-A/N: I actually got an idea about what would happen if Hermione were an angel. I really don't know if this is a good idea or not, but hey, it's nice to play around with. Enjoy! -

-Prologue-

A woman who wore the purest white robe stood in front of a window. Her hair too was the same colour as her robe. The sky in front of her was twisting with colours of fiery red and orange. Amongst the cloisters, the young juniors always nicknamed the sky at dusk, Marian's Wrath. It was a wonder how the junior angels had thought their nickname would not reach the ears of the Head Angel herself, but it really was only a matter of time. After all, Marian was the Head Angel.

Aeons had made her wise. She knew how the world worked, well almost. A disaster was near where the angels would have no hand in at all. The disaster was near but would really start at the birth of a certain child, a certain boy to be exact. Marian had spent thousand of years deliberating on which of her angels would be his angel.

A soft knock on the oak door behind her shook her to reality. She heard the door open and without looking around she knew who was there. The junior's footsteps were almost too soft to hear but not to Marian's. Marian turned around to face the young junior that was now standing in front of her.

"Young child, why have you come?" asked the Head Angel in a soft voice.

"I… I don't know why I came Mother Marian. Something brought me here. I needed to tell you something important, but I do not know what," the young junior stuttered. Mother Marian was another name for the Head Angel at that time.

"It is time then, my young child. Young angel, have you heard of the bonding of a guardian angel to her ward?" Marian glided over to the polished desk near her right. She reached inside the desk to take out a folder.

"I have heard only rumours, Mother, only rumours," the young angel said.

"You would know well enough that rumours in Heaven are usually very accurate, child. You would know well enough that those feelings of a wanting to tell something, that you do not know of, is one of the feelings of the bond between guardian and ward. You would know and that is why you came."

The young angel was speechless.

"You are blessed, my dear child. Blessed, for you carry not one legacy, but two. You are half angel and half human. There was only one other being like that, that being ended up doing great and beautiful things. Beings of half-blood are destined for great things. You have been chosen child. Your ward is great as you great too. He will do many wonderful things, many beautiful and wondrous things but it will pain him, and you. Sometimes I cry at the thought of all the pain that my children will go through, but that is fate. Do you my dear child accept that fate?" Marian still held the folder in her hands but she looked on to the angel before her with piercing eyes.

"Mother Marian, Head Angel, I do accept my fate and all that comes with it," the angel in front of Marian nodded solemnly. Asking a question that only a child could think of with an air of bursting curiosity the young angel asked, "Who is my ward?"

The Head Angel opened the folder she was holding and read what was inside. "Harry Potter. He is tied to the mortal world by a prophecy that will spin the world to a near-chaos by the ultimate evil. You must protect him at all costs. Whatever the price is to pay to protect the young boy, you must pay it. You will befriend him, you will be his pillar of strength but you must always remember who you are. You are Hermione, the Half-blood. Blessed to be half-human and half-angel. Blessed, not cursed. You will do great things. Remember all we have taught you. Remember." The folder disappeared and the Head Angel lifted her hands. The wings that were not usually present on an angel's body were present now. Soft white wings flecked with gold appeared on the back of the two angels in the room.

"It is done. Seek him and protect the boy, Hermione, my dear child. Protect him, for he is your other half. Protect him for he is the only chance of peace." Everything went black for a certain Half-blood in a tower with the Head Angel. In the back of her head, she was conscious of the heart-beat of her ward. So it was done, the bond between Harry Potter's Guardian Angel and Harry Potter was complete. For once in a very long time, Hermione felt content. She had found her other half.