It was midnight, Hermione was awake reading the magical contract, Kingsley had given her three days earlier. She took care of everything else she had to the day after his visit. She hired a muggle friendly Gringotts representative to take care of the sale of her parents home, and dental practice. She had her name added to Harry's vault officially. To which the money was to be sent when the properties were sold, along with all the money her parents left her in the muggle bank. She had ten thousand gallons transfered into a muggle fortune, and took a thousand gallons with her. All she had left to do is shop for some clothes since she was severely lacking in that department. And think about the damn contract that had been driving her mental for the past three days.

If it was just about the glamour she would have done it already, but the contacting her 'father' part she was having a problem with. She couldn't help but wonder why it said nothing about her 'mother.' Maybe their pruebloods, meaning the mother wouldn't be mentioned because legal matters are only attended to by the head of the household. Which is the oldest male. With her luck her parents are Death Eaters. The Daily Prophet would have a field day. Their just waiting for something to actually write in stead of publishing the same rubbish about her over and over. She was suddenly grateful that witches came of age at seventeen, even if Bellatrix was her mother and Voldemort himself her father they would have no say in her life if she did not grant it which obviously she never would. She also didn't think she could just pack up and play house with some family. She was not a normal seventeen year old and she had no desire to be treated like one. Hermione started out wise beyond her years, her experiences over the past seven years made her seventeen going on forty. She did not need to be parented, by anyone but Mrs. Weasley who was unstoppable.

Despite all that her mind was made up, she was going to do it. Hermione stood and put a robe over the 'POTTER' quidditch jersey. It was one of the smaller ones she found after going through some of Harry's belongings. She figured it was from third or fourth year. She shoved her wand in her pocket, took the contract and left her room. Making her way up the flight of stairs barefoot as quietly as she could to Georges room. She stubbed her toe on the edge of a stair, and had to bite her tongue to stop herself from cursing. Hermione knocked lightly on Georges door, oddly enough feeling nervous of what he would say when he saw her there.

'Hermione? Whats the matter?' He walked to his bedside table and grabbed his wand.

'Come with me to the kitchen. I'm going to break the glamour.' He smiled his first true smile she'd seen since the war.

They made it down stairs with out waking Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Quite a feat if you asked George. Hermione flicked her wand and the oil lamps lit around the room. She placed the contract on the table and stood before it. She was terrified- she had the worse case of butterflies she'd ever experienced. Taking her wand out with a shaky hand she pointed it at her finger.

'Don't be scared if you look like Millicent Bulstrode you can do the same glamour- even if you don't look like you do now, anything is better than Millicent Bulstrode.'

'Yeah thanks George, you always know just what to say.'

'Was that a joke?!' He put his hand over his heart in a very dramatic gesture.

Hermione didn't answer him she cut her finger. Two drops landed in the middle of the parchment and it started to glow gold. The glow soon surrounded the contract, Hermione, and half the table. A moment later the glow was gone along with the contract and George was looking at Hermione with his mouth hanging open- speechless.

Her hands shot up to trace her features. 'Please tell me I don't actually look like Millicent Bulstrode.' She didn't wait for a reply, which was good because George was is no fit state to give her one. She conjured a full length mirror. When she saw her reflection she was no better off than him. Her mouth fell open in surprise. She was beautiful, seriously beautiful. Her hair no longer held any trace of frizz. It hung to her waist in lazy chocolate brown curls. Her eyes were larger, or more open, and sapphire blue. The other changes to her face were less drastic- her nose was slightly more upturned, cheekbones just a tad more obvious, eyebrows darker- more arched, and her lips fuller. Her robe hung down to her knees in stead of just above as it did moments ago, so she was a little shorter. She was much more curvy, but her breast seemed smaller- more round and still a respectable C cup, but smaller. Her butt was much rounder she noticed as she turned to the side. And her legs looked very toned.

'You're hot Hermione! You maybe the hottest bird I ever saw. Even hotter than Fleur; maybe you have some veela blood.'

'Um, thanks?' Hermione didn't get complements on her looks often so when it did happen she always felt embarrassed. She figured she would have to get over that if she was going to walk around looking like this.

