A/N: Hi there:P This story was inspired by Maximum Ride and The Midnighters. If you've read them, (they're really good books by the way!) then you'll see what I'm talking about. I'd greatly appreciate feedback to improve my writing. - Tell me if you have any ideas for the plot or if it has an interesting start. Thanks for taking the time to read.

Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me; only plots or characters that come from my imagination are mine.

WINGS OF DREAMS

PROLOGUE:

Blue. Everything was blue, frozen. Time was still, taking a rest from its never-ending journey. Every electron, every molecule was suspended in space, all forces halted. It was as if the universal pause button had been hit. The eerie silence reached deaf ears, both human and animal. That is, everyone except the Midnighters.

The wail of a baby was lost in the blue world. She was born at exactly 12 o'clock AM. This new world had none of the warmness that her mother's womb offered. In this place, the silence was deafening, whereas she once slept to the comforting beat of her mother's heart. And the baby continued to wail.

Not far off, another person was wandering the lonely paths of this world. He soon became within hearing range of the bawling child. His ears perked up. This is interesting, he thought. It wasn't everyday that he heard the birth of a new Midnighter. As he was a Healer, it was his duty to ensure that the infant was all right. Breaking into a jog, he hoped it wasn't a preemie. Premature babies often required immediate medical attention. As the doctors and other medical personnel were all frozen in time, they wouldn't be able to help. However, it was rare that a baby was born at midnight, and premature babies could not be called typical. Add those two together and it was practically a one in a million chance, he thought wryly. But it's better cautious than sorry. Following the noise, he reached a cozy and well-kept cottage.

He was in the master bedroom, the mother on the bed and two midwives in the midst of assisting. The baby's unusually sharp ears, probably from straining to hear a break in the stillness, picked up the faint sound of another heartbeat and immediately quieted. He looked down between the mother's legs, and cursed and sighed in relief at the same time. Figures. The newborn was, in fact, a preemie. Performing a quick sanitizing spell on himself, he carefully picked up the newborn.

He examined her and found that 'it' was a girl. He also noticed that even though she was small and skinny, she was quite a pretty baby. For now, however, those were all the positive aspects because upon touching her, he immediately felt her clammy skin and slow heart rate. This man performed a simple warming charm but frowned when he felt odd and mysterious bumps on her back. He expertly flipped her onto her belly and gasped. There, nestled between her shoulder blades, slicked down by amniotic fluid and whatnot were two perfectly formed wings. In the wizarding world, one could create wings, and create them as he wished, but they wouldn't last or be as flawlessly tailored. In fact, he knew that there could only be one ancient race that bore winged offspring...

Hands shaking in excitement, he gently pulled them open. They measured about a foot in width. For a few precious moments, he stared at the pure white wings in awe. Suddenly, the girl instinctively snapped them down so they encircled her body. Blinking in surprise and shock, the man began to ponder what to do next. He soon made up his mind and sighed. Drawing out his wand, he incanted an unintelligible string of words and her wings vanished, leaving her back as normal as any other baby.

Taking a glance at his specially charmed watch, he sighed, positioned the baby so she looked like she was just born, and left. The hour was up.

The play button activated, and time resumed, as if nothing happened. Gravity was in effect; stray cars traveled down the street, the night was warm and bright, and the hour-old newborn cried. Gone unnoticed by the strange man was delicately shaped marking on the palm of her tiny fist. It glowed for a brief moment before mimicking a regular birthmark. It was this unique baby that would become a certain Hermione Granger.

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