19 September 1979
"Oh, isn't she perfect?" Helen cried happily as she held her daughter for the first time.
"Hermione, the daughter of the most beautiful woman in the world." John smiled happily, never taking his eyes off his sleeping daughter.
"Is that an owl?" Helen asked quizzically. John quickly hopped up to fetch the owl before any doctors or nurses came to check on them. He scanned the letter quickly with a small smile on his face.
"It appears that Hermione is most definitely magical and the goblins have already set up her trust vault. She stands to inherit when she comes of age." John sighed, wishing his parents were alive to see their first grandchild.
"How did they know?" Helen asked fearfully, magic still made her nervous. John spoke at length of his happy childhood in the magical world that he was seemingly evicted from when his parents died because he had no magic. Not mention all the incidents that happened around her when she was pregnant with Hermione.
"There's the tapestries. Every old family has them to keep track. The goblins must have one as well." John shrugged.