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Sorry it been too long since I've to post new chapter writing in pen then to type it up and post it takes a while to do it i'll try my best to post next chapter faster.
I'm starting to get a bit of help the rest of this story will a few more twist and turns. My Beta Reader had a few ideas that made more sense to able to stick to DH. okay so maybe i wont be changing this story as much as i thought i would on this site my beta reader is making so much changes that i think i'll do it both ways leaving this one as is and the other one as she feels like taking it.
Chapter 3
Bellatrix stood up to look at the tree her husband spoke of and there her daughter was, Bella Marie Lestrange. "It's such a shame that the Muggles couldn't use her given name. I write to them often and they always tell me how proud they are of her." Bellatrix sighed as she traced the name with her fingers.
Rodolphus placed his hand gently on her shoulder. "Bella, you still look troubled. Do you have anything else on your mind?"
Bellatrix turned to face him with some trepidation. "We're bringing our daughter home after all these years. You know that the Malfoys are Veelas, and Veelas have visions of their mates when they come of age. Draco came into his heritage and our daughter is his mate."
Her husband was aghast at this. "But that can't be! They are cousins, it would be wrong. We couldn't possibly let them get mated." He looked askance at Lucius. "You can't be considering this, surely. Could you?"
Lucius glanced at Bellatrix and she knew it was time to come clean about her parentage. She squared her shoulders and said, "Actually, they're not related at all. My family and the Blacks were very close. When my parents died in a horrible accident and I needed a home, I was adopted into the Black family. I had no other living relatives to take me in. You see, for a long time the Blacks thought they couldn't have kids. They tried for many years and they were more than happy to have me become a part of their family. After I did, they were finally blessed with children they'd always wanted."
Rodolphus relaxed marginally. "Oh, I see. But that still leaves a problem. When and how are we going to tell our daughter who and what she is?"
"Well, I thought I'd write a letter to her parents informing them of the situation at hand and that we would be coming by to pick her up."
She quickly jotted down the notes, folded both letters and summoned a house elf. "Give this to Mr. and Mrs. Granger when they're alone and make sure that my daughter does not know you were there," she instructed.
The house elf bobbed his head and popped out of the room without a noise. She faced the men with a smile on her face. "I told them we would be at their residence at 9 A.M. They probably are up and getting breakfast ready as we speak."
At the Granger's house, the house elf appeared in front of the startled Grangers in their dining room. "My mistress asked Flopsy to deliver her letter. Here you go, Mr. Granger, sir." Flopsy popped out of sight with a bow. Mr. Granger warily opened the letter and read it to his wife.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger,
I hate to do this to you when you have raised and kept my daughter safe. But you also knew that this day would come. She is no longer safe with you and her friends are putting her in harm's way. When it's safe for her to do so, she will be allowed to visit you whenever she pleases. I could never keep her from you. We will be there at 9 o'clock.
Sincerely,
Bellatrix
P.S. Please inform her that she has a glamour charm on her and that it will be taken off when I get there. Give her the letter that I have enclosed with this.
Jean's hand flew to her mouth, "Oh, Greg, what do we do? They're going to take Hermione away from us! We were aware that it would happen but I never thought it'd be so soon. She said that Hermione is no longer safe with us."
Greg put a comforting arm around his wife's shoulder. "But we will be able to see her as soon as it's safe again."
"How do we tell her all of this? Maybe we should call her now, sit her down and get it over with. We'll tell her the truth about her birth and give her the letter. I hope she forgives us for not telling her before." Jean tried to compose herself. "Go ahead and call her down."
Greg gave his wife's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Hermione dear, please come down here."
Hermione came down the stairs and instantly saw that something was wrong. Her mother was wringing her hands and her father refused to meet her gaze. She listened as the people who had brought her up haltingly told her the truth about her origins as they knew it. They gave her the letter that her birth mother had written to her. She looked at her parents with no small amount of disbelief as they walked out of the dining room to give her some time to think. She was in a trance-like state as she read the letter.
My dearest daughter,
Please forgive me for not raising you myself. I thought you would be safer with Muggles. But you no longer are, thanks to your friends. The Dark Lord wants you dead, of which you are well aware, and it will not happen as long as I'm alive. I will be coming for you today. You may hate us for what we are but you have to understand that we were raised a certain way and I didn't want that for you. I will tell you everything when I arrive.
Your loving mother,
Bella
When she reread the name on the letter, she remembered someone with that name. No, she thought to herself, it couldn't be her. But the way she had called Voldemort the "Dark Lord," it would mean her mother was the Death Eater who'd tortured Neville's parents and killed Sirius. She looked at her watch and there were only a few minutes left until her biological parents showed up. She found her parents in the living room. "I better get my things packed away. Please call me when they arrive; I have questions for them."
Back at the manor, Bella didn't want to wait anymore. She wanted to retrieve her daughter right away. Rodolphus looked upon his wife as she paced in the library. "Darling, please calm down. We'll leave now if you want to. It'll take us a while to get there; I doubt that their fireplace is a part of the Floo network."
He faced Lucius with a wry smile. "Lucius, why don't you take Bellatrix there? I don't think she can do it in her state. I won't be able to come with; I have a prior engagement."
Lucius replied a smirk of his own. "Sure. She's likely to Splinch herself in her state. May I have your hand, Bellatrix?" Bellatrix sniffed indignantly and held out her hand. Lucius caught a hold of it and Apparated close to the Granger's residence, out of sight of the Muggles. They walked the rest of the way to the house and were greeted at the door by Greg Granger.
"Hello, why don't you come in? Bellatrix, can't say it's good to see you under the circumstances, you understand. Hermione took the news quite well. She says she has questions for you," he said as he led them in to the living room.
Bellatrix heaved a sigh of relief. "That is good news. I just hope that she understands why I did what I did." She heard a cough at her elbow. "Forgive me, where are my manners. This is Lucius Malfoy, my brother-in-law. Lucius gave me the courage to come for my daughter and take her somewhere else until it is safe."
Greg put his hand out. "Hi, I'm Greg Granger this is my wife Jean. Please take a seat, won't you?"
When they were all seated, the Grangers called for Hermione and waited for her to come join them. Hermione walked into the room, dread-filled. A part of her was shocked when she looked at the occupants of the room while the other part of her had expected this. She took a deep breath. "Hello mother."
Well this is how i plan on doing there is my original and this the one with the help of my beta reader Naeryna
