Hey you lovely readers out there. Here is the next chapter; I decided to update before I started getting death threats. Besides calling me mean and evil, you guys were soooo nice! Thank you so much for the reviews and the advice. I will now put ' when characters are thinking and I will be more specific about when things happen.  Now here's a little warning: some of you might think that my reason for Hermione's glowing is dumb but please be gentle. I just had a gruesome fh practice and I am on the verge of death so try to bear with me.

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"The time has come."

"For what, Albus?"

"For Miss Granger to know the truth."

"Albus, do you think she is ready?"

"I hope so, Minerva, I truly hope so."

"When shall we tell her?"

"When she wakes."

Hermione woke up two days after the incident. When she woke, she heard the hushed voices of the Headmaster and her own Head of House in a corner. She opened her eyes and saw Harry and Ron's hunched backs. She tried to get up, but her head had other plans. She had a bad headache and her body was sore all over. She flopped right back down on the bed, drawing the attention of the entire room.

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron shouted at the same time, causing Hermione's headache to go from bad to worse.

"Could you please not scream" Hermione said in a harsh whisper, her throat sore from the yelling she had done two days before.

"Oh right, sorry" Ron whispered apologetically. "We were just happy that you woke up."

"What day is it? what time is it?" Hermione asked, wishing her throat didn't feel so dry.

"It's Saturday. You've been unconscious for two days. You just missed lunch" Harry whispered.

"Excuse me, Weasley, Potter." Madame Pomfrey said as she made her way over to Hermione with a glass of a pink, watery-looking liquid. "Drink this." Hermione was only too happy to comply.

"Thank you" she managed to say in a normal voice.

"Oh, Hermione, we were so worried" Harry whispered as he brushed a few of Hermione's stray curls from her forehead. His green eyes shone with worry and the circles under them showed the lack of sleep.

"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, I know how anxious you must be to speak with Miss Granger, but I need to discuss some things with her alone first" Dumbledore said, slightly startling the trio. Even in the few minutes they were talking with Hermione, they had forgotten he and Professor MacGonagall were there.

"Yes, sir" Ron and Harry said together. "Hermione, we'll come back and visit you after dinner" Harry said right before he and Ron left the Hospital Wing.

"Ok, Harry" Hermione replied, feeling a bit better since Mme. Pomfrey had given her the medicine.

"Poppy, if you please, could we have a moment with Miss Granger?" Dumbledore said gently, knowing that the nurse wouldn't want to leave.

"Alright, Headmaster. But the second you are finished talking, call me so I can give her more medicine."

"Will do, Poppy" Dumbledore replied as Mme. Pomfrey left for her office.

"Now, Miss Granger, do you remember anything about what happened?" Dumbledore asked as soon as it was only him and Professor MacGonagall in the room.

"Well, I remember yelling at Malfoy. Then I pointed at him and…something happened" Hermione said, thinking very hard about the events of that fateful day.

"What happened, Miss Granger" Dumbledore urged her to go on.

"I was thinking about how I wanted to curse him, sir. He had made me so angry; I was thinking clearly or rationally. It felt like all my magic was being channeled into my anger. I pointed at him and…I hexed him. I didn't even say a spell or anything; I didn't even have my wand. Harry had it. He told me he had it right after I sent the hex at Malfoy."

Dumbledore seemed to be in deep thought, for he didn't respond right away or ask any more questions. After to what seemed to Hermione like hours of silence, Dumbledore spoke.

"I'm afraid, Miss Granger, there is something we haven't been telling you." Dumbledore started to pace around the room.

"What do you mean 'we'" Hermione asked, not liking Dumbledore's serious tone.

"He means him and me, Miss Granger" Professor MacGonagall said. She hadn't spoken until now; Hermione forgot, once again, that she was even there.

"Miss Granger, do you remember the incident with the Chamber of Secrets?" Professor MacGonagall asked. Hermione didn't see what this had to do with Dumbledore and Professor MacGonagall hiding something from her, but she answered anyway.

"Of course I remember. That's where the basilisk was kept and it could only be controlled by the heir of Slytherin. Salazar Slytherin didn't want muggleborns in the school, and he put the basilisk in the Chamber so when the time came, it could kill all the muggleborns left in the school."

"Well done, Miss Granger. If the situation wasn't so serious, I'd award you points" Dumbledore said lightly.

"Professor, I don't understand, and I hate not understanding."

"Yes, of course, of course. There is no delaying the truth now. Miss Granger, are you aware that Salazar Slytherin wasn't the only member of the four founders to have chosen an heir?" Hermione shook her head. Dumbledore stopped his pacing. "Miss Granger, you are the heir of Gryffindor."

If Dumbledore didn't look so serious, Hermione would have laughed. She couldn't believe  she was really hearing this.

"W...what?! That's impossible. Gryffindor doesn't have an heir!" Hermione couldn't bring herself to believe the absurdity of it all.

"It is quite possible. We did not tell you at the time, but in addition to having The Prophecy in our possession during your fifth year, we had one of Godric Gryffindor's personal journals. Yes, I knew Mr. Potter had informed you and Mr. Weasley of the Prophecy and the part he would eventually have to play" Dumbledore said in response to Hermione's shocked face.

'Does nothing pass this man?' Hermione thought.

