Disclaimer. As usual I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, things, or animals, that are mentioned in the Harry Potter books, I do how ever own the plot in this little venture into the Potter verse.

Angelic message.

Hermione stared at the beautiful angelic being that had just joined her in the sixth year girls' dorm, the angel that mere moments before had been a beautiful snowy white owl. The tall young woman for that is what she had become in a matter of seconds, had gorgeous pure white hair that hung in long tresses down her back, beautiful and large white wings that sprouted from her shoulder blades and reached to the floor. The owl had become a being that was so often displayed in Muggle art and yet far more wonderful than any artist could ever paint. Hermione's mouth dropped open as the angel spoke to her.

"Hello Hermione… don't look so surprised, after all you have known me for more than five and a half years. Though you do or did know me as Hedwig. I decided it was time to reveal myself to you before your chosen action condemns the world of magic to its annihilation. Come take my hand there is something you need to know." Hedwig said holding out her hand for Hermione to take hold of.

Hermione despite her shock took hold of the offered hand and suddenly found her self being lifted into the air and out of the window. A few seconds later Hedwig landed them both silently behind the locker rooms of the quidditch pitch and with a finger to her lips mimed to her passenger to remain silent. They could both hear the rather loud argument of the two boys and a girl who were standing out on the quidditch pitch.

"Harry why on earth would you say that? Hermione is still a bloody nightmare, ye gods man she isn't even pretty." Ron Weasley almost yelled.

"Yeah she's a right bloody bore, she's so bad she is bound to die a spinster because no man alive would marry that boring bitch." Lavender Brown hissed hatefully "I don't see why you insist on sticking up for her all the time."

"Look Weasley, and you Brown. Hermione Granger is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. She's stunningly beautiful, intelligent, kind, helpful and so much more. You Brown, I've known for the past two years you don't like Hermione because you are jealous, and all because she out shone you at the Yule ball. Did it annoy you that much that all the guys there were saying how beautiful she was in that blue gown. Are you that unsure of your own looks. You Weasley, I thought you were her friend, before you started with Brown here you told me you fancied Hermione. Was that a lie?"

"Harry mate, I just thought she might be easy to… you know… easy to get her knickers off. You know what they say about Muggle born witches and sex. How ready and willing they are." Ron replied a little quieter.

"You are a right bastard you know that Weasley. If Hermione Granger fancied me, I'd get down on my knees and thank God for her. Whatever she says or does to me will never stop me being in love with her. So you might as well both sod off back to the castle and leave me be. I need to do some thinking about what Snape and Malfoy are up to. You Weasley… I'll deal with later, of that you can be damn sure." Harry hissed angrily.

Hedwig took hold of Hermione again and flew them back to the girls' dorm. Once Hermione was standing steady on her feet Hedwig drifted away a little. "You needed to know what you are doing Hermione." She said to the still stunned sixth year.

"I thought Ron… I mean… I thought it would be safe being with him…" Hermione said sounding as confused as she felt. Ron the boy she had thought her best friend who actually fancied her. Just wanted her because he thought muggle born's were easy and she would let him have sex with her. That's all he wanted, to get into her knickers, he had no feelings for her at all. He did not fancy her; he got jealous simply because he thought she would shag anyone who asked her. And then there was Harry, the best friend she had started distancing herself from, the boy who actually did love her. But she was still afraid to love him, he would probably never even graduate. She did not know what to do, or who to turn to for help."

"Hermione child it's your love that will help Harry to win against Voldemort, it's your love that will keep him alive, make sure he survives this war. It's you he looks to for his strength and courage, don't rob him of your love because of fear of the unknown." Hedwig whispered as she changed back into a beautiful snowy owl again and flew out of the window and off into the night.

Those last words were enough to make Hermione face the truth, she was already in love with the raven haired young man, and nothing would change that. It was a stupid idea to deny that love to herself any longer. It was a far happier and decidedly warmer Hermione Jane Granger who met Harry Potter when he returned to the common room later that evening. Their first kiss was when she plucked up the courage and kissed him good night.

Hermione Jane Granger went to bed happy in the knowledge that between them Harry and her would survive the coming war. She was no longer afraid of loving him, no longer afraid of losing him in the war they faced. She knew that together their love would over come all obstacles in their way to a happy life together. Her whispered "thanks," to Hedwig were the last words she spoke that day before she fell into a happy dream filled sleep.

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