Minerva clears her throat, "Do you remember what happened two nights ago?" Destiny is still staring at Minerva, "I remember two men in robes saying they would take Hermione. I killed one and the other I was going to...but he transformed his hands into claws and had incredible strength. After I stood in front of Hermione, he slammed me on the floor and tore off my clothes using his claws, I thought...no, I knew he was going to rape me in front of my child. I just stared at him, loathing what he was about to do when he bit me on my left collarbone. It burned and felt like liquid fire. Then, before I passed out, I saw him hit Hermione again; the last thing I remember is a giant blue dragon and some other mythical creature with wings and platinum hair racing towards... Fenrir was his name, I believe." Minerva clenches her jaw, grinding her teeth and responds, "It appears your memory is intact at least; oh forgive me, my name is Minerva McGonagall."

Hermione decided that she was tired of being ignored and gently patted her mother's face, "Mama, I am so glad you woke up. See, I've got three scars on my face, but Cissy says she can put some...d-dit-ditty on them, and two of them will go away."

Minerva smiles at Hermione's mispronunciation, "Gaol beag, you mean Essence of Dittany. It can completely heal swallow wounds, but deeper wounds will leave a scar. Speaking of scars, Destiny I regret to inform you, but nothing can heal a werewolf or lycan bite; the venom infects the host and starts taking over the body, making it almost impervious to spells and other substances almost like daemons and dragons." Destiny pulls Hermione against her and starts showering her with kisses; "I don't care about scars as long as my lovebug is healthy. I thought they were going to kill her or sell her into sex-trafficking….wait, did you say werewolf?! And what is a daemon? Are dragons real as well? So mutants and the multiverse must be legitimate then?!"

Minerva creases her eyebrows, "I don't know what a mutant is, but magic and the multiverse theory are legitimate. We should talk about how you will likely turn into a werewolf, especially with you being a squib." Hermione interjects, "Squid I know what a squid is; it's a cephalopod. It has eight arms and two tentacles! And some people even eat them, but I think it would taste like shite."

"Hermione Jean Granger! You know better than to swear! Don't make me take your books away for a week," Destiny hisses at Hermione. "But Mama, you said shite when you stepped in Luci's stool that one time; plus, you told me to stop saying stool like I was a doctor. I figured since you said it I could too," Hermione giggles evilly. Destiny rolls her eyes and looks at Minerva, "I swear children remember everything you say or do so that they can use it against you."

Minerva smiles at both her girls, perfectly happy to have finally found her family. She shakes her head, telling herself not to get too far ahead of herself. "Gaol beag, it's spelled s-q-u-i-b, squib in the magical community is a person who has no magic and has at least one magical parent. Something else you should know about squibs is they can have a soulmate(s). Even though squibs can't practice magic, it doesn't mean they can't find their mates. It is rare they do because most of them live in the muggle world, and most of the magical community stays away from muggles. When a squib meets their mate, they get a tattoo representing their mate, and they can sense their emotions. They cannot release pheromones, but they can share memories and emotions with their mate and children. If a squib doesn't meet their mate, they never gain this ability. They need a mating bond for it to work."

Destiny stares at Minerva, biting her lip, "I have so many questions. I just realized you're brilliant and that's sexy. Anyways, Min, do you have a soulmate?" Minerva's daemon urges her to kiss their mate. "Well, I did happen to stumble upon her two days ago. She has silver eyes, black curly hair, and skin that reminds me of dark chocolate. Plus, she has an adorable toddler that has my heart like her mother." Destiny's eyes widen, "you don't mean?" Minerva leans down and kisses Destiny when their lips touch; she finally feels whole. Their kiss was slow then built in intensity, just as Minerva was about to slip her tongue in Destiny's mouth. She remembered Hermione was there and slowly pulled away, but not before biting Destiny's bottom lip caused her to release a moan. Minerva's nostrils flared; she could smell how excited Destiny was becoming, so she picked up Hermione to distract herself.

