Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the undisputed queen of the Harry Potter empire. I am making absolutely no $$$ from this fan-fic, nor do I profess to be a writer by profession, I just enjoy writing. I am fascinated by Veela; there is not enough written about them. Along those lines, keep in mind as you read this tale that I'm not by any means a Veela expert! This story is just a fun take about my favorite witch dealing with a new aspect of her life. Enjoy!!

The Veela In Her

Chapter 1- It Begins

"This is going to be a lot for her take in one day, Albus," Minerva McGonagall stated to Albus Dumbledore.

"I agree, she will be..alarmed," Severus Snape said.

The other Heads of House scoffed in reluctant agreement.

"Alarmed? Of course she's going to be alarmed! Imagine finding out that you're-" Minerva declared but was interrupted by Albus.

"We have no choice, Minerva, she has to know. I believe however, that she has the grace, strength and intelligence to face the situation as a true Gryffindor would," Albus said gently.

"Very well, Albus," Minerva said wearily.

"Poppy, do you have a supply of fever potions stocked?" Albus asked. "She will need them."


The morning of September 19th 1998, Hermione Granger woke hungrier than usual and found herself in a cold sweat. Must be coming down with something, she thought.

At breakfast, she piled her plate with food and wiped her sweaty face and neck with a handkerchief.

"Is the birthday girl hungry this morning?" Ron asked as he put food on his plate.

"Are you feeling all right? You're all sweaty and flushed," Harry said.

She answered with a shrug. "Probably got a bug is all."

The Head Table overheard the conversation with interest.

"It's started," Minerva said to Albus.

"Let's get this over with, shall we?" Albus asked and stood.

The Heads of House left the Great Hall. Minerva would follow with Hermione in a few minutes. She went to the Gryffindor table.

"Miss Granger, you are needed in the Headmaster's office right away, come with me please."

"Of course professor," she replied and gave curious looks to her friends as she left. Did Harry do something with his invisibility cloak he shouldn't have, again?

In the corridor she asked, "Is anything that matter professor?"

"I don't quite know how to answer that" was the professor's cryptic reply.

What an odd answer! She wiped her face and neck and munched on an apple.

"How are you feeling today?" Minerva asked.

"Odd, I think I might be coming down with something."

In the Headmaster's office, she nodded to acknowledge the Heads of House and a woman she had never seen before. All the occupants were observing her with interest and concern. Again she wiped her wet face and took another bite of her apple.

"Would you care for something cool to drink?" Albus asked kindly.

"Only if it's not a bother, but yes sir, I'm quite thirsty," Hermione said. "I was just telling Professor McGonagall that I thought I was coming down with something."

The stranger grinned and covered her mouth with her hand. With shaking hands, Hermione gulped the glass of water Minerva handed to her.

"Miss Granger, may I call you Hermione?" Albus asked.

What's he up to? "Certainly Headmaster."

"I will to start this discussion by wishing you a happy birthday, Hermione. You've reached the age of majority, but there is another matter much, much more important. Your life and the life of another hangs in the balance," Albus stated.

"You have my attention," Hermione said.

"What I'm about to tell you might come as quite a shock. You are not a Granger by birth."

"Huh?" Hermione asked.

"On your seventeenth birthday, you were to be informed that you were adopted. Henry and Diane Granger adopted you shortly after your birth, when your biological parents died."

"What? Why? How- wait, who were-" Hermione asked in alarm.

"Your biological parents were Robert and Evangeline Raynor."

The occupants of the office gasped in shock.

"It's a long story that I regret not having the time to tell, not right now anyway. Simply put, they were followers of Voldemort who didn't want that life for you when they found out you were on the way. Shortly after your birth, they were killed in their attempt to distance themselves from Voldemort. He didn't take their rejection lightly and killed them. For your safety, you were placed with the Grangers."

Hermione took another gulp of water with trembling hands.

"Momentarily, a solicitor from Gringotts will arrive for you to assume your inheritance."

"My inheritance?"

"Yes. The Raynors were one of the wealthiest families in Britain, and in accordance with the law and their wishes, the entirety of the estate will be passed to you, the Raynor heir." Albus paused to let her process the news. "Now we come to a more pressing matter," he said.

"Headmaster, what could be more pressing than what you just told me?"

"I assume that you know what a Veela is?"

What kind of a random question is that? "Yes sir, I know what they are, a little anyway."

"Apparently, your mother had Veela blood and it was passed to you."

"Please say you're joking headmaster," she said blankly.

"I most certainly am not. As I said previously, your life and the life of another depend on what you do today and the coming week."

"Sir, I don't understand."

"I know, that's why I invited Mrs. Talbert to Hogwarts. She's part Veela as well," Albus said and gestured to the stranger behind his chair.

Hermione looked at the woman in confusion. When the woman stepped forward and extended her hand, Hermione shook it briefly then suddenly brought the woman's wrist to her nose and sniffed.

"My goodness," Professor Sprout said.

Mrs. Talbert turned to the staff. "Yes, it's started."

Hermione jumped from the chair, mortified. "Madame, I truly apologize, that was rude of me. I don't know what came over me, I just did it," she said.

"Hermione, please sit. I have some things to tell you; you know you can trust me," she said softly. Looking each other in the eyes, they sat down in unison. "From what I've been told, you're an intelligent, rational young woman, so all this might not come as too big of a shock to you. Or it just might, I don't know," Mrs. Talbert said.

Hermione sighed and helped herself to another glass of water.

"First things first, please call me Katrina. When you say Mrs. Talbert, I look to see if my mother-in-law is in the room," she said with a smile. "What you did was natural for Veela, it's how we recognize and trust other Veela. If I'm not mistaken, you've started the transformation already. The fever, increased appetite and thirst, and a heightened state of arousal."

