So some of you are confused on the siren Hermione, but its gonna be explained in the future. I planned it out like this to be honest. In the first chapter you can somewhat tell when they see each other but its gonna get deep now.

Rating: MA

Pairing: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger

Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

"He vas meant to be a champion! Not be with a mudblooded vhore!", Karkaroff yelled as the matriarch sat poised as he raved and ranted. She only listened to him and when he finished her soft voice rang throughout the room making him freeze.

"She is not as she seems, but she does not know what she is," Mrs. Krum said as she folded her hands into her lap, looking ever bit the princess she was raised to act as.

" Vhat do you mean by that?"

Her eyes glazed over in white as she mumbled," A man with a pure heart of gold is influenced by the corrupted.

An adopted pureblooded woman fights a war for others around.

They meet by chance as the darkness looms overhead and a traitor brings corruptness into the world that forsake him.

Together the two shall bring an era of peace and ingenuity to the wizarding world.

But the selfish acts of one can bring them down and destroy all that we know forever."

When she finished Mrs. Krum apologized profusely for her little prophecy. "I am sorry Igor, these have been occurring frequently."

He only sneered at her before walking back to the floo, but stopped short with a handful of floo powder in hand.

"I vill not let her taint the plans that haff been made," he said before disappearing into the flames. As the last of green disappeared she gasped as a white orb of magic formed in the floor in front of her.

"Oh dear."

~.~.~.

Hermione woke in the early morning with Crookshanks up against her side and the head of one Bulgarian Bon-Bon in her lap. Her wings lay at her sides, both asleep from not moving her position in what felt like hours. Last nights incident hit her full force as she looked to Viktor, his own wings had begun to fold away.

But hers had stayed over night, whereas his was nearly gone.

"Oh no. No, no, no," she chanted over and over again. Hermione wracked her brain for a solution that could solve her problem, she could not let Viktor know what she was. If he knew that is.

Then it hit her, a near perfect solution to her problem.

Grabbing her wand she pointed it a Viktor's temple as she reached in her pocket for an empty crystal vial. And with tears running down her face she said," I'm sorry Viktor, I really am. Obliviate." It nearly destroyed her to say that one spell as her heart clenched in pain.

The memory was struggling to leave his sub conscience, it was like something was trying to hold onto the memory tightly. And with a sharp pull she deposited the white liquid like strand into the vial. She cried quietly as she held onto Viktor, apart of her was clawing at her insides violently.

She gasped in agony before getting up, hearing a groan from Crookshanks as he was woken violently.

"Come on Crookshanks," she ordered as she got up. Her white wings shook awake but she had no idea how to get rid of them. Hermione conjured a mirror then began to use different glamour charms on her appearance, but there was not one spell to hide the halo.

Before she could do any more she heard Viktor toss and turn, indicating that he was to wake soon. In a panic Hermione gathered all her items, but leaving one crucial thing behind.

The crystal vial.

And through the halls of Hogwarts she ran, not noticing the looks she received but she had to tell Harry. Yelling 'fairy lights' to the Fat Lady Hermione went into the common room and blessed her lucky stars that Harry was the only person in there.

"Harry!", she yelled as she ran towards him, letting her charms slip accidentally as she threw her arms around him as she began to cry. "'Mione? What is that on your head? Why do you have wings? 'Mione, answer me please," he begged as she cried harder.

"I don't know Harry! What am I?", she asked as he let her go to look at her wings and halo. But before he could answer they heard the Headmaster say,"Amazing, Miss Granger. , please come with me and I might be able to explain the situation."

Turning his back on the he said to Hermione,"And Miss Granger? Next time you use glamour charms make sure they cover the back of you." She gasped when she pivoted her body to see weird blue markings run down her leg.

"C'mon 'Mione," Harry said as he lead Hermione after Dumbledore down to his office. Reciting the words 'Milky Sticks' to the gargoyle he lead the fourth years to his office. Fawkes sat on his perch and began to sing a happy tune as he saw Hermione in the room.

"Miss Granger, what do you think you are?", he asked bluntly as the sparkle in his eyes increased by the second, the prospect of such a rare creature made the old man giddy.

"What do you mean sir?", she asked seriously, "I am a human!"

