"She's—she's my….." Hermione couldn't bring herself to utter the word. Her level of shock was beyond any other that she had ever felt. Her eyes dropped on Ottilia, stucked on her for a second. If at all someone had told her once that she had a sister somewhere, she would have laughed and walked away.
Her gaze turned blurry, tears, desperate tears wetted her eyes as she stared at Ottilia who was in no better condition than she was.
It was too surreal to believe, she had a blood relation, a family, someone to call her own.
Hermione gazed at her with an indecipherable glint in her eyes. One that reeked of emotions and steadfast disbelief.
"Ottilia is Linnet's second daughter, making her your blood sister."
Hermione turned to the Queen upon hearing her confirming words.
