You know, I have nothing to say. I am dumbfounded that you guys are still reading. But then again if you like the story then that's your choice. Also I now that I am getting late with the updates and I am sorry for that.

Edit: 20,000. 20,000 views! I can only thank every single one of you that even bothered to click on the story, much less read it! Thank you everyone so much, this means a lot to me it really does. At the end I'll explain Hermione's age, promise.

Pairing: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger

Rating: MA

Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

"Are you okay Miss Black?"

Lyra looked up from her place in bed to see the Headmaster smiling warmly at her and her newborn babe, a small smile was sent his way as she tried to relax. It seemed that only her little bundle of joy was actually sleeping, her small nose was scrunched up as Lyra's cotton shirt tickled her little nose. "Just in a little pain, but nothing serious," Lyra reassured Dumbledore.

"That's good, but I regret to say I did not come here to to bring good news."

"What do you mean?"

The elder walked over to the lavish window curtains and drew them back to reveal the sky, and the moon reflected in his glasses. "It would seem as you were in hiding for so long it took me weeks even months to find the place you were residing in. And during that time so much as happened my dear. Including the deaths of your mother, father, aunt, and uncle, as well as your cousin Regulus," he informed the new mother.

"N-no that c-can't be p-p-possible! What about Sirius?" she exclaimed in shock. Though Lyra only toned down her voice when she saw her precious girl cry out in protest, she rocked her child with soothing little mumbles all the while she glared at her former Headmaster. He looked at her with a regretful stare, as if he truly hated to have to be the one to tell her this Merlin awful news. "Its true, but not to worry my dear. Sirius was not near the Blacks at the time nor will he ever go to that house for a long time, he now resides with James and Lily Potter," he walked to the side of her bed and patted her head.

"I can't tell what the future will hold for you or your child but I intend to keep you both safe from the Dark Lord."

She gratefully accepted his offer and asked if he wanted to hold her baby, "What is her name?" The question had been surprising to say the least, for Lyra Black had been on the run from Death Eaters for the majority of her pregnancy and as a result she had no time to think of a name for her child. "I don't have a name for her sir," she told him as he watched her big eyes close tight.

"You are fond of Muggle Literature, are you not?"

"I am, my favorite being Shakespeare."

He returned the baby to her mother and smiled, "Why not Hermione? A lovely name if I say so myself."

Lyra looked at the mop of brown hair and tried to test the name for herself, "My little Hermione, Hermione Dorella Black." As she said the last name she saw Dumbledore's smile slid off his face and it was soon placed with a look of concern. "You would name her as a Black my dear? Wouldn't you want to give her a name that has not been tainted by the actions of her ancestors?", he asked.

"I guess we are a pretty dark family. Why don't I add Potter to her last name? Then it won't be as dark, isn't Mummy right Hermione Black-Potter?", she cooed to the sleeping bundle. Though Hermione didn't respond Lyra knew that she would come to appreciate the name greatly. The young mother kissed her daughter's head before wincing in pain, Dumbledore noticed and pulled a small vile out of his robes. "Here you go, my dear, this should ease the pain," he said as he handed her the small vile.

She uncorked the potion and inhaled the scent, "It smells like blueberries, are you sure it will ease the pain?" He nodded reassuringly to her, Lyra tipped the bottle into her mouth and swallowed the liquid. It only took her seconds to realize the mistake she had made, Lyra began to wheeze and cough violently causing Hermione to wake back up. The Professor took the newborn away from her mother to watch the scene unravel in front of him.

And what a sight it was.

The siren was foaming at the mouth as she convulsed in pain, her eyes were flashing from brown to red as the potion took affect inside of her. "W-why!?", she cried out one last time before she stopped all together. Hermione whimpered as she watched her mother die before her eyes, though being a newborn she didn't understand nor would she remember. Her magic lashing out once before all power she had disspelled from her and into the Earth.

"Thank you Lyra, for providing me with valuable information. Though I did not do this with a light heart, all he told me was to give you a love potion connected to him," he murmured as a tear left his eyes, "though his infatuation with you cost you your life. For that I am sorry and in your memory I will give Hermione a loving home. As I know you would have provided for her." He held the bundle before casting a small sleeping charm on her. "Don't worry Hermione, you will get to meet your brother in due time, all I have to do is pull a couple strings for you two to meet. As a favor I will age you to a year old so you can be classmates with him," he whispered to her before disapparating to Muggle Surrey.

He walked as fast as he could to the nearest doorway and laid down the child before, pulling a quill and parchment out of his sleeves he wrote a small note to the girl's new family. My name is Hermione, please take care of me. Dumbledore gave her a last smile as he made her clutch the letter in her hand, and then he remembered the time he left her brother on a doorstep as well. How Harry must have been cold that eerie night, so he hit the doorbell before apparating away.

