*Sue Ellen's POV*

"What?" Hermione said unbelievingly to this girl that just claimed to be her grandmother but looked about the age 17. A smile appeared on my face.

"I realize that this seems like complete nonsense. And it will be easier if I just start from the beginning." She put her hand up to stop Hermione from interrupting and from stopping Draco from excusing himself. Sue Ellen had watched as the boy got more and more uncomfortable with the situation out of the corner of her eye. "Now, I'm sure that you have heard of Sinamus De'barbaluke."

"The world's most powerful sorceress?" Draco asked quickly without much thought. Sue Ellen nodded and looked back to Hermione.

"Please dear, take a seat." She said motioning to the couch no one noticed was there. "This might take a while."

Hermione did as she was told, in a trance like state. She felt the cushion move under her weight and then move again. Glancing to her side she saw Draco sitting next to her, completely occupied by staring at Sue Ellen, waiting for her to speak again.

"Sinamus De'barbaluke was my mother. She was in Austria researching when she met my father, Claude. And fell in love with him."

"He doesn't have a last name?" Hermione asked, like Draco without much thought of manners.

"Well no, vampires don't tend to have last names, or at least ones that they keep."

"Vampire? This Claude guy was a vampire? You must be kidding, vampires can't have children outside their species."

"In usual circumstances, no. But my mother, being the skilled sorceress that she was, found a way around that. And for one night Claude had a heartbeat. You being 7th years obviously know what happened that night." Sue Ellen smirked. Hermione couldn't help a smile at what her sentence suggested.

"Alright...So why does that make me your grand daughter?"

"Straight to point. I like that." Sue Ellen started again, leaning against Dumbledore's massive desk. "Well you see, being the daughter of a sorceress and a vampire you would think, majorly weird. But until my 18th birthday, I grew up and matured, just as a normal young witch. I graduated from Hogwarts with honors and then that's when the trouble began. My vampire side matured, I stopped aging, I grew sharper teeth, and I felt the thirst." I said all this like it wasn't a big deal, although I had grown comfortable with my situation this was the first time I had ever told my story. Hermione was intrigued and less startled now.

"The thirst?"

"Yes, for the first time in my life, I felt the need to drink blood."

"Whoa, you kill humans? Like vampires!?" Draco questioned with an emotion of confusion he never usually shows. He was getting very interested in this whole deal like Hermione as well, I could sense it from the way both of their hearts raced.

"I am not murderer. I have only drank human blood once in my lifetime and have never felt the need to ever do it again."

"How do you survive?"

"Well, I do need blood to keep myself functioning, Although not as much as a normal vampire. You see most vampires have to drink once every night, maybe the older ones can skip nights here and there, but their thirst is much more potent than mine. I can survive for a whole year without one sip of blood, and I've tested myself over and over again. But it weakens me, I have all the agility and skill of a vampire at full strength when I feed once a month. Without the blood I become basically human in strength." I explained as well as I thought was in my ability.

"But still, when you do 'feed', as you put it, what is your prey?"

"Animals."

"Animals?" Hermione spoke up, Draco had been asking all the questions for her up till now.

"Yes, I'm not brutal. I won't buy myself a truckload of puppies or anything like that. I go out and hunt for mystical creatures, their blood, I find, is much more potent that human." I wanted to lighten the mood of the conversation but it seems that it was a hopeless attempt.

"You would kill a unicorn?" Hermione asked a little worse for the wear.

"Oh goodness no. Unicorns are a protected species, the thought never even crossed my mind. I hunt for common harmful creatures. Like Milicentars, Pentalus, Oxenteups."

"Oh." Was all Hermione answered with. Draco leaned foward on his seat.

"So, I'm getting the impression that Hermione is well, whatever you are?"

"Quiet right. I suppose I should divulge you more in my family history more than in the properties of 'whatever I am'."