A/N: Sorry about the cliffhangerish ending. I'm not usually one to use them, but it seemed like a good place to end the chapter. Here we find some startling revelations for our fab five.

Ron gulped. "We've killed her!"

Neville knelt by the woman's body, feeling for a pulse. "She's still alive. She's just fainted."

Ron breathed a heavy sigh of relief while Harry rolled his eyes.

"We should probably move her to the couch or something," Harry said. "I'm sure she's not very comfortable on the floor." He and Neville lifted her body and carried her to the sofa. The teens all gathered around the woman's body, waiting for her to come to. Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes and screamed. The quintet all took a few steps back. The old woman sat up.

"I'm sorry dears, you just gave me a fright. I didn't expect you so soon."

"You knew we would be coming?" Harry asked, brows knitted together. "How?"

"It was prohecized long ago that you five would come to see me. It appears that it is the right time for me to tell you what has been hidden from you." Ten confused eyes looked back at her. "Please have a seat, and allow me to introduce myself. I'm Lady Hermia LeGrange. You are quite obviously Harry Potter, but I do hope your companions won't mind introducing themselves." She gestured to Neville.

"I'm Neville Longbottom," he said nervously.

"Frank and Alice's son?" she asked. He nodded. "Yes, you live with Augusta, correct?" He nodded again. "Very good. Now, you my dear," she said, looking at Luna.

"I'm Luna Lovegood," she said. "My father runs The Quibbler."

"Do thank him for that lovely article on nargles in the mistletoe. I was extra-careful when inspecting mine this year." Luna beamed.

"Judging from that hair of yours," Lady LeGrange said to Ron, "you must be a Weasley."

"Yes ma'am," he said. "My parents are Molly and Arthur."

"You look very much like your uncle Fabian. Have you been told that?"

"Mum might've mentioned it once or twice," he said, ears turning pink.

"That leaves you my dear," she said, staring intently at Hermione.

"I'm Hermione Granger. I'm muggle-born." There was a hint of amusment in lady LeGrange's eyes at this.

"It's lovely to meet you all. Would you like some tea?"

"Sure."
"That would be lovely."
"Thank you."

Lady LeGrange poured tea for all of them. "Get comfortable dears, for I have a story to tell you."

They all leaned back in their chairs, their full attention on her.

"I assume you are familiar with the four founders of Hogwarts, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw." All five nodded. "What few people know is that two of the founders were romantically linked." Hermione's eyes widened. "In fact, they were secretly married." Luna let out a small gasp.

"When Godric Gryffindor was killed, his wife, Rowena Ravenclaw, was with child." Ron's jaw fell open. "Nobody knew about their secret marriage, and Rowena was forced to go into hiding for her protection, as well as that of her unborn child. She gave birth to a son, from who I am directly descended."

Realization dawned on Harry. "So that would make you the heiress of Gryffindor AND Ravenclaw?"

"I suppose so, yes."

"Do you have any children?" Hermione asked. "Surely you'd need to keep the bloodline alive."

"I did, in fact, have a son. He and his wife were killed during the first war."

"So there aren't any heirs after you?" Ron asked.

"My uncle was a Squib, and wanted nothing to do with the magical world. He moved to a Muggle town and changed his last name. He never told his children about magic, and they never told their children about it. It's basically a Muggle branch on the family tree. My daughter-in-law gave birth to a baby girl shortly before they were killed. For her own protection, she was sent to live with my uncle's grandson and his wife."

That's when it hit Harry. I know why she looks familiar! Those eyes...they're the same as-

"Very good, Mr. Potter," Lady LeGrange smiled. "You have in fact figured it out." Noticing the shocked look on his face, she added, "I'm a telepath. It's a trait I received from Rowena Ravenclaw."

"That makes sense," Harry said, "because sometimes I swear she can do it too." Lady LeGrange nodded.

"What are you two talking about?" Ron asked. "The rest of us would like to know."

"Go on and tell them, Mr. Potter."