Three things happened at once, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen, two loud pops were heard, and an owl flew into the kitchen window with a bang. Hermione, George, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley pointed their wands at the two beautiful people that entered with the pops. It was a man and a woman, the man looked older. Still beautiful, but with subtle lines on his face. His hair long pale and gold, hung to his shoulders. The woman was gorgeous, at least six feet tall, with dark hair and almond shaped dark brown eyes. Her skin as pale as milk. They were both thin and made her feel very short.

'Hermione dear is that you?' Mrs. Weasley asked not taking her eyes off the strangers that just appeared in her house somehow getting through the wards.

'Yes,'

'Who are you and what are you doing in my home- how did you get past the wards?'

'My name is Niall Brigant, this is my granddaughter Claudine Crane. I am because my daughter- you, young one,' he pointed to Hermione, 'alerted me. You bled on the adoption contract. As for how we entered through your wards- well they don't work on us.'

'What are you then?' George asked the question that went through all their minds.

'Fairies.' Hermione's mouth fell open for the second time that night.

'Oh my gods, you're Niall Brigant Prince of the fea and ruler of Faerie. You're telling me I'm a fairy?' The Weasley's were in awe, fairies didn't interact with the wizarding world often. Some potions require fairy blood and it is unbelievably hard to come by.

'You young one are a half fairy, your mother was a witch.'

'Was?'

'Yes I'm sorry to say she has moved on from this plane. She was a wonderful woman. You can lower your wands we mean no harm.'

'Of course, of course please have a seat. Would you like some tea? Without lemon obviously.' Mrs. Weasley was flustered but went straight into hostess mode, setting up the kettle, and pulling out small pies. Before retrieving the owl that hit the window, removing the letter from Charlie tied to it's leg, and watching it fly away.

'Thank you.' Both fairies sat at the table with Mr. Weasley, George and Hermione, while Mrs. Weasley bustled about.

'I'm very happy to met you, please tell me something about yourself.' Claudine had a beautiful smile.

'Well, my name is Hermione Jean Granger. I'm a witch and former student of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry-'

'You are full of deep pain, it blocks your light. Is there something I can do for you child?' Niall interrupted her.

'No, thank you, I'm fine and have everything I need.'

Niall studied his daughter. He knew she played a major role in the war that just ended in this world, he didn't know the extent of her experiences but from the look in her eyes she had a very hard time. She was very beautiful and to the trained eye obviously fea her ears were not as pointed as full a blooded fea, but they did have peaks. She was surrounded by blackness, and dark magic. Some one practiced a very dark spell on her. From the amount of black attached to her he would guess more than once. He noticed the power coming off the girl she was very magical with a strong spark. She did not resemble him much, favoring her mother more, but was with out a doubt blood of his blood. He could not read her as well as he could most- but could tell she was at a cross roads in her life. He reasoned giving her a push could only help her.

'You are planning to leave this place; where will you go?' Niall waited for her answer, she seemed un-trusting after he asked and the little information he was getting from her mind shut off. Her mind was now locked tight.

'I do not like people messing about in my head, if you would like to know something ask don't invade my thoughts or memories.' She spoke kindly, but stern.

'Very well, I will not attempt it again you have my word. My point in asking was if you find the need to get away I think it would be a good idea for you to spend some time with your Grand-Niece Sookie Stackhouse. She is about a decade older than you, and only an eighth fea. Sookie doesn't qualify as fea royalty like you do. But even still you both may be targets, there is a war going on between fairies. My brother Rogan's son Breandan has made it his goal to kill every human with fairy blood; he believes they are the reason for infertility in the fae world. I believe you and Sookie should meet and keep each other safe. She is a telepath, she can not read fea or vampires but she could tell when they are coming.'

'You want to drag Hermione into another war? Thats bullshit! Hermione I say fuck this and we go with the Millicent Bulstrode plan, forget all about fairies.' George looked furious at the thought of Hermione, who was so broken and damaged form the war they all just so narrowly escaped weeks before being dragged into another.

'George!'

'Molly- I have to agree with George, this is as he said bullshit.' It was the first time Hermione or George had ever heard Mr. Weasley cuss. 'This young woman just got off the front lines of a war that lasted years. She has seen and done things no person her age, or any age for that matter should ever have see or do. And you want to put her in another war?' Mrs. Weasley set out the tea tray and sat beside her husband.

