The next day

I woke to the sound of banging. "Wake up Monroe! You know all Slytherins should be attending breakfast!" Parkinson yelled.

"Fuck of Parkinson! I'm up!" I sighed. The one morning when I actually want to sleep in was now ruined. I groaned as I remembered last night's events. Why me? I got up and braced myself for imminent doom.

[A/N: Do you guys think that the 2 paragraphs above is unnecessary?]

As lunch got closer I got more nervous with every minute that went by. Draco and the Weasley Twins insisted that I attend today's class with Professor Valour, even Harry and the Golden Trio are attending. Finally it was time to go to my certain social death. Along the way I bumped into Ginny Weasley and got a strange aura coming off of her, I filed it away for further investigation at another time.

As Draco and I, along with a few Slytherins stepped inside the classroom, I collided with none other than Jason Fucking Valour. He really is becoming a thorn in my side. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes, I would've fallen flat on my face.

"Careful now, don't want you to get injured, now don't we?" He said. "Valour", I replied acidly. "Ouch, ok I get it, you're still pissed." He said with a wounded expression. At that moment Professor Valour strode in.

"Silence, find yourself a seat, NOW!" He said. Everyone scrambled to find a seat, for fear of missing any vital information, as the Professor was already writing things down on the board.

Valour Senior stopped writing and turned to face the class. "It has come to my attention that the majority of the Hogwarts students don't have an inkling of what a Gifted is, which is sadly disappointing...no doubt if any of you encountered one of my kind you will run the risk of breaking the Gifted Accords. The Ministry of Magic has agreed that it is time to remind the Wizarding World that we (Gifteds) do still co-exist with your world and to remind you of the main rules of the Accords to ensure that the Peace Treaty is still kept."

"Oh joy..." I groaned from the back. Draco and the twins sniggered at my misery, while Valour Junior looked at me strangely.

"Now lets start with what Gifteds are and when they first started co-existing with the Wizarding World. Gifteds are magical beings, not unlike a wizard/witch, but also quite different all the same. While your kind rather use 'spells', 'potions' and 'wands' and call said spells 'magic', our kind have no use of silly little words or sticks to perform 'magic'. What the Wizarding World calls 'magic', we call it 'talents' or 'gifts' - hence our given name 'Gifted'. We use the energy around us to aid us with certain 'magic', such as; air to push a enemy backwards, water to put out fires, etc. We don't need 'spells' to help heal wounds - although the greater the wound, the more stamina it requires. What must also be said is that we can conjure and control certain elements without the help of the environment around us, but it uses more 'energy' to do so. We also use herbs to help heal sickness and injuries, as does many wizards/witches as I understand. Now the first Gifted/Wizard encounter happened over three thousand years ago, during the Founders Era. Unfortunately we were dealing with a war of our own during that time, so the encounter was hardly considered peaceful, I'll spare you the gory details...luckily the 'unfriendly' manner between Wizard kind and Gifted kind only lasted about five years. One Gifted, named Lord Raymond Mystique fell in love with a Pureblood Witch, I believe her last name was Monroe..."

'SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!' I thought as a few of my classmates (who could possibly connect my last name to the story) turned their heads to me with that little information, including the Gryffindor Know-it-all, Granger.

"I'll sum this up for you. The two lovebirds got married, both Gifted kind and Wizard kind apologised for their behaviour and the Gifted Accords were formed. Now on to the 'rules' of the Accords: Any violence towards another Gifted, Half-Bloods included, is seen as a declaration of war, thus breaking the Peace Treaty. Any harm towards a Gifted's 'soulmate' is also seen as a declaration of war. Any means of 'controling' a Gifted for your own gain is forbidden. We are not beneith your kind so don't act like it.-" At this point I stopped listening to the professor and started thinking of ways to sneak out without anyone noticing me.

"Oh no you don't, sit down Rose." Draco hissed at me when I tried to get up. "Draco I told you it was a terrible idea to drag me along, I knew this would happen, but nooooo you idiots wouldn't listen!" I hissed back. "Stay, it's should be almost over now anyway." Fred whispered. "Hmpf" I said.

"-Now, any questions?" Valour asked after a few more minutes. Almost every wizard and witch in attendance raised their hand.

"Yes, lady with the bushy brown hair? Name?", He pointed to the Gryffindor Know-it-all, Granger.

"Hermione Granger, sir. Are there any known descendants from the Monroe/Mystique line, that you know of Professor?" I let out a barely audible squeak at that question.

Professor Valour grimaced. "No, unfortunately they and their daughter died sometime after because of a Gifted war that was happening at the time, thus the Mystique line died out, however, the Monroe line continued with the witch's brother. Curious that you ask that question Miss. Granger...may I ask why?"

"We have a student here at Hogwarts whose lastname is Monroe, I just thought maybe-"

"-Let me stop you right there Granger." I interrupted. "Just because my lastname happened to be Monroe, doesn't mean I'm related to them. Monroe is a fairly common surname so it's rude to assume that I'm linked in anyway with today's History lesson." I spat.

"While you are possibly correct, young lady, I'll have deduct some points for your rude interruption. I think 10 points from Slytherin will do. Now Miss. Granger, as your Slytherin classmate stated, Monroe is a fairly common surname in both the Muggle and Wizarding World. However I am not certain if they still go by that name. If you wish to know further, might I suggest going to Gringotts for a more factual answer?" Professor Valour replied.

"Of- of course Professor, thank you Professor." The Know-it-all stuttered. "Right then, I believe our time here is up, if you have any further questions, my office is always open during Saturday mornings. Now, go enjoy the rest of your day off, as classes start tomorrow after breakfast. Miss. Monroe, Hermes, stay behind. The rest of you are dismissed." Professor Valour said.

After everyone but me and Valour Junior left, the professor shut the door and looked at me. "Miss. Monroe, my nephew tells me you're a Half-Gifted. Is that correct?"

Well shit. I'm screwed.