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Hermione looked around at her family and gave a small smile. Ella went forward and embraced her granddaughter tightly. Both Roberts gave her a soft pat on the back smiling proudly at her. Carrie embraced her as soon as Ella let go. She had tears in her eyes as did all those who knew what had happened to her and what she had done. Jenny and Amber hugged her as well. Matt, Eliza, and the twins looked oddly at the welcome Hermione received. They waved to Hermione not sure how to approach her. Ella rather forcefully sat Hermione down in a chair as Carrie set a cup of tea in front of her. Hermione looked at their proud faces for a moment before she realized what they were on about. She sent her parents accusing glares to which they both looked slightly ashamed. Hermione sipped the cup of tea slowly. "So how is our favorite book worm?" Matt asked trying to ease the tension. Hermione gave a small grin as she rolled her eyes slightly. "I'm fine Uncle Matt."
Ella watched all of this apprehensively. Not sure how to tell her granddaughter of her true heritage. She inwardly took a deep breath and went to Hermione. "Hermione love? May I speak with you in private?" Hermione looked at her grandmother oddly before giving a small smile and standing up. Ella lead her into an empty room and motioned for her to sit down. Hermione sat in a comfy yet worn chair looking at her grandmother curiously. Ella sat down in a straight back chair across from her. "Hermione dear I know that you are a witch and I am very proud of what you have done." She raised her hand to stop Hermione from speaking. "There is something you need to know. As I'm sure you already know what a squib is let me start from there. I was not born to a muggle family. Infact I was born to the Black family. One of the oldest families in the wizarding world. Unfortunately I was born a squib. When I turned 11 and no letter came for me my parents disowned me, ripped me of my name, and placed me in a muggle orphanage." She took a breath as Hermione stared at her with wide eyes. "Have you any questions?" She asks her ever intelligent granddaughter. Hermione had to shake her head to clear her now whirling mind. "What are their names? Your family's that is." Ella sighed. "My parents were Pollux and Irma Black. My elder sister Walburga, my twin brother Alphard, and my younger brother Cygnus Black." Hermione stared at her wide eyed once more. "I've met my great aunt then. Although it was just her portrait." Ella grimaced. "I never did like that women. I'm sorry I never told you before but I didn't realize although I did suspect you of being a witch. Now tell me. What house are you in?" She says all at once much like her granddaughter has a tendency to do. "That's fine grandmother. I am in Gryffindor." She smiled. Ella laughed. "A Black in Gryffindor!" Hermione smiled. "Your eldest nephew was in Gryffindor as well." Ella smiled at this.