Disclaimer: Let me see…list of my possessions… … … Nope, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape and the entire Potterverse are sadly not on that list. I make no money from this sad bit of tripe, please don't sue all you'll get is my cat.


A/N: OK, first of all, I don't speak/read/write Scottish Gaelic…I'm sure I butchered it badly and I'm sorry for that. If anyone speaks/writes it and wants to help, I'd love you forever. Second, there will be a bit of teacher/teacher/student relations in this story (some of it being femslash)…nothing graphic, but if it squicks you, don't read it. Third, this is a Work in Progress…sorry all. I know I suck because I'm not willing to post it all at once, but hey… Fourth, I don't have a Beta, so any mistakes are my own and I accept full responsibility for them. And finally, I like reviews, reviews are your (and my) friend…please review. It's not hard, I do it all the time. Flames will be used for roasting marshmallows and hot dogs, and who doesn't like a weenie roast? Flamers will be laughed at. You have been warned.

And now, on with the show!


Daughters of the Morrigu

By: Amanda (adami) Rose

"listen my child, my daughter, you must find the book. If you don't you will not be able to defeat the evil that you face." Said the dark haired woman who's face Hermione couldn't see. "the ways of the ancient's my child. Find the book" thw woman said again before disappearing. Hermione awoke with a start. what the hell was that about she thought to herself, getting her dream diary out from the bedside table of her room at No. 12 Grimuuald place. It was the winter break of her 6th year and due to an unforeseen emergency she had been unable to stay at home with her parents.

After writing her dream in her diary Hermione noticed that more nights than not she had had the same dream, so she decided to go look in the library to see if she could find the book that had been mentioned by the dark haired woman .

After putting her dressing gown and slippers on she carefully made her way to the library on the ground floor. She was careful not to wake Mrs. Black, for fear of waking the entire house. She began to search for the book in the library only to discover that it was not ordered the way it should be. "now, if I were a book on ancients where would I be?" she asked aloud to no one in particular.

"Well, if I were you I'd try the religion section over there" Hermione spun around to see Remus Lupin pointing to a small cabinet of books in the far corner of the room.

"Oh, hello Professor, I didn't see you there."

"Good evening Hermione, and please, I am no longer your professor, call me Remus." The werewolf said. "OK Remus, and thanks for showing me where to look."

"Not a problem Hermione, but if I may ask, what do you need that book for? It's an extremely old book that isn't even in English for the most part."

"You know of the book?" Hermione asked excitedly. "What's it about? How long is it? What language is it written in?"

"Calm down Hermione, I'll show you. It's here. And to answer your questions, it's about the ancient Druids, it's not a very long book, and as far as I can tell it's written in at least three different languages." Remus said as he got the book off the shelf and brought it to Hermione.

"Oh thank you Prof… I mean Remus. I suppose I should answer your question since you answered mine. Well, I've been having dreams about a dark haired woman in strange clothes telling me to find the book for over a month now. At first I thought it was just my over active imagination, but it's happened every night and I thought I'd come here and see if there was actually a book with that title, and what it's about, if there was one."

"Ah, I see. Well then, happy reading. Though you may want to try a translation spell on it unless you read Scottish Gaelic, Latin, as well as English." And with that Remus gathered the books he had been in the library to get and left.

"Scottish Gaelic, Latin and English. What a combination that is." Hermione said to herself as she thumbed through the pages of the book. She stopped when she came to a chapter entitled Slighe Druidh. Hermione didn't know why, but she knew that this chapter was important to her and that she had to read it.

When she got back to her bedroom she attempted numerous translation spells with no effect. "Well, I guess I will have to do some more research. In the morning. I wonder if Professor McGonagall speaks Scottish Gaelic." She said, putting the book down and fell back to sleep.