Hermione woke up one summer morning in her fifth year in the past, to an owl tapping on her window. Grumbling, the animagus slipped out of bed and stumbled to the window. "Get in here ya stupid owl."

The tawny owl fluttered onto her bed and let out a soft hoot.

"What dost thou haveth for me?" Hermione questioned as she took the letter tied to his leg. She quickly read the letter, and then re-read it. A small smile crept onto the animagus' face. "Godric wisheth to see me tonight at his estate. I wonder why? I've never been to his estate before."

The animagus spent the rest of the day elated and on cloud nine. Three hours before she was to leave Hermione started getting ready. She pulled on a ruby red dress with gold accents and long sleeves. Then she pulled on her soft boots that reached her knees.

Just as she was about to floo over, Helena entered her room. "Where art thou going?"

"Godric invited me to his estate tonight." Hermione blushed.

"Ist he going to propose?" Helena asked, a bright smile on her face. "Ist he?"

"I knowest not." The animagus grinned.

Helena cocked her head. "Dost thou wisheth that he wouldst?"

Hermione bit her lip. "I thinkest, I thinkest yes. I wouldst not mind being married to Lord Gryffindor."

"Thou art amusing, màthair." Helena chuckled.

"I thankest thou." Hermione grinned and curtseyed.

The young Ravenclaw burst into a fit of giggles.

"I sorry, Helena." The animagus chuckled. "But I have to go now."

Helena wrapped her arms around Hermione's middle. "Thou keepest safe."

"I will." Hermione promised, pressing a kiss to the young witch's hair.

"That wast a delicious dinner, I thankest thou." Hermione smiled shyly at Godric.

Godric smiled at the animagus. "I ist glad that thou enjoyed it. Wouldst thou enjoyest a walk of thee grounds?"

"I wouldst enjoyeth that very much." The witch got to her feet and took Lord Gryffindor's proffered hand.

Godric led Hermione through the large garden and to the rose garden, which he thought was the prettiest.

"Lady McGonagall, Hermione." Godric paused suddenly nervous. "Wouldst thou, wouldst thou agree to be mine wife." As he said this, he got down on his right knee and pulled a golden lion ring with a ruby clutched between its forepaws.

"I… yes." Hermione smiled, kneeling on the grass in front of her – now – fiancé. "I wouldst love to be thy wife."

Grinning, Godric picked the animagus up and spun her around. Unadulterated giggling burst forth from the witch and she wrapped her arms around his neck. After gently placing Hermione's feet back on the ground, Godric slipped the gold ring onto her finger.

"It ist beautiful." Hermione breathed, looking at the ring.

"Not as beautiful as thou art." Godric smiled down at his witch. "Thy beauty shinest brighter than thee stars in the heavens."

Hermione ducked her head, a blush creeping across her face.

Gryffindor hooked a finger under Hermione's chin and as he tilted her chin up, his thumb brushed across her lips. Hermione had to suppress a shudder. "Thou hast no reason to be embarrassed."

The animagus gently took her bottom lip between her teeth and a sparkle entered her eyes. Hermione tightened her grip on Godric's shoulders and rose up onto her toes.

"What are thou doest?" Godric breathed. His heart had sped up and his breathing had quickened.

Instead of answering verbally, Hermione gently placed her lips against Gryffindor's, in what was supposed to be a chaste kiss.

At the feel of Hermione's lips press against his, Godric gripped her hips closer and responded eagerly to the kiss.

However, when Hermione ran her tongue over Godric's lip, the wizard shuddered and pulled away, slightly. "We needest to cease, before I canst not."

Trying to control her heavy breathing and rapid heart rate, Hermione nodded. "Shouldst we retire to the Castle?"

Gryffindor nodded. He was in desperate need of a cold bath.

Early the next morning, Hermione was still sleeping – for the sun was just rising over the grassy knolls – when a certain First Year came barreling into her room.

"Màthair!" Helena cried, before launching herself into the air and landing on the slumbering animagus.

A low growl resounded from Hermione, as she rolled over and glared at the young witch.

Helena giggled. "Màthair! Thee sky ist awake, therefore I ist awake, therefore thou needest to awaken!"

Smirking, Hermione suddenly sprang up and started tickling the younger witch.

"Màthair!" Helena grabbed at the elder witch's hands and paused. Sitting up she took Hermione's left hand in both of her own.

Hermione bit her lip nervously, she hoped Helena would be alright with her being engaged to Godric.

"Godric hast asketh for thy hand in marriage." The young witch furrowed her brow. "Thou hast agreed."

"I didst"

Helena nodded. "Thou lovest him?"

"I do." Hermione smiled slightly.

"He lovest thou?"

Blushing, Hermione nodded.

"Thou canst be mine màthair whenst thou becometh Lady Gryffindor?" Helena fearfully inquired.

