Chapter one: Discoveries

September 18th 2000

The world had stopped spinning for a few moments, everything around her slowed down and soon she found herself in a state of frozen shock. The only sound permeating her self induced trance was the steady ticking of the wall clock, located in the far right corner of the cold room. The doctor's words rattling around in her head were earth shattering…

Tick...

"You're not a match."

Tock…

"Not even a partial?

Tick...

But I thought there was a large chance…"

Tock…

"It would seem you're of no relation to Mr Granger at all...Im so sorry."

She had left the doctor's office in a complete haze. Everyone passing by her in a blur, their conversations nothing but static in her head.

No relation? Surely he was mistaken, a mix up at the lab, the wrong paperwork? It just had to be wrong. Finding herself in the hospital room where her ailing father had been the last few months, she pulled up a chair to his bedside and took his frail hand in hers. His once sun kissed complexion had paled considerably over the last year, the laughter no longer visible in his now sunken eyes. Purple splotches from countless ivs peppering his arms; there weren't many good veins left these days.

Had it really only been a year? A year since the grim diagnosis, Stage 4 skin cancer that had spread to his lungs and kidneys, had invaded and altered their lives? Everything from that point on, seemed stuck in the fast lane, zooming by with a quickness she hadn't been prepared for.

Immediately following the news, her father had been pumped full of chemicals, pills, morphine, anything and everything. All in an attempt at comfort and a chance of survival. Hermione had tried her best at procuring magical means of treatments; it would seem though, that cancer was a muggle disease, St. Mungo's had nothing to offer her.

Even Harry had swung his celebrity around in an effort for answers. Only to be disappointed at every turn, to be told the same line over and over.

"I'm sorry Miss Granger, there is nothing we can do."

"Even for a war heroine such as yourself, we can't administer pain potions. The laws still remain the same."

Absolute rubbish, she had literally bled for them, gave up her childhood for them! And for what!? Just to be told that it was for nothing? What good was her magic if she couldn't even use it to ease her own fathers pain!? What was the reason for rescuing a world that refused to offered their advancements to others. Where they not all human? Did they not all bleed the same? Why was it so difficult to just treat her father at St Mungo's?

Her train of thought Immediately derailed in a violent fashion. Crashing into the back of her head and causing her to let out an anguished cry, followed by a bought of mostly silent sobbing.

Not her father, not her father, not her father, no relation...

Mr Granger, jostled awake by his daughter's sorrow filled hiccups and sniffles, gripped tightly to Hermione's trembling hand, he may be weak, but he was strong enough for this, he could offer his daughter some comfort. It must not have been good news if she had finally dropped her bravery for a moment.

She had been brave when she found out of her mother's death,an unfortunate car accident, after journeying to Australia following the war; His daughter had fought in a fucking war and he had been completely oblivious. She had been brave in the face of his anger with her following his memories being restored, had endured his alcoholism, as he dealt with his own demons, and now finally she had allowed herself to feel.

"Hermione?"

She felt his hand as he tried to ease her trembling, and placed her other one atop of his. She knew it wasn't going to be easy to speak about, but she needed the answers. Needed to know, though it would change nothing, he was her father regardless. Taking a few deep breaths and managing to quickly reigning her emotions back in she finally replied.

"I know you told me, or rather, insisted quite adamantly not to be tested."

"Oh god, no….you didn't?"

"I did, you had to have known I would! I would give my own life for yours! Of course I was tested!"

"Hermione, my child…"

"I'm not though, am I? Your child?"

Her voice grew quiet, she wasn't angry, confused and a little hurt sure,but not angry;she just wanted answer's.

"No, biologically, you are not. You are mine though, I held you when you were scared during every thunderstorm. I taught you how to ride a bike, how to read! I was there when you lost your first tooth, when your first bit of magic happened! You. Are. My. Child!"

She carefully maneuvered herself into his hospital bed, taking great precaution not to kink any of the various medical equipment connected to him, she snuggled her chin beneath his, just as she had when she was small and frightened.

"You will always be my father, this changes nothing,...I just want to know who I am."

"I want you to know, your mum, she was really your mum. I met her when she was already five months gone with you. Even then, swollen with life not created by me, the beauty that she emanated was breathtaking. I fell in love immediately and we were married shortly after you were born. She spoke of your real father only once. Shortly after your first magical outburst... she was just so calm, completely unfazed by the fact you had just made your books trail behind you upstairs, because your tiny arms couldn't carry more than a few a time." they both let out a chuckle at the memory, a welcomed sound amidst the emotion heavy atmosphere. "That evening, after you had gone to sleep, she told me everything, how she was a squib… And how she was the mate of a magical creature who had been killed during the first war."

For the second time in an hour, Hermione found herself frozen in shock, she struggled to remain calm, her breathing became erratic and she moved away from her father as quickly and carefully as possible. Retreating to the back of the room, the scar on her arm, the one that had labeled her as less and so much more, began throbbing uncontrollably, a mental reaction to a sudden crises of identity.

"A magical creature, how can this..., which one!?"

"A veela, and she was never sure if you would present, we had to wait till your..."

" Till my 21st birthday,...that's tomorrow!"

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A/N Ive had this idea for a while now and decided to dip my toes in the water. Please let me know what you think!. I don't have a beta(but would love one!) so please forgive me of any grammatical errors...hopefully though it's legible and can be overlooked!

I will be updating twice a month!