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And yes. "Drakarys" is a Game of Thrones reference.

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CHAPTER 2

Hermione's eyes were stuck wide open at this point. "A full Drakarys?"

"Yes, it looks like you were a half-blood wizard-Drakarys but now your creature blood is taking over." explained Snape.

"T-that means I-I'm not a w-witch anymore?" The black-haired man just raised his eyebrow.

"Don't be foolish, girl. You are not going to lose your magic or something. Quite the opposite."

Hermione let out a relief sigh. "Since you are becoming a full-blood Drakarys your body has to adapt to its new form. You'll feel hungrier than before and you will have a lot of energy to burn. Your senses are going to be sharper, your body, stronger and faster. You will probably grow a lot during the summer. After your first transformation, you will have finished your awakening process."

"Is it… is it going to be this painful an-and burning the whole time?" she asked hugging herself, remembering the pain she felt in the library. Being honest with herself she was a little scared.

Snape gave a little comforting smile and bent to be at eyelevel with the girl sitting in front of him. Maybe it was the fact that now they were some sort of family and the last of their species or maybe it was his instincts telling him to protect a youngling of his own kind, even if she was the insufferable know-it-all and Potter's friend, but he was going to do everything in his power to guide her. Of course, there's no way Severus Snape was going to admit that out loud.

"If you let me guide you, I can help you through this process. I can give you some potions for the pain and recommendations for the other symptoms you could experience." She just nodded.

For some weird reason, even if this was the almost evil and horrible Severus Snape, she started to feel comfortable with him. 'This has to be my new instincts or something, not that I have any other options right now.' she thought.

-o-o-

'Merlin, I hope this goes alright.'

Hermione was sitting on her bed at the Granger's home on a sunny afternoon at the beginning of August. Her right leg was bouncing fast and her head was supported on her left hand with her elbow on her knee. 'Maybe I should have done my morning exercises like professor Snape told me to, but I'm too nervous.'

In the past few weeks Hermione had been learning with the guidance of Snape how to deal with all her new changes and she was very surprised by his actions. At the end of the school year, he had given her a full stock of the potions regimen he ordered her to take, an exercise routine she had to follow and some books to help her with the changes. He also commanded her to owl him every week to inform him about her progress or any questions she might have about the process or the Drakarys. To Hermione's surprise, even with his classical sarcasm, sharper comments and dry tone that never left him even in his letters, he always answered her or told her he wasn't sure on some aspect since he wasn't a full Drakarys.

As days when by her changes became more and more evident: her sight let her see further into the distance or the tiniest of things, like dust particles on the air. Her smell and hearing also sharpened. She has learned to identify things and people by their scents; and Snape had taught her how to focus her hearing so she wouldn't go crazy with all the noise. 'Now I understand how he knew about everything that happen in his classroom'

She spent a lot of time now in the little forest at the end of the Granger's house street. Her body, now faster and stronger, had a lot of energy she needed to burn or she would become anxious and a little cranky. So now she was spending her summer mornings exercising in the forest, running among the trees, jumping branches and climbing. Sometimes she even tried to hunt a hare or a bird. Her muscles were now toned, fortunately, she always wore baggy clothes, so her parents haven't noticed.

The heat waves had stopped and she read, in one of the books Snape brought her, that Drakarys have natural fire resistant like dragons. Also, in their true form they were magic resistant and had a tougher skin. The first time she tried to test her fire-resistant quality, Hermione went from one side to the other in her bedroom for an hour until she had enough courage to put her hand over the little flame from the candle on her desk. After a few seconds in which nothing happened she opened her eyes to see some kind of brown scales on the palm of her hand where the flame was touching her. It felt warm but it didn't burn her. She later discovered that brown scales always appeared where ever the flames touched her even as she let the flame dance between her hands and digits.

Yesterday, Hermione had informed Severus about that in her weekly letter and about a new ache on her back. It felt like something inside of her was trying to rip her skin apart and get out. The potion helped her to not feel pain, but the sensation of something under the skin of her back was still there. A letter with the answer came that same night; her first transformation was going to happen very soon, and it was time to tell her parents about it.