Dumbledore never saw the young couple open the door, nor did he see the foreclosure sign near the edge of the lawn. "Dan we can't take care of a child! We barely have enough money to keep our house or our business!", a young Mariana cried out as soon as she saw Hermione on their welcome mat. "What if that was you?", Dan asked her as he picked up the girl, "You would want to be taken in, besides I always wanted a daughter."

Holding her tenderly he placed her on his side of their small bed, "Goodnight Hermione."

Placing a small kiss on her head Dan realized that he had his heart stolen by his new daughter, and he was sure he would love her forever. A look to the finacial paperwork that littered the dresser in the master bedroom was the only thing that ruined his happiness. As he settled in for the night he had to deal with his wife rationalizing with him to send her to an orphanage, though in the morning when Mariana woke next to Hermione and saw the young girl smile brightly at her she never once thought about giving her up again. And it would remain so for the next eleven years.

~.~.~.

Hermione slept rather pitifully as Viktor held her close to him, as if the siren in her was telling him that she needed a hug. His arm curled her into his side as her wings covered the both of them, one thing she loved about her fluffy wings was that they kept both her and Viktor warm during nights like this, Though they were Hell in Summer, making her cast cooling charms before she retired for the night. They brought her happiness, even if she couldn't use them like she had in the past.

Tonight was unlike any other in terms of dreams, this was no dream. It felt like she was actually there, actually witnessing her mother get killed from a love potion Peter had sent to her through Dumbledore. That was not the problem though, he just stood there and even commented on the info he had gained! Then he aged her and gave her away to a Muggle couple! She wasn't even sure if he gave her a proper burial, one Hermione knew she deserved. Tears welled in her eyes and her body shook causing the Bulgarian behind her to wake up. "Vas going on?", he asked dazed for a minute before he was able to gather his bearings.

"Hermi-own-ninny? Vhat's vrong luff?" Viktor asked her as the tears began to flow and heart wrecking sobs echoed out of her mouth. He sat up quickly and held her close to his chest, his head resting atop hers in an attempt to soothe her aches. "I can't fix it if you don't tell me vhat is vrong luff," he whispered as he rubbed the space between her wings to calm her.

Though she couldn't tell him because her sobs were growing louder and higher in pitch, it made his heart ache as he listened to her wails of despair. Suddenly he couldn't hear them anymore; he could see her mouth move as if she were but no sound came out. Then his ears began to hurt, and all in once all the glass in the room exploded. Bits of glass rained as he held her close to him, trying to protect her as much as he could. Her wings were out of his little field of protection and as result they began to get nicked, when all the glass had finished falling her let out a breath of relief.

Little shards of glass were stuck in her wings and back, other than that Hermione was fine, as it was nothing that he couldn't fix.

"Luff?" he asked when everything settled, glass circled the entire bed. The only shards on the bed were in Hermione, Viktor on the other hand was okay. Her body was still shaking, and when he pulled her head away from his body she was just... staring. Her eyes were unfocused, dull, lifeless, call it what you will but they held anything but life in them. Viktor realised with a start that Hermione had caused all the glass to break, and it just broke her. Whatever it was that is.

"He killed her," she said after hours went passed in a blur.

"Vhat?"

"Dumbledore killed her, he killed her with a love potion," she told him with anguish in her voice. His eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to make sense of her sudden declaration. "Vho did he kill Hermi-own-nee?", Viktor questioned her as she sat in his lap. She burrowed her head into his chest and fought back tears, "H-he killed m-my Mum. G-gave her a l-love p-p-potion."

"He vhat?!"

"I t-think he knew exactly what he was fucking DOING!" though her statement started out soft and incoherent it ended with a bang. The glass on the floor rose violently into the air and shot up into the ceiling, impaling the wood.

"Hermi-own-nee, as much as I vould luff to verify that I don't know vhat you do."

Hermione already had a solution to that and piped up, "Pensive." Viktor looked at her as if asking her to elaborate, to his relief she did. "All I need is a pensive to show everyone else! I know this, it was like I was in the dream. Hell it was me! You have to believe me, just please take me to a pensive so I can show you," she begged him. All it took was one look in her eyes to know that she wasn't lying to him.

"Its okay luff, but in the morning okay? Also your back is how you say... bleeding. Thats the easiest vay to put it."

She took one look at her wings and let out a soft 'Ohh' before fainting, Viktor smiled softly at her. He loved everything about her and this was one of those reasons; the way how she would focus on something other than her own well being. Hermione wants the truth to come out, despite the cost that comes with it. And he, he was willing to help her achieve her goals in every way he can.

He gently picked her up off his lap and lay her stomach down on the bed, Viktor was going to get these shards out even if it took all night.

After he made sure she was situated Viktor picked up his wand from the floor and tried to remember all the healing charms he learned in Durmstrang. "Okay, vhat do I need?" he asked himself as he went to go get some towels from the bathroom. Viktor grabbed the biggest, fluffiest towel he could find in there and ran back to their room. He took a candle off the floor, where it fell when it's glass holder fucking exploded, he transfigured it into a pair of tweezers.