Once Minerva calmed down, she addressed Destiny while rubbing the sleeping toddlers back gently, "I just want you to know that I'm not expecting anything from you. I know this world is new for both of you. I hope you will allow me to be a part of your lives in any manner you see fit. There's quite a bit I have to explain to you and Hermione, let me go lay Hermione down in the guest room beside this one, and then we can talk. Destiny nodded and watched Minerva leave while softly humming to Hermione as she slept.

Now that Destiny has a moment to herself; she realizes that her and Hermione's life will change dramatically. She smiles though for whatever reason she knows it will be worth it if Minerva is there for both of them. Minerva told her that she might become a werewolf, but she knows she will she can already feel the pull the moon has on her. She has so many questions about werewolves and magic. Just as Destiny was getting lost in thought, Minerva knocks gently on the door frame, grabbing her attention.

"I'm surprised you haven't run away screaming yet," she says while leaning against the door frame.

"Honestly, I feel like I've finally found a place to belong. My mother always had this magical aura about her, and now I know it was because she was a witch. She used to tell me that my grandmother hated anything that dealt with magic. She refused to believe it was tangible."

"Yes, Narcissa Malfoy did some research into both you and your husband's ancestry and found you both to be from magical families. She has the information I'm sure she would be more than willing to share with you what she found." Minerva slips her shoes off and crawls onto the bed to sit beside Destiny. "Now, let's go over the changes you will experience if you become a Werewolf or Lycan, and I need to tell you a few things about myself that might shock you."

Destiny gazes at Minerva questioningly. Minerva starts off telling Destiny the story of Werewolves and Lycans.

"Now there is a difference between Werewolves and Lycans; Lycans are humans magical or not that are infected with venom and have become one with their inner wolf. They are in sync with their animal side and can change into their lycan form at will without the full moon. They also can partially shift parts of their body to enhance their human form. Oh, I almost forgot they have a bi-pedal form they can take as well, but they move faster in their full lycan form. Werewolves are like Lycans, but they do not have control over their wolf-side. They constantly fight their animal side, never accepting it. They cannot change at will and are forced to change during the full moon once a month, due to them fighting their inner wolf. They are cursed to experience every bone in their body breaking, reforming, then healing until they become a werewolf. Werewolves are stuck in their bi-pedal form and are cursed to remain in that form until the sun rises. The worst part is nightly they change and experience the pain of shifting in that form until the next moon cycle. Werewolves can become Lycans, but it is difficult; sometimes they are unstable following the constant war inside themselves coupled with the pain of shifting violently each month nightly for about a week. Please, Destiny, find harmony with your inner wolf. Do not fight her, she is a part of you, and she will not hurt you because she would hurt herself... I can't lose you to like I did, Malcolm."

Minerva stares off, remembering what happened to Malcolm, "He was my half brother, he was human, he wasn't magical or a daemon like me. We have the same mother, but different fathers. My father Gregor McGonagall died in Grindelwald's war which happened around the same time World War II occurred, he died several months after my birth and left his manor and fortune to me as his only heir. My mother remarried a human minister named Fredrick Davies shortly after and had to hide that she was a beta witch. One night Malcolm's father tried to kill me and my mother, Evelyn when he found out we both were magical beings. I had a bout of accidental magic and turned my hair green; my mother finally told Fredrick what she and I were later that night, and he tried setting us both on fire while we were asleep inside of our humble farmhouse. My mother saved us... I still can't believe he tried to burn us alive. My mother held me in her arms and found Fredrick outside the front of the house, holding Malcolm, who was an infant at the time. He was screaming about how God would cleanse our souls if he baptized us in a fire. Good thing he never found out I was a daemon. My mother obliviated Fredrick and took us away and raised us in a quiet muggle community in Scotland. After Fredrick tried to murder us, she was never the same and started to abuse alcohol and hit me until I got my magical guardian at eleven. She wasn't a mother after that; she was a stranger with a broken heart who had given up on life. I had to raise both myself and Malcolm; by the time I went to Hogwarts I had enrolled Malcolm into a muggle boarding school while I was training with my guardian Albus Dumbledore."

