1 month later

"Here you go, dear, Hermione, is it?" smiled a woman to Delilah, handing her a bundle of pink blankets.

Delilah smiled. The baby had a tuft of bushy brown hair and smiling chocolate-brown eyes. They were at St. Mungo's, the baby already delivered.

The doors suddenly burst open and a man came in, with inky black hair and brown eyes.

"Is it done- what happe-are you okay- is the baby fi-" He stopped and stared at the laughing baby called Hermione in his wife's arms.

He ran over, kissed his wife on her forehead and picked up his little girl, Hermione squealed, smiling all the while.

David brought her back down and sat beside Delilah.

They were a happy family. The perfect image for what a perfect family they would be.

But something was in the way of their happiness.

Something, rather, someone who'd practiced the Dark Arts.

Someone called He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Lord Voldemort.

Okaaaaaayyyy, I know my chaps are short, but please bear with me. Please, please, please, review. And see ya!