Disclaimers: J.K. Rowling owns all of the content of which pertains to the world of Harry Potter! I only use her lovely work to feed my own imagination and share the product with you. I do not make any profit from this story. The only benefits I have are pleasing my readers and enjoying my own imagination's work being seen.

That being said, this is a controversial story. It is polyandry, which means one women, multiple husbands. Also, it touches a bit on incestual ideals and faces them head-on. There will be trigger events in future chapters, so please, while I will warn you in that chapter, if you cannot handle it, do not read this story. Other than that, enjoy!
-F.A.L.

Chapter One - Phoebe

I found myself sitting on a loveseat at the Burrow, staring at a large wooden box next to me. No one was home, yet. I had just arrived from visiting my grandmother, Phoebe. It was unusual for her to have even thought of me, let alone the owl I received this morning from her. My mother and father were both in Australia, and no one in my family apart from them knew I was a witch. 'Well, so much for that, my grandmother knew,' I thought to myself. 'She knew and she never tried to help me'. I was furious when she told me that she left because I turned out to have magic. I had been close to her until my seventh birthday, she told me she was leaving to travel, but I knew she lied. Now, I knew why.

Deciding I would visit my grandmother and get answers, I never expected things to be so twisted. She had tried to cast spells on me as a child to keep me from magic, but at seven years old, I rebounded her spell. That was when she realized she failed and left. Now that I am to turn eighteen in months, I needed to hear her out, at least that was her excuse to force me to stay. I listened as she explained my heritage, and my future.

"Hermione, just listen to me. You are not a witch! You are something more. I kept it from you because your mother never became what we are. Do you remember being a child? Was your grandfather ever in your life? Ever wonder why?" she had scolded me for telling her I was leaving.

"No, Phoebe, I haven't wondered why since Mother told me you scared him away. I remember a grandmother that once loved me, but ran from me. I am a witch, now, I am leaving unless you have something better than bringing up a past I would rather forget," I began to lose the calm that I had kept for over an hour with her as I stood up and began to walk out.

"Don't you dare walk out! I never scared your grandfather away. I had four mates. Your mother never understood, but when I found that she did not have magic, I knew I would need to begin living a life where I could not be who I am. In your world, the Wizarding World, it is acceptable to have multiple spouses, as long as it is within your blood. In the Muggle World, it is not. I moved to the damned Muggle World to parent your mother properly. Hecate was most definitely the only one I could ever deny my husbands for. I became a single parent for her. Then you came along, I knew I needed to handle you before she figured out exactly how we were. She hated Greek mythology, imagine how she would feel to find it were actually real?" the woman spoke to me as if I were still a child. It was quite infuriating.

"So, you had four husbands. That is only possible if you are of blood that is not Wizarding. Even then, there are only three bloods that could allow such a thing: Nymphs, Veela, and Fay. If what you are saying is true, it means I am one of the three. In that case, I want you to prove it to me, Phoebe," I growled and sat back down.

"Gladly. Look in that box in front of you. It has all of our family's information, from a family tree to journals from each generation. We are called Nymphs. Though, more specifically, you are called Asteriae, your mother just refused to take your Goddess given name. It took your father and I hours to convince her to at least give you a Greek name, hence Hermione. Asteriae, she was the nymph that protected the stars. She protected Draco, the Giantomachian Dragon, Gemini, the Twins, and Aries, the Bull. Each one had a tragic, but beloved death. You would know their histories, already, so I will save you from hearing it all again.

"But, Draco, he was sacrificed by the Gigantes to win a war they waged, though, Athena decided Draco was not willing to harm her. This is what sent him to the heavens, his unwillingness to harm, though he was thrown. Gemini, were twins, but born of different fathers. When Castor, the son of a mortal, died, his twin brother, Pollux, begged his father, Zeus, to allow him to share immortal life in the heavens. It was granted, selfless love caused Pollux to die that same day, sharing the heavens with his twin. As for Aries, he was born to Poseidon and a nymph, as a ram, for the sole purpose of protecting the children of Nephele, the cloud goddess. Helle died before Aries's mission was completed, but he was able to protect, keep Phrixus calm, and deliver him safely after the Golden Fleece was captured by the children. Phrixus sacrificed the ram back to Poseidon, in which the god placed the winged beast into the heavens. Asteriae, as your goddess given name, was always to protect those that were sacrificed from selflessness".