"Don't vorry Viktor, you've seen Mama do this all the time. It vill be okay... hopefully."

Deciding to try and take out the little ones first and realized one things, metal doesn't have the best grip on glass. For ten minutes he sat next to Hermione and painstakingly retrieved the glass as gently as possible. "Yes!" he cried as the glass slid out of Hermione's wing, then he nearly cried.

Viktor managed to get one shard out in over ten minutes.

"This vill be taking the entire night!"

But not once did he stop.

~.~.~.

"Hey Viktor, you alright?" Harry asked as he sat next to the Professor at the Gryffindor table. The poor man was half asleep on the table with his head nearly in the coffee he was supposed to be drinking. "No, comrade. I am very exhausted, but I vill be fine vith ten more cups of coffee," he replied to Harry as he raised his head and downed all the coffee in the mug. With a snap of his fingers the cup refilled, just the way he liked it. "These house elves here are very friendly, they agreed to give me more coffee vith a snap of the finger if they can repair, polish, and test my Firebolt," he told Harry with a small smile on his face.

"How much sleep did you get Viktor?"

"I don't know to be honest."

"Cause you look like shite," and Harry was right. The young professor had bags under his eyes and his hair unkempt, but he could still hear the female student body whisper and gossip about his looks. Hermione on the other hand was more furious than sleepy, and it was evident she was because se didn't eat her breakfast without mutilating it. Her tattoos shown how tired she was as well, the normally vibrant sky blue was a meloncholy greyish-blue. Viktor's tattoos were acting just like hers; the bright red had turned to a dull crimson.

Throughout the entire meal Viktor did down ten whole cups of coffee along with a breakfast, before getting up. "I must get the Pitch ready for the first years luff, hopefully I vill see you at lunch." Both Hermione and Harry waved at the Bulgarian as he walked out of the Hall, the entire First Year was quivering in excitement. For weeks and weeks they had been learning the safety protocals and rules of flying broomsticks, as well as Quidditch. Now was the time they actually practised flying for the first time, well muggleborns were but half-bloods and purebloods already have flown before.

"C'mon Mione, we have DADA with Umbitch. I really don't want to go to her class, with all the shite she tries to force down our throats."

"I know but we got to just deal with it for now just do't fall into her little traps okay? She only wants to get you in detention for saying the truth."

"And what may the truth be little Miss Half-Breed?" a voice behind her asked so quietly that only she and Harry could hear her. They both turned so quickly that they almost gave themselves whiplash, but today was the day that Hermione tried to put her long hair into a braid and said braid just slapped the toad across the face. "Detention Miss Black-Potter for assualting a professor," her little voice squeaked out in jubilation.

Hermione, for her credit, didn't explode right then and there. No, she set off like a nuclear bomb.

"What!" she yelled as she stood to her full height, almost and entire head taller than her Professor. "In what way did I EVER try to attack YOU?", she questioned Umbridge. Emphasizing both ever and you, as if to tell her that quarreling with her was way beyond her level.

"My face is marked from were you struck me with your hair," she pointed out, and she was right. A red mark streaked its way across her face, and the smirk that was on her face made both Hermione and Harry want to slap her. Pull all her hair out, well anything that would give her pain. "So, you and Mister Potter have reserved yourselves seats in detention at seven o' clock in my office," she said as she started to walk away, "and do bring yourself some parchment."

Every student who suffered her detentions knew exactly what that statement ment, and all they could think was Better them than me. Hermione would have loved to rant at the injustice at that, as did Harry; but everyone in the Great Hall saw Hermione's braid hit Umbridge in the face. So there was no saving from this detention from Hell, but she may be able to spring Harry out of trouble. "Harry did nothing to you!" she yelled to the retreating toad.

"What?"

"He didn't hit you with his hair, I did! So you can't give him detention for something he had no part in!" and Hermione was right about this aspect. Harry gawked at her, and as he began to protest Umbridge cut him off. "I see, well Mister Potter, you don't have detention with me. As of yet that is," she grinned at him before turning back to the door.

Hermione, who could barely contain her anger at Umbridge, needed to relieve her stress. So she did something that amazed all of Hogwarts.

She spread her wings and began to fly, she soared over the pink woman's head and out to the Moving staircases where she headed to the DADA corridor. Back in the Great Hall students and teachers alike began to clap and cheer for the Siren.

Except for one person, Umbridge was going to put a stop to this soon. Yes she would not allow half-breeds like her get away for humiliating her like this in front of the whole school.

Okay, so Hermione's age is somewhat confusing to everyone but thats alright. I'm going to explain it very quickly.

She was born in the year Harry was born. So that is 1994-1980= 14, but Dumbledore aged her so she's 15, but her use of the time turner in the third book aged her a year older so she's 16. Though she will get the aging spell off her soon, so her age will be 15 again.

Hope that helps.

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