"Hartford stop that Mother would be horrified by your actions" Hermione scolded and was replied with an eye roll from her brother but he sat back in his chair with arms folded. "Our mother was a Slytherin here, Cassiopeia Black" Hermione explained as she gave an apologetic look to the adults. "Ah yes I remember, a few years younger than you yes James?" Dumbledore asked, receiving a stiff nod. "We never knew our father, he died while we were young, our mother doesn't talk about him, we were very sickly, mother got dragon pox whilst pregnant and they didn't think we would live until we were about 3 years old so they kept us hidden not wanting false sympathy. Then Father died before we got better" Hermione lied, her performance was seamless. Dumbledore seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "We don't know anything about him," Harry scowled. "It's too painful for her to talk about him" he sneered as if his mother's pain was beneath him. "We were raised by Mother, Aunt Cissa and Uncle Luc" Hermione smiled."Raised to be mini Death Eaters" Potter snapped.