I had just about had enough, but something she mentioned caught my attention. Dragon, twins, and a winged beast. I could put names to each. Deciding it was just a coincidence, I looked at my grandmother.

"Prove that I am a nymph and not just a witch with eerily coincidental situations," I demanded as I looked through the materials within the box. According to the texts, parchments, and tomes, I was most definitely a nymph, but I wanted more proof.

"Prick your finger and place it upon the willow wood emblem of the locked journal. It will only open to those of the nymphs," she seemed as though she could kill me for still not believing her, but how could I? She had left me and now, she wanted to help me? It seemed rather peculiar.

I pricked my finger with my wand and a drop fell to the emblem of a star and moon. If I did not know any better, I would have easily called it a Pentacle, but I knew better. There were small, but definitive differences. The moon was slightly less than a perfect circle and the star, though a pentagram, was not large enough within the moon. It never touched the edges, got close, but never touched.

The drip of blood had settled on the center of the emblem, slowly seeping into the wood, staining it red. I heard a soft latch and noticed the lock had fallen apart. My breath hitched. I was a nymph and there was no doubt now. But that meant two things, my wand would be useless the moment I turned eighteen, and that I would be undergoing a transformation of sorts soon. The transformation took a total of two moon cycles with my birthdate in the center. This year, it was a new moon, which meant my magic would be at its strongest as a nymph.

"I suppose that is enough evidence?" the old hag nagged me.

"Yes, it is. Now, get on with it. You called upon me for something, spit it out. My patience is wearing thin. I don't care if you are my grandmother, you left me as a child, in a world where I was lost and confused. That makes my love for you small," anger evident in my voice. Here this woman was, turning my world upside down, and she expected me to embrace it with happiness? Never.

"As you seem to be rushing out, everything you need to know is in that box. Use it wisely. Your transformations begin soon. You have six total transformations to look forward to. I will leave you be. If you wish to speak to me further, owl me. Just so we are on the same page, I know you sent Hecate and Gregory to Australia without memories. The Ministry informed me the moment you did. There is no reversal of the effects. Just know, you have a younger brother, three months old. His name, Troy Apollo. It looks like despite your efforts to obliviate many things, you failed to obliviate their Greek intellect and fascination, in your father's case," Phoebe glared at me, "Though, it should mean nothing to you, seeing as you obliviated them. So, leave. Take that box, and leave. I have done my duty to my daughter by at least protecting you from yourself. Go, now!" Quickly, her voice became a deafening sound, I stood, grabbing the box and its contents, and ran out the door. Disapparating to the Burrow, where I was living for the time being.

Recalling the events was not intended, but I suppose necessary, I needed to think things through. When Ginny arrives back, I would have her to myself for a few hours and we could talk about this. She understood better than Ron and Harry. I needed someone that understood me, not force me against my will, at least, not yet. I continued to contemplate what Phoebe had said about my parents and younger brother. If this were true, my parents would be in for a surprise if Troy had magic. Taking the emblazoned book out, I opened it and began to read. Most of it was easily translated from Ancient Greek to English, but some was in other languages, like Runic and Druidic. I would need to translate them later. Right now, I thanked my father for putting me through Ancient Greek classes as a child. He fueled my love of all things Greek.

I had just finished the rest of the book, well what I could read, when I heard the back door slam shut. Carefully, I placed the emblazoned book back within the box and sent it straight to the chambers I shared with Ginny. Making my way into the kitchen, I spotted the youngest redhead attempting to find something to eat from the magically powered icebox. I recalled when I introduced Arthur to them, he thought they were the most brilliant invention. A spell cast once to keep things cool, instead of needing spell upon spell daily to keep the food. Ginny still had not noticed me as I sat at the table.

"Hi, Ginny," I called to her. This caused her to jump and shriek. I hated that shriek, but what I hated more was the Bat-Bogey Hex at the tip of her tongue as she spun around with her wand in hand.

"Merlin's beard, Hermione! Startle a young witch to her grave, won't you?" she glowered as she placed her wand in her holster.

"Any witch, except you, Ginny. Anyways, I met with my grandmother today. You wouldn't believe what she told me, nor what she gave me. It's in our chambers. I can tell you there, with silencing spells. If the boys overheard this, I would never hear the end of it. Come on," I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me. I knew should would be nearly as curious as I was anxious about it.

We climbed the stairs and entered the room. She closed the door as I cast the enchantments to protect us from being eavesdropped on. As soon as we both sat down, I told her everything. My best female counterpart remained silent as I explained all I knew and all my grandmother had spoken until the very end.

