A/N: I won't be able to upload daily like I've been doing the week before, work is starting to get busier but I'll promise to update as fast as I can. To ponystories, there you are! Thanks for reading : ), to gorloxianfang, I'm glad you're enjoying this, and to shrugs, I understand your concern but I had to not alphabetize the names since I had to make Syrine's entrance at the last more like a big reveal.

Syrine looked at Hermione and at the dessert as if both had sprouted two heads at the same time. This was obviously not the reaction Hermione was expecting, she expected the Slytherin's facade to break a little bit but it seemed as if Syrine wasn't going to give in so easily.

"What are you on about, Granger?" Syrine told Hermione, although it sounded a bit rude, Syrine was still quite weak that it didn't sound as harsh as she wanted it too.

Hermione sighed, "Forget what I said. But keep the pudding, you need more sugar. You look like a ghost."

With Hermione's remark, a strange expression befell Syrine's face; it was as if the Gryffindor had hit a sore spot.

"A ghost, huh?" Syrine said with a haunted look in her eyes.

"Just eat. I'm going now; I'm going to eat lunch at the Great Hall so that I can talk with Harry." Hermione said.

"Why the bloody hell are you telling me this? I obviously don't care. I'm not your mother, swot." Syrine muttered looking really annoyed.

Hermione chuckled; she was still testing the waters to see how Syrine would react to her vague messages.

"I'm being too nice, aren't I?" Hermione asked. "I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. You see, you look a lot like a person I knew before, she was like a sister to me."

Syrine glared at Hermione, "Don't you have someone else to annoy?"

Hermione nodded, "Eat the pudding." She didn't think that it was necessary to say anything more; she finally turned her back towards Syrine and left the hospital wing.

Once Syrine was sure Hermione was gone, she slowly sat up on the bed. She reached out for the pudding that Hermione gave her and got a spoon from her bed side table. As she ate the pudding the Gryffindor know-it-all gave her, she had a very beautiful smile plastered on her face.

#HP#

The months that passed by after the incident involving the Dementors were filled with a few minor incidents, one of which involved Draco Malfoy who was foolish enough to offend a Hypogriff during a Care of Magical Creatures class. The blonde Slytherin had ended up with an "awful" injury. Hermione expected Syrine to be a bit more vindictive when Draco got injured, but it seemed as if she had castigated him when she had learned that both Hagrid and Buckbeak, the hypogriff which caused the harm, were put into more trouble.

There was also another incident involving the fat lady and the escaped convict Sirius Black. The Fat Lady insisted that it was Black who scratched up her painting because he was trying to get into the Gryffindor common room so that he could hurt Harry. This caused majority of the Hogwarts students to feel unsafe during the year, especially Harry, who thinks that it was because of Sirius that his parents were both killed.

With the heavy atmosphere that surrounded the castle, it was no surprise that Hermione was getting nowhere with her research on the truth about the dreams she kept on having. She hadn't told Harry yet her suspicions since she didn't have any solid proof yet. She also didn't want to bother the boy-who-lived with her own problems since it was obvious that Harry was under a lot of stress lately.

After the incident at the infirmary, Hermione noticed that Syrine was avoiding running into Hermione outside of their joint classes like she was the plague. It made the Gryffindor more frustrated since she thought that she was making some progress. Despite the lack of tangible evidence that she and Syrine were related in some way, she still had that very strong gut feeling that her dreams were quite close to the truth

Hermione was strolling around Hogwarts when she saw Professor Mcgonagall, levitating behind her a stack of old boxes filled to the brim with various knickknacks.

"Good morning, Professor" Hermione greeted the Transfiguration professor.

"And a good morning to you too, Ms. Granger," Professor Mcgonagall greeted back.

"Is there anything that I can help you with, Professor? I'm free at the moment and I'm looking for something to do." Hermione asked.

The professor was silent for a moment and looked as if she was contemplating something. She then smiled at her lion cub and nodded.

"I have to sort the things in these boxes, would you like to help me?" The professor inquired.

Hermione answered her with a big smile, and off they went to Professor Mcgonagall's quarters. Upon their arrival there, the professor levitated the boxes onto the floor and arranged them next to each other.

"Those are some momentos from students in the past and it got mixed up with an assortment of things because of Peeves. I only found out recently that the resident poltergeist has been using this as his storage for his 'tricks'." Professor Mcgonagall explained. "Would be okay if you sorted out the boxes for me Ms Granger? You can throw Peeve's toys away. Some of it are still oozing with ectoplasm."

Hermione nodded, and sat down beside one of the boxes and started sorting. She loved doing menial tasks like that when she wanted to relax. She had easily gone through three boxes until she saw a number of pictures. She looked at each picture and noticed that it must have been taken a very long time ago since the uniforms were quite different than the one they were using now. She was about to put the pictures down when she noticed something about the last picture she was holding.

One of the pictures wasn't a magical one; it was obviously taken by a muggle camera since the people in the picture weren't moving. But what was weirder than that was the fact that they had the same exact picture at home. It was even mounted at their living room.

"Professor, who is this?" Hermione asked as she pointed to the girl in the picture who was at the edge of the picture.

The Transfiguration professor came nearer and looked at the picture as well, "It's funny how you actually found that. That's a photo from muggle studies before when the former professor brought a muggle camera into class. As for who that is dear, that girl's name is Jean Montblanc."

Hermione's eyes widened, she realized she was holding the exact proof that she needed to finally figure out the mystery surrounding the Granger family.

"Was she your student before?"Hermione inquired.

"Yes, it's kind of a coincidence that she caught your attention. Jean Montblanc was like you during her time here in Hogwarts. Brilliant and talented, the only difference between you two was that she was a pureblood and you are of muggle descent." answered the professor. "She was also quite shy; she didn't like to socialize very much."

"Where is she now?"

"I'm sorry but I don't know dear. After she graduated from Hogwarts, I never saw or heard from her ever again."

Hermione was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to say after seeing a picture of her own mother as a student in Hogwarts. She had asked her mother before where the picture was taken and she had answered her that it was a picture from her boarding school.

"You look pale, Ms. Granger. Are you alright?" The professor asked, clearly looking concerned.

"Yes professor. Can I take this picture? I want to show it to someone." Hermione queried.

"Sure, why not?"

Hermione thanked Transfiguration professor after she had finished sorting the boxes. She put the photo in her pocket; she needed to keep it in a safe place until she went home for Christmas break. Her parents needed to explain themselves.