A/N: updated June 25, 2019


Daughter of the dark and moon

hidden in mud

Will meet her match with a bird of prey

Their union will be realized in a fury of

Fur joining feathers.

Destined to turn the tide

of the greatest war

Their love will save us all


'HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER!'

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It was the last day of summer before the start of her 4th year at Hogwarts. The brunette witch flexed her shoulders apart, hollowing her chest. An audible series of cracks dispelled whatever tension she could with the movement.

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'Don't you walk away young lady! We're not done talking to you!'

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To say Hermione Granger was frustrated with her parents was an understatement of epic proportions. Nothing she ever did was good enough for her muggle parents since… since…well, since she could remember. The brightest witch of her age couldn't measure up to her muggle parents…if those at school only knew…

Most of the time she had learned to deal with the pain of never being enough. Sure it hurt, but they were never physically violent, others had it much worse, so what room did she have to complain…

However, it seemed like lately she had let her emotions get the best of her. Every small annoyance that used to roll off of her shoulders began to turn into a rage so fierce that she could hardly control. Her entire body would feel as if it was vibrating, almost…changing? Internally she also felt as if she was on fire, ready to melt at the heat. Her magic at times sparking out the end of her brunette locks.

Hermione's bodily reactions were troubling to the bright witch, as it seemed any research she could do on the subject would end up being just another dead end.

Cooling charms could only go so far…oh the trace you say? It turned out that the trace was just a thing of myth…One sleepily muttered nox while on Easter break…well let's just say the next morning was a revelation for the first year student.

Since that discovery, she had discreetly been using said knowledge to her full advantage. She even taught, much to Professor McGonagall's delight, her familiar Crookshanks how to travel via floo. Crooks loved it and the Professor even set up a tiny floo in Hermione's bedroom for the lazy cat.

' Tell that professor of yours to stop sending you letters by flying bird, it keeps crapping on our car!"

Maybe if you didn't try to shoot it with a BB gun, or shoo it away with a broom it wouldn't do that.. Hermione mused to herself

These have to be the dumbest muggles…Why don't they just get me?... Why don't I feel like I fit in? Hermione thought to herself.

They had been fighting again, she wished that she had those loving parents that all the other kids had. The Grangers didn't approve of their daughter's 'defective' ways…meaning magic.

How can I be so powerful… am I truly their kid? Hermione often mused to herself.

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To top it off they were often gone during most of what little time she was home. The few times they did take family trips, she had been forgotten at several petrol stations along the way.

Seriously how hard is it to count to 1, you have 1 kid…

Hermione had helped the others in the so coined 'golden trio' on more than one occasion, she loved her brothers in all but blood, but honestly they were just clueless. Harry and Ron had been the friends turned brothers from another mother (a loving euphemism Harry used from some atrocious American muggle movie he had viewed).

Their friendship started out shaky on that first train ride, but finally turned into a real friendship when they saved her from that troll in the bathroom. She desperately missed friendly faces, but knew tomorrow she would see them again.

Just one calm year, that's all I want.

Hermione had luckily invested enough money in the wizarding stocks her first year. She used her meager allowance she had been sent with her first year, and had made good on the investments. With her research and a bit of luck she now had enough to live off for about 10 years if need be, not that she told her parents about it.

She knew at some point they would grow tired of her deviant magical lifestyle, not to mention if they ever found out she was gay…Merlin she would never hear the end of that lecture, and probably would find herself homeless, …better safe than sorry, so she invested and saved to secure her future, not to mention to add to feed her voracious appetite for books and learning.

Professor Mcgonagall, ever the bookworm herself, had owled her over the summer often to recommend books and guest lectures close to her parents' flat to challenge the young Gryffindor. This and Hermione's nightly climb to her roof to gaze at the moon, while absentmindedly munching on a French baguette was the only respite she would receive in the warm months away from Hogwarts.

The building inferno was oddly enough calmed by her looking upon the moon and hearing 'La Javanaise' by Madeleine Peyroux…a happy discovery made at a café she visited while sneaking away to Paris the prior month. The Arithmancy lecture series was truly fascinating to the bookworm.

Unlike Harry's relatives, in the rare occasion that her parents found out she had left their home or had asked to stay with the Weasley's they didn't put up any fight on stopping her from going, quite the contrary. For as much as they disapprove of magic, they loved the freedom of not having to raise their weirdo daughter most of the year.

"HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! YOUR STUPID CAT JUST"….at this point she just chuckled to herself, tuned them out, and started heading downstairs, her parents hated magic, but they really hated her cat…much to Hermione's delight Crookshanks I really love you

Just one more day…