Disclaimer- I forgot one of these the last chapter, oops, oh well. Any ways I don't own any of this except maybe the plot but I'm not even sure about that.
AN: Thanks for the reviews(: oh, and if you don't know, punnett squares are graph thingies used to determine the possible genetic outcomes of offspring and their probability. Okay I probably spelled punnett wrong and my explanation made little to no sense, but two blue-eyed people can't have a brown-eyed kid, and since I can't explain biology and health if my life depended on it, you're just going to have to take my word for it on the whole eye-color thingy, Ok! Whew! Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Beautiful
"No Hermione, I'm sorry," Minerva said, she kissed Hermione's forehead and broke the embrace.
"Huh?" Hermione was dumbfounded, what was going on here?
"Ok, well your parents have told you that you're adopted, right?" Minerva asked.
"Yeah, ages ago, when I was about ten I learned about punett squares and figured that I was genetically impossible since both my parents have blue eyes and mine are brown. I asked them about it and they told me. Why?" Hermione recounted the story still lost as to the point of her characteristically blunt Professor.
Minerva took a deep breath and let it out. "Well, about two months after that happened," Hermione fully understood the "that" that her teacher was referring to, "I found out I was pregnant."
(18 years ago… give or take a few months)
"I'm sorry Minerva," Poppy, looking down at her feet, told Minerva. She didn't voice the results, she didn't need to.
"Thank You Poppy," Minerva said, staring straight ahead, swallowing the lump in her throat.
Madame Pomfrey left, she knew broken bones and bruises, not this, which left Minerva to battle with her emotions.
The women felt the tears they had been fighting trickle out.
(July of that year)
" I won't let that happen to mine," Minerva thought protectively placing her hand on her stomach as she left the street of the Dursley household. Those people were horrible. God, she didn't know what unknown horrors awaited Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and frankly she did not want to know. No, she would not let that happen to hers. She had research to do.
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(7 months later)
Minerva stared down at her daughter, the baby's beautiful brown eyes gazing up into her own. She kissed the baby's forehead, tears trickled down her face and landed on the baby girl causing the infant to start crying for the first time. She knew she couldn't keep her, and had been readying herself for that, oh if the Death Eaters found out… but it hurt just the same, having to give her up.
"What are you going to name her?" Poppy asked, watching the new mother and her child.
"Hermione," Minerva said, smiling down at her baby and reminiscing, "It was my grandmother's name."
Poppy went to her office to record the birth and send the record off to the hospital. Minerva spent the thirty minutes acquainting herself with her child, who tugged and played with the strands of Minerva's hair that had come loose.
"So…have you decided?" Poppy questioned, having returned from her work.
"Yes, I picked the Grangers, a muggle family that can't have kids," Minerva replied, she still hadn't broken eye contact with her daughter.
"A muggle family?" Poppy questioned.
"Yes, I want her to be happy as far away from this You-Know-Who nonsense as possible," Minerva said.
"But what about when she comes to Hogwarts?" Poppy asked.
"I don't know"
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(About a week or so later)
Minerva laid the basket on the porch and kissed the sleeping child's forehead. She then went behind the spirea bushes adorning the house and became the tabby, where she waited for the Grangers to open the door.
Herbert Granger sipped coffee from a yellow mug with a happy face on it that said, "Have a nice day!," and opened the door to get the paper.
"Uh, Lisa?" Herbert motioned for his wife to come. "What? Can't you grab the paper yourself, the eggs are going to burn," Lisa Granger went to the door. "Oh my God!" Lisa scooped up the child.
"Hey look," Herbert noticed the letter that Minerva had written and untied it from the handle of the basket and read it out loud to his wife. It told them that the baby's name was Hermione and the child's birthday, and to take good care of her.
The baby woke up and Lisa let out a small oh of surprise. "Umm, dear?" Herbert said to his wife, dropping his right hand that held the letter to his side. "Isn't she beautiful?" Lisa whispered to her husband. "Of course she is, but dear I think the eggs are burning," Lisa gave the infant to her husband, who immediately started playing with the baby, and Lisa ran inside to try to salvage breakfast.
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(Back to the future!…meaning present…. I just wanted to say that)
"So…so you're my mother?" Hermione said, grasping what McGonagall was saying. Minerva nodded her head. "And…and my…my father's some Death Eater?" Minerva nodded again. They sat in silence for a while, nibbling at the chocolate.
"So…" Minerva braced herself, fearing the girl would be enraged, " Why… why didn't you tell me before?" Hermione asked, no anger present in her voice, only curiosity and apprehension.
"I…I don't know…I wanted to, I really did, but I couldn't," Minerva replied.
Hermione asked some questions after that, which Minerva answered. The memories in the pensive were blurry because Minerva had lost her glasses and could barely see without them. She had gotten out of the place once whatever they had done ,a potion or spell, wore off and she used uncontrolled magic and burned the whole place down.
"Why…did they go after you?" Hermione asked.
"……." She was met with silence from her Professor, uhhh mother, uhh oh whatever!
"Hey, look at the time, I'd better be going now," Hermione said, noting the change in her mentor's demeanor and the long paused lack of reply. She looked at her wrist and realized she had left her watch in her room.
"Goodnight Hermione," Minerva whispered.
"Goodnight," Hermione hugged Minerva and headed off towards Gryffindor tower.
AN: YAY! Another chapter done! This one's a tad bit longer than the others… It jumped around a bit and the next chapters might be a little like that, haven't decided yet, along with ships, whether or not this will have any, and if so what they will be, hmmmm……… Please review(: