The Grangers stood at their door, staring at a young woman standing there. She was visibly pregnant, by the looks of it, she was ready to have the baby.

"Can we help you miss?" Mr. Granger asked, his hand still on the doorknob.

"Are you the Grangers?" The young girl asked, hardly above a whisper.

"Yes we are. My name is Amber and this is my husband Sam. What is your name?"

"Abigail Riddle. I'm sorry to intrude on the two of you so late, but I need to talk to you." Amber walked outside and wrapped her arm around Abigail.

"You can talk to us dear. Why don't you come in out of the cold." Mr. Granger opened the door more to allow the two women into the house. Amber led Abigail into the living room, and helped her sit down in the chair. Then Amber sat down on the couch next to her husband, taking his hand into hers. They sat there for a few minutes, nobody saying anything.

"Well, Ms. Riddle, what brings you to our door?" Sam asked, breaking the ice. Abigail rubbed her hands together.

"I was just wondering if you two were still interested in adoption." It was at that time that there was the sound of a baby crying. Amber rushed up and made her way upstairs. She returned a few moments later, with a sobbing baby boy in her arms. She handed him over to Sam. He placed the boy on his lap. The baby stopped crying. "How old is he?"

"Jacob is almost two. He'll be two in a couple of weeks. Now, where were we?"

"She was just asking if we wanted to adopt her baby."

"Well, what do you want to do Sam?"

"When are you due?"

"Any day now. If you don't want to adopt my baby, just tell me now and I'll leave." Abigail attempted to get up.

"We don't want you to leave. Sam is only trying to get some information, that's all. He's angry because we can no longer have children of our own. After I had Jacob, I was forced to have an operation and it cause me to be fertile. I never forgave myself for not giving Sam any more children."

"Amber, it isn't your fault that you couldn't have any more children. I was just wondering when she was due. That doesn't mean that we can't adopt har baby. I just want to know some things before I agree to this."

"Like what Sam? What kind of stuff do you want to know about her?"

"Well, how old are you Ms. Riddle?"

"I will be nineteen in December. I'm in excellent health, have no diseases that can be transmitted to the baby."

"Why do you want to give up your baby?"

"My father is a very powerful man. If he finds out about this baby, he'll take it from me and I'll never see it again. He'll turn it against me, like he did with me. I don't want my child to grow up without knowing the mother. And this is mostly to protect the baby. From his or her granfather."

"Is your father a murderer or something?"

"Sam! What makes you think of something like that?"

"Its okay Mrs. Granger. I'll answer that question. My father has done horrible things, things that would cause him to be killed. I don't want my child to be put in the middle. Mrs. Granger, if you were in my position, wouldn't you want to keep the one thing in your life that is important safe? My child means everything to me. I can't bear to think about what my father would do to it. Please, take my baby, raise it as if it was your own." Both Sam and Amber looked to each other and then at Jacob. They then looked back at Abigail.

"We will be glad to take your baby from you. Is there a specific name you want to give to it?"

"Yes, I would like the name Hermione, if it's a girl. If it's a boy, I would like his name to be Jayden"

"Alright then, Hermione or Jayden it is. The only thing that we ask of you is to call us when you are about to have the baby, so that we can come and see it."

"Do you want us to tell the baby about you when he or she gets older?"

"I would like it if you didn't tell it. And I wish to be alone with my child just for a few moments before you take it home."

"Alright. What about the father? Will he want to see the child as well?"

"The father is not involved in this child's life. He doesn't want anything to do with me. I can't say that I blame him. Once he found out who I was, he ran away. I haven't seen him since."

"Well, that takes care of everything. If you will excuse me, I am going to put Jacob to bed." Amber took Jacob and took him upstairs.

"Well, it's getting late and I really should be going. Thank you so much Mr. Granger." Abigail got up from the chair and walked into the entrance foyer. She buttoned up her coat and left.

TWO WEEKS LATER

"Sam, that was the hospital. Abigail had the baby!" Amber yelled up the stairs. Sam was in the nursery, putting on the finishing touches. Sam threw down everything and ran downstairs. He grabbed the keys and they rushed out the door. They made it to the hospital in record time.

"Doctor, how is the baby?"

"The baby is fine. Both her and her mother are fine." They had a daughter. Hermione Jane Granger.

"When can we take her home?"

"Day after tomorrow if you would like. Also, the mother, Abigail would like to spend some time with the baby."

"That's fine. She can spend as much time with the baby as she wants."

Two days later, the Grangers, with Jacob alongside, welcomed baby Hermione into their home. Nobody had any idea of the special gift that Hermione had. Or of how powerful her grandfather would affect her life. They didn't know that Hermione was a witch.

This is my first fan fic. so please r&r. Thanks. malfoy4ever06 ;)