Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

A/n a little drama coming up.

Roots

Hermione was at the library when she saw Zecke Greyback. "Would you come with me? We will be gone for an hour. I had a dream about my cousin, who is not well. He is a lot older than I am. My father, his uncle, was one of the survivors of the massacre."

"Which massacre?"

"Later, you will learn later. We will be gone for less than an hour. We think if he sees you, he might come back from wherever his mind has gone to."

She followed Zecke; he looked and saw nobody around. In a blink of an eye, they were gone.

Hermione blinked, where was she? They seemed to be in a castle. She had the hand inside her robe holding her wand.

"Where are we?"

"We call this place an in-between. Those are places not quite on Earth. This is Fortress Greyback."

Hermione saw there were many others in the room, dressed in a strange attire; they looked like knights, tall, dark, and fierce, everyone carried weapons. There were several large dogs, not dogs, wolves. She froze, but Zecke pulled her hand, "Don't be afraid, come."

They walked, many bowed to Hermione, and she smiled, thinly. They went outside, Hermione nearly ran, she saw Fenrir, still looking like a werewolf. This was unexpected. He growled angrily, "Stop," a tall curly hair man appeared, "can't you see who she looks like, smell the air."

Fenrir stopped on his tracks, looked at Hermione, who was shaking like a leaf. He came closer, "Who are you?" Instead of the werewolf, Fenrir stood. The one from after the war but younger. He took her hand and sniffed her. Hermione could hear others, many happy sounds.

"Amelia?"

Zecke was grinning, "No, she is the grandchild of Amelia's son. He made it and had twins; it wasn't Gellert after all."

Fenrir held Hermione tight, "Where is my nephew?"

"Who is your nephew? I don't know," she was no longer shaking. Fenrir's embrace felt right.

Zecke answered, "Glad to have you back, now, we must go back."

"To Hogwarts," Hermione explained; she was reluctant to leave.

"No, it is dangerous, Albus will kill you. You cannot." Fenrir smelled her again. "Who is your father?"

"My father is the one that you are thinking about. By the way, I had no idea until a couple days ago." Hermione didn't sound sure.

"Albus will kill you. You cannot go back; think if he found your family's identity," Fenrir insisted.

"I must."

He held her, "You are like my sister, fearless and stubborn. I was a young pup when she was murdered, about your age; she and... never mind. My nephew was older than I. I am afraid for you. You see, we have so few females. Zecke, you must watch her at all times. "

Zecke laughed, Serge who was inside Hermione's pocket, flew out, curious to see. Wolves didn't scare him, Serge would be gone in an eye blink. Hermione was surrounded by a blue enclosure made of light. Serge screeched, standing on her shoulder.

When Fenrir reached for Hermione, his hand was stopped by a solid wall. Zecke was saying, "She is always protected by a small army, plus the popular Serge. Serge is not quite an owl, he is a Fey creature. Ah, she is with the Malfoy heir, exclusively."

"Excellent, but you are too young to mate, I will not allow it. Let's go and eat." Fenrir invited her.

Many had come out, "Sorry, we must go before I am missed." She kissed Fenrir's cheek, feeling at ease but sad to leave. Why was he so bossy, Hermione wondered. And why did she feel like she should obey him?

"I have an idea, will see you soon," Fenrir told her and kissed her cheeks. Many of the wolves were moving towards him. Before they left. Hermione had enough time to see the wolves turning into men and cheering Fenrir. What were they? Was she like them? No, if she were, she would know.

Zecke and Hermione appeared in the library, behind a bookshelf. Sirius was looking for her, he was with Rabastan.

"Where were you, we were looking for you all over the place, Andy is sick, come, she needs you." Rabastan was pulling her, giving Zecke a dirty look.

Zecke winked an eye at the angry duo, "Ermi is my cousin, for real. Maybe tomorrow?"

Hermione nodded, she wanted to know more about the family.

Hermione left with Rabastan and Sirius in a hurry, to the Slytherin dorm.

Albus' Rejection

He finally found Minerva. "Maggie, we must talk, I need your help."

"I am glad to see you," she answered, "I was going by your office, I need time off. I married last weekend, only a couple of people were there. It was a secret."

Albus felt as if someone had given him a swift kick on his lower abdomen. His blue eyes looked dull. "Married?"

