A/N Welcome once again to another chapter. I'm glad you all enjoyed the double update yesterday and there will be another on the 25th of October. Progress update: This story has been written up to chapter 30 and I hope to have 31 and 32 done today. I still don't have an estimate for how long this story will be but it will be longer than I anticipated. I won't put a limit because I want the story to progress naturally rather than having to fit it in so many chapters. Daily updates will continue for the foreseeable future.

Hermione strode into Dumbledore's office. She had been considering what she had learned over Christmas for a month now, and she decided it was time to tell the man she knew the truth about her heritage. Snape had set up the meeting for her and promised to be present to help lessen the old wizard's trickery. She still did not want to choose a side, but she wanted to be prepared. Claiming her name was the first step she had to take. Severus assured her that tomorrow the world would know. He had told Narcissa she was planning to give her friends some notice but wanted it formally announced. Narcissa had assured them the proper paperwork would be submitted the next day, meaning she had to do this now.

"Ah, Hermione. It's lovely to see you. I was rather surprised with how you managed the argument at the Order meeting. You have grown to be quite the incredible witch," Dumbledore said, smiling absently.

"Thank you, Professor. But I'm actually here for another reason."

"Yes, Severus said there was something you wanted to talk about."

"Is he here yet?"

"I apologize for my tardiness, Ms. Granger. I had to give a student detention," Snape said, striding into the room.

"Why don't the two of you sit? I sense we are in for quite a serious discussion."

Hermione sat across from Dumbledore, somewhat hesitantly, while Snape stood behind Hermione's chair.

"I have recently learned something about myself, Professor."

"What would that be, my dear?" he asked, mild worry flicking across his features before he schooled his expression back into a smile.

"Would you agree, Professor, that it is better to tell the truth than to hide things from the people that trust and follow you?"

"Of course."

"So, why didn't you?"

"I'm not sure I understand what you're referring to, Ms. Granger."

"I believe you do, Professor. Were you or were you not aware that my last name is not Granger, but le Fay?"

"I-I was."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I had hoped it would not come to you requiring knowing."

"Well, by a stroke of luck, I found out. I am not pleased this information was kept from me. I will be informing my friends tonight. I ask you that inform the entirety of the Order. Either way, everyone will know tomorrow," she said, standing and briskly walking to the door.

"Ms. Granger, Harry and Ron still need you. I beg you not to forget that."

She nodded once at his statement, walking out the door. She left Severus and Dumbledore to converse. Hermione realized she had been snappish to the old man, but she could not bite back the anger she felt. She had the right to know who she was and the old man had kept it from her, probably because he thought her knowing would turn her to the dark side. She was worried about telling her friends. Harry and Ron were still a bit standoffish with her and would likely react poorly. Ginny was level-headed for the most part but she might side with Harry and Ron. Entering the Common Room, she was grateful it was just the four of them.

"Harry, Ron, Ginny. I have something to tell you. It will be official tomorrow, but I wanted to give you guys a heads-up beforehand."

"What is it 'Mione?" Ginny asked, moving her homework aside.

"Well, I learned some things about myself a few months ago. And, well, I'm the descendant of Morgan le Fay," she rushed out, glancing worriedly between the three.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Ron demanded.

"Maybe I was a little busy trying to figure things out for myself Ronald. It's not as if that information isn't life-changing. I only told you as a courtesy because I consider you my friends."

"You're the Heir to the le Fay line! How is that something you could keep from us?!"

"Ronald. I just told you."

"How do we know you won't be evil like Morgana?"

"Seriously, Ron? This is Hermione we're talking about. She's saved your arses more times than anyone can count. You and Harry would both be dead without her. If she's really your friend, you'll respect her decision not to tell you until she was ready!" Ginny said. Hermione was glad Ginny had defended her. She didn't need it, but the gesture was welcomed. She could live without Ron and expected him to act this way. Harry's lack of response worried her, though.

"Harry?"

"I don't really know what to think, 'Mione. We're your friends and I wish you had told us sooner," he said, standing from the couch and walking to the dormitory with Ron close behind. They were muttering to each other, no doubt about what she had told them.

"I'm with you, Hermione. You've always told the truth and never led me astray. I'll be with you even if you go to the dark side."

"Thanks, Gin."

"Of course. You're the best friend I could hope for. I'm not gonna abandon you because of your name."

"There's more to it than that. I'll tell you now if you want to know."

"I'm here to listen."

Ginny sat patiently as Hermione told her everything that had happened. She was surprised that she had been exchanging letters with the most feared Death Eater and had even met her twice but understood she had given Hermione something Dumbledore didn't. The brunette valued knowledge and the truth above everything. Ginny didn't know which side Hermione would choose, but she trusted her judgment implicitly and wasn't lying when she said she would follow the brunette into the dark.

When Hermione finished, Ginny said, "I'm still on your side, 'Mione. Dumbledore was a right git for keeping that from you and his reason was shitty. You're not in the wrong for questioning your loyalties."

Hermione couldn't say anything, so she hugged the redhead instead. She was glad that when the time came, Ginny would be at her side. She felt better knowing she had people on her side, not the light or dark. She still had to get through tomorrow, but she was confident she could do it. She was a lion, after all.