Hermione took a deep breath. "Why are we waiting for Professor Snape?"
"Please be patient, my dear, he will be here soon and we will explain. I know this is a lot to deal with but I promise you I will help you with anything you may need," Narcissa told her. "I have always wanted to have a daughter, you know."
Hermione gently took Narcissa's hand. "I really appreciate that. All of this is... terrifying. To find out that someone who has tried to kill you several times is..."
Antonin looked at her. "Hermione, I know this doesn't make up for it, but I am truly sorry."
"I appreciate you saying it." She looked at Thorfinn next, and the wizard winked at her.
"I might annoy you, sweetheart, but I'm sorry I tried to kill you, or, you know, your friends."
Hermione was getting ready to say something when the door slammed open. Severus Snape barged in, black robes billowing as he walked, a basin under his arm.
The man cast a glance around the room and smirked. "I see no one is dead. Yet."
I didn't realize that Professor Snape had a sense of humor.
"No time like the present." He set the basin on a table and uncorked a potion vial. "Miss Granger, or whatever you are going by now, I'll need a drop of your blood."
Hermione paled a little bit as she stood up. She walked over to him and held out her hand as she looked away. Even after everything, she still didn't like the sight of blood.
Her former Potions Professor took a small dagger out from his robe. She felt the blood drain from her face further when she felt the dagger's edge dig into her finger, slicing the skin.
She started to become nauseous like she was going to get sick. Just then, she felt someone gently wrap their arms around her waist. She turned, only to see Thorfinn supporting her. "What are you doing?" she asked him.
"I was keeping my beautiful fiancé from passing out," Thorfinn told her.
"I wasn't going to pass out. I'm fine" she said, pulling herself out of his arms.
Severus met Antonin's gaze, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on passing between the two before he spoke, "She is definitely your daughter."
Hermione pushed past the two standing wizards. Needing to see the results herself, she stared at the liquid inside the basin.
Natasha Grace Dolohov
Father: Antonin Dolohov
Mother: Annika Dolohov
Pureblood