He pulled his wand and Apparated them into his office. "You care for a glass of Elven wine? I am having a dram of a Firewhisky."

"No, thank you." Minerva didn't want to be around him, no food or drink when with him.

"Who did you marry? We need you at Hogwarts."

"I rather keep the name secret for a while. I need time to myself, I will give you time to find a replacement. We will talk later. I need to get going."

Albus couldn't get over the shock. "I need to get Miss L'Argent to see me."

Minerva told him, "Is there a problem with her?"

Albus stood in front of a shelf, "Doesn't she remind you of Tom?"

Minerva felt ill, she had been right. "Which Tom?" She pretended not to know.

"Tom Riddle, but that cannot be. Although there is no darkness in her, it would be good to know. But she also reminds me of someone long ago, and that is not possible."

The shadows watched worriedly. Hermione was in possible danger.

"I don't see any resemblance. I guess if I did, it would make me sad because Miss L'Argent could have been my daughter. A child that I would have welcomed and loved. Sad and mad at you, I am not naive, you wanted to break us up." With those words, Minerva pulled her wand and apparated away. She needed to stay longer, Albus would hurt the young witch. She needed advice.

Albus was in shock, who had Minerva married? Did she marry Tom after all? Albus would find out and would look closer into Miss L'Argent's past. He had to write his associate.

Thomas Riddle.

The Dark Lord had a visitor, one he didn't recognize. At present, he lived in the Malfoy's dower house. His visitor reminded him of someone he knew, a young student, when he was at Hogwarts.

"And you are?" The Dark Lord asked.

"I guess you don't know who. I look different," for a second Fenrir changed to the werewolf.

"I see," Fenrir shook his hand, then brought his own hand to his nose, and smiled.

"Why the smile, and what is going on?"

"Your daughter, don't look surprised. I am talking about Miss L'Argent. My sister was related to her."

The Dark Lord was interested. Fenrir told him the story, no sense in lying, Hermione's safety was paramount.

"So Nanette is the child of your sister's child with Gellert Grindenwald. Your sister was murdered along with her younger children while you were in Hogwarts. And you think Albus is behind it, related to Gellert, who stopped the carnage. You learned that but didn't believe it before. You thought your nephew, Nannette's son, was also dead. Extraordinary."

His Nannette came from a werewolf family? He didn't care, nothing had changed, wasn't he a Half-Blood? Love had changed his views. His eyes bulged when Fenrir turned into a giant grey wolf and back to a human. He noticed the tailored clothes that Fenrir wore. What was he?

"What are you? Are you able to change at will?" Tom asked.

"Indeed," Fenrir changed to a werewolf, then to a wolf, then back. "I am something not known to many, and your child is like us. She doesn't know it. I suspect her grandfather has blocked the wolf for whatever reason, but the wolf is there, the wolf and more. My mother was what many called Fae. You heard about L'Orcs, it is all true."

"I see, so my child is special, I knew that already," the Dark Lord's proud smile said it all. "Where is your nephew; where is Nannette? Please listen," he told him about his marriage and about Nanette's disappearance.

"I don't know, Ermi doesn't know where my nephew is. She didn't know about us. But we have a problem, if Albus was behind the killings. I found out that he has been searching for my nephew as well. It is related to something else. Since she is your child as well, she is in mortal danger as long as she is a student in Hogwarts. I do have a suggestion." Fenrir advised.

The house-elf working at the dower's house announced, "Sir, a Floo request, please come."

Tom followed, "Minerva, how did you find me?" He had pulled his wand ready to attack.

The upside-down Minerva stopped him, "Tom, I come in peace, it is about one of my students, Miss L'Argent. I am afraid Albus suspects what I already know. She is your child."

Tom decided, "Come, but either you take Veritaserum or allow me to Legilemance you."

"No, you must trust me. I have long regretted being used by Albus. I have noticed disturbing things. He interferes in the lives of several students. The Black sisters, along with the Malfoy heir amongst others, are of special interest, and now, your child."

"Come, there is someone you must meet. We will make an unbreakable, but be prepared to die if you are lying."

Fenrir met her when he shook her hand, he saw that she wasn't lying, her concern for the young witch was real. She still cared for Tom, but she was with someone else, with an Auror. Her fears about Albus were not a lie.