Destiny observed Minerva's hands shaking, so she grabbed one and pulled her, so her head was resting against her chest. Minerva lets out a content sigh and listens to Destiny's heartbeat for several moments before continuing her story. "We were fine for several years, I had just graduated from Hogwarts, and I decided I would share my world with my little brother. He just turned eighteen and was going to graduate soon, so after getting him sloshed in muggle London, I took him to Diagon Alley to show him a little of my world. We were walking along and I decided to take him to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Malcolm had a sweet tooth and would love the ice cream there, it was late and the moon was out. An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach, and my daemon wanted to come out, but I pushed past the feeling and kept walking towards the shop. I should've realized there were no people around us and that they were running the other way, but I didn't. I was just as sloshed as Malcolm before you know it we walked directly into a fucking werewolf. A werewolf was recently sighted, and the ministry was out looking for the beast due to it killing several Aurors and beta wizards and witches. When I saw the beast standing almost nine feet tall with its jaws open and charging at Malcolm, instinct took over. I transformed into my magical creature form, a red and gold horned nemean lion, but before I could complete my transformation, the werewolf bit Malcolm's calf as he turned to run away. I was so angry and charged at the werewolf spearing it in the abdomen and into the side of a building. I ripped my horns out of the beast, leaving a gaping wound behind. I then sunk my fangs into its neck and ripped out its throat. Blood sprayed all over me and bloodlust set in; I shredded open the werewolf's chest spreading apart its ribs until I could rip its heart out. I didn't want to stop biting and ripping into the beast until I heard my baby brother screaming in pain. By then, Aurors showed up and I went back over to Malcolm, but he was staring at me with pure terror in his eyes. That's when I realized I didn't change back into my human form yet. After I did, he calmed down some and passed out. Malcolm struggled for years after that he rejected his wolf and refused to become one with him until it drove him to the brink of insanity, and I had to put my brother down to save him from killing or changing a child named Remus Lupin. The disgusting part is I wish I hadn't saved him because a few years later, he was turned by Fenrir Greyback. I could still have my baby brother Destiny. I had to kill the little boy I loved and raised like my own son."

Tears pour down her cheeks, and she buries her face in Destiny's neck, inhaling her rich chocolate lavender scent. Destiny rubs her back and starts humming a song, "Min, I don't think you're disgusting for thinking like that. You were hurting and still are which is normal. What matters is at the moment you saved both little boys. You saved your brother from becoming the monster he always thought he was, and you saved Remus and gave him some time to grow up even if it was only a couple of years. In the end, I know your brother would be grateful, and I am sure Lupin deems he is indebted to you." Minerva pushes herself off of Destiny and kisses her on the lips lightly, "Thank you, mo madadh-allaidh; I hope Lupin isn't I would do what I did over again to save him."

Minerva then starts telling Destiny about Daemons and the four transformations they could go through. After that, she starts talking about the five classifications and how female alpha primes' and female alphas' anatomy is different from normal females. "So wait, you're telling me alpha females at twenty-one have a second puberty and sprout a cock and balls overnight? Which classification are you?"

Minerva clears her throat, "well, I am an alpha prime, and not all alpha females sprout testicles. Some of them keep both reproductive organs, the testicles are internal, and instead of having a clitoris, they have a penis." Destiny stares a Minerva for a second and looks down at her crotch and smirks, "hmm, seeing as I'm your soulmate, I'm sure you won't mind showing me yours for educational purposes. I'm a hands-on learner, plus I'm curious to discover what you're packing." Minerva starts blushing and covers her crotch with her hands. "I would love to show you some other time, but it's getting late and...and it's not fair you can fluster me this much. I'm fifty-two!" Destiny crawls over towards Minerva and sits in her lap. She then kisses both of her cheeks, "I'm attracted to older women." Destiny kisses the shell of Minerva's left ear, whispering, "I can't wait to ride you...alpha." Minerva's teeth sharpen, her eyes brighten, and she starts growling, "Desi, if you don't stop, I will fuck you until I split you open. Now stop teasing me and get some rest. We all have a big day tomorrow. We have to decide where you and Hermione are going to live and I have to start training her soon. Plus, we've got to tell you about the plan with the Potter's." Destiny shoots a heated look at Minerva, contemplating whether she should be a brat and see how far she can push Minerva until she snaps and keeps her promise. She decides simply to wait until they are all settled in until she pounces on Minerva.

