Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but all plots, extra characters, and settings are mine.
The Headmaster Dumbledore waited patiently for a certain witch to enter his office. He asked the Potion Master, Professor Snape to excuse her and send her up to his office immediately. Class started a minute before so he didn't needed wait long for a knock to be heard.
"You may enter," he said, his voice carried the evidence that he'd been up all night and no sleep would claim him.
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" The seventeen year old muggleborn witch asked as she opened the door.
"Yes," Dumbledore smiled his eyes twinkling. "Come, sit." He said as he conjured up a comfortable armchair, he gestured towards the chair. "Share a glass of Butterbeer with me."
Hermione Granger isn't one to refuse a those blue twinkling eyes, she nodded and closing the door before popping herself down onto the armchair in front of his desk. As soon as she sat down a glass of a liquid she's familiar with floated in front of her. She took it gracefully and nodded her thanks.
He waited until she took a sip of her drink before continuing. "Miss Granger, at the feast yesterday, I couldn't help but noticed that you seemed shaken up."
"Oh, it's nothing, Professor," Hermione waved a dismissed hand. "I just felt..."
"Yes?" he took a sip of his drink; his eyes were staring intently at her.
"Nothing, really," she said dismissing her worried mind. "It's nothing to worry about I'm sure. It's probably a onetime thing or something."
"And what is the onetime thing, Miss Granger?"
Hermione frowned; she couldn't understand why he was so intent of knowing what she felt. "I'm sure it's nothing."
"Miss Granger, I know that you do not understand the situation now, but I think it's important. Please, tell me what you felt."
Hermione didn't know what to say, she had this nagging feeling that someone wanted her. But who needs a muggleborn witch? "I don't know," she admitted. "I felt like someone was trying to call me, I felt like someone was standing behind me and something inside me that needed to burst out, that scared me a little. Then I suddenly felt sick and my eyes started to burn, Harry and Ron took me to the hospital wing, they wanted to stay with me but I've told them that they should continue with their meal. Then I fell asleep."
"And that's all you remember?"
"Yes." Hermione confirmed with a nod, she didn't understand what the big deal was.
"And your sight is well?"
Hermione opened her mouth and closed it again. Now that she thought about it her eyes sight had improved somewhat. "Actually I'm seeing things more clearly than I did before."
"And you're sure?"
"Yes, is there a problem?" Hermione said her voice was careful as if treading on a minefield.
"Well, actually," Hermione blinked, she didn't understand what it could have meant.
"Is something wrong with me?" she sounded worried.
"Oh, no, no, my dear," Dumbledore said quickly. "Quite the opposite. How did you feel afterwards? No... after effects I hope."
"Fine, nothing seemed wrong. Why?" Curiosity was now tugging at her.
"Madam Promfrey informed me that you had a little... it's nothing to worry you, but you had blood coming out of your eyes."
Hermione's eyes widened from shock, her glass of Butterbeer almost slipped from her fingers. "W-w-what does t-that mean?"
"Well, I did some research last night and do you believe in Angels?" he asked.
"Yes, when I was a kid but now I know that they are just from legends."
Dumbledore chuckled. "Well, if they are then so are you."
Hermione's mouth was agape; she didn't know what to say. For the first time in her life she didn't know something, and deep inside that scared her quite a bit. She couldn't really go into the school library; they don't really hold those kinds of books.
She first read about Angels from a local book store in Diagon Alley. She didn't read it or took anything in, she merely skimmed it. Although she wanted knowledge, most legends were just legends. Most were just stories told from mother to child, to ease the child to sleep, nothing more. She didn't deem it worthy for her. She didn't see the point in knowing something when it may not be true.
But if she remembered right, Angels can only be females, they inherit their powers through the female line, and the nagging feelings she felt was just another Angel crying out, calling for her help, and her inner Angel responded. But after her nap the feeling was gone. Maybe she found another Angel or something.
Her mother when she was a newborn baby had her whole room painted with Angels; Hermione always believed that they watched over her when she slept because her mother said so. All of them with wings outstretched, bathed in the most amazing, breath taking light with their lips gracing into a beautiful smile. None of them had blood dripping from their eyes. Hermione now understand her mother's obsession of Angels, she could be one herself.
Hermione could no longer feel the knot in her stomach nor the terrified butterflies that took over her whole body, only her own curiosity and a new wind of courage. "I want to know what happened at dinner, Professor. I want to know why my body reacted like that."
"I believe it might be the Angel in you, Miss Granger," Dumbledore answered. "I believe that it was just merely calling for another Angel's aid. And apparently you're the only one here. The fact you're fine tells me that maybe that Angel is saved. Angels cannot heal themselves. But I fear who it is that rescued someone of your kind."
"What do you mean, Professor?"
"You see, when you felt that wave of sickness and the Angel calling for you," Dumbledore rubbed his tired eyes. "I felt that too, it was like something in the air. And I'm sure that Voldemort felt the same."
This is a rewrite of the first chapter, I've decided to go about this another way.
I'm not really sure if it's really worth to continue.
This was just a little idea in my head but I don't really know where this is going.
This isn't an update, I'm just redoing some chapters cause I didn't like the way it was going.