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I'd like to give thanks to the following reviewers: x-Whispers-x, Pooky The Kid, WhenIfeelnumbI'llletyou, coreagurl, and Whitelight72. You guys inspired me to update with your reviews.

I apologize from the mistakes in spelling and grammer for when I reread the story, I noticed many grammer/spelling mistakes.

Princess of all Princesses

Chapter Eleven

"'Slowly, slowly', said the sloth." Apparently her mum took her to a muggle bookstore to watch a random man read a children's novel to muggle children. Shannon was confused, but that didn't stop her from enjoying herself for she recognized the book he was reading was called Mr. Sloth. Her mother had read that story to her many times as she was an infant. It was her favorite story as a child and hearing the story brought back many cheerful memories. One memory that brought tears to her eyes was one that included Shannon and her father.

Hermione and her mother were eating dinner late for that day, Hermione's mother was really busy, so they ended up eating dinner around 8.

"Hermione, Darling, eat your broccolis." Mrs. Granger instructed Hermione. Hermione shook her head. "But Mommy, I don't like broccolis."

"But you need to. They are really healthy and are high in—"

"—Vitamin C, Vitamin K and Calcium. And if I want strong teeth, gums, bones, muscles, or straight, tall posture and a pretty smile, I'll have to eat it." Hermione listed automatically since they did this practically every night. Mrs. Granger smiled, "Exactly, so you're gonna have to eat your broccoli if you want to be pretty and strong"

Hermione pouted, "Fine." She said reluctantly. As she was bringing the green, juicy broccoli to her mouth, Hermione suddenly heard a car drive into the driveway outside. Seeming as Hermione was a Daddy's little girl, she would have this bond that even her mother couldn't understand. So through this bond, she knew immediately it was her father.

Hermione used this opportunity to not eat her broccoli. So she put her fork down and ran towards the door.

"Daddy!" Hermione squealed. Her father had been away for business during the last few months and Hermione had missed him terribly, for she and her father had been very close.

Her father but his briefcase on the floor and opened his arms. "Come here you squirt." He laughed as Hermione came running as fast as her small legs could go, into his arms.

"I missed you Daddy." Hermione told him. "And I you." Was what his response was.

Mr. Granger looked up and saw his wife standing in the door way smiling at the pair and treasuring the moment.

"What are you still doing up?" He asked Hermione. But without even waiting for an answer, he went on. "Come on. Let's get you to bed."

Hermione smiled to herself about the forgotten broccoli. Slowly, her father led her to bed.

"Can you read me a story Daddy?" Hermione wondered, her face hopeful and her adorable puppy face.

"All right squirt." He agreed, eyes shinning.

Hermione smiled brightly.

"Lets read Mr. Sloth shall we?" He asked, smiling lightly.

"Why of course Daddy. What did you think I wanted?" She stated.

"I swear, you act more mature than you look, that's for sure." He cried.

"DADDY!" Hermione said putting her hands on her hips, feigning disappointment. "Mommy said not to say that" shaking her index finger at him. Mr. Granger laughed and twirled his little angel around in a circle, and tucked her in under the warm blankets.

"Very well, time for your story. One day there was a sloth who was taking his daily stroll along Lailou Street. Then suddenly he heard a straining sound of something or someone trying to get free from something. So Mr. Sloth quickly went to the nearby river and saw his friend Miss. Otter stuck underneath a large boulder. 'Oh dear' Mr. Sloth said to no one in particular. 'I'll be right back with help Miss. Otter' Her told her, then ran off to get help. Mr. Otter came back almost 10 seconds later with all his friends that he could find.

They each positioned themselves on one side of the boulder, ready to push. 'Slowly, slowly', said the sloth. So they did push the boulder slowly but steadily. In the end they got the boulder off Miss. Otter and they all lived happily ever after" Mr. Granger looked up from the book and saw his daughter half awake and half asleep. He smiled and tucked her in and gently kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight Daddy" Hermione whispered, "I love you"

"I love you too. Goodnight Hermione" He replied, smiling softly.

Little did Hermione know that night was that those were the last words she ever said to her father, before he died in that one fatal car accident.

"Sweetheart?" Her mother asked softly.

"Huh?" She whispered, giving her mother a reassuring smile.

"There's someone I want you to meet." She gestured to the person standing next to her. Shannon immediately recognized him as the man that was reading Mr. Sloth.

"Hi. My name is Andrew Riddle or how you will later call me Patrick Ahn. I am your grandfather."

A/N: Im sorry for the lack of update, and if you read my author notes, I'm sure you've noticed the constant apologizing of no updates. Recently I've read some pretty amazing stories and I think that it really inspired me to update more often since when I read other stories I hate it when authors die out on the readers so I don't want to do that to you guys.

Also congrats to Pooky The Kid who was our 50th reviewer! You won a role in this story and you'll be contacted for further notice.

Just incase thoese of you didn't notice, The title has been changed from 'Pureblood Granger' to 'Princess of all Princesses'

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