"Of course I can!" Hermione exclaimed and gathered the young girl into her arms.

Helena snuggled into the comforting embrace. A slight smile crept onto her face, soon she was going to have a real mother and father.

"Hermione McGonagall!" Helga shouted as she stormed into the former witch's office, causing the door to bang against the wall.

A Gryffindor student, who was sitting across from Hermione at her desk, jumped and fearfully look to her professor.

"Professor Hufflepuff," Hermione coolly regarded her friend. "I ist in thee middle of a meeting at thee moment. Would you kindly wait outside?"

Nodding Hufflepuff quickly exited the room, she was thoroughly embarrassed.

As soon as the door closed, Hermione turned her attention back to Karin. "Now, where werest we?"

"I asketh thou, if thou wouldst accept me as thine apprentice whenst I leaveth Hogwarts." Karin cast her eyes to thee floor.

"Thou wisheth to become an animagus." Hermione stated.

The student nodded.

"Thou art from thee Northern Celtic Tribe?" Hermione furrowed her brown. "Why dost thou not asketh the Animagus Tribe? They livest close to thy own tribe."

The younger witch shifted nervously.

"If they refuseth thou, I willest teach thee. However, goest and asketh of thy people." Hermione smiled. "Now, off thou go."

Karin bowed and exited the room.

Helga poked her head in. "Mayest I enter?"

"Yes." The animagus chuckled.

The older witch flopped onto the couch. "Hath thou anything thou wisheth to tellest me?"

"Uh…oh! Godric requesteth mine hand in marriage." Hermione bit her lip, trying to hide a smile.

"Why didst thou not tellest me?" Helga asked, before waving away Hermione's objections. "Tellest me, hast thou plannest thy wedding?"

The animagus started. "No… shouldst I be?"

"Oh 'Mione." Hufflepuff chuckled. "Wouldst thou appreciate mine help?"

"Yes, please." Hermione breathed, her eyes wide. She hadn't realized that she should have already been planning her wedding.

"The wedding needeth to be on thee grounds of the Gryffindor Castle, thou needeth a Celtic priest…"

Hermione was nervous the day of her wedding. It wasn't that she had cold feet, it was just that she had hoped her father (Albus) would walk her down the aisle or her godfather, Severus, would. Right now, she was really missing her family back in her time period.

"Art thou doing well?" Helga asked, as she walked into the room Hermione was getting ready in.

"I'm just nervous." Hermione smiled slightly. "And missing mine family."

Hufflepuff smiled and embraced the younger witch. "I knowest that thou art. Govran ist waiting for thou, to walk thee down the aisle."

Hermione followed the elder witch and took Govran's proffered arm. "Lady McGonagall, art thou ready?"

"I thinkest so." Hermione nodded.

"Thou art not having second thoughts, art thou?"

The animagus shook her head. "No, I wisheth that mine family couldest be here."

Hermione held her head high as she walked down the aisle. She smiled when she saw Helena, the young witch grinned back. But when Hermione's eyes found Godric's, she couldn't look away.

Neither, Godric nor Hermione heard much of what the Celtic minister said, they were too enraptured with each other. As the binding magic swirled around them, the minister stated. "I pronounceth thee husband and wife."

The reception last deep into the night, Hermione couldn't remember all the people she danced with. When Godric and his new wife finally made it to their room, at four in the morning, the newly married couple collapsed onto their bed and drifted off to sleep – holding each other.

Hermione awoke to Godric running his fingers through her curls. "Good morning," The animagus yawned so hard that her jaw cracked. "Love."

"Good morning." Godric chuckled. "Lady Gryffindor."

"I ist Lady Gryffindor, am I not." Hermione grinned.

"Thou art entitled to all thee holdings." Gryffindor nodded. "Thee magical bond…"

"I knowest what thee magical bond didst, they existeth in mine time." Hermione smirked. "Although, they havest gone to thee wayside."

Godric smiled, leaned down, and gently placed his lips on Hermione's. The animagus greedily responded, Godric had refused more than a chaste kiss before. Now? Now, he was the one to run his tongue over her lips, begging entrance.

Smirking, Hermione pressed her lips together, before parting them and allowing his tongue access. She shuddered at the first feel of his tongue against[VE1] hers. Godric gripped her hips and rolled onto of her. In response, Hermione drug her fingernails down his back.

Pulling away to look at her, Godric husked. "My love."

Hermione grinned, showing her fangs, and rolled them over so she was on top. "Yes."

Gryffindor tucked an errant curl behind her ear and leaned up and captured her lips once again. Grabbing her by the shoulders and flipped them back over. "My love?"

"Yes." Hermione breathed. "Please."

"As my lady wishes." Godric smirked, before leaning down and reclaiming her lips.

A/N: There are two Easter egg!