And now she was waiting on her room for Snape and McGonagall to arrive to her house for that. She hadn't told anybody about being a Drakarys aside from professor McGonagall. The woman has always been her guide in the wizarding world and she needed to know about her change to help her as head of Gryffindor house if she was in need. She wanted to wait until the awakening process finished to tell her friends. Harry would understand and maybe say it was cool, the boy was like a brother to her and always cared for her. Ginny would probably be the same. Ronald would be the one who overreact the most, but nothing bad, maybe just about the part with Snape, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Her parents on the other hand, was a mystery to her. Hermione had been hiding all her changes the best she could, but that wasn't going to last too much longer. She admitted to her professor that her parents' reaction troubled her. She never told her friends, but since the day McGonagall told her she was a witch, her parents started to distance themselves from her. They never forbid her from doing magic or anything, but sometimes she noticed how nervous they were around her. And now that she was a part dragon creature… she didn't know what to expect. Snape had told her in his letter last night he would come today to help her explain to her parents, and bring McGonagall to help her, since she knew about her already.

Her sensitive ears caught the 'pop' sound of someone apparating to the backyard, then two set of footsteps and seconds later the knock on the backdoor. Hermione got up, took a deep breath and headed down to the living room where she knew her mother would take her professors. It was Sunday, her father was reading one of his patient's file sitting on an armchair in the living room. So, she knew they would be home today.

"Oh! Hermione, I was just going to call you." Said her mother when she entered the room followed by the two other adults. "Two of your school teachers have come."

"Is something wrong?" Asked Hermione's father lowering the folder. It was obvious he was tense at this, even if he tried to dissimulate it. Severus and Minerva shared a quick glance at the sight of this.

"No, there is nothing wrong. We just came to talk a little and explain some things about Hermione to you." Started the oldest witch.

If anyone was looking in on the scene of the Granger's living room, nothing would appear to be wrong. They wouldn't notice the little details like how Mr. Granger's jaw went tight or how Mrs. Granger jumped a little with the tray of tea that she was carrying from the kitchen, but the professors noticed it. The two Hogwarts professors took a seat on the couch, while Hermione stayed behind them, as if they were some kind of shield.

"You see, during the end of the previous school year we discovered something incredible about Hermione. I understand that you are not her biological parents." Minerva started. She has always been the best with words among the teachers.

With their better hearing, the two Drakarys in the room didn't miss the 'luckily' Mr. Granger whispered, that only his wife by his side was supposed to hear. The she-dragon bit her cheek and cross her arms more nervously.

"Yes, we adopted her when she was a baby." Said her mother. "Why's that incredible?"

"No, that's not the incredible part. We discovered that Hermione here's, actually, a rare type of magical creature known as Drakarys. Part human, part dragon. We noticed, because her Drakarys' blood awoke this year. So, we are here to explain to you about the changes she is going to experience among other things. Like the increase of her appetite, change of behavior and things she will need, for example."

For several minutes there was silence. Mrs. Granger's eyes was stuck on her daughter and she was squeezing her husband's hand in a tight grip and Mr Granger's breathing became heavier.

"Dad, I know it's a lot to ta-" Hermione started, anxious of the silence, but the muggle man cut her off.

"The first time you came to this house and told us the girl we adopted as a baby was a witch it took me two days to try to convince my wife that it was okay and that the girl we raised was just special" Mr. Granger started as he had his eyes on the Transfiguration Professor and a frown on his face. "Now I see that I was wrong. Because we have been living for almost 15 years with a monster under our roof"

Hermione whimpered at those painful words. Her father thought she was a monster and her mother feared her since the beginning. Snape and McGonagall jumped from their seats.

"How dare you say something like that?!" The old witch couldn't believe these muggles could be so cruel to their daughter.

"You're a despicable muggle!" Snape was less than a second away from hexing the muggle for insulting his race and his guided.

