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Hermione was incredibly hot. She felt as though her skin was about to melt off her body. Her insides were in flames and the Gryffindor was sure she was red and splotchy. Sitting up in bed, looking around as if crazed, Hermione spotted Blaise on the other side of the bed.

Shaking him awake, she began to shiver. The heat was affecting her nerves. Hermione wanted to die.

Blaise sat up. "What's wrong, Hermione?"

"Hot." Hermione couldn't even speak properly. "Very hot. Oh my..."

Blaise jumped back as Hermione savagely ripped off her cami and shorts, leaving her in only a bra and undies. "Hermione!"

The girl paid him no heed. Hermione jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. Turning the bath tub onto cold, she began splashing her face. If anything, it made matters worse. Hoisting her now weakened body up, she submerged herself under water. Her insides were still incredibly hot.

In her state of panic, Hermione did the only thing she felt would help. Submerging herself again, Hermione opened her mouth and inhaled.

She vaguely felt Blaise grab her out of the tub as the familiar darkness settled in again.

"What the hell was that?"

Hermione looked up, startled. Where was she? "Am I…?"

"No, you stupid girl." The cold feminine voice said again. "You aren't dead. But you will be if you pull that shit again."

Hermione looked around. She saw no one. Instead, she took in the harsh landscape around her. The ground was soft with what Hermione realized was snow. There was a slight wind blowing through the few scattered trees around her. Small flakes floated down from a dark gray sky. Hermione stared.

She was on a mountain.

Panic rushed into her mind. "Why am I here? Oh my god, what happened? Blaise and Draco! Oh my god. Oh my GOD, they must be worried. What am I going to…"

"Shut up!" The voice cut her off. "Even I wasn't this bad for my mentor. Good gracious. Pull yourself together. Your body is back at that school you go to, being tended to by some odd doctor."



Sighing in relief, Hermione looked around again; still no one there. "Who are you?"

"I am Liana. I am the woman who gave you your Angelus powers. How else did you think you got them?"

"Do I know you?"

A sigh pulsed across the landscape. "Teenagers. I'm a younger version of the woman you helped at the nursing home this summer. There was something peculiar about you and I knew what was going on the moment I saw you pull that stick out of your purse. Conjuring up water for flowers at a damn old folks' home, you should have been ashamed or at least sneaky."

"So you're…"

"Dead? Yes. I heard you were leaving and I knew you were the one so I passed my power onto you and died. An Angelus can't survive without their power once they pass it on. The same applies to if it's taken."

"Taken? How can it be taken?"

"Angelus are powerful but unlike magic, our power is in our soul. If you remove your soul, or even part of it as that horrible man Voldemort did. A young man told me all about him when I asked. He had a stick too."

"So you're my mentor? What exactly do you do?"

Liana made an audible noise of disgust. "Not very patient, are you?"

"Well, it's just…"

"Yes, yes, I know. You want to make sure your friends are fine. Time is practically frozen there or I guess sped up here, in this state at least. What I do is I tell you your mission and other things half-Angelus and wizards don't tell you. None of this is in books and you can only share it with a select few people."

"Oh."

"You can tell who they are because after this, for the next 24 hours, everyone will have an aura around them. Blue means safe. Red means dangerous. Purple means both. White means guardian. Gold means mate."

"So I will know who is my mate and guardian by the time the day is up?"

"Yes. Now, from what I hear, there is a new Dark Lord trying to come into power. Voldemort was destroyed last summer but it appears one Lucas Timbre is trying to start up again. He's weak minded but a decent threat. He has potential to be worse than Voldemort."

"And I'm supposed to stop him?"



"With the help of you mate and your guardian. From what I hear, you know both of them already. With their help, you must infiltrate the lair of Lucas Timbre and defeat him within the year. If not, all hope may be lost."

"So no pressure."

"Snarky little bitch, aren't you?"

"Like you're one to talk."

"Shut up. Look next to you, Hermione. Tell me what those are."

Hermione turned to her left and saw a group of items not previously there. "It looks like a sword, three necklaces and some sort of crown."

"Exactly." The harsh voice said again, this time slightly warmer. "The sword will help you defeat most anyone who you come across. Its designed for destruction. It never gets dull and helps you predict your opponents move. The necklaces are for you and your guardian and mate. They will help protect you while your guardian is absent and will also warn the guardian and mate if you are in danger."

"And the crown?"

"Wear that tiara and your senses will be increases tenfold. You will be able to see better, hear better, everything better. It's also very dangerous. It increases your touch senses so pain will be incredibly worse. Now, I believe that's it."

"But what about this guy?"

Blaise looked at Hermione. "What guy?"

Hermione's eyes darted around. She was in the hospital wing, just as Liana said. She must have only just gotten there, as she was still half naked, soaking in Blaise's arms. She shivered. Blaise was in a white glow. "Gimme a blanket."

Blaise laid her down on a cot and handed her a blanket, staring at her silently for a few moments. "I just got you here. Doctor Tyler will be here any moment."

"Did someone say my name?" The cheerful man walked into the room, a steady purple color surrounding his bouncing form. "My, Hermione, you go through the stages fast! Transformation, wings and then your Talk already? No worries, I'm sure it will be some time before the next one."

"Next one?"

"There will be a series of at least three. This was the first one. No one speaks of what it is, just that there is a talk."



Hermione gave him a slight once over. He was helping her so he was blue. He could definitely kill her if he wanted and he had a motive, to steal her power. Hermione sincerely hoped they wouldn't have to fight.

"Granger!" Hermione's eyes flicked over to the door. Draco walked in, looking pissed off. "What the fuck. You decide we can't have one normal night?"

"Draco. Lay off." Blaise's eyes glittered angrily. "It's not her fault."

A slightly sigh came from Draco's lips as his shoulders sagged slightly. "I know. But I was worried." He sat down next to her, placing his hand on hers. "Stop scaring me. If you die, I'm stuck with all the Head's work."

Hermione noticed Blaise send a smug look at Draco, who blushed slightly. "What?"

"Nothing!" Draco answered quickly, before Blaise's mouth could even open. "I'll go grab us some breakfast. We need to discuss the Valentine's Ball." He bolted from the room.

It was only as his form paused outside the tinted glass of the hospital wing that Hermione's saw a faint golden glow. It hit her at once.

Draco Malfoy was her mate.

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