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Chapter 3
Harry stood by Hermione's prone body he recalled the past two hours since Hermione claimed the title of Lady Black. Malfoy she was a Black and a Malfoy much like Draco, would he become closer to the pair now that his best friend was related. Who knows how he will react now that he knows his worst enemy is now is his closest cousin.
Severus stepped out of the floo unsure of his current emotions so much had happened to his apprentice today. Hermione had grown on him is the past few months, sharing the same waters would do that he supposed. As he walked into the room that held the Black family tree he saw Hermione leaning against the wall unconscious with a hint of a smile on her face. Almost like the wall was telling her a story. Severus looked beside Hermione and saw one very worried looking Harry Potter. "Sir I am not sure what do she hasn't woken since she touched the wall. She just slipped down the wall, she occasionally frowns or smiles. What do I do." Harry sighed as he finished his questions. "Well Potter we are to leave her for now. I think the wall is telling her a story that she need to know. Hermione will awaken shortly and be full of questions of her own. Tell her to come to our quarters when she is ready." As quick as he had came into the room Severus was exiting through the floo. Back to see the malfoys and perhaps get a few questions if his own answered.
Harry feeling thoroughly chastised got off the floor. Walking into the kitchen to make some tea for Hermione when she got up from whatever the wall was apparently telling her. Harry sat down at the table to process his thoughts. Dumbledore had lied to all of them again. Hermione was now part of the sacred twenty eight. Harry chuckled a bit thinking what the other purebloods will do once they found out. That ought to be a hoot.
In the other room Hermione was not as Severus thought getting told a story but so much more. It almost felt as if she was getting centuries of black magic running throughout her body, like a million pins and needles. The Black history flashed before her so much had been misconstrued. They were never meant to be a dark a family. Something was stolen from them. That one precious thing taken turning there heart black mad their magic dark. It was Hermione's job to restore the beacon to black family. How though. As she regained consciousness a voice whispered to her you will find answers with your prince.