A/N: This seems like an interesting concept, a spin off of Hermione's already hectic life of magic. The Hermione character is completly AU and not like the Hermione in the Harry Potter universe. I'm just putting that in there to warn you guys who are hard pressed to have Hermione be a very smart sidekick to Harry Potter.

I'm also introducing some new characters in this story and using the characters in HP as well.

I don't own HP or anything or anyone in that universe.

This story is based in Hermione's fourth year, when she is 15

Chapter One: A message from the Other Place.

Hermione Granger watched the rain fall from her tower window. Occasionaly some Quiddich players would zoom around the country side, praticing for the next match. Blurrs of crimson rushed by, followed by yellow and blue. The green of Slytheren was missing, but that didn't concern her. Slytheren rarely practices with the other houses.

Hermione was alone in her thoughts, the other girls were down in the main room. She tried to work on her potion's essay, a piece about the properties of rose blossems in a love potion, but she couldn't focus on the paper. She had to pull out the letter again. She had to make sure it was real.

Hermione gently tugged on the soft parchment, unfolded the letter and read the words for what felt like the hundreth time:

Dear Hermione Granger,

I have the honor to inform you of you aceptance in Gracewinds School of Mythical Creatures. As a school we strive to pick acceptional children who will excel in poweres that are outside the scope of 'normal magic'.

If you agree to be a part of Gracewinds, please send an owl with your reply as soon as you can and we will retrieve you in just a few day time.

Sincerly yours,

Headmistress Madeline Afena.

Hermione had sent her reply upon moments of reading her letter.

She had grown up hearing about her true blood liniage, and about how Gracewinds School of Mythical Creatures was the perfect place to hone her true had been three days since she sent back her reply to GSMC, and Hermione hoped whoever was to pick her up would have done it by now. She spent the first three years in Hogwarts posing as a muggle born, claiming that her parents were dentist without a drop of magical blood inside of them.

The truth was a little more exciting.

She fought with weather to tell Ron and Harry the truth about her blood, and she started to avoid them as much as possible: Takeing the opposite rout when she saw them in the hall; Sitting far from them in both their shared classes and in the dining hall. Even now Harry Potter praticed his skills outside in the rain, with Ron cheering him on in the croud.

Frustrated at her lack of courage, Hermione threw her scroll on the ground and stormed out of the room. She decided she would meet up with them after practice and tell them then.

The commonroom was almost vacant. Some of the fourth year girls gathered around the fire, gossiping and giggling. Hermione kept quiet as she made her way to the exit, but she couldn't help overhearing the conversation.

"like all of a sudden shes to good for us," said Lavender Brown, her voice shrill.

"As if. She's like the pinnical of geekdome, just a goody two-shoes whos too lame to break the rules," Said Pavrati Patil.

"And Hermione has both Ron and Harry wrapped around her fingers, I think she has them under a spell." The last voice shocked Hermione to her core. It was Ginny Weasly. Ginny, Lavender and Pavrati were gossiping about her.

Tears threatened to pour from her eyes. She felt betrayed. Lavender and Pavrati said rude things to many people before but Ginny was like a sister to Hermione. She quietly escaped the room, closing the portrate of the Fat Lady behind her.

She walked quickly from the hall. Harry and Ron, they could comfort her. True friendship was a rare thing, and Ron and Harry were nothing if not true.

The sound of laughter and raised voices filled the main hall. The robes of Crimson, Gold, and Blue seperated as each team made there way to their respective towers. Hermione spotted Harry in the sea of crimson with Ron's fiery hair trailing behind him.

"Harry," Hermione called, waveing her arms in the air, "Ron, over here!"

Harry was the first to reach her, "Hermione, how have you been. We haven't seen you in days."

"Yeah, whats going on with you. You practicly ignored us for three days." Ron leaned against the stone wall, his armes crossed.

"I'm sorry, I've been through a lot of pressure lately. I'm no longer going to be at Hogwarts."

The simple sentance was followed by silence. Harry looked bewildered, Ron's mouth hung open.

"Not going to be at Hogwarts, what do you mean by that?" Asked Harry. Ron's face began to turn purple.

"I got accepted to another school." Hermione said softly.

"Where?" Ron demanded, "Durmstrang? or perhaps Beauxbatons?"

Hermione took in a deep breath and looked around. The Great Hall was now deserted. Better late than never, "This isn't a place for wizards or witches. It's a place where people of mythical blood can train their powers: Werewolves, dragonlings, fairies, Angelings and...and demons." The last word came out in a whisper.

"Demons, fairies...this doesn't make any since Hermione."

"It's all true."

"But your muggle born, you said so yourself." Ron argued.

"That was a lie, I'm actualy a..." Hermione about said the word.

"A lie. Your nothing but a liar, arn't you Hermione." Ron's voice was bitter, his expression angry.

"Ginny was right. She said you didn't want to be around us anymore. This is nothing but a lame excuse," Harry turned away from Hermionie and begain to walk away, "C'mon Ron, lets leave little miss prefect alone."

Hermione's last friends in Hogwarts left her alone in the Great Hall. She let the tears flow freely now, her body shook with sobs.

A voice called out from the shadows, "I though your friends were supposed to stand by you, no matter the cost."

Hermione dried her eyes and looked around. A figure caught her eye: A young girl with auburn hair and wicked green eyes sauntered over to Hermione. She wore tight black pants artfuly torn in places and a sleaveless bloodred blouse. Her nails were pointed and painted crimson and she walked gracefully in heels. She looked the same age as Hermione.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked.

"Irena Martch, I'm a student at Gracewinds. I'm here to collect you." She smiled warmly.

"Your from Gracewinds? Are you a fairie, an angeling or..."

"Like you, Hermione. I'm a demon." She summoned a fire ball in her hands, "A fire fox demon to be exact. I'd show you my true form, but I don't want to unleash such power in this place. I'm surprised you kept your power from overflowing for so long."

"What do you mean?"

"Why Miss Granger, don't you know who you are? Your true blood line, I mean?"

Hermione hesitated, "I know I'm a demon, my parents told me that much, but thats all I know."

"I see," Said Irena, she looked dissapointed, "I guess they want to keep it a secret..."

"Keep what a secret?" Hermione prompted.

"It doesn't matter now, Hermione. Let's pack your things. Gracewinds await you."

A/N: I hope you liked this first chapter!