Druella Black had given her life for one of her daughters.
That was true.
Which daughter it was, no one knew except for her. The story was Bellatrix had killed her with accidental magic. After a lot of obliviating, it was seemed to be the truth.
She had three daughters who were considered disgraces for being female. Druella knew there was no room for another. So on September 19, 1979, she knew she had to give her fourth daughter up.
As she walked up to the muggles house, she knew she was selfish; She was doing this so she wouldn't be ashamed.
On the other hand, she was near death. The daughter would not be cared for. This was for the best. She placed her daughter in her shall on the front porch, before knocking.
"Her name is Hermione," She croaked, pushing away her bushy hair. She took a look at the muggles that they took to be as a 'take care of her look'. She gave a smile at her daughter before everything went black.
A/N: I always kind of think of Hermione as a pure blood for some reason because she seems so relaxed and at ease in the wizarding world, and I think that it would be a lot harder to have as much talent being a muggle born. Also, this makes Hermione Draco's aunt, sinking Dramione making my OTP possible. I like Dramione stories, but Draco/Astoria better, and plus I kind of had to write this story for the Hogwarts Games. Sorry for such a long A/N that went for about 90 words,
MissDominiqueLysander.