It was all becoming clear to Hermione. Her secret identity, her hidden past. She was sure she knew who she really was. Hermione paced the library, thinking up a way to find out for sure. A large book on all the pureblood families in the United Kingdom, it was opened to a page with a large family crest. Hermione sat down at the table and read the page thoroughly.

"Malfoy,
Sanctimonia Vincet Semper. (Purity Always Conquers)

The Malfoy family is one of the oldest pureblood families, of whom have like many pureblood families have very recognizable traits in appearance. The Malfoy ancestry typically have children born with pale blonde hair and silver eyes, although it is known that not all children born from this family have inherited these traits.

Typically the Malfoy's of whom attended Hogwarts have always been sorted into the noble house of Slytherin, of which was founded by Salazar Slytherin..."

Hermione's fingers rubbed across the page as tears she hadn't noticed made their way down her cheek and dripped from her chin onto the printed ink. Hermione couldn't think of what she should do. Where can she go from here? Picking up a fresh sheet of parchment and her quill, she dipped it into her ink bottle before composing a letter.

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Dear Mrs Malfoy,
I'd like to start by apologizing if I'm incorrect in my researching. I'm writing this
letter to ask a rather absurd question. I'm sure I'm incorrect but I must know.

I recently received a few letters from a woman of whom claims to be my birth
mother. Within these letters she reveals a lot of information about who she is
but I'm still very confused. Apparently my mother was an amazing woman, of
whom was sadly married into a family of which had different views from her own.
Forcing her to make a difficult choice to protect her children. She had to separated
her infant daughter from her family, and cover it up by faking the child's death. My
mother claims that I was born with pale blonde hair and from my research the
Malfoy's are one of eight families of whom have this ancestral trait.

My birth mother also mentions that she watched me being tortured, and was
helpless to stop it. This made me think of the horrible time I spent with your sister.

The last clue I have is your name. Narcrissa, I'm guessing came from Narcissus,
of which is a type of daffodil and the letters were perfumed with what I'm sure is
daffodils.

So here I go, I'll ask you outright. Are you my mother?

Sincerely
A lost girl

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Hermione made to scrunch up the letter, but stopped at the last moment. With a deep breath she took out an envelope and wrote clearly. Mrs N Malfoy, Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England. Standing, Hermione made her way upstairs in search of Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon.

The pattering of rain against the window brought Hermione to awaken, from her light sleep. Stretching out on her single bed, with a moan. The soft, thick feathered quilt keeping her warm fell to the floor. A gentle mew came from the end of the bed where Crookshanks had been disturbed.

Making her way to the bathroom, Hermione prepared for the day ahead. After going to the toilet, and having a long shower Hermione padded lightly down the hall with only her towel wrapped tightly around her. A light blush warmed her cheeks as she passed Professor Flitwick on her way to her room to get dressed.

Wearing an old Gryffindor shirt and jeans, Hermione tied her hair up in a ponytail high upon her head. A few stray strands of her left in front as a fringe. Clasping the locket that was given to her by her mother she sighed. "Who am I?" Hermione whispered to herself in the mirror as she took up a makeup case. With some light make up that was barely noticeable and a splash of perfume, Hermione was ready to face the day.

Breakfast was a quiet affair, as it had always been since the war. Everyone eating silenty, the only words muttered, were those of, 'pass the bacon' or 'may I have the tea pot?' No one wanting to voice out their thoughts or feelings.

Just as the morning post arrived Teddy came running down the stairs, still dressed in his pajamas. "Mommy? Daddy?" He called out. "Mommy back yet?" Molly burst into tears as she picked up the small boy, still confused as to where his parents were. Everyone's face grew grim, saddened by the reminder of all they had lost. George looked longingly at the vacant chair beside him and a fresh trail of tears spilled down his withdrawn face.

Arthur passed the mail around and a letter landed in front of Hermione's plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, that she'd been pushing around and not really eating. Putting down her fork, Hermione picked up the daffodil scented envelope and opened it reading the words written in the familiar beautiful script in a soft blue ink.

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Dearest Daughter,
There is no need for you to feel lost. I know your scared, I know your upset and
lonely but I'm here for you. I know how you feel. I have been scared for you and
your brother since the day I found out that I was pregnant. I've been lonely in
the world I was forced to live in and I'm sorry that having grown up with muggles
you would have been an outsider. Just remember I sent you away to protect you.
I thought it would be the best place for you.

Your brother has always told me how smart and brilliant you are. I'm sorry your
parents couldn't tell you about me. I'm here for you now. I understand that you
feel close to them because they raised you, just remember I'm here now. With
the Dark Lord gone, you can finally know the truth. My dearest little girl, I'm here
and you'll never lose me again.

Love always
Mother

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With a gasp Hermione dropped the parchment and looked around the room. Minerva sat drinking her tea with her usual pursed lips. Hermione took a deep breath and looking to Minerva she spoke as calmly as she could. "Professor," the five Professors at the table looked up. "Professor McGonagall, could I ask a favor?"

"That would depend on what it was." Minerva replied in her crisp Scottish accent.

"I'd like you to remove some complex glamors that were placed on me as an infant."

Minerva gave her a stern look then stood indicating she should follow. The pair walked up stair and into the library, where Hermione felt almost instantly more comfortable. Minerva took out her wand and proceeded a long list of removal charms to try and return Hermione to her true form.

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