"You know—my parents?" Astonishment coveted her.
A knowing smirk rose from the woman lips. Abruptly, she took Hermione's hand, then a golden red glow outline from the marks of her palm to her vein all the way to her shoulders and chest. Glowing magnificently like a trace of fire burning her being, as if her blood burned ferociously in her.
Shock, Hermione pulled on her arm, attempting to get it off the woman's grip but all went for naughts. Her hold was firm, strong, and she was unable to break free.
Hermione watched the line in horror, her eyes widely stretched and expression terrified. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest cavity and fear had a strong grip on her. What was happening to her?
"Their blood runs in your veins." The Queen muttered. She slid her powerful gaze to hold Hermione's. "This is where you belong, child." She told her, her voice full of conviction and was so convincing.
