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"Run baby run!" Hermione Granger frantically watched as her five-year-old son raced to his destination. She was scared for him, afraid of what would happen if he didn't make it. What would she do? What would she say? "You're going to make it! You have to make it Luke!" The enemy shot out at him, trying to take him down. The mother cringed as she saw her pride and joy trip, but then squealed when she realized he hadn't gone down but was almost there. Jumping up Hermione anticipated the touchdown as Luke bounded past the scoring line. "That's my boy!" She plunged her fist into the air right before shaking the hand of the mother left of her. "That's my boy…" She whispered quietly to herself.

Minutes Later a head of blonde practically jumped into awaiting arms. "Did you see mum? Did you see? I went this way and then they came like this, and then….and then WHAM, but I, but I still won!"

"I saw honey. You did great, but you need to go back for pictures. Hurry and catch up with your friends. I'll be right here, okay?" Luke nodded and ran to where his team was posing for a camera. Hermione sighed when she saw him smile; it was more like a smirk. A certain smirk that she noticed grew more and more like his fathers each day. She assumed that when he grew in his two front teeth the transformation would be complete. It was a day she dreaded with all her heart.

Five Years Seven Months Earlier

"'Mione this doesn't make any sense!" Harry Potter, a legend before his time, raged in protest. "You have the best grades in our year! Maybe in the whole school!" A cough from his bushy haired friend earned a smile. "Definitely in the whole school," He corrected.

"Harry I told you I was caught cheating on all my finals. You can't possibly believe that I would be allowed to stay. Even Ronald is not that daft." Hermione said attempting a laugh but falling short. Surprisingly though her plan was beginning to get easier to follow through with. That morning she had felt a kick in her stomach that had given her the need strength to leave the life she had grown quite found of.

"Why were you cheating to begin with? That's what I want to know. I watched you study every second for those tests, so why the bloody hell did you need to cheat?!" Ron was angry, yes, but mostly he was torn. After everything the three of them had been through he was losing one of his best friends because of schoolwork. "We don't even have a whole year left of school. Why can't they just put you on some kind of, I don't know, probation?"

"No, it has to be like this." She said in one of the determined voices the boys had ever heard.

Present Time

"Which one?" Hermione held up to boxes for her son to choose from. One was a delightful mix of pasta and cheese; the other was a chicken shake and bake mixture.

"Both!" He clapped in excitement. He giggled when his mum rolled her eyes and said all right. He always got his way, and that was just the way he liked it. "How long will it take?"

"Considering I just opened the first box, a good while. Why? Do you have a date or something?"

"Or something." He responded.

"Like…?"

"Can't tell."

"How about a hint?"

He shook his head and took a few steps backward.

"Well then I'm afraid I'm going to need you to help me with dinner. Unless you are willing to negotiate." She eyed him, almost curious to what he was hiding. No doubt a rodent of some sort.

"I can't tell you mummy. He told me not to." Luke was startled when the pot that his mother had been holding fell to the floor in a clatter. Hermione turned to face him. Slowly she got down to crouch, making sure their eyes were level.

"Lucas Damon Granger you tell me right this second whatever it is you are hiding. This isn't funny, and mummy is not joking."

"I don't want to."

"Now Luke! Please honey! Who told you that you couldn't tell me?" Hermione tried to calm down, her son did not react well to anger.

"A big man mum. The biggest man I've ever seen. Like…Like a big monkey."

"Was he hairy darling?"

Luke shook his head hard in a negative answer.

"Was he fat?"

He slowly nodded.

"Did he have a name?"

The boy opened his mouth, "no, but he said he was a crab, but mum he looked more like a monkey."

Six Years Two Months Earlier

"So now you must understand why you were our obvious choice. I mean, really, who better to carry the heir to dark throne, but best friend of Harry Potter. A bit ironic I know, but so deliciously genius. You are like a walking, talking vessel. Who would harm the child of the great Hermione Granger? Tell me who? And of course it doesn't hurt that although you're blood is unbelievably dirty, you do have a good mind, and a brave soul. Those two combinations will make a beautiful addition to the new coming dark lord. Now though you were such an easy target. We had to find ourselves the perfect mate."

Pale hands clapped in the darkness, making Hermione shiver with a force unmatched. With one eye barely open she was able to see a boy much too close to her age floating in mid air, his limbs limp. Although through the blood you couldn't make out much, Hermione knew that the striking blonde hair belonged to a Slytherin boy she couldn't help but detest.

"What have you done to him?" She sobbed, not ever wishing the pain Malfoy had clearly been subjected to upon any enemy.

"Just a few of my favorite curses. It truly hurts when your own son will not cooperate with a simple request. I guess you were just too disgusting for him to touch consciously. I helped him in that department."

"You can't do this." Hermione demanded.

"I can. And I already have darling. What you didn't know is that the ritual was performed while you slept. It was a lot easier that way. The only reason I am telling you all of this is because I want you to understand how dire your situation is. In you lies a god, and if you ever want to see that child grow you must leave Hogwarts before anyone finds out you are pregnant. Not even my son will know what has occurred. I don't need him doing anything stupid. It will be a long while until I am in need of that boy and until then claim him as yours for all I care, enjoy your time. But the second I hear news of him on the lips of any good doing wizard or witch, you and your baby are mine. Do you understand?"

Present time

"Mummy why are we packing? I have a tournament tomorrow!" Lucas began to cry earnestly.

"I know baby but mummy needs your help. Please. This is very important. Now I promise I will make this up to you, but I need you to be a big boy and put your things into this bag? Okay? Please?" Her son was not the only one letting tears fall. Hermione had lived a good five years in what she thought was the safest place she could find. She left the world of magic without a glance over her shoulder. Her friends, her family, her future all gone in a second, but she had made it. And now they had found her.

"What's going on? Was that man bad?"

"Yes, baby he was a very bad man. So we are going to play a game with him. Hide and go seek, all right? Sound goods to me."

"Okay mum. Where are we going to hide?"

"How does London sound?"

"Boring. We go there all the time!"

"It'll be different this time. I promise."