Next day Minerva's Manor

Hermione got up early and went to wake up her mama but decided to go wake up her màthair instead because she was hungry. She opened the door to Minerva's room and observed the room had forest green and gold colors. A massive Alaskan king-size bed dominated the middle of the room. In the middle of the bed, Hermione saw a fluffy horned lion. She decides to crawl onto the bed and cuddle with the lion to see if he's nice like Mufasa in Lion King or if he will be mean like Scar. After several attempts, Hermione is finally able to pull herself on top of the bed. She then slowly starts to crawl over to the massive male horned lion lying in the middle of the bed. Once she's close enough, she gently starts stroking the lion's fur and mane. Hermione then starts lightly singing, "Lala kahle, In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight, in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight…" Hermione starts to get into the song and eventually starts belting it out loudly which wakes up the horned lion and catches her mother's attention.

Minerva wakes up to someone petting her fur and mane, which she thinks is delightful. She breathes in and smells chocolate, cinnamon, blueberries, and parchment. She knows it is Hermione petting her. She starts to purr a little bit until she hears Hermione belting out a song about a lion sleeping in the jungle. Minerva peels an eye open and realizes Destiny is leaning against her dresser, laughing at her. Minerva huffs and rolls over slightly, gently knocking Hermione over on her back; she then proceeds to attack Hermione's face with lion kisses. Hermione starts giggling, "Mufasa, stop it! I'm hungry and need to urinate." Destiny interjects, "Hermione, please say pee. I love you lovebug. It sounds strange to hear a three-year-old say urinate. Honestly, it would be weird if anyone, but a doctor said it. Lovebug just say you have to use the restroom or bathroom next time."

Minerva lets out a growling chuckle and gets off of the bed, changing back into her human form. Hermione studies her wide-eyed, "màthair, why were you a male lion before you had a penis and…"

"Hermione lovebug, we will explain why later now is the time for us all to get ready so Narcissa can do both of our check-ups." Hermione looks at her mother, "mama, did you know that Cissy is a healer that's a doctor in the magical world. She also said she has a son named Draco, maybe he and I can become friends. I've always wanted to have a friend my age." Destiny goes over and picks Hermione giving her an Eskimo kiss, "I know lovebug one day you'll find your best friend, but until then, maybe we can find you an animal companion."

"I have some ideas. We could go to Magical Menagerie and find her a familiar that will bond to her and her magic. It sounds scary, but all it means is they will have an unbreakable bond that can only be removed by death. The crucial thing is the bond will help with her honing her magic and later her daemon," Minerva says excitedly.

Destiny responds, "that sounds intriguing love, but first, let's get you both fed and dressed, then we can talk about familiars and moving in together and whatever else we need to talk about."

A few hours passed by, and everyone was fed and dressed and sitting downstairs in the main living room waiting for Narcissa. Minerva and Destiny have just decided to live at Destiny and Hermione's townhouse full time during the year, and in the summer and on the holidays, they will live at the manor. "Destiny, I will need to put wards and enchantments up at the townhouse and get the floo connected. Good thing you're my mate; it makes this process easier even with me being Hermione's magical guardian."

"What is a magical guardian exactly? And what does being you mate entail in the magical world?"

Minerva holds her hand and replies, "a magical guardian is someone every muggle-born witch and wizard gets when they are eleven. The guardian is supposed to help them thrive in the magical world. They are the child's mentor and, in most cases, confidant. They teach them about magic and prepare them for their coming of age, which will decide what classification they are after that they then go to Hogwarts, a university specializing in teaching young wizards and daemons. You being my soulmate is equivalent to us getting married, but it's much deeper than that as well. Our souls are tied together along with my magic, did you see your soulmate tattoo yet?"

Destiny smiles at Minerva, "Yes, it is a replica of your magical creature, a horned nemean lion." Minerva sits up straight, puffing out her chest a little and purring loudly. "Sorry, my daemon is satisfied knowing that our form is marking your body in some way. Daemons and most creatures are territorial in some way, it will get better after we mark each other eventually, but let's talk about that later when Hermione isn't listening to us."

