Ella sat down wearily in a straight back chair. Jean sat down on a small sofa with John right beside her. Jean and John looked expectantly at the older women. "What is it mum?" Jean asked becoming nervous at her mother's silence. "Is Hermione a witch?" Ella asked suddenly. Jean and John gasped and shared a look of fear with each other. "Don't be silly mother. Witches are not real." Jean sputtered unsure of what to do. Ella gave a strained laughed. "Don't lie to me dear. I know that magic is real. Now will you answer my question please." Ella said to her dumbstruck children. "Yes. Yes mum Hermione is a witch." Jean said with a hint of pride in her voice. Ella gave a sad smile. "Do you know what a squib is?" Ella asked. John nodded. "They are a person born of magical parents with no magical ability." Jean answered remembering what her daughter had told her. Ella nodded. "Yes. And unknown to the family I am a squib. I was born to the Black family but when I was 11 and no letter came my name was changed and I was sent away. My birth name was Elladora Black. My sister and brothers never spoke to me after I was disowned. I suspected Hermione of being a witch but I was never sure." Ella sighed. "Those terrorists were wizards weren't they?" She asked her two astonished children. Jean finally nodded not fully trusting her voice. She had no idea that her mother was even apart of the wizarding world if only by birth. "They were at war." John said. Ella smiled. "My little beaver is a warrior." She said thinking fondly of her bushy haired granddaughter that had a lot in common with her magical family as far as ability and looks were concerned. Jean and John smiled fondly. "Yeah she is our little warrior." John said.
(Before I continue I need to know. Should I continue as is without Hermione ever knowing her true heritage or should I have Ella tell her the truth and add to the plot?)