Hello dear readers, for any of you who read the extended version of chapter one (which originally had around 5,000 words) this chapter the second half. I decided that I should split the first chapter into two because there was a great deal of information to take in all at once. I hope you all enjoy it, please review!

JK. Rowling owns these characters and these places, I just decided to shake up her plot.

*Previously*

"Hello Molly, Arthur."

"Marie. What in the name of-. Dear what are you doing here?" Molly Weasley stood in her front door staring dumbly at the young woman with four little girls in her door way. It had been almost nine years since she had last seen Marie.

"Molly, may we please come in? I am so sorry for the hour but I didn't know where else to go."

"Oh my goodness, of course dear, of course please do come in! You're so thin, please this way, you must come into the kitchen and let me make you and your girls something, anything."

The gentle woman made her way quickly through the house as Marie and the girls followed behind her. As they passed under a large staircase the girls looked up and saw quite a few landings, some of which held young boys that were looking down at them curiously.

Once they made it into the kitchen the girls and their mother were all nudged toward the long table that seemed large enough to fit well over a dozen people comfortably. They all sat while they waited for Molly to sit with them.

The young girls sat fascinated as bowls flew around the room filling themselves with ingredients and mixing their contents with other bowls, then as the empty bowls flew over to a sink to wash themselves and return to where they had originally come from. After just a few short moments they all saw cookie-dough spooning itself onto a tray to be baked along with a kettle filling itself with water to boil. Once the cookies were in the oven the kettle was boiling and each girl saw mixed matched cups float down in front of them and watched the kettle float around filling each cup.

"Which type of tea do you like dears?"

They each murmured quiet answers and watched the tea bags of their choice float down and place themselves into the cups. Every girl had wide eyes as they watched the magical commotion around them, and Marie smiled a small tired smile at their amazement.

Once their tea had been made the cookies were ready to come out of the oven and more magic pulled the tray into the air and sifted the cookies onto a large platter and it placed itself in the center of the table. Once everything had finished setting itself back into its original place Molly sat in front of a cup of untouched tea.

"Alrighty dears, tell me what happened." She said as she looked intently at Marie. She glanced over at the young girls and realized that they were all looking at her in amazement. She thought about it for a moment before she realized what had happened. These girls had never witnessed so much magic.

"They didn't know you are magical did they?" she asked Marie.

"No…"

"And why not?" Molly said slightly cross. These girls deserved to know that they were magical, they deserved to know that their mother is magical.

"I haven't done magic in almost nine years Molly…"

"Why, Marie?" She had a feeling that she knew.

"Because John did not approve."

"What has he done to you Marie?"

"I-it doesn't matter anymore Molly. He can't find us anymore."

Mollies temper rose, if he had hurt Marie, or worse the children, nothing would stop Molly Weasley in trying to hunt down that man and castrating him.

"The girls don't know Molly. I have not told them anything… They don't know about Dean."

All the while the girls were sitting quietly listening at the table. They all had a very close relationship with their mother and knew that no matter what happened or what their mother had done they would still love her.

Molly looked over at the young girls who had so far been quiet and well behaved and extremely polite. After glancing over at Marie again she decided to give them some privacy to talk.

"Well Marie, I must go check on my boys and Ginny, I am sure that they are all beside themselves with curiosity. It might be a while before I get them all settled again but… use this time to talk to them."

"I will Molly… thank you, so much. For everything."

As Molly walked out of the kitchen I looked at my girls. My sweet, wonderful, girls. They deserved answers and I was going to give them. Tonight. Nothing would be held back.

"Mum? Who is Dean?" Hermione asked. The other three girls nodded in question as well.

"Well, dears… Dean is your fathers' name.

"But mum… daddies name is John…" Lilie said.

"Well darling, John is not actually your father… Before you ask any more questions I must tell you a story… my story. You all know that when someone gets married they take their husbands last name, correct?" All the girls nodded.

"And you know that the persons original last name is their maiden name, correct?" again they nodded.

"Well before I married your fath-, before I married John, my last name was White, and before that my last name, my maiden name, was Black." Hermione opened her mouth to ask a question but her mother shook her head.