Hermione crawls onto Minerva's lap, "Màthair, when can you start teaching me magic? Mama has already started teaching me self-defense. I want to protect my future mates as you and mama protect me."

"Gaol beag, how do you know that you'll have two mates? That is rare, and normally only alpha primes or omega primes have more than two."

"I don't know how màthair, but I just know that I'll have two gorgeous mates, and I want to protect them."

After Hermione finishes speaking, the flames in the fireplace turn green and Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Apolline step out.

Bellatrix notices Minerva is holding hands with Destiny and smirks. "Well, well, well, it looks like you took my advice and finally got laid Min! This is a cause for a celebration. Did you finally lose your virginity? Can you believe a fifty-two-year-old virgin! I cannot make this stuff up!"

Minerva turns bright red and stands up quickly with Hermione against her hip. "Now listen here Black I am not virgin, I have significant experience thank you much, and I should probably shut up before I put my foot in my mouth."

Bellatrix appears proud of herself, "you don't seem every menacing with an adorable toddler hanging off of your hip. Why I'd say, you look like a seasoned mum there, Min." Hermione interjects, looking at Bellatrix, "Bella, what's virginity mean?" Bellatrix nearly chokes on her spit, "little one ask me that when you're eighteen, right now you're too young to know what that means, and don't go look it up in a dictionary I forbid it." Hermione pouts and looks at Minerva with puppy eyes. "Gaol beag, Bella is correct; you are too young right now, your mother and I will explain it to you later on in the future, not right now."

Narcissa strolls towards Hermione, "little one, how are you feeling? I brought some dittany mixed with some other ingredients to help heal your scars faster." Hermione stretches her arms out towards Narcissa, wanting her to hold her. Narcissa takes Hermione and sits down on the couch with her. "Cissy, my face feels fine, and my scars are healing; do you think I will seem dangerous with one scar across my face? Maybe the kids at school will stop trying to bully me if they think I'm dangerous." Narcissa kisses Hermione's forehead and starts releasing calming pheromones. She then cuddles with her for a couple of minutes, thinking of how to get away with hurting muggle school children. Her omega is livid that someone would hurt such a sweet child. She looks at Destiny and asks, "what about you, are you feeling better? There's not much I can do for a werewolf or lycan bite. The damage will heal on its own, but I healed the scratches and bruises he left behind."

"I appreciate that you healed us both, and I would love to talk to you about the differences between magical and muggle practices. In the muggle world, I work as a trauma surgeon, and I dabble in herbalism." Narcissa glances at Destiny, surprised, "you're a doctor as well? I would love to run some observations by you and get your thoughts on whether it would be effective taking certain potions intravenously." Before they both get too caught into their conversation, Apolline introduces herself. "Bonjour, I am Apolline Delacour; the Blacks, Delacours, and the Ravenclaws have been allies since Daemons were created. Both the Blacks and the Delacours are bound to the Ravenclaw line. Normally I don't volunteer information about myself, but I am a Daemon and what is called a Veela. Has your mate told you about other magical creatures yet?"

"Min has told me about Werewolves, Lycans, and Daemons, but we have not talked about other magical creatures yet. How many more are there?" Destiny looks at Apolline curiously.

"There are hundreds if not thousands of different creatures out there, some intelligent and others not so much. We are constantly learning about new species; a witch or wizard specializing in this field is called a Magizoologist. But back to the topic at hand as Veela, we are magical beings. Those without a strong will see only our beauty and fall for our thrall. Our thrall is how we draw potential mates or even enemies to us. It can work on males or females that are sexually attracted to women. Due to the founders creating Daemons, we no longer need to use our thrall to find a suitable mate; we have two different creatures living within. Our daemon knows when it meets its mate when they reach the age of maturity. Since our inner beasts are in harmony, our Veela knows as well. We can channel our magic differently as well, but that is all I will share for now. You know you've encountered a Veela by watching those around us and how they act. Another sign is our unearthly beauty. Also, do not believe this nonsense about half Veela. Either you are Veela, or you are not, we would be extinct if our blood could not adapt."

Destiny watches Apolline in fascination, "So that's why I felt a strong attraction to you at first. One quick question, Veela are magical creatures, does that mean you automatically are either an Alpha or Omega?"