Dumbledore continued his explanation, "Gryffindor knew of Salazar's plan to leave a basilisk within the Chamber of Secrets. He also knew about the heir of Slytherin. In an effort to counter Slytherin's attempts to rid the school of muggleborns, Godric chose an heir for himself.  To chose an heir, you must perform a very complex spell and make it your own. We haven't found the spell he used, but we are still looking through his journal for more information. Now, this heir would be the complete opposite to Salazar's heir: female, pure, good, and 100% muggle. And she would inherit his tremendous amount of power." Dumbledore stopped to watch Hermione and see her reaction.

"Well…that could be loads of different people!" Hermione reasoned.

"I thought you would say that. I would have agreed with you, except for the fact that this was not the only information we found in the journal."

"There's more?!" Hermione asked.

"Oh, yes, there's more. Not many know that Godric Gryffindor was more than just courageous and brave. He was very talented in the arts. He could sing, paint, and play music, dance, and many other things. In his journals, he often wrote of his heir plaguing his dreams. He saw the heir of Slytherin torturing her in some dreams, but in others, she was happy and blissful. He wrote of seeing her "heavenly face", as he put it. He put his artistic talent to use, and in one entry, he drew her face. The face of his heir. Minerva, if you please."

Professor MacGonagall handed Dumbledore a very ancient looking roll of parchment. He unrolled it and showed it to Hermione. Hermione was shocked. All of the doubts running free in her mind flew away as she saw Gryffindor's drawing of…her.

"Oh my God" Hermione breathed.

"Miss Granger, there is more you must know, but I believe we should wait until you have fully  recovered your strength" Dumbledore said  quietly. Hermione nodded silently.

"I know this must come as a shock, Miss Granger" Professor MacGonagall said soothingly as her and the Headmaster neared the door, " but you won't go through this alone."

"I'm still a bit confused" Hermione started before they could leave. "Are you telling me that Godric Gryffindor could do magic without his wand; he could just think it and it would happen? Is that why I can do it?"

"Yes, Miss Granger. Godric wrote in his journals that his heir wouldn't show any signs of his power until she had proven herself worthy. Worthy meaning becoming Head Girl, for example" Dumbledore explained.

"But, I've officially been Head Girl for the past two weeks. Why now?"

"It happened the other day  because you were under deep emotional stress. You had such a passionate anger that he power was released…onto Mr. Malfoy." Hermione couldn't help but smile at her wise Headmaster. Dumbledore was just about to leave with Professor MacGonagall again as Hermione called his name.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione called.

"Yes, Miss Granger" he answered, turning around.

"I didn't hurt Malfoy, did I sir?"

"Ever the Gryffindor you are, Miss Granger. Thoughts always on others, never on yourself. No, you did not hurt Mr. Malfoy. Physically." Hermione knew Dumbledore was referring to how she must have hurt Malfoy's ego.

Hermione slept for the rest of the day and woke up to an empty Hospital Wing. Once again she tried to get up, but her attempts were in vain. Her body was aching all over. She felt…drained. She guessed that must be from Godric's power, and how it was her first time experiencing it. She was still having trouble getting used to the fact that she was the heir of Gryffindor. In all the reading she had done in her life, never had she once come across anything about an heir of Godric Gryffindor. And, she had always been the plain, smart, boring member of the trio. She never did anything exciting, she had always gotten Harry and Ron out of trouble or helped them think up schemes. But she was never really singled out for anything. And here she was, with this amazing power. She couldn't help but think about what else Dumbledore had to say to her. He had told her so much, she didn't think she could handle any more revelations.

After dinner, Ron and Harry came back as they had promised, accompanied by Ginny. Hermione didn't tell them about what Dumbledore had told her; she wasn't sure if she was allowed to say anything yet. While their visit was fun filled and relaxing, Hermione couldn't stop worrying about Harry. He laughed when Ron would say something clever or do something stupid, but each time he made eye contact with Hermione, she could detect a glint of guilt in those green orbs. Something must have happened during the two days she was unconscious. The guilt was definitely there, but Hermione had no idea as to what Harry could be guilty about. Yet another thing that hadn't made sense to Hermione that day.

"Harry?" Hermione asked after Ron had finished his amazing tale about how Malfoy couldn't even hold his head up after Hermione had hexed him. "Harry, is there something wrong?"

"Of…of course not, 'Mione" Harry stammered. "Why would you think that? I'm really happy you're awake."

"Oh, okay" Hermione replied, not quite believing him, but accepting his answer all the same.

Ron, Ginny, and Harry had all stayed until Hermione made them leave so they would make curfew. They had almost not left because they were afraid someone might try to hurt her. Hermione assured them that they were being ridiculous and no one would try to hurt her. After they had finally left, Hermione couldn't help but laugh. No matter how many times she got mad at them, they would always be her best friends. They would always be there for her. They were so protective over her. She chuckled aloud as she was now alone, but not nearly as alone as she thought she was.

A/N: I'm sorry! I know I keep leaving cliffies but I will try to get out of my cliffy phase. Well I hope you liked the chapter , but if you didn't I completely know how you feel cuz I hated it. if it was crap don't hesitate to tell me. the button is right there so just click it…come on…you know you want to…all the cool kids are doing it…it will make you happy…it's such a pretty button…cute button…good button…oh just do it already!