"Just a moment dear, you will get all of your answers, in due time. When I was a young girl I lived here, in the magical world. My family was a very large and prominent one here. But they were not good people. My name then was Marie Carina Black, I had three sisters, Narcissa, Andromeda, and Bellatrix. Andromeda was the oldest, then Bellatrix, Narcissa, and then there was me. We all went to Hogwarts when we were younger. I don't know how much you know of Hogwarts but there are four different houses that the children are sorted into, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. The Black family had always been sorted into Slytherin, for centuries. Until my first year. My cousin Sirius and I were not sorted into Slytherin. We were sorted into Gryffindor. Our parents hated us for it. We were nearly disowned. But they tolerated us. During my years at Hogwarts I became friends with many of the same people that my cousin did. James Potter, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Frank Longbottom, just to name a few. There was also another boy. Dean White. He was in the year above my friends and I; but he seemed to follow me around. We began dating in my sixth year, and his seventh. Once he graduated I completed my sixth year and we were married that summer after my graduation. Not long after I became pregnant with you Hermione." She said with a gentle smile in Hermiones' direction.

"You were the best thing that we could have hoped for. But my mother hated my marriage. She abhorred Dean. She had always wanted me to marry a Slytherin man, the only redeeming quality that he had in her eyes was the fact that he was a pureblooded wizard. You see, in the magical world non-magical people are called muggles, a child born of a pureblood witch or wizard and a muggle is called a half-blood, and a witch or wizard that is born to muggle parents is called a muggle-born. My family was in support of a dark wizard then, a man called Lord Voldemort, who was all for blood supremacy. This meant that he did not want magical folk to mix with muggles. He believed that purebloods should be the ruling race of the world and that muggles and any witch or wizard with non-magical blood in their veins should die. Because they supported this they were just glad that the pureblood tradition had lived on with me, otherwise I would have been disowned and most likely put on the top of their list of people to hand over to the Dark Lord."

"That sounds horrible mother."

"It was Alice… But Dean and I pushed forward and our first daughter, Hermione Cassiopeia White was born. Yes dear, your actual last name is White."

Hermione sat there astounded… her whole life she had thought that her name was Granger, but here her mother was telling her otherwise.

"After you were born dear I had taken you to my mothers for a short visit, you were the first grandchild that she would accept. Andromeda had married a half-blood man and she had been disowned and her daughter Nymphadora was not accepted by my mother as a grandchild. Draco, Narcissas' son had yet to be born, so you were her 'first' grandchild. The visit soon turned sour and my mother tried to curse Dean, but I jumped in front of him and the curse hit me. It was meant to cause his age to slowly reverse so that instead of getting old, he would become younger as the years passed. But the curse was only meant for men, so when it hit me, the curse caused me to start aging very slowly, and my senses became very clear. I can smell, see, and hear very well. It also caused me to become strong and fast; not inhumanly so, but nearly. That is when my marriage with Dean started to go south. Then when Hermione was around six months old Dean and I split. I found John and he found a woman named Jennifer. We had met up a few times for him to see Hermione, but old feelings crept up on us and we had a small fling, this is where you three come in." She said smiling at Lizzi, Alice, and Lilie.

"After our fling, I found out that I was pregnant again, but at the time I did not know it was triplets. So I went to talk to Dean one last time, intending on telling him that I was pregnant again, and I knew that the baby, well babies, were his because John and I had not slept together. But when I got there he seemed agitated and when I confronted him he told me that he was happy with Jennifer. He seemed to think that I was trying to get back together with him, we both knew that we did not love each other anymore, so instead of telling him I left. He went back to Jennifer and I went back to John. At the time I thought that John had everything that a woman could want; love, security, and he was even wonderful with you Hermione. And when I told him about you three he seemed so understanding and kind. He said that he would help raise you even though you weren't his kids to raise. So he proposed to me, and I said yes, but I hadn't told him I was a witch yet. When I did it was a few months before our wedding and he nearly left me. He made me promise that I would quit using my magic. That we would hide your heritage from you. Then he asked me if I could change your hair and eye color, he told me it was so that you would all believe that you were his children and so no one would ask where you all got your looks from. He even asked me to change my hair color so that I didn't look to beautiful, 'so that no one would try to steal me away' from him. I thought it was romantic at first. We could all be a family that didn't have to worry about the past. My children would be the Grangers, muggle-borns with brown eyes and hair, they would have a mother and father that loved them and we would all be safe and happy. But then John changed. He… he started to hit me. Whenever I did a little piece of magic… then whenever I spoke about it. So when Hermione got her letter this morning and when Ms. Minerva came over, he became angry and demanded that she not go to Hogwarts. He said that if it came to it he would move onto you children instead of hurting me. And no one is going to hurt my children. I slapped him so hard that he was knocked out. Then I found my wand, packed my things, you four packed up and apparated us here." She looked down at the table in front of her and at the cold cup of tea that she had barely touched.

"Could you girls ever forgive me? I just wanted what is best for you all… I didn't know what else to do."