Apolline appears amused, "I am not surprised you could not fully resist my charms! Oui, you are correct; we will become either Alphas, Omegas, or a Prime of either classification. But as I'm sure Minerva told you, Primes are rare."

Apolline then sits next to Hermione, who crawled off Narcissa's lap and stared up at Apolline. "...pretty, can I touch your hair? It looks soft." Apolline smiles fondly at Hermione, "petit corbeau, tu es adorable. Oui, you may touch my hair. I cannot wait till you meet my daughter Fleur." Hermione scrunches her face up and gently runs her fingers through Apolline's hair, making sure to be as gentle as possible. "Why did you name her flower? How old is she? What if she doesn't like me?"

Apolline covers Hermione's mouth, "chère, take a deep breath. I named her Fleur because while they are beautiful, some can be deadly. There is more to her than meets the eye. She is two years your senior, and if she cannot see your beautiful heart and soul, then that will be her loss, but I will not let that happen. I raised her better than that; she should not judge people by outer appearance alone. Now, are you learning French?"

Minerva interrupts, "Hermione is omnilingual; she can speak any spoken language like Rowena could. It's truly remarkable."

They all talk for several hours, making plans to train Hermione and Fleur in the future. Eventually, Bellatrix looks down at Hermione, who is curled up on her lap like a cat sleeping. "It's a little unsettling how attached my daemon has become to your daughter. I wonder if I have a sister or friendship bound with her? No, it doesn't feel like that...strange we'll just have to wait and see how it progresses. Now, here's the plan on keeping Sirius occupied, so he doesn't fall for the scheme Tom has put together. Lilly will most be giving birth to her child on July 31st, according to the prophecy we have a week. I've asked James to send Sirius on an errand the day before. As Lord Black, I'll send him to Ireland to check on the Slieveanorra Forest and the mountain. I'll have him check the Ley lines and make sure the runes that keep the muggles away are still working. Good thing Sirius wasn't diligent in school. He won't know that the Ley lines fuel the runes. There is a new magical creature that has decided to establish the forest and mountain as its new territory. I'll have to go out there myself soon. We all should keep in close contact ."

Bellatrix hands each person a compact makeup mirror; the shell of the mirror is fashioned out of a black stone warm to the touch. There is an outline of a raven constructed with blue diamonds on each mirror inlaid in the black stone known as daemon quartz. The sharp beak of the raven slightly protruded from the mirror. She makes sure to give Destiny and Apolline two, one for themselves and the other for their children.

"I surmise I need magic to make an enchanted object work?" Destiny inquires.

"Yes, normally, but these mirrors are not normal. You can either channel your magic into them or offer blood. Muggles can do low-level blood magic because all blood is magically in nature. Wizards and witches blood is more potent. Each mirror is tied to the owner, but if you are fully bonded with your mate then they can use it as well. It just requires more concentration and effort." Bellatrix shows Destiny the raven's beak, "see it's sharp enough to cut through the skin."

Destiny smiles at Bellatrix and thanks her. She then goes to pick up Hermione who Bellatrix placed on the couch while she was demonstrating how to use the mirrors. Bellatrix clears her throat and blushes slightly. "May I tuck her in before I leave? I am already attached to her. I cannot explain it now, but she is precious to me." Destiny gives Bellatrix a knowing look, "promise me you will take care of her to the best of your ability and that you will treat her as an equal?" Bellatrix looks curiously at Destiny, "you have my oath, she will be treated like a queen."

Chapter 4

Muggle house in South Yorkshire

"Tom, I love you, but this is madness! You are traveling down a dark path. You will ruin us, why are you obsessed with kidnapping mudblood children and experimenting on them." The tall, willowy alpha strolls towards Tom and embraces him. "You need to let this go Tom. I know they mistreated you as a child, but you cannot punish the entire world." Tom shifts in his mate's embrace and looks up at him coldly.

To be continued….

Chapter 3 translations:

Mo madadh-allaidh = my wolf

Gaol beag = little love

Màthair = mother

Lala kahle = Sleep well

Oui= Yes

Petit corbeau, tu es adorable = little raven, you are adorable.

Chère = dear