"I'm not going to let my family be in danger any longer!" He ignored them, now looking at Hermione, his wife was protected behind him. "You monster!" He pointed at her. "You have 10 minutes to take all of your magical weird things and get out of my house or I'm going to take my shotgun and use it if it's necessary!" The anger in his voice made her shiver.

"This is ridiculous…!" McGonagall exclaimed. But that was the last thing Hermione paid attention to. The screams of the fight between the four adults continued in the living room, but Hermione had run to her room to take her things and get out of that house. Tears were running down her cheeks as she packed everything she could in her two trunks with extendable charms.

The sea of emotions she was feeling was so overwhelming that she didn't notice that she was doing wandless and wordless magic to levitate everything and pack fast. Almost everything she packed shrank itself to fit. In less than five minutes she had pack all her magical stuff, all her books, and some clothes. Crookshanks, as if he understood the situation, got into his travel box. Lastly, she took the box from her drawer with the muggle and wizarding money she had saved. Without thinking she enchanted her trunks to make them weightless and ran out of the Granger's house slamming the front door. She walked down the street until she reached a park and fortunately it was already dark out, so it was empty. She sat down on a bench and stayed there, crying.

All of the participants arguing at the Granger's house were unaware that the young witch have left them until they heard the slam of the door. Snape and McGonagall left the muggles with their words still on their tongues the instant they realized that Hermione had run away. (They will take care of them later).

"I can't believe it! Those bloody Muggles!" Minerva McGonagall was a proper woman, but after the scene she just lived through, she was doing everything in her power to not hex those horrible people into the next century. She followed Severus down the street, knowing he could find Hermione, as she continued cursing the Grangers.

A few minutes later they found her, sitting on a bench in a park with her two trunks, a little bag, her cat and a lost look on her face and she had bloodshot eyes from all the crying. They approached her slowly so as not to frighten her, but she simply gave them a numb look.

"Professor, am I a monster?" the sorrow of her voice broke their hearts. Minerva launched herself forward to hug her tightly.

"Listen carefully Hermione, because I'm not going to repeat myself." Snape grasped her shoulder in a sort of comforting way. "Never ever say that again. We are not monsters. We are Drakarys and be proud of it. And don't let anyone say otherwise."

His words were harsh and his voice cold, but for Hermione, they comforted her. In his own way (which she has learned how to comprehend in the past few weeks) Snape was trying to ease her worries. After a few more minutes of crying (Snape feeling awkward because he didn't know how to deal with the situation) Hermione felt a little better.

"Morgana's tits! What am I going to do now?" Hermione said as she took her head in her hands. Now that she calmed herself a little she was more aware of the situation; she was sitting in a park at night, all her things in two trunks, with no home, no parents and only a bit of money.

"Language Miss Granger." Minerva gently scolded her, stroking the hair of the girl still in her embrace.

"Sorry professor. It's just, I don't have anywhere to go. I could go to the Weasleys, but I didn't tell them of me being a Drakarys. I was waiting until my awakening process finished to tell my friends. And even if I go with them the rest of the summer, what's next? I don't have enough money to go back to Hogwarts next year and…" Her breath became faster each second, almost becoming a panic attack.

"Sweetie you are rambling." McGonagall said cutting her off. "Calm down, we can solve this."

'I can't believe I'm going to do this.' Severus thought.

"If you let me. Maybe I have a solution. I can offer you to stay with me until you finish your awaking process to train you. From what you told me, it will not be more than three days. After that I will take you to the Weasleys. For your four remaining school years and supplies I will sponsor you and sent the money for you to buy what you need before the school term starts."

"What? W-why would you do that?" Hermione's eyes went wide.

"I told you a lot of times in my letters that, as we are the only Drakarys left, you are now under my protection." He said in his monotone voice. "Besides I don't want to hear the whining from the rest of the teachers all year round, because their favorite insufferable know-it-all isn't at school."

McGonagall smirked with amusement, Severus would die before admitting he has become fond of the smart young witch.