Author Note: A quick idea. Not sure if it will go anywhere or not. But here it is.
Hermione was walking back from the library after trying to research something to help Harry deal with the first task. They had found out it was dragons which was going to be dangerous and to be honest Harry's sheer dumb luck seemed to be the only way she could think of for him to survive the task, much less succeed at it.
As she was walking she realized she did not realize where she was in the castle. She had stepped into a strange chamber that had arcane symbols all over the walls. There was a desk with a high backed carved wooden chair behind it. In the chair was a very old woman reading a book. She looked up when Hermione had entered the room. "Ahh. Hello, Hermione. I have been expecting you. Please have a seat."
Hermione looked around in confusion before a chair suddenly formed out of swirling dust particles. She set her book bag down and sat in the chair. "I'm sorry ma'am. But I don't know who you are."
The old woman smiled as she looked at Hermione. She looked solid and real so Hermione did not think she was one of the ghosts, but she had never seen this woman before. She had never been at any of the feasts or other gatherings.
"I know. It is of little matter who I am. You are Hermione Granger. Friend of Harry Potter and a very important person." the woman said.
"How do you know who I am? And what do you mean important?"
The old woman leaned back in her chair. She seemed to be thinking, "How do I know you? That is not a subject for discussion at the moment. Suffice that I do know you Hermione Jane Granger. Child of Daniel and Emma Granger. Grand-daughter of Ernest Granger. I know you far better than you even know yourself." The woman paused to stare at Hermione before continuing.
"As for your importance. You are the sword that will allow Harry Potter to vanquish the darkness. You are the light which shall guide him. Without you he shall fail and this world shall be plunged into a thousand years of darkness." She dramatically intoned as the light seemed to shift and rippled around her.
Hermione recoiled in her chair. Her mouth worked several times before she managed to stammer out, "Wh-w-what?"
"Why do you think you are not dead yet?"
Hermione thought for a second before saying, hesitantly, "Because I'm. Lucky?"
The woman laughed, dryly. "Two little first years knocking a full grown mountain troll unconscious with a levitated club? Really? Even as a first year you had to question that."
Hermione had no argument. She had not questioned it at the time but when she read about how thick troll skulls were later she had wondered how they had managed it.
"Ahh you see. Then in second year, making a mistake with poly-juice that should have result in your pattern being disrupted to such a point that you were killed, or permanently mutated, instead resulted in you becoming a cute cat-girl. Which was rectified in due time. Then in the same year you became petrified instead of dead." The woman listed.
"Yes but others became petrified." She again couldn't argue about the poly-juice. For such a dangerous and complicated potion it was quite easy to make a mistake in use or brewing that could kill or seriously mess up forever a person.
"True. I did have to make sure the other students had lived as well. That way the enemy wouldn't notice that you were protected."
Hermione frowned, "Enemy?"
"I'll get to that in a minute." The woman said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Now why did you get a time turner in third year? To merely take more classes. Why a highly classified and controlled magic item would be given to a teenager, and one who did not abuse it I must bemoan, JUST to take extra classes doesn't make sense does it?"
Hermione frowned as she remembered how Professor McGonnegal and her had discussed her schedule when Dumbledore had come in and offered the time-turner to allow her to take every class. She had been excited and curious but the heavy warnings and cautions had deterred her from abusing the device. "It was because I had to use it to save Harry and his godfather."
"Yes. Now you see. He had to get the confidence boost to be able to cast the patronus spell. Which will come in very importantly later." The lady said with a smile.
"I suppose that weak distraction I gave to Professor Lupin and how we managed to escape him was you too?" She asked with a sigh.
Smirking at Hermione the woman nodded, "Yes. You got the attention of a fully shifted, unsedated, werewolf. He was faster, stronger, and had much better senses. The two of you should have been mauled to death or at the very least infected yourself. So I gave him the idiot ball and had him go off chasing butterflies."
She nodded, "Thank you. I guess I see your point. But why are you helping?"
"Once in a while a person comes along that is absolutely essential to the light. King Arthur, Hercules, Moses, James Kirk. All of these people had a strong right hand. A supporter who cared for them, helped them and loved them. Gave them hope and strength to do what they had to do."
Hermione snorted as she thought about it then said, "My dad likes that show. Kirk didn't have a wife or one particular girlfriend."
The old woman chortled as she rolled her eyes. "Don't be so narrow minded who says it had to be a girlfriend that loved him."
