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Chapter 10. Dormant legacy.
Dr. Jake Granger was having trouble believing the story, his wife Charlotte was relaying.
"You should have seen her, Jake, she was wonderful! I was about to beat the snot out of that little gorilla, myself, but Hermione just stood her ground and she looked like a mini version of Charlie Chaplin, the kids, and parents were confused, they didn't know whether to laugh or be scared. Then, your daughter threw the backpack to the little brute and said, mommy is right you shouldn't throw pigs to pearls! Then she raised her chin and walked to the car when Gorilla momma tried to intervene and smack Hermione before she even reached the car. Oh, I got so angry, instead gorilla momma got acquainted with my right fist, but I think I hit wrong and sprained it,"
"Heaven help us, what? What happened to my beautiful sophisticated girls that made them do a wrestling tag team, and what's worse, I wasn't there?" Lamented Dr. Jake Granger.
Both Charlotte and Hermione blushed tomato red, and Charlotte began laughing, and added, "Uh, I corrected our baby and told her it was pearls to pigs, not the other way."
After that last sentence, Jake lost it and began laughing. After a while all the Grangers were busy laughing and, Charlotte said, "I can't, it hurts, ow, my face,"
It was then that they all noticed the day's mail, and how Jake received a box. He opened the box and noticed it was an old but quite beautiful journal. The name on it. Emma Heloise, Dagworth-Granger.
Both Hermione and Charlotte looked at the coat of arms. Inside the story of Jake's ancestry, by one forgotten witch, his mother. In vivid detail and illustrations of the magical world, how to measure magic on oneself and the next of kin. How she married a non-magical man, and how that man was killed by a former love interest of hers. How she enlisted in the army while two months pregnant and raised her son Jake alone, knowing full well that Jake was a squib. But squibs also gave magic back by siring witches and wizards. Jake's mom changed her name to just Granger, and the Dagworth-Granger line went extinct with her, but she believed any children from Jake would be magical and to perform a test with his children before they turned eight.
To Jake, it was a joke, a cruel joke. His mother, though not perfect, was an iron lady that always fought to give him every chance in life to succeed, that she never spoke of her family or who his father was, but to actually be part of such a sad tale? It made no sense.
"Look, there's a letter attached to it daddy," volunteered Hermione.
Dear Jake,
I hope you are doing well dear, I'm sorry for not being alive to tell you that you have a wonderful heritage. I programmed this package to reach you at the first major bout of magic by your children. I'm sure by now you realized there is something frightening and mysterious about your children or child. Don't be afraid. Magic is real, wizards and witches exist, and there is a whole new world of things right around the corner. You are a gifted man, I'm sure you chose a brilliant and kind woman for a wife, well, be prepared, because your babies are going to have magic. Read the diary, it's all there. I wish I was there to guide you through this beautiful journey, both you and my grandchildren. I'm sorry I didn't say it enough, I was always so proud of you, no regrets at all from being your mom. I hope you can forgive me, for never telling you about this part of our lives, but at the time, I was fighting my own demons. My only regret is being so stubborn in trying to put behind how brokenhearted I was after your dad was killed and the prejudice I faced from my family and so-called friends, that I left and pretended I was an orphan. I didn't want to hurt you by transferring the loss of your father, that I pretended you were a product of divine conception. I know, I was crazy, but I hope I was able to do a good job as a mother, to leave you with an education and the way to prosper, after I was gone. Please forgive me, Jake, those are my only regrets, but I loved you more than my heartbreak, and I tried to leave you something more than just the Iron Lady image.
All my love to you and your family.
E. H. D-G.
By the end of the letter, all of them were crying for different reasons. They were holding each other tight and then a wand detached from the diary and Hermione reached out and picked said item up, the warmth and sparks created a light show in the living room.
Hermione added in the shocked silence of her parents, "I guess I am a witch then."