"It's Hermione!" he said, turning to her. "Mione, you're her granddaughter! You're descended from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw!"

"That's ridiculous," Hermione said. My parents are Muggles-"

"With the last name of Granger, which my uncle changed his name to. Sounds a lot like LeGrange, doesn't it?"

"You mean, I'm not Muggle-born?" she asked.

"No, my dear. You're a pureblood."

Ron snorted. "Imagine what Malfoy would say if he knew!"

"Hermione," Harry said. "You have her eyes."

Luna looked from Hermione to Hermia. "It's true."

"You were named after me as well,"

"This is a lot to take in," Hermione said. Harry put his arm around her.

"What does this have to do with this prophecy?" he asked.

"Mr. Longbottom, would you kindly tell your friends your mother's maiden name?" Hermia asked.

"Smith," he said, "but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Do you see your mother's family often?"

"No, not really. I used to visit her parents in the summer before they died."

"And did your grandmother ever tell you about her aunt Hepzibah?"

"Hepzibah Smith? Are you serious?" Harry asked.

"How do you know about her?" Neville asked.

"Dumbledore's pensieve. Voldemort stole Hufflepuff's cup from her. She was a descendant."

"You mean I'm descended from Hufflepuff?" Neville asked in disbelief.

"This is getting too weird," Ron muttered.

"I assume you've filled in Mr. Longbottom and Miss Lovegood on horcruxes?" Hermione nodded. "Good. You five are going to be destroying the remaining ones."

"What?" Neville asked. "I can't do that...I don't know how!"

"You will, my dear boy. You have to destroy the cup. No one else will be able to do it."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"The cup rightfully belongs to his family, including him. The relics can only be freed of Voldemort's soul by the rightful owners."

"But we're still missing a Slytherin," Harry said.

Hermia laughed. "Silly boy! YOU will be destroying Slytherin's locket."

Harry's eyes were huge. "I can not possibly be related to Slytherin."

"No, you're not. Voldemort is. And when he transferred some of his powers to you, he transferred a bit of himself as well. That is why you are able to speak Parsletongue. The transfer of this ability gives you a small claim as heir."

"So I destroy the locket, Neville destroys the cup, and Hermione destroys whatever he has of Ravenclaw's."

"Correct."

"Hey, what about us?" Ron asked.

"Mr. Weasley, you and Miss Lovegood have a very difficult task indeed, but it could turn out to be the most important." Ron beamed. "You two must destroy Nagini." Ron's beam quickly faded to a look of horror.

"We have to kill his pet snake?"

"It has been foretold," Hermia said. "This is the way it must be."

"We'll be fine Ronald," Luna said gently. "You know we have to do this." Ron nodded.

"How do you know all of this?" Harry asked.

"Dumbledore and I had kept in close contact since the first war. It was on his suggestion that I send you to my distant cousin, Hermione," Hermia said. "I didn't want to, but I knew it must be done. You were a target."

"Me? Why was I a target?" Hermione squeaked.

"You have a great power inside of you, and Voldemort knew this. It was foretold before either of you were born that you would help Harry fight Voldemort. He figured it would be in his best interest to kill you both. I'm happy to say that he failed on both counts."

"So is that why my...parents...were killed? Because he was trying to get to me?"

"Unfortunately dear, that is why. You were here with me the night they were killed, but Voldemort did not know that."

Hermione was crying. Harry held her, hardly believing all of this. She's just like me. This must be horrible for her to find out. It pains me to see her like this. More damn prophecies...do they ever end?

He gently wiped the tears from her eyes and gave her a soft kiss. "It'll be okay, love," he whispered. She nodded.

Hermia smiled to herself. Well, it looks like the prophecy will be fulfilled much sooner than Dumbledore expected.

"You'll all stay here tonight, of course. No sense in you sleeping in a tent when I have more than enough space."

"Why is there a tunnel going from my parents' house to your house?" Harry asked.

"That, my dear boy, is a story for another time," she smiled sadly.