If I had any influence or money involved in Harry Potter don't you think this might have been in the actual book? JK is the rightful owner, I am merely taking them for a run. Making sure they don't get lazy… Please don't sue. =P

THE SLYTHERIN HALF

For reasons unknown, Hermione Granger was having issues.

Ordinarily, her classmates would have laughed, or told her she should be less modest, yet upon managing to explode her second cushion in a matter of minutes, they were now regarding her with looks of incomprehension.

"Miss Granger, is there a problem? Normally you would have managed a simple charm like this in the first attempt." Professor Flitwick enquired as he hovered near her elbow.

"I have no idea, sir. I feel fine… better than I usually do, actually." She answered, her brows furrowed in frustration. "But I just can't seem to manage it."

"Perhaps you should take a rest. After all, you are an outstanding student; I think you just work too hard sometimes. I suggest you talk to Madam Pomfrey."

Under the tiny charms Professor's instruction, Hermione found herself waiting in the Hospital Wing as Madam Pomfrey bustled around a small Gryffindor boy with tentacles sprouting from his neck. Apparently, Hermione overheard, he had been dared to put the ingredients into the cauldron in the wrong order, resulting in the appearance of the sickly looking tentacles that wiggled in the air by his collar.

Wrinkling her noise slightly, Hermione waited patiently until he had been sufficiently warned, threatened and released. Soon after, Madam Pomfrey walked over in her brisk manner.

"What's the matter Miss Granger, I don't usually see you here unless you're visiting one of your injury prone friends." She raised her eyebrow questioningly.

"To be honest, I'm not sure." Hermione began. "Lately, I've been rather more alert and, apparently, more powerful. I keep failing to perform simple spells because there is too much energy being produced."

"Peculiar. But not completely unheard of." The older woman smiled, and ushered Hermione into her office.

Once she was seated comfortably, Hermione looked once more to the nurse.

"Miss Granger, there have been cases of inter-racial breeding for many years, and not only between magical creatures, for example wizards and muggles." Madam Pomfrey clarified.

"You know, I'm sure, of Fleur Delacour, who participated in the Tri-Wizard tournament in your fourth year. She was part Veela."

Hermione stared at the woman, confusion written across her face. "I'm not sure I follow."

"What I am presuming, and that is all it is, is that you may have an inheritance from a magical creature. Tell me about your family, please."

"They're muggles." Hermione told her, feeling utterly lost. "Neither of them knew about the magical world before I received my letter. There's no way –"

"Are you sure?"

Hermione glanced back at the calm matron. "Well, not entirely. But, surely I… Oh I don't know." She looked apologetically at the nurse.

"I think we might take this to Dumbledore, Miss Granger. He may be able to shed some light on the matter."

**

Never having been invited directly into the Headmaster's office, Hermione felt slightly daunted at the prospect and was grateful for Madam Pomfrey's confident stature beside her. She missed hearing the password, but climbed the steps that appeared before her, to be greeted by Dumbledore at his door.

"Miss Granger, and Madam Pomfrey, to what do I owe the pleasure?" His eyes twinkled, and Hermione didn't doubt for a moment that he already knew everything, down to the tiniest detail. The man was omniscient.

Madam pomfrey answered, to Hermione's relief.

"Miss Granger has been experiencing some, ah, changes recently, Headmaster. My conclusion is that she has magical heritage, perhaps Veela, or possibly even nymph." Madam Pomfrey looked at Dumbledore, to see his reaction. He was not shocked, so it seemed, instead he smiled at Hermione and motioned for her to sit in a large, decidedly squishy looking arm chair by his desk.

Obligingly, the young witch did so, looking expectantly up at him for some kind of explanation. She was feeling rather overwhelmed.

"I do believe there is something you need to know, Miss Granger." Hermione held back a rude affirmation, only because he was a teacher. And it would be a cold day in hell before Hermione Granger insulted a teacher – excluding Snape, but that was far more personal, and she certainly wouldn't do it to his face.

Dumbledore moved towards the fireplace, throwing some powder into the flames before calling into the fire, "Mr Granger, Mrs Granger, it is time."

Thoroughly perplexed, Hermione sat up a little straighter as she heard her parents' names. Within a moment, the two adults had stepped through the fireplace, joining the already present company, each giving Hermione a hug.

"This may be somewhat of a shock." Dumbledore stated calmly, pushing his half moon spectacles higher up his nose.

"But-" He was interrupted by Hermione's mother.

"Headmaster, would you mind terribly if we told her? It might lessen the impact."

Dumbledore only smiled, and nodded in response.

"Hermione, darling, you know we love you, and how proud we are of you." A horrid, uncomfortable feeling welled up in Hermione's stomach as her mother spoke to her.

