After 8 long hours of labor, Minerva Estelle Mcgonagall finally gave birth to a daughter. Hermione Annalisa Dumbledore was born on September 19th,1979 at 6:24am and was 6lbs 3oz and 18in long. A few days later, back at their home, Minerva has tears in her eyes as she holds her daughter close then looks up at Albus tearfully, "Do we have to give her up Albus?" Albus nods sadly stroking Hermione's soft tuft of black hair, tears in his eyes as well "Yes my dear, it's for the best….just remember she will be back with us when she turns 11." Minerva sighs and leans down tenderly kissing her daughter's forehead, "11 years is such a long time….I mean, I know Wendell and Monica will take good care of her, but still…" She sighs and begins to pack her daughter's belongings before they apparate to a little alleyway beside the Grangers' home and approach the front door. Albus steps forward and knocks on the door. A young man answers and smiles warmly as he recognizes Minerva, "Minerva, is that you? My god you grew up! Moni, get in here!" a small, blonde woman approaches the door and squeals when she sees Minerva, "Oh my god Minerva!!! The last time we saw you, you were just a little girl!!! Come in, come in!" Albus and Minerva follow them to their living room and sits down, Minerva still holding Hermione close. Albus looks at the Grangers and begins solemnly, "Well, as you were friends of my in laws I'm sure you know about the Wizarding community?" They both nod so he continues, "Well in the past few weeks a very Dark wizard has been gaining power over our world and we want our daughter to be safe from Him." Minerva chimed in softly, her voice sad, "I know my father always spoke highly of you and we thought that it would be best if she was raised as a Muggle and not told of her heritage until she receives her Hogwarts letter when she turns 11." Both Wendell and Monica nod silently, Monica whispers, "I'm so sorry Minerva, but you have no need to worry. Your little girl will be safe here with us, and you are always welcome to come visit her whenever you want." Minerva shakes her head as she gently hands her daughter to Monica, tears sparkling in her eyes, fighting to fall, "It's best she doesn't know anything until she's 11." She stands, as does Albus, "Thank you, so much." The pair of heartbroken parents leave the house and apparate back to their quarters at Hogwarts where Minerva finally loses control and falls to her knees sobbing. Albus goes to her and pulls her gently into his arms letting a few tears escape as well as he holds his wife close, letting her cry while rubbing her back softly.