"Mother we could never hate you!" said the triplets.

"They are right mother. If we were in the same position as you we would have done the same. You thought you were doing what is best. No one can fault you for that."

"What did I do in my past life to deserve such wonderful children as you?" Marie asked with her eyes full of unshed tears.

"Mother? You said that you changed our looks? So that we looked more like fath-… him?"

"Yes dear… I did."

"If that's true then what do we really look like?"

"Would you like me to remove your glamour's? And mine as well?"

"Yes, we want to look like ourselves, not the man that hurt you."

Marie smiled at her daughters, then raised her wand.

"You might feel a bit of wind and a slight chill, but there won't be any pain," she said.

All of a sudden the triplets' wild masses of curls tamed to thick waves and the mousy brown color darkened to a rich black. Their eyes which had been hidden behind a mud brown now shown brilliantly, so silver that they would glow in the dark. Their features became much more delicate, with high cheekbones and a thin pointed nose. Their faces became thinner and paler as well but they were not ghostly white, they still had a delicate rosy pink color about them. Most sets of triplets don't happen naturally and they were almost never identical but Lizzi, Alice, and Lilie were. They were very rare, natural and all identical. They were definitely unique.

Then her mother raised her wand and pointed it at her. As her mother had warned her she felt a chill and she felt a slight wind. When she looked over into her reflection of one of the gleaming pots she saw something that truly amazed her. Her wild and untamable brown hair was now in gentle jet black curls that were nearly ringlets. Her face had paled as well, and thinned, like her sisters' had. Her nose had become thinner and more defined, and her cheekbones had risen, she looked delicate. She looked nothing like the scruffy girl that she had been raised to think that she was. Even her two extremely large front teeth had shrunken into a more appropriate size. The last thing that Hermione took notice of was her eyes. No longer were they a muddy brown. They were ice blue with an inner ring of bottle green. Her mother called it sea green. All of the girls finally felt as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders.

"What about you mother?"

As it turned out their mother was much thinner than they had expected and she was even quite a bit shorter. Her bones were narrow and she looked much like Hermione just older. Her curls darkened to black as well and her face thinned, and her nose narrowed, and her cheeks rose. But her eyes weren't blue or silver, they were a very light almost silvery green. They were all quite alike and very beautiful.

Marie took a deep breath, finally feeling as though she could breathe. After having such heavy magic placed upon her body for so long she felt much lighter.

"You're beautiful." All of the girls breathed.

"Just like my wonderful daughters." Marie said. She then stood and embraced all of her girls, finally free, finally themselves.

"Alright Molly you can come back in, I know you've been listening." Marie said in a sing song tone. She was absolutely giddy. Her daughters didn't hate her and they were so beautiful. Molly walked back into the room and gasped when she saw them all standing there without their glamour's.

"Oh my dears, you are all so beautiful, I could just cry. I'll never understand why you changed yourself in the first place Marie but I am so glad that you are back! Ohh and I just adore your children. Oh my, your tea has gone cold! Shall I make you all some fresh?"

"Oh no thank you Molly I think it would be best if we got the girls to bed, it has been an odd night for them. Then in the morning they can meet the boys, Ginny, and Arthur properly."

"Oh of course, of course, how silly of me just come right through here I've transfigured the living room couches into beds for the five of you. The triplets will want to be on one bed of course and then Marie and Hermione you can stay on the other, dears, unless the five of you would like one bed? I could merge them if you would like?"

The girls all looked up at their mother excitedly.

"Please mother, may we sleep with you tonight?"

"Of course dears, Molly would you please merge them? I think we are all in for some mother daughter cuddle time."

"Of course love, it's no trouble at all," she said with a beaming smile for them all. The girls rushed after Molly to watch the magic take place, but Marie just walked calmly looking over the house she hadn't seen in so long. Once she had made it to the large living room Marie saw all of her girls, all huddled, in the sleep clothes that they had arrived in on the large fluffy bed that Molly had made for them.

"Molly I don't know what I would do without you. I am so sorry that I haven't been in touch. I completely abandoned the wizarding world then I come barging into your house years later. I feel horrible. I am so sorry. Could you ever forgive me?"

"My dear girl, you were forgiven the moment you left."

Hello again readers. I know Hermione and the girls seem to just jump on board with their new looks and they seem just fine with what their mother has done but you have to remember, Hermione is her own person and she has a wonderful mind. If she had such an intellectual mid she would take all of the facts and come up with the best solution to her problem. In this case she took all of the facts and decided that she liked how she looked now.

I hope you are enjoying reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it. Please review!