Hey everyone! This is a long chapter so I hope it's good .I want to thank DragonRidingSorceress who has now become my little editor. Thanks for the spelling tips. I can write but spelling is beyond me. Oh well. I am content in having an imagination and an auto-spell check.

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own the HP characters or the Greek myths. Though I wish I did.

Chapter 3: Harmonia

A silky white hand reached out for Hermione. It was only now Hermione realised the woman was almost naked. The golden scales were more numerous over the woman's breasts and covered the area between her navel and the upper thigh with a swirling shimmer. Fins, with shinning silver webbing, adorned her wrists and ankles, but Hermione was sure that the thin, green-blue lines running up the appendages were fins, retracted into the skin. The long, wavy, tresses of hair that blew in a non-existent breeze had a rich chestnut tint, but throughout the knee length hair there were hints of deep purple, gold and emerald green. Following the hair to the woman's face Hermione became entranced. This truly was to look upon beauty. Fine featured, the woman had a wise, yet still youthful face. Magnificent pale skin, unblemished and untouched by the sun, had a natural glow that lit her face. Looking the woman in the eyes, Hermione jerked.

"What the….."

The eyes weren't black or even honey brown like hers, but something completely different. Through those eyes one could see a mirror of the ocean. Deep blue waves crashed and aqua whirlpools tore through a calm azure sea. Thunder storms raged and crystal clear waves played in the sea breeze. Hermione stepped closer as the hypnotic swirl of colour and beauty overwhelmed her.

Smiling, the woman took Hermione into her arms. This the moment she had been waiting for. The girl had to come of her own free will. Firmly holding Hermione's hand she started to glide towards a fine mist that had settled over the water. Completely under the woman's control, Hermione started towards the thickening mist. Something inside her mind screamed, "NOOOOO! Don't do it! Stop, you don't know her!" But by now the grip on Hermione's mind was like a vice. Unable to resist, she was lead into the shroud of mist. When the ground slipped away, Hermione began to regain control. Panicking, she looked down. She was standing on thin air. Now for a witch to be worried by this might seem stupid, but Hermione knew that something else's powers were enabling her to levitate. Finding this disconcerting, she attempted to search for this source of power. "Hm…let's see if I can…." Attempting to take a step forward, Hermione was almost knocked off her feet by a rush of swirling lights.

"Hm….maybe not. So how the heck am I meant to get out of here?" It occurred to her that something wanted her to stay right were she was. Just then, her clouded surrounding began to fade away, revealing a lush rainforest. More than a little confused, she looked around for the woman who had lead her there.

Battling through foliage, Hermione started to wonder who wanted to talk to her so badly. Logically, it would be something with magic, and plenty of it. The magic of her transportation, the work of her illusive guide, no doubt, was an ancient magic. The feeling had made her blood run cold .When she arrived here, the spell must have left a mark, she reasoned, because the air was thick with the tingle of magic, and no normal forest would be this ingrained with power. Stumbling along, she heard something in the distance.

"Oh no, not again. This is getting ridiculous." The beautiful music she had heard earlier that night was filtering through the trees. Hang on…night? But it was afternoon here. Oh well. These things do happen. Grumbling and making her way towards the sound, she began to notice something. The trees in this part of the forest were old. No, not old...ancient. There roots ran deep and their trunks were wide. These trees had a feeling to them. They had seen things, they knew the secrets of time. When the breeze ran through them, it seemed almost as if they were whispering. A quiet chant of "She's come, she's come", and the uncanny way the branches seemed to move, to spread out above her, creating an archway, made Hermione feel disconcerted. As she quickened her pace, the music began to get louder. Finally breaking through the forest, she burst into a glade with a small waterfall.

Inside the stream of water cascading down the rocks was something Hermione could only call….unreal. The ethereal woman who had first guided her was hovering and singing. It was the most beautiful sound Hermione had ever heard. It was the same voice she had heard earlier, but now it was crisp and clear as a bell. The sound poured into her soul, and all of her woes and anxiety disappeared in a flash of revelation. This unearthly woman was a siren. A singer of the sea, myth told that they drew men to death by singing and luring them onto the rocks.

"I never would have guessed that it worked on girls as well," she said, thinking out loud.

Startled by Hermione's voice, the siren plunged into the shallow water. Frightened her guide had disappeared again, Hermione ran to the pool. Her siren had disappeared.

"Hey, come back here. You can't just leave me." She shouted at the pool.

Frustrated she sat down, and started to throw rocks into the pool.

"If only I hadn't said anything. Why can't she ever talk to me for once?"

Hermione didn't notice a pale face appear just under the surface of the water. She threw another rock.

"Ouch!" came a distant voice.

Hermione looked around, but there was no one there.

"Hermione…..why are you angry?" This time the voice echoed all around her. Confused, she began looking for anywhere a person could hide in the glade.

"You don't understand. I can not physically speak to you. Listen, do you not feel me inside your heart? I am speaking to your soul, cousin. Relax, and you shall see," thrummed the silvery voice.