"Are you really saying that Kirk and Spook were lovers?" she crossed her arms in doubt.
The old woman laughed then said, "The Vulcan's name was Spock, and let's just say he saw the captain's log quite often."
"Right." She pursed her lips.
"Oh don't be quite so cross with me. All I am doing is trying to get you to realize what you need to be for Harry Potter."
"You do realize he's only fourteen?"
"Yes and you are fifteen. Three years older than when Arthur first sheathed his sword in Guinevere. Speaking of which the current young miss Guinevere has designs on Harry doing that to her. If that happens, well, lets just say the enemy will win. If you don't the enemy wins. There is no other girl with the skills, the brains, the self-confidence or the willpower to be his equal and stand with him through the fire, the darkness and the storm. YOU are the ONLY one capable of that." The old woman intoned once more. This time there was a clap of thunder from outside the room. "The enemy knows this. That is why they have sent minions to try to keep you from Harry. They will try to seduce you, seduce him. Try to convince you that neither of you feel for the other what you do. You MUST NOT allow this to happen. DO not go to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, do not allow Ronald Weasley to convince you to give him a chance. Do not allow Ginny Weasley to get her claws into him. It will give the enemy the strength to defeat him"
She blinked several times as she stared at the woman with her mouth open, "Harry is really that important. This enemy, they're that powerful?"
"Oh yes, on both counts." The woman declared emphatically, "Harry Potter is key to the light defeating the darkness. He is the only one who can do so and you are the only one to ensure that he does. So the two of you have to be a matched set. IT IS your destiny!"
Hermione thought, "But how am I supposed to help him. I don't have any special powers. Plus I don't think he really feels anything for me."
"Well the power can be developed, as for feelings he has them, he just doesn't realize he has them. You'll have to help him figure that out by being forthright and direct." The old woman said.
"Forthright and direct. I can do that." She said with a wry smile.
"Yes you can. Now before you run along I will give you a gift. One of the reasons I had your pattern altered with the poly-juice. To make it easier to do this."
"To do what?" Hermione asked suddenly nervous.
The old woman raised her right hand then snapped her fingers. A brilliant white flash of light occurred and Hermione felt a strange surge of energy run through her. Looking at her self quickly she did not seem to be any different.
"What did you do?"
"Do you remember what it felt like to be the cat-girl?" The old woman asked.
Hermione thought for a moment then nodded, "I think so."
"Well try becoming the cat-girl." The old woman suggested.
Hermione shrugged then thought about it. A moment later she felt a strange shifting and altering tingle go through her. She felt six more breasts pushing themselves outwards under her shirt, hair growing everywhere, her spine lengthened into a tail while her face shifted and altered into a muzzle. She looked at her hands as they shifted and morphed into a quasi paws with claws instead of fingernails.
"Oh Mrow. What did. How did. I'm the cat-girl again." Hermione exclaimed in shock.
"Oh that's not all. Think about going fully feline. Just try it then think about becoming your human self again." The woman said leaning forward on the desk to watch.
Hermione tried to calm her racing heart before she though about being a cat. She felt herself changing and shrinking. She soon was looking at the giant figure of the woman leaning over the desk at her. She curled around and saw she had a large fluffy tail. She could hear and smell so much better than even in the cat-girl form as it was better than in her human form. Only everything seemed so large.
She thought about being her human self and soon was sitting fully clothed with the normal number of breasts and arrangement of hair. "I was a cat. I'm an animagus now?"
"Well I suppose from a certain point of view." The old woman said. "Those are the only two alternative forms you have. And don't worry you can't have kittens." She chuckled.
"Uh thank you." Hermione blushed.
"Actually I made it so unless you willingly and willfully choose to do so you cannot get pregnant. No matter how much sex you have."
Hermione's blush deepened. "I'm only fifteen."
"Yes, yes, I know. However let's just say that teenage hormones are not always irresistible." she sighed as if remembering a time long ago. "So to make sure there are no unexpected, little surprises, and to encourage the two of you bonding I give you that gift as well."
"Um well thank you. I appreciate it."
"Yes dear now go run along and start seducing your Harry Potter. Remember be firm yet gentle with him but let him know that you claim him as yours." She pointed out to the younger girl.
Hermione nodded, "Thank you. I will."
She watched as Hermione grabbed her book bag and ran out of the room. Smiling she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The old woman vanished in a brilliant flash of light just moments before the room flashed brilliantly and returned to being a dusty unused classroom.
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