'I know of the war, and to some extent her part in it. Rest assured I have no intention of her being in this one. But once her blood hit the parchment her name was added to our Hall of Records, which can be accessed by many, it is only a matter of time before Breandan finds out about you. He is the reason you were hidden in the first place. If she went to stay with Sookie she would be closer to Claudine and her twin brother. Should anything go wrong they can get messages to me, and help you with your newly unbound fea magic. I know you are said to be 'the brightest witch of the age' still I would like you to have someone to teach you that is of our blood. There is also the matter that you lost your adopted family, and I believe many beloved friends- Sookie to has suffered much loss over the years.'

Once again curiosity killed the cat. She should have just left well enough alone. She just put herself in another war. By the sounds of it she would also be hunted again. As the daughter of the Prince and not entirely fea she would be a top target for this Breandan. She did something she never thought she would do again. She laughed- she laughed so hard she almost fell out of her seat. Tears fell from her eyes. The fairies were confused why she was laughing at all, the Weasleys thought she finally cracked. Which was the case. She was coming to believe; despite her lack of faith in divination that her life was destined to be brutal and short. If she didn't laugh she would surly cry. So she laughed; a mad out of control laugh in till she was gasping for breath. Molly tried calming Hermione, once her laughter subsided.

'You don't have to go anywhere, you can be kept safe and out of this fairy war. We can hide you in the magical world better than in the muggle world. Maybe you could stay at Hogwarts, I'm sure Minerva would have no problem with you staying. You could re-do your seventh year and take your N.E.W.T's.' That sobered Hermione up.

'No! I can't go back to Hogwarts!' She would not go back, even the thought of returning to the scene of the battle made her stomach twist, and eyes water. For a moment she was lost in flash backs from the war. George grabbed her hand just as she was seeing the green light envelop Harry causing her to jump.

'Sorry Herms, maybe we should talk about you being half fairy instead of about war, or hiding. What does it mean for her? Being half fairy, will iron and lemon be a problem?' It was fairly obvious George wanted nothing to do with Niall. He was still seething about Hermione being put in danger from yet another lunatic hell bent on the purity of blood, but he could see she was close to losing it, and had to change the subject.

'They may irritate her skin. Her human half will counteract fairy weaknesses, maybe not entirely but enough so she would not be in danger. Just as her fairy half will make her more resilient to most forms of magic. She is the best of both worlds. She has the potential to live for many hundreds of years, and will age very slowly. There's a good chance she will look almost as she does now in sixty or seventy years. You also have enough fairy blood to imprint, the fairy way of finding your mate, or soul mate as you would call it. Now there is the matter of your name. You can, of course keep the name you've been using all these years or you can go by the name your mother and I gave you at birth- Princess Caelia Avari Brigant.'

'Grandfather perhaps we have given her enough to think about for one day, the hour is late we should leave her to rest.'

'Yes, I think that would be best.'

Mr. Weasley was glad they were leaving Hermione looked so tired, it was common knowledge in the Weasley home that she put up silencing charms every night because she woke screaming every few hours. He feared this encounter would only make everything worse for her, now that she was being pulled into another war. At the same time it was hard not to admire her, she had been through more than anyone knew including himself and yet she still gets out of bed everyday. He and Molly had been talking about having to put her in St. Mungo's before she started talking three days ago. When she spoke they started hoping she would get better, no such luck she was just as bad. Only now she answered when you asked her a question. He feared the girl he loved as a daughter was dying before his very eyes.

Mrs. Weasley was having simular thoughts. The loss of Fred, Ron, Harry, and Ginny hit her hard- as it would any mother. She thought more than once of just ending all her pain and joining them on the other side. Thankfully she had other children including Hermione and a husband to hold onto, and keep herself from giving up. They all needed her to be strong. Hermione had nothing to hold onto and no one to be strong for. She was slipping away and nothing the Weasley's could do would help. She thought it might be better if Hermione did go, even tho her being in more danger was unthinkable, Hermione needed to be needed right now. She needed a task to set her mind on, instead of sitting around drowning in turmoil.

The Weasley's and Hermione bid the fairies good night after Hermione promised to think over what her father wanted from her. He gave her a several pieces of parchment to look over on fairies, and about Sookie Stackhouse and told her he would be back in two days time. He hoped by then she would have an answer for him. Hermione made no promise she would. It was almost three a.m by the time they were all in their rooms, it was time once again for Hermione to try and brave her nightmares.

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