"Hermione?" I heard my mother call from just outside my door.
"Come in," I called back. Mum came in slowly, closing the door behind her. I smiled at her, and before she smiled she waved her hand and my wand shot into it. Then she waved her other hand over the doorknob and it locked. I felt powerless without my wand, and I knew this couldn't be my mother, she was a muggle, not able to do magic. I threw up a weak shielding spell wandlessly, and my mother beamed.
"I probably should have known you'd know some wandless magic, but don't worry. I'm still your mum, I'm not an imposter I promise. An imposter wouldn't have thought to take your wand unless you pulled it on them first."
"How can I be sure?" I asked, trembling slightly.
"I know that you keep a locket glamoured around your neck, and that a picture of your father and I are in it, but there's a gap there from where you used to be."
I started to shake all over. "My mother shouldn't even know that. No one knows that."
"You could put me under a truth potion...I can't remember what it's called..." my mother stumbled a little bit, but I lowered my shield and she took a couple steps toward me, sitting on my bed next to me.
"I didn't think I would need to question my mother, even after the war, to make sure she wasn't an imposter," I whispered.
"I just need to talk to you, dear."
"Then why did you take my wand?" Mum handed me my wand back.
"Because I wanted to give you a glimpse of what I really am."
"You're a witch?" I gasped. My mother started laughing.
"Heavens, no dear. That would be easier on me, and wouldn't have had to make sure your father doesn't hear about it." She paused and eyed me carefully. "There are 2 things I need to talk to you about. And both might be a little difficult for you to come to terms with, but neither leave this room. Your father is to know absolutely nothing about this talk." My mother eyed me sternly.
"What?" I felt unsure about everything, I had a foreboding feeling, like everything I ever knew was going to fall apart. Boy was I right.
"First off, We are fae, dear." I blinked at her, confused. "We have fairy blood in our veins. I'm telling you this now because soon your body is going to go through changes. And I know we went through the puberty, and sex talk already, and I promise you this talk is not going to be as awkward for you. Your hair will shine a bit more, and it will straighten out, or the curls will be tamed and more bouncy rather than bushy. You're going to have sharper canines, kind of like fangs actually, and that's not far from the truth." My mother opened her mouth wider to give me a glimpse, she was right, they did look like pointy little fangs. "Your fingernails will grow faster, they'll be stronger, and sharper. Your eyes will be better than others, but most of all dear, you will gain a new ability, and wings." Mother smiled at me, and spread her wings wide in emphasis. They were beautiful. They were a pale green that matched her eyes, with pale brown veins traveling the length of them. They looked solid, but wispy at the same time, which I never thought possible, but it was amazing.
"Why haven't you told my father?" I asked, reaching my hand out and feeling for her wings. She retracted them with a stern look before I could even touch them.
"Touching a fairy's wings is dangerous dear, it could hurt both you and the fairy. I suggest you keep your hands to yourself." She smiled at me again. "I haven't told your father for one simple but ever complicated reason. You." I blinked in confusion. "Fae can't get pregnant by non-magical people." My eyes widened in shock.
"Doesn't that mean Dad is magical?"
"No dear. It means that I had an affair."
"What? That can't be true Mum, you and Dad have loved each other for like...ever."
"I love your dad with all my heart, darling. But there is a restlessness in all fae. We wander, it's common."
"Then who is my real father?"
"His name is Severus Snape."
I froze in shock. My most hated professor, who was now my hero in every sense of the word, who had died a year ago was my...father?"
"You do realize that if your telling me the truth, then my father died last year." My mother looked at her hands, fidgeting with them.
"I hadn't known that he had died, no."
"What does all of this mean for me then?"
"It means that nothing changes family wise. You won't tell your father any of this. And you must never let anyone know your a fae unless you can feel that you are able to trust them. If your instincts tell you to tell them, then by all means. Tell them. Your instincts know better than your heart and mind. Never go against your instincts, as a fae it will be fatal if you do. We are rare in numbers anymore, and none of us are pure anymore because we hide from each other. We don't breed with one another."
"I'm tired of all of this blood purity crap, Mum, you know that. And now your just letting me know what I've been told all through school? That my blood is impure and dirty?"
"Hermione! I am not saying that at all. I'm warning you, people don't even know that fae exist still. And those who do aren't the most trustworthy. It doesn't matter if our blood isn't pure, do you want us to be extinct for being hunted?" I shook my head. "Exactly. You're almost 18 dear. It won't be too long before your body starts making the changes. You will have a heightened libido, I know you don't want me to say anything about that, but it's normal. I'm not telling you to be promiscuous, but I'm saying I won't judge you by it if you are. I have not been entirely faithful to your father. I've always had another lover because of my restless nature. I love him, but I need more than that too. And you will probably need that as well. Just be careful. Blood is normal for fae as well. We don't need it, but sometimes it will boost your energy. If you haven't had the taste of human blood for over a certain period of time, you will notice that your fairy magic won't be as affective, and you'll be a bit slow as well. In school, it's hard to hide being a fae when you need blood. We don't have hypnotic powers or anything like that. But sometimes we can get something. Just be careful." She stood to leave, waving her hand at the door and it clicked unlocked. "Just remember, do not tell anyone your instincts don't approve, and do not tell your father." She left the room, and left me to think about what she had just revealed to me.