A/N: Enjoy!

Bellatrix Black stood in front of her desk with a slight smile. "Surprise? I have information on Hermione."

Minerva simply stared, glad the witch wasn't attempting to attack her, because Minerva would have been easy prey. Eventually, Minerva stuttered out,

"You...you're a..?" Bellatrix nodded. "B...but you you're..." Bellatrix shook her head no, and with that, took a seat in front of Minerva's desk.

"I will explain all of that to you today. But first the King. She is doing well. Not yet conscious, but she's healed mostly."

Minerva was still staring at Bellatrix like...well...like she had seen a ghost.

Bellatrix chuckled and waited patiently as she realized Minerva had likely not heard a word. Minerva eventually closed her jaw and grabbed a glass of scotch.

"Hermione is okay?"

Black pursed her lips in thought, "She's getting there. What she did was life threatening, but she is quite strong. She will recover fully, but it will take time."

"Did you just call her king?"

Bellatrix nodded, "That is what we have always called our leader, regardless of sex. The one she chooses to mate with will then be our Queen, which will be you." she said with a bow to Minerva, "If you accept your highness."

Minerva's eyes widened and she stuttered, "W-what? S-she-"

Bellatrix held up her hand, "That is something you must discuss with her, I'm afraid."

She shook her head, deciding to come back to that portion later, "I saw you die?"

Bellatrix shook her head, "You saw a doppelganger die. That was the King's brilliant idea." Bellatrix beamed. If nothing else about her was real, the level of devotion she possessed was, and she hated every moment she was forced to pretend Riddle had earned it with his hypocritical ideas.

"In reality, a reducto would not be able to kill me, direct hit or not. In our natural form," Bellatrix paused, "We are not gargoyles, but I think it would be easier for you to refer to us as such. As a gargoyle, our skin and wings are about the same as dragon hide. Only the strongest spell can hit us. As we change into our human forms, the flesh is weak, so our wings meld into the skin to strengthen it. A reducto would hurt like hell, but it would not kill me."

Minerva mulled this over and nodded. It was a brilliant compensation. Suddenly, she remembered Hermione saying Narcissa was a…gargoyle as well. "Your entire family?"

"No, only my father and sisters. The last king altered the Black's memory to believe that my father was one of them. His job was to infiltrate one of the darkest families. My job was then to become Voldemort's right hand. There is a gift given only to our leaders, the ability to see the next war clearly, and the many ways it can turn out. He needed to have someone close to Voldemort. In case we needed to bring him down immediately."

"Hermione can?"

Black smiled, "Ah good news at last! She has not seen a war, therefore there shall not be one in her lifetime. Oh, before I forget, I have something for you." She said as she reached in her pocket, "These glasses will reveal all of the people in the school who are like us. Wear them during lunch in the great hall, you'd be quite surprised."

Minerva leaned over her desk and took the glasses that were so similar to her own. She nodded, and placed them down on her desk, "I'm almost afraid to place them on." She said with a frown. Bellatrix gave a smile, "I understand that this is all quite a bit. Many of us tried to convince the king to reveal more to you, but she is stubborn. I'm going to change and allow you the chance to examine me hands on. Just no groping, dear queen. We all know where your eyes were that night." Minerva reddened slightly, causing Bellatrix to laugh.

"Before I change, you must know that the king is the only female with male genitalia. She also the only one with blue eyes and a sensitivity to light. It is a trait all leader's gain upon acceptance of the throne: Blindness and sensitivity to light in both forms. We are unsure why, but that is the way it has always been. Any other questions?"

Minerva frowned. She would have to ask Hermione why Bellatrix was unaware she could see, "Will you be able to speak to me?"

Bellatrix shook her head, "No. When can only speak English in our human form. In our natural form we can only speak our language." Minerva nodded. "Okay."

Bellatrix stood and, taking a deep breath, a look of concentration appeared on her face. Minerva watched closely as the skin at Bellatrix's hands began to turn black. Soon the rest of her body followed, but something didn't look quite right. Minerva gasped as her skin moved as though pulling up from her body.

She remembered Bellatrix's words as the skin slowly formed wings and s he stood slightly taller than before. There were a few differences from Hermione, Minerva noted. While the woman was large, Hermione was most certainly taller and her eyes were pitch black instead of blue. However, the muscle tone was the same though the woman had female genitalia. Minerva walked around her more than a little excited to examine something so rare. She had examined Athena many times during their dates, but not quite as closely as this. She walked around the woman, touching her back and feeling the smooth black skin. Bella's wings flared out and Minerva gently touched them. They were leathery and thin as she expected. She walked back around to the front of the woman, "Thank you. Will I see you again?" she asked as she opened a window for the woman. Bella nodded and walked to the window. She bowed to Minerva and then jumped out.

Minerva closed the window and sighed, "Queen?" She shook her head. Hermione would have a lot to answer for later.

A/N: Uh oh. Hell hath no fury like a Scottish woman scorned. Who wants to see Minerva go off on Hermione?