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"I'm a WHAT!?" I screeched.

"A Veela, Miss Granger," McGonagall's eyebrows rose at the volume of my voice. "With your increased age due to the time-turner, your Veela will soon make itself known. And so you must find your mate within six months, or die of a broken heart. I am here for you if you need anything. You may go."

Being dismissed, I stood and made my way to my Head Girl's quarters. Walking into the Head's common room I collapsed into a chair dazed.

"Oi, Granger, finally find out what's wrong with you?" Draco, the Head Boy, joked as he sat next to me.

I turned to face him, "I'm a Veela," I stated.

Draco stared for a moment then broke into a sly grin. Seeing his sneaky mind begin to plan something stupid I said,

"Draco, if you tell anyone, I swear by Merlin, I will severely hurt that pretty gay face of yours."

"Ok, ok, threat received" Draco said as he backed into his room. Realizing the time and that sitting here won't solve my problems I too went to bed.

Rising later than usual, I rushed to the Great Hall for a quick bite to eat before potions. As soon as I entered the Hall my head began to feel funny. It felt like something was moving around, ignoring it I grabbed a piece of toast and ran to the dungeons. Not two seconds after I seated myself Professor Snape barged into the room. Immediately the thing in my head was unleashed and my vision went fuzzy for a moment before returning. At the same time all of my senses were heightened. As we began brewing a blood-replenishing potions, I became almost OCD about everything, from the color, the smell, and the consistency. Once I had finished, the potion I handed a sample off to Professor Snape. He then held it to the light, smelled it, and gave it a stir. Placing the sample aside he entered an "O" for a grade. Returning to my seat i sat amazed. I had just received my first "O" from him.

As I continued in my classes i noticed that all my spells seemed more precise and powerful. That evening as I sat in the library doing essays I blacked out.

~~ SS POV~~

As I ruled over my first potions class of the day, I noticed that Miss Granger was adding the smallest amount of ingredients until she was satisfied. Intrigued, I covertly watched her. Slowly she continued, extremely precise in every movement. Seeing a struggling Slytherin I took my eyes off her.

With another failing score in the book, I turned and found Miss Granger offering her potion sample. Holding it to the light, I found it to be the perfect shade, scent perfect, and consistency perfect. Turning from her I entered my first "O"

After dinner I wandered to the library, browsing the fiction. Once I had found a decent novel, I settled myself into a quiet back corner of the library. About half-way though the book, I heard the sound of quill on parchment. Looking up I saw Miss Granger Furiously writing an essay. Ignoring her I returned to my book. As I neared the close of the book I heard 'Thump'. Again I glanced up, this time Miss Granger lay on the floor. Smoothly I stood and hurried over to her motionless form. Crouching down I shook her and asked

"Miss Granger are you ok?" getting no response i shook her once more, again I received no response. Suspecting foul play I gently scooped her up and carried her to the Hospital Wing.

As I stalked into the wing Poppy glanced up. Seeing Miss Granger she simply gestured to a nearby bed and finished the paperwork on her desk. After placing Miss Granger on the bed I raised an eyebrow at Poppy. Seeing said eyebrow Poppy explained.

"Miss Granger is a Veela, and as such her Veela in making itself known. I've actually been expecting her for days." Poppy then moved her wand over Miss Granger in complex patterns, satisfied she pulled a blanket over Miss Granger and Returned to her desk. Seeing as I was no longer needed, I left.

~~HG POV~~

I woke in the Hospital Wing, glancing around I saw Madame Pomfrey headed my way. As i was still in my school uniform, I sat up and pushed the blankets back.

"Miss Granger, you should be fine. your Veela has completely awoken and as soon as you scent your mate you will have the urge to mark or claim him. Don't fight your Veela, all the teachers are aware of the situation," Madame Pomfrey studied me for a moment before she continued.

"Remember, just because you claim him, he still has to accept you and claim you within two weeks or you will die of a broken heart."

I was finally released at lunch, as I moved through the halls, I noticed more details and smells from all around me. Also my bag, stuffed with book and other items, became featherlight. And again in my classes my spell movements became more precise and my magic had grown in strength. After gathering all my books and homework I headed to get some dinner. I had to stop 10 feet away from the Great Hall entrance because of the overwhelming smells. So instead I hurried to the I entered the kitchen I found the elves hard at work keeping the tables above full. snagging some food a retreated to a secluded corner and focused on eating.

After a hearty breakfast the next day I hurried down to potions class. As I settled into my seat i smelt something...enticing. It was a deep masculine scent with herbs and parchment. The scent made me feel strange. It began to dawn on me that the scent must be my mate's. Inside I leapt for joy that my mate was at Hogwarts. As I began to run though name of boys my age Professor Snape glided into the room. Immediately my Veela tried to take over. Knowing that Professor would not tolerate a disruption in his class i tried to control my Veela. The best I could do was to stand and hold to the desk tightly and whisper "Mcgonagall" and so I repeated that one word over and over fighting my Veela over ever sylible.

~~SS POV~~

I returned to my office after leaving Miss Granger in Poppy's hands. Miss Granger a Veela!? But her parents are purely muggles! I had to do the research for the Dark Lord! But if she were adopted that would explain. Who had a daughter that dissapeared recently? Damn I can't think. I turned to my desk there hidden in a drarw were three photos. One for every woman I had fallen in love with.