Finally turning towards the water, Hermione saw the unbelievable. The water was churning, and was shining with a familiar golden glow .The water gathered into a spout, which rapidly transformed into the shape of a woman. Fluid became pale flesh, and droplets formed into hands and feet. Before Hermione stood a creature of the depths, far more beautiful than any mortal. Being careful not to look directly into her eyes, Hermione began to speak.

"Wha…" Before the first word was uttered, the siren placed a single finger on her soft lips and looked imploringly at Hermione.

"So, child of the blessed. What does thou want with me?" .The sirens didn't move her lips, and now Hermione understood why. The silvery voice she was hearing was inside her head; they were speaking mind-to-mind, thought-to-thought, soul-to-soul.

"What did you call me? I want you to explain what is going on here. Who are you? Why can't we speak normally? Why have you brought me here?" thought Hermione. Compared to the sirens silvery inner voice, hers was harsh and unpractised.

"My name is Leucosia. I am what you would call a Siren. However, we know ourselves as the Naiads. My power is in my voice, and by communicating this way, you are not affected by its compulsion. I have called you cousin, because that is what you are, a cousin to my kind and others. I am not sure if I am the correct person to explain this to you, but the task has been intrusted to me and I shall fulfil it. Through the ages the magic of my kindred was lost among the numerous human bloodlines. When a magical being conceived a child with a mortal, ancient powers were inherited, and in most cases would lay dormant until awakened. Through hatred and fear of these super humans, the mortals of my era attempted to destroy all those whose powers had not surfaced, and thus could be killed easily. When the last super humans died of old age, the mortals believed themselves free from there scourge. By then, any child a magical being had was either hidden from the cruelty of mortals or used to serve our gods. Unfortunately, humans weren't the only ones to feel hatred. Some waring tribes and species of the immortals founded a hatred for each other at the beginning of time. This lead to conflicts where the populations of a certain species were almost wiped out. Our numbers have never quite recovered. As time past, these super human bloodlines were all but forgotten, the powers lying dormant for so long that almost all traces disappeared. But also over time, natural magic in humans began to grow. This is what you would call wizardry. It is rare, but when a wizard bloodline is crossed with an ancient power bloodline, the dormant power comes close to the surface. Your blood holds a precious strain of immortal power. This opportunity cannot be ignored. Our numbers are too few."

Hermione stared blankly at the siren.

"Hey, but I can't have wizard blood! I'm a muggle born .You have mistaken me for someone else. I mean I don't even have fins…I can't be one of …you," Hermione stuttered.

"You may or may not be one of my kind. It matters not. You have the ancestral blood. I can not explain why you, such a talented witch, would ever believe that you didn't have wizard blood running through your veins. Perhaps your parents should be questioned?"

"No, mum and dad would never lie to me, I have to be a muggle born. I'm not this 'chosen one' that you're looking for. I can't be! It's impossible!"

With a glare, the siren began to increase the volume of her thought speech.

"You have been chosen. Unclear is your destiny, but the prophecy has foretold of your coming, and thus I believe that events will unfold before you. I have completed my task, the rest you will learn over time."

"Prophecy…? What prophecy?"

As Hermione stuttered out the words, a strange feeling made her look up. In the distance was a huge black storm cloud. It seemed to consume the whole sky. The peaceful glade began to darken, and a cold wind brushed against Hermione's face.

"There is no time. The race you belong to is coming. They will take you from here. Remember, if you ever need a friend or are in terrible danger, gather a small pool of water, the lifeblood of Gaia, and call me with your soul. I will heed your call," said Leucosia. With that she gently touched the surface of the rock pool. It began to glow the luminous gold, and she melted back into the water. When the siren had disappeared up to her hips, Hermione reached out to catch her arm, but her hand went right through.

"Wait!" she called. "Don't leave me! How am I supposed to get home? You can't leave me with a bunch of immortals who might just decide to have me for lunch! Couldn't you just stay, for the introduction at least?"

Now only a fading face on the water, Leucosia chuckled "Remember how I mentioned the species rivalry? I would prefer to leave before they skewer me. From the look of that storm cloud, you are an Erinye, and Erinyes can get a little aggressive towards Naiads. I think it's the fact we often accidentally or –" Leucosia grimaced guiltily, "occasionally purposely, cause the death of men. Farewell, my friend". In an instant she was gone, leaving only a fading glow to the water. Hermione looked into the threatening sky, and saw the whirling winds getting closer. In the pit of her stomach, she knew that what was concealed in the cloud wasn't going to be as friendly as the siren. What had Leucosia called them…Erinyes?. Anything that would harm a beautiful creature like the siren would have to be a nasty piece of work. As she was thinking this, a lightning bolt erupted from the black cloud .Normally she would love to see a ground strike, but there was a difference between the safety of a house and being outside. Just when Hermione was glad that she wasn't the highest object, something stopped her heart. Her breath caught in her throat. The bolt had diverted its course and was coming straight towards her.

Dada a derrrrr! Getting excited? It was really going too long, so I had to cut it short. Please review this! Thanks for the people who reviewed! It means a lot to know someone actually likes this stuff!