woman was ok so he wouldn't have to take her to the hospital. She looked up at him, her molten amber gaze borrowing into his blue one with momentary fear and mistrust, before realizing she was not where she was just moments before. Dumbledore held out his hand to assist her up from the ground, which she cautiously accepted.
"Sir, may I ask you where I am?" She asked shakily, as she rose from the forest floor her long white gown flowed around her, accenting her bronzed skin.
"You are in the wood, near Godric's Hollow, Miss!" Dumbledore replied, curious as to her nervous behavior. It was at that moment he realized how underdressed she was, her dress not having sleeves and with the cold weather she would freeze before she could find the village to get better clothing. He pulled his cloak off his shoulders, knowing that he still had a coat on under it to keep himself warm enough, and placed it over her. "Don't want you to freeze to death, Miss! If you mind my asking, what may I call you?"
"Thank you, kind sir." She smiled up at him. "My name is Derdekea, what shall I call my rescuer?"
"You may call me Albus, Albus Dumbledore." He returned her grin with one of his own "May I show you to my home, where we can find a fire and some better suited clothing for you, Miss. Derdekea?"
"That would be wonderful, Mr. Albus!" she replied and went with him to his home, looking over her shoulder at her surroundings, to be sure that whatever she was fearing was nowhere to be seen.
~End FlashBack~
"She had told me what she was later that night, when she felt certain that I could be trusted. She was an angel who fled from the heavens in terror for a child growing within her womb, a child that was fathered by a man from earth. She had said that other angels refused to accept the abomination as one of their own, especially after the cursed Nephilim of the fallen and the problems they had posed." Dumbledore looked at Hermione again, sighing as he finished the story. "Derdekea had told me that she would take her child to another time, where she felt that the infant could be hidden away and that when the time was right the child would find itself in my care. It is only now that I realize the extent of what the angel had meant. This girl, Hermione is the last hope for our world! Should Harry fail his mission, she is the final barrier from total destruction…. Her and her intended that is!" The old man chuckled.
"What do you mean her intended?" Minerva questioned, not fully understanding what Dumbledore was talking of.
"At the time Derdekea was about to leave to ensure that her child was safe she told me that her daughter would not be alone in this world. She was going to go to time where there was another like her! There is another, a Nephilim that walks this world as of yet in silence, this girl's counterpart and eternal companion…. In essence, her betrothed." Dumbledore's nose wrinkled as he laughed. "I do not know where this other one is, but we must ensure Hermione's safety! This pain she feels will pass, and when it does she will be reborn in the form that has been and always will be, her true form! Half man, half angel; a being of two worlds but never truly accepted in either! It is to be expected that she will have a rough life ahead, with or without her companion! I can only hope that he is found before things erupt in to the chaos that we know is to come!" He said before walking out with Snape only a hair behind him.
McGonagall remained looking at Hermione. "Oh, sweet heavens, how can you be so cruel to a child?" She said before walking over to the girl, picking her up to ensure that she was alright for the moment. She was only covered in a thin tunic like garb that barely covered past her bottom, and if she were in any other place that wouldn't be an issue; but here in the dungeon temperatures rarely reached above sixty degrees, even in the summer like the one today where it was well into the eighties outside. Minerva pulled out her wand and with a flick created a bed of thick blankets for Hermione to rest in; nestling the girl in them to make her more comfortable. Minerva rested a wrinkled hand on Hermione's forehead "I only wish there was more I could do for you!" With that said, the elderly woman took her leave. As the professor walked up the stairs to the main part of the school she could here Hermione's screams as the transformation strengthened once again, ripping through her body. She wiped a stray tear from her cheek "I am so sorry"