"A Nymph? You know the tales of nymphs, do you not? They don't just have multiple husbands or wives, they actually need them. The sex is incredible, at least according to the tales. Who do you think will be the ones you mate with?" Ginny, of course, was more interested in the sexual aspect of it all.

"No, I don't know many tales of nymphs, but I have my suspicions of my future mates. Phoebe hinted at the possibilities. Draco, the dragon, that could actually be Malfoy, as much as I would hate it, I could understand it. Gemini, the twins? There aren't many twins in our world. Only two sets that are our age, the Patil twins and your brothers. I would rather your brothers, but that is just me. As for Aries, that one is a bit less clear. It is someone who is brave, selfless, caring, and strong. Most Gryffindors fit that, so it must at least be someone I can get along with. I don't want to think about sex with any of these people, so don't ask," I waved off the questions that were surely about to fly at me.

"Oh, alright. Draco, Fred, George, and some mystery man. That would be a sight for all of the Wizarding World. Can they refuse you if they wish?" she laughed.

"No, as far as I know and have read, no mate can refuse their nymph's call. The first transition begins in a week or so. I will begin to call to my mates within my dreams. It is the least painful of transitions," I had just begun to explain when a loud explosion interrupted our conversation. Both of us grabbed our wands and cautiously ran to the corridor. Even though the war was over, everyone was still aware of the threat the uncaught Death Eaters posed.

"Mum is gonna kill you, Harry. You just blew up her favorite cabinet because you thought a Horcrux was inside," the distinct voice of Ron floated through the house. Ginny followed me downstairs to where Harry and Ron were.

"I know, I need to fix it. I keep seeing those damned objects. Don't tell me St. Mungo's would help, because I won't go. Molly keeps trying to trick me into going, it hasn't worked," Harry huffed as he attempted to put the cabinet right.

"Reparo," casting the spell under my breath, the cabinet and all of its internal items began to piece themselves back together. Harry and Ron both looked at each other, knowing neither of them could cast the spell to that magnitude before they spotted Ginny and I. Ginny was trying to not snicker at her boyfriend and brother.

"Hermione! Ginny!" both boys shouted.

"Yes, yes. We are here. Just in time, I see. Molly will be here soon. If she came home to find what you did, again, she would not hear anyone's pleas to keep you from St. Mungo's," I scolded Harry.

"I know, I need to learn that bloody spell properly," Harry hung his head in defeat.

"Have you tried finding out why you keep seeing things?" Ginny looked at her boyfriend with concern. His situation had been forcing their relationship into a place they may never return from if it did not stop. He had tried hexing her the other day because he thought Voldemort had turned her into a Horcrux. Ron and I had barely been able to stop him. We were lucky, next time, we will not be as lucky.

"Not yet. I have been busy with the Aurors. You know, it isn't easy becoming one without your N.E.W.T.'s. I planned on doing some research tomorrow, it is my first day off of training," my best friend sighed.

"I'll help," the redheaded witch offered.

"Alright, we can go to Hogwarts for research. I would rather stay away from the public about this," he stated blankly. We could all understand that feeling. None of us wanted the spotlight after the war just ended. Sure, we saved the Wizarding World, but it's not like we had a choice, we were forced into this as children. Fred had barely made it out alive. Percy had been able to turn the stones falling into ash, just in time, though, Percy still remained unconscious in St. Mungo's for that. He drained all of his magical core, and now, if he ever woke, he would become a Squib with little to no magical powers.

The conversation continued and Molly had come home, not knowing any better about her favorite cabinet. Supper had been ate, and people slowly dragged their feet to their chambers after playing Exploding Snap and Wizarding Chess, I opted to read. I had kept my eyes on the twins, if what my grandmother had hinted at were to become reality, those two would be future spouses. I wanted to learn as much about them as possible before then.

My mind was reeling from the day as I shrugged out of my clothing and into my pyjamas. If I had any good luck, my first transition would actually wait. In the book, it mentioned the first transition coming early for most in our family. With that as my final thought, slumber consumed me.

-Author's Notes-

Thank you for reading this first chapter! I would love to hear what you think. I suggest if you do not feel you can handle Hermione having multiple husbands, do not read this any further. Please, leave a review, favorite, and/or follow! I would love to hear your feedback! Though, take note, I will delete and report flames; there is no need to be hateful and spiteful just because you do not like the topic. Critical feedback is accepted, however.