"Tom, she is telling the truth; we should listen."

After a long talk, they had developed a plan. One that suited Fenrir since he was already planning to get a job at Hogwarts. Tom asked Minerva for a last favor, when he walked her back to the Floo, "Be careful, don't underestimate Albus. I left something in Hogwarts, and my daughter might need help."

Tom wanted his child out of Hogwarts, but she had a hard head. Perhaps this was a chance to bring Albus down once and for all. He was willing to change for his child, but Albus wouldn't. Why did he want to attack Fenrir's people? Albus had a secret, and Tom was going to find out.

That night he dreamed of Nannette, making love to her. He only found release when he dreamed about her. Except for this time, it felt too real. In the morning, his bed smelled of her, of her particular perfume, the one he had never forgotten. He sniffed his hands and was hard at once. He could feel her sex and smell on his hands. On the pillow, he found two long curly hairs, the same color as her light brown hair.

He screamed her name, "Where are you, forgive me. I am changing, I cannot live without you, it hurts. Come, I promise you won't regret it." He turned into a madman, looked everywhere, preserved the sheets and pillows. Then examined the hairs, they were hers. He sat to look into the distance, broken.

For once in his life, he was afraid, what if Albus hurt his child. This couldn't be allowed to happen.

From the shadows, the horned man looked. Yes, the evil was seeping out of Tom. But he wouldn't allow his child to be with Tom until it was safe for all. Only when the danger had passed. He was upset with his daughter for coming to see him, pretending it was a dream. Alas, he understood her. She was also crying, but there was too much at stake. So far, Tom had most of his soul pieces, but he needed to be whole. Maybe, this was a good time for a couple of visits.

At Hogwarts

Andy had been sick all night. "Andy, you must see Poppy, something is wrong. Please." Ermi begged her. By now, Narcissa also suspected.

Narcissa went to Gideon, "What has your brother told you? Why is Bella seeing him, I must know.'"

Gideon blushed, he knew that Fabian was to be married before the year was out, but he had promised secrecy. "I think that he is getting along with your sister."

Bella had been gone for over two weeks. "How about Rodolphus?"

Another blush, "Err, ah, I think that is over for her, my brother says so."

Narcissa looked behind her, Dumbledore was strolling behind them, trying to listen. Why was he spying on her? "Let's walk outside, I will raise you," Albus growled, they were saying something about Bella. He needed to know.

Narcissa sent an owl home, asking that her mother or father come to Hogwarts. They should ask to see their daughters; it was urgent. She didn't trust Dumbledore.

When Druella read the message, Bella wanted to know what was going on. She decided to tell her mother, they knew who the father was. "Mom, I am sure that Dumbledore told my aunt Wallburga. I suspected it for long. As to the why, I don't know, but Gideon doesn't trust him at all. He says that his brother is in love with Narcissa. Maybe Dumbledore doesn't like it. But why?"

Cygnus and Abraxas had come in and heard. What was Albus up to? Maybe the Dark Lord needed to be informed. Cygnus knew that it probably involved Ermi, and heavens forbid that something should happen to her.

Bea saw her grandfather, well make that two, she had decided that Abraxas was her Papa as well.

"Papa," she yelled and jumped on Cygnus, then she squirmed to be let down and go to Abraxas. Bella smiled, as she often did these days. Her parents couldn't have enough of Bella's smiles.

"Darling," Cygnus suggested, "maybe we should ask Mr. Weasley about Albus. Bella, not you, darling, but maybe Abraxas."

Bella nodded, she wanted to know what happened. It no longer hurt, every day she liked Gideon and even more. She saw a future with him, and she knew that Arthur would never leave his wife. "Don't tell him of Bea, no yet."

At Hogwarts

Andy was in severe pain, not bleeding, but the cramps were terrible. Hermione had consulted the library and was sure that it was pregnancy-related.

Rabastan was crying, feign sickness to stay in the dorm. Rodolphus looked like a ghost. "She is going to die and is all my fault."

Lucius told him, "I don't blame you. I would probably have done the same. Have your parents talk to her parents, send an owl now."

"She would never talk to me again, she is too afraid of Bella," Rodolphus argued.

Lucius decided to send an owl to his father. He went by the small room, into the house, and sent an owl. It took him, but minutes, he couldn't allow a tragedy.