Hermione blushed and glanced around the room. If they only knew!

"Your senses will advance as well, as you pursue your mate."

"My mate?!"

"Yes, as of today you have seven days to find your mate and complete the transformation, at which time you will conceive."

"Conceive? As in child? I'm going to get pregnant my first-" she stopped talking and looked away, closing her eyes, hoping that she would wake up from this surreal dream.

Katrina laid a hand on her shoulder. "What's going to happen will be natural for you and your intended mate. What will look outlandish to the rest of us will seem completely normal for the two of you, it's kind of liberating, really."

"Please explain how this is going to happen," Hermione said anxiously. "I'm not seeing anyone."

"By tomorrow, you should start seeking and seducing your mate."

Hermione tried not to laugh and gave a dainty snort. "Katrina, you don't know me, I'm not exactly the seducing type. Bookworm-yes, seductress-no."

Professor Snape chuckled.

"You will be," Katrina said with a shrug.

Hermione threw up her hands, stood and paced the room. "Who is the bloke I'm supposed to seduce?"

"That's the fun part," Katrina said and patted the chair for Hermione to sit. "Neither you or your mate will know until the moment you connect. Your body has already started producing strong Veela pheromones discernible only to your intended. You will be like a lioness stalking her prey, so to speak. To observers, it will look irrational."

"Will my intended be Veela too?"

"No, that's the sticky part. It could be any, and I mean any male in this castle. We just don't know."

"Oh shite," Hermione whispered, glancing at Professor Snape and the Headmaster, shuddering at the thought of mindlessly seducing one of them.

"The love and desire for one another will be undeniable and irresistible. As I said before, to others it will seem beyond reason."

"Isn't that a bit embarrassing?"

"Keep in mind that the process will flow naturally between you and your mate. You will be oblivious to anything occurring around you and it can happen anywhere, anytime."

Just how high is the Astronomy tower? If I keep my eyes shut the entire way down...

"My dear, that tower is over two hundred feet high," Albus said kindly.

"Pardon?" Katrina asked. Hermione waved the question away.

"And it could be any male in this castle?" she asked, just to be sure she heard correctly.

"Yes, more than likely it will be someone that matches your intellect, spirit and strength who will be as...how should I put it, vigorous, as you will be. I wager that it will be a seventh year," Katrina said.

"Vigorous? Vigorous how?"

"I know this might seem a personal, impertinent question, but are you a virgin?" Katrina asked asked gently.

Hermione silently pleaded with the earth to open and swallow her whole. How could that woman ask such a thing with Snape and the Headmaster sitting right there?

Minerva came to her side, patted her hand and spoke. "My dear, we are here to help you. What is said in this office will stay in the strictest confidence."

Hermione looked at the floor and shook her head. "No, I haven't been with anyone," she whispered.

"That's good! Your Veela blood has sang with your soul to wait for your intended, it will make the moment all the sweeter," Katrina said longingly. "The courting and seduction might be a smidge rough. You will be sexually aggressive, meaning that there might be some instances of biting and scratching, but not enough to cause alarm. It's normal for Veela."

Hermione felt like covering her ears and running from the room. Biting? Scratching? I don't want to hear anymore!

"The Hogwarts staff will try their best to prevent harm from coming to other students. You will become extremely possessive of your mate, to the point of violence. Since the natural inclinations of magical creatures are protected by law, you are protected from charges should you hurt anyone."

"I would never hurt anyone," Hermione said.

"However true that is, your Veela is capable of it. If you perceive anyone making a move toward your mate, you will lash out."

"All this Veela shi...stuff, it's inevitable?" she asked, suddenly feeling weary.

Katrina nodded. "The changes in the coming days will be surprising to others, even your closest friends. Since you aren't pure Veela, you won't experience some of the more extreme changes, but it remains to be seen."

"Changes? Such as?"

"Wings, fangs-" Katrina started then stopped to catch Hermione slide unconscious from the chair with lightning fast reflexes. She looked to the worried staff and assured them. "It's normal, but she needs a fever reducing potion immediately, her blood needs to be cooled."


Later in the infirmary, Hermione woke and couldn't believe she actually pulled a wilting flower routine in the Headmaster's office. She barely heard the remaining details of the "fabulous adventure awaiting you and your husband" from Katrina sitting next to the bed.

"Exactly what part of this is fabulous?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms.

Katrina smiled patiently. She went through the same thing years ago and knew what Hermione was feeling: her world was spinning out of control and there was nothing she could do about it.

"After about six months, things should be back to relative normal. Granted that you will be married at 18, have a baby and an unusually active sex life, but you and your husband will be happier than you've ever known. Your lifelong devotion to each other and your children will be beyond compare, that's the Veela gift. However, all that's a moot point if it doesn't happen within the week; both of you will die from heartbreak."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Hermione quipped. "I just wish I knew who he is."

"That's the worst part of it, not knowing. But know this: you're not alone, and whatever happens, I will never judge you and I'm here to help you. What's going to happen is natural for you, and you're not a freak or monster; you're Hermione Granger with a touch of Veela."

"If you say so. This is all just...nuts," Hermione said. Oh God, what if it's Harry or Ron?

Katrina rose and gave her a piece of parchment. "I've been told you're quite the reader, so here's a list of reading material that should help you along the way. Most are here in the school library and I've had the others sent from my home. You have been excused from classes the rest of the day to prepare as best you can. The best advice I can give about tomorrow is to try and go about your day as you normally would. You will be escorted by myself or a member of the staff at all times for the safety of yourself and others. Now, try and get a good night's sleep, you have a long day tomorrow."

That evening, the Heads of House addressed their shocked students regarding the coming days with the Head Girl. It would certainly be interesting: there had not been a Veela at Hogwarts for over one hundred sixty years.