He shook his head at her before diverting his attention to one of the many moving instruments on his desk, fiddling idly as both Harry and Hermione struggled to help her find an adequate answer. And one he seen that she herself was unable to answer him Dumbledore leaned across his desk and intertwined his fingers.

"In all my years alive I have met only one, I repeat one family that may have the answer to all of your questions. Alas they are a dark family by nature of persecution by nonetheless a family. They have been a long line of pure sirens since the time of Merlin, and every female in that family has similar markings to yours. They are people of pure instinct and innocence, but they have been corrupted by their mates over time. No more than one siren had ever wanted such a horrible fate for their family since Walburga Black.

And even then that was a moderate case of corruption since she had all ideas of equality stamped out as a child. Tell me Miss Granger, do you look like your parents at all?", he asked as his little speech had thoroughly confused the two teens greatly.

"Well, sir. They say I have my grandmother's character," she explained as realization dawned upon her. Her parents were nothing like her in any physical or mental traits and similarity. Both parents had sleek, shiny black hair, and their complexion was fair with barely any flaws as hers was a tanned one with freckles dotted on her nose.

"Miss Granger, is it alright if I call you by your given name?"

"Of course," she said confident that he would say 'Hermione Jane Granger'.

"Mister Potter I am most pleased to introduce you to your best friend Hermione Dorea Black-Potter," he stated happily as the two turned to each other in shock. "P-Potter? Headmaster, please tell me this is a sick joke!", Harry yelled as Hermione sat there shell-shocked.

"Ah yes, in your family tree your grandmother was a Black before she was married to one Charlus Potter. Her sister happened to be Walburga Black while her brother was Leon Black, he sired a daughter who at her last year at Hogwarts became pregnant with Miss Granger or Hermione. She and James Potter had drank to much firewhiskey while celebrating at the Leaky Cauldron. And when her mother lie in her death bed after a death eater raid she begged me to give Hermione away to someone without any wizarding contact or influence. Also in addition only a pure-blooded family can sire a siren, there is simply not enough magic a muggle-born or a half-blood to support a siren.

While the Blacks aren't a family with sirens Charlus Potter's mother was a siren before she dropped her maiden name of Lestrange. With all that said, I am terribly sorry for keep such a secret from you two but I was sworn to keep it a secret until Miss Hermione learned of her Heritage of a siren," he explained as he got up to look out the window of his office.

"So Harry has a family? Is that what you are saying Professor?", Hermione asked from her perch in the chair next to Harry. He looked hopeful at the prospect of someone that has his back no matter what. The family he had craved was beginning to come together, as he smiled at the siren.

"Correct Miss Black or is it Miss Potter?"

"Hermione, sir. Just Hermione," she beamed as she let the rest of the glamour on her wings fall away. A blue tattoo in the shape of swirls began to grow up her neck as she hugged Harry before Dumbledore. "Oh Harry! This is what you wanted! A family to rely on," she squealed happily before walking out the office with her head held high.

"Where do you think she's going sir?"

"Knowing her to either the library of her dormitory," he said as he motioned for Harry to sit down. "Now, what is this I hear of the Dursley's treating you horribly?"

~.~.~.

Once Hermione got to the corridors students were already roaming about, and all looking at her but she had yet to care. Her legs carried her with grace to the Gryffindor tower, many students from both Hogwarts and Durmstrang watched her with something akin to lust in their eyes. She had passed one Viktor Krum as he was amazed at the girl he saw today, for after he woke in an abandoned class with a vial of memories he used Karkaroff's pensive to view them. Afraid of the way his clothes had been ripped at the back.

"Hermi-own-ninny?", he murmured as she skipped up the stairs to the Fat Lady.

She either didn't care he was there or never noticed for he watched as she said,"Fairy Lights." Shaking his head he went to the Great Hall where everyone was abuzz with the new gossips that was not focused on him.

"Ginny? Are you in here?", Hermione asked as she popped her head into the third years dorm. The red-head finished changing in a normal white blouse and blue jeans her hair pulled into a high ponytail as she turned to the siren. "H-Hermione? Is that you?", she asked as the head of curls nodded her wings curled around her figure as she stood nervously all the sudden.

"What happened to you?!," she screeched, "Was it another Polyjuice potion gone wrong? Oh Merlin! You have tattoos!"