"But, we are not your biological parents. You were adopted by us when you were just a baby on request from the Headmaster here. He knew from a friend that we were unable to have children, and you were unable to be kept by your family, so we adopted you." Her mother, adoptive mother, reached a hand out to brush Hermione's cheek.

Shocked as she was, Hermione felt unable to perceive anybody else as her parents. She smiled a timid smile back at her the woman she called her mother.

"You'll always be my mum." With that Mrs Granger enveloped her in a hug, to be joined a moment later by her husband.

"Now, listen to the Headmaster, Hermione dear." Mrs Granger prompted.

"Miss Granger, when you were born Voldemort was in his prime, he had a plan of blood purification, pure-blood supremacy-"

"Bit like Hitler and the Aryans." Mr Granger murmured.

"And he was particularly interested in his followers having male heirs." Dumbledore paused to look at the bushy haired witch.

"You were a firstborn, a twin, but you were female, making it dangerous to keep you with your family. If Voldemort had found you, a girl, you would have been killed. He was insane, and it was a chance your family, and I, were unwilling to take. So we placed into the Grangers home, under their care."

Hermione glanced at her parents, who nodded in affirmation.

"That was not the only problem, however. Your mother was not a normal witch, in the sense that her grandmother was a nymph."

"A nymph?" Hermione asked, the curiosity imminent in her voice.

"Yes. Meaning that you do indeed have an inheritance. Madam Pomfrey was quite correct in her diagnosis." He smiled warmly at the grey-haired, motherly nurse, who beamed back at him.

"Sir, when you say inheritance, what does that mean?"

"Ever curious, Miss Granger." She blushed at this, but looked determinedly back at him.

"It means, in the broadest of terms, that your witch-magic is stronger, more connected with your inner self. Often, too, nymph or part-nymph children experience a connection with one or more of the elements. You will not have noticed this previously, as the nymph magic lies dormant until the sixteenth year. I believe it was your birthday yesterday?"

Hermione nodded, in awe of the information being presented to her.

"Yes, that makes sense. It explains your, ah, misdeeds today in charms." His eyes twinkled, and Hermione looked down, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"I think we might have a little experiment, to find your element then, shall we?" Dumbledore flicked his wand, causing a small pile of freshly turned earth, a bowl of water, and what seemed to be a cigarette lighter to appear on the table.

Looking at them, Hermione voiced the question in her mind; "Sir, aren't there four elements?"

"Indeed Miss Granger, but I was fairly certain that Air would not be your element. Nymph magic is rarely that cruel." He raised his eyebrow at her and she allowed a laugh to escape her.

"How will I know which is mine?"

"You will know." Dumbledore assured her, before he gestured to the objects. "Now, go ahead. Take your time."

Standing, Hermione reached her hand towards the shiny, silver lighter. She flicked it on.

Nothing.

She held it for a moment before closing it and placing it on the table again. Next, she put her hand in the water, letting it encase her digits. She felt its coolness, but still it didn't seem right.

Wiping her hand on her robes, she tentatively reached her fingers towards the mound of earth. As soon as her fingers came into contact with the soil, she felt an energy surge through her body. It was a peculiar sensation, much like when she had travelled in an aeroplane to France with her parents as a child. It resembled the turbulence, making her stomach drop, although not in an unpleasant way.

"Well, little earth nymph. I do believe it's time to be reunited with your family. One of them, at least. Tomorrow at nine, after dinner, I think." Dumbledore said, waving his wand at a piece of parchment and watching it as it flew out the open window.

"For now, you're free to go. But I would refrain from telling your friends just yet, Miss Granger." He smiled knowingly, and Hermione silently agreed. They weren't the most adaptive pair of boys.

"Also, I do believe we'll find out who your mate is soon enough." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled incessantly now, and she knew he would refuse to divulge any further information, so Hermione found herself being escorted back to Gryffindor Common Room by Madam Pomfrey.

"Thankyou, Madam Pomfrey." Hermione sent her a small smile. "It was very kind of you to help me out like this."

"Not at all, child. Now, you must be feeling in complete disarray right now, so I suggest you go inside and forget about for a while. Talk to your friends and do some work – if you've any left." She laughed. "Everything will sort itself out." She turned to walk away, but faced Hermione once more.

"You can come and talk to me any time you need." She smiled softly, before turning on her heel and striding back to the Hospital Wing, leaving Hermione to climb through the portrait hole.

Love it? Hate it? What do you think? I'm thinking of making Blaise or Draco a love interest… but I can't pick!! Who should be Hermione's mate? Help me out. Who is better, or most loved by you people? Reviews make me feel special ^_^