The Houses of Dagworth and of Granger

Louis Dagworth-Granger was a father in turmoil his beautiful wife had just provided the House of Dagworth-Granger with it's heir, she had even blessed him with another child, she had given birth to twins. The blessing however came at a heavy price, the boy was a squib, and under the current law squibs were considered an abomination and were to be cast into the forest, to live or die as nature and magic saw fit.

Louis could not bring himself to abandon the innocent boy however and so after much deliberation with his wife Renee, the man took his younger boy into his arms and disapparated with a pop into the muggle city of London, where he handed the boy to a kindly nun.
"My fellow sisters and I shall see to it that he becomes a fine man my lord, I am sure there is a reason you must cast such a lovely babe aside, however I shall not pry into the matter, God bless you my lord," she spoke softly as she crooned to the baby.

"And you as well sister, Catherine" Louis replied as he turned to walk away, the sister however stopped him from leaving.

"Did you want to name him my lord?" she asked as she looked at the heartbroken man.

"I would rather not, God forgive me, but knowing would be too much, all that I know is that the boy and his descendants shall be known as Grangers," he answered before vanishing before her eyes.

"Lord above, bless this child," Catherine spoke as she walked back to the convent, the boy, Michael, as it was Michaelmas in her arms.

Thus it was that the Great House of Dagworth and of Granger, joined before time immemorial once more split apart, the lord Louis banishing the Granger name from all records, books, paintings and documents until such a time as magic and marriage reconciled the two.