She allowed Ginny to pull her to the four poster bed where Hermione proceeded to tell her all that Dumbledore told her an no more than that. "Wow, 'Mione. I knew you were special but damn!", she exclaimed before a third year yelled at the Weasley. "Gin! Time for Hogsmeade!"

Hermione cursed under her breath before getting up,"Hey Ginny? Will you wait for me to get my cloak?"

"Course 'Mione."

Neither girl had seen the small beetle with glasses in the window as the two went to the fourth years' dorm. Oh what a story this will be!

~.~.~.

"So Viktor, vhere you go last night? Karkaroff vas freaking out bad," Asen asked as the two walked through Hogsmeade. He smiled as he remembered what he saw in the pensive, his heart beat faster in his chest as he shrugged. Better to play it off ignorant than have him suspect something.

"I woke in a classroom, near the third corridor."

"Hahaha! Get drugged by pretty vomen?", he asked.

"In a vay."

The two men walked into a candy shop and there she was, in all her glory was Hermione in a cloak that covered most of her wings. But the tattoos on her neck gave away her heritage, and most people in the shop was looking at her as she purchased sugar quills and chocolate frogs. Her bushy hair had begun to tame itself into a wave of brown as her eyes captivated many wizards in the vicinity.

"Ginny, grab a pack of droobles and some Bertie Bott's. I'll pay for it," and his blood bubbled at the thought of her buying something for herself. He was to provided for her! Mate needs to learn that we haff money to pay for every vhim.

"Hey 'Mione can I get some cauldrons?"

"Sure!"

His anger increased as he watched her grab galleons out of her pocket, but then softened when he heard her talk. "Harry gave me the galleons to get us some treats, so get him a licorice wand," she ordered before the two walked out. "'Mione lets go to Madame Truffles for some dress robes."

And with that the two left, their arms laden with bags of candy. As soon as the two were gone all occupants of the tiny shop had returned to their normal states. Asen looked around in confusion as they suddenly turned their attention to Viktor and himself.

"Viktor! Can I have your autograph?"

"What is your favorite candy?"

"My sister is in St. Mungo's will you sign this parchment for me?", a boy around fifteen asked as he held out a piece of paper out hopefully. Smiling he took the paper and asked,"Vhat is her name?"

"Her name is Aria Thomas, she says she your biggest fan," he said happily when Viktor wrote her a get well message. "If you don't mind me asking vhat is vrong vith her?", he asked as he handed the quill and not back.

"Her magic was developing and scalded her skin, she can hardly walk because her feet got the brunt of the flames."

"I hope she vill get better, send her my regards."

He was pulled by Asen to the outside of the store quickly all the sudden, his normally happy-go-luck friend stoic. "Vhat happened to your eyes?", he asked worried for his friend as he conjured a mirror for him.

"Vhat do you mean?"

Shoving the mirror in Viktor's face he watched the Bulgarian recoil in horror as his eyes turned red, then back to a normal brown. "I haff to leave now, and ask Mama about this. Dammit," he half talked half murmured as he left Asen alone. Calling behind him he yelled, "Go flirt with pretty vomen!"

Viktor heard Asen yell curse words in Bulgarian at him but merely shrugged but stopped short at Madame Truffles Dress To Impress shoppe. Taking all the courage possible he walked in and tried to spot Hermione in the shop. He grinned happily when he saw her alone in a corner looking at ball gowns, deciding to take the chances he approached her. Seemingly calm on the outside, while he was freaking out on the inside.

"Excus me luff. May I talk vith you for a moment?", he asked as he stopped a foot short of her.

"Yes?", she asked, finally tearing her eyes of a backless dress, her tattoos teasing him greatly as she turned to him. Kneeling down in front of her he grabbed her hand as he struggled to find the right words to say.

Its now or never! Mate if vright there!

"Vill you go to the Yule Ball vith me Hermi-own-ninny?", he asked, grimacing at the way he pronounced her name. The siren in her clawed at her mind's edge begging her to say yes.

"Of course, I will," she said to placate her siren. The screeched that her inner released were unearthly, and she wanted it to stop but felt a satisfaction deep in her heart as he grinned enough to split his face in two. And to her horror she leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips before leaving, hoping to hell he didn't hear the near purr that erupted from her siren.

"I am most lucky man in vorld!", he yelled as he left the shop, Madame Truffles sighed as she remembered her Hogwarts days.

I hope you all liked this chapter!

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