Disclaimers: I unfortunately do not own Harry Potter.:(

First off, I want to thank everyone who reviewed, put my story on their favorite's list, and put my story on their story alert. It means a lot. I also want to that anybody who took the time to read it. So far those few things are keeping me going.

On the other hand, my major ADHD was kicking in yesterday (being Saturday) and I couldn't focus worth a crap. So I'm taking my time to write a chapter today (Sunday), And I'll upload this tomorrow morning.(which is Monday, which is when you'll probably be reading this, which means it is today.) Seeing that I'm leaving Monday (a.k.a this) afternoon, this will be my last chapter up for the next week and a half. When I come back, I will immediately upload the next chapter for you guys. So I will now stop confusing you and let you read chapter three.

Chapter Three: Katherine's Secret

There was a knock on the door. The black haired beauty went to go get it. Behind the door was a tall, lean, coal eyed man, with shoulder length hair, and a large hooked nose.

"Hello, Miss...? A deep baritone voice said.

"Katherine, Katherine Lestrange." Her voice replied. She felt a guest of hot, humid air coming through the door, indicating that it was summer. When the man heard her last name his face twisted, obviously confused then his voice said, "I must have the wrong house then."

He started to walk away until the words blurted from her mouth, " Are you looking for Hermione?" She asked instantly regretting the question, "Because she's not in right now. She out with a , eh, friend per say."

" A 'friend'..?" He said, obviously in deep thought. She instantly regretted her choice of words. Hermione was at the Healer's. The Healer, Katherine herself, told Hermione to go to. She told Hermione that she needed to go to that particular healer. Katherine's voice spoke again, "She didn't want to be found anyway, especially right now." With that said, the man face hardened, but through his coal colored eyes she saw pain. Then she remembered Hermione's description of the man. What had she done?

"Excuse me, sir, but I've never gotten your name." She said sheepishly.

"There's no need for that, now." His low voice rumbled, and the he disapparated. What would she do about this? Tell Hermione? No, she couldn't. Hermione would kill her. Murder her. Especially in her current emotional state. She would hell her later. At the right time. Yes, Later.

Katherine awoke in a deep sweat. That blasted nightmare haunted her dreams for years. Yet, it wasn't a nightmare. It was a memory. The time had never come. She never told Hermione about the encounter. She was part of why Hermione was without her love. Katherine could never forgive herself. That's why she pushed as hard as she did to make sure Hermione went back to Britain.

She went downstairs to begin cooking. About thirty minutes later Hermione came downstairs. She was still in her pajamas, and her hair was still frizzy from sleep.

"I have to pack today. We have to leave tomorrow if I'm going to have to go to Gringotts for money and get the girls everything they need for Hogwarts." Hermione's voice was still filled with sleep. Katherine filled up with guilt.

"How about I take the girls to the zoo today? That way you can pack without any interruptions." Katherine said out of guilt. She did so many thing for Hermione trying to make up for her little secret. Even though Hermione knew nothing about it, it still felt better when Katherine did something nice for her. Took away the guilt for a little while before it racked up into her again. That's why Katherine told Hermione that she would go to Britain with her. Other than the fact she wanted to visit her birthplace. Plus, it wasn't like she had a family of her own. Her adoptive parents were older and had already died a couple of years ago.

"Katherine, you don't have to do that." Hermione said.

"No, I don't, but I want to." Katherine stared at Hermione through her think black bangs. The rest of her super straight shoulder length hair was pulled into a low ponytail. Hermione stared back at her.

"Well okay then. Go ahead. Just don't loose my kids." Hermione joked. She knew Katherine would never loose her kids. Katherine was like their second mom.

-Hermione Granger-

After Katherine and the twins left, Hermione went to work on packing the kids rooms. Katherine and Hermione had packed up their rooms the night before. She put the toys in a box and shrunk it fit into the small carry-on suitcase. She then put their clothes in, leaving what they were to wear tomorrow. Bright orange shirts, and jeans. That way if they ran off in the huge airport, she would be able to spot them out.

She continued packing until she found two baby blanks; one Slytherin green,which was Isabella's and the other one was Gryffindor red, which was given to Clairabelle. She remember the day she found out she was pregnant with them.

She awoke once again with that awful nausea. She ran to the bathroom that combined her room to Katherine's. She grabbed the edges of the toilet just as the puke ran up her throat. When she was done, Katherine was standing at the door.

"I wonder.." Katherine said sleepily, " Did you have sex with this said professor?"

"Well that kind of is what an affair is, isn't it?" Hermione retorted.

"Well did you use the contraception spell?" Katherine asked dazed. Of course they used the contraception spell. They couldn't afford not to. They didn't want kids. It was only to relieve the...

OH MY BLOODY HELL! That time. One time. A month ago. They were to 'in the mood'. She just pushed him over and climbed on top want to feel him inside her. That was before he even got to touch his wand. She could feel her face change from the look of confident to utter shock. What was she gonna do with a kid?

"Ah, The one time we forgot look. You should go to the doctor." Hermione tried to say she could preform the spell that tells you if your pregnant, but Katherine cut her off. "Go to the Healers. You'll find out so much more. In fact, there's a healer that I know that doesn't work at the magical hospital. He actually prefers to practice by himself. I'll get you the number and the address tomorrow morning. At a more reasonable time." Katherine said and shut the door into the room. Hermione made her way into her room, and laid on her bed until she fell asleep.

When she awoke again, Katherine had told her that she already called the healer to make an appointment for ten. It was already nine thirty, so that left Hermione fifteen minutes to get ready and apparate to the Healer's practice room.

Thirty minutes and a new room later, the healer walked into the room.

"Hello, Miss … Granger. Is it?" The healer asked. The healer happened to be a man with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. He was on the shorter side, very lanky, and super geeky looking with glasses. His voice was also kind of high pitched for a man.

"Yes, it is." She heard herself say. The man reached his hand out, and she shook it.

"I am Healer Grey, but you can call me Tomas." He told her with an interested look on his face. She instantly cringed. "So what seems to be the problem?"

"I think I'm pregnant."The look of interest on the man's face quickly faded.

"oh," He said in a small voice, "Then let's get on with the procedures." He said the last sentence super blandly.

He swiped his wand over her abdomen, showing her inner organs in a holographic film about an inch above her body. He studied the film for a couple a minutes, then swiped his wand the opposite way over her tummy. The holographic like film about her stomach had disappeared.

"It appears you conceived about a month ago. Thank god, your a witch or you wouldn't have found out you are carrying fraternal twin girls until a couple of months later."He sounded like a kid who didn't get what he wanted, in seemed as if in this case, he wanted to bed Hermione before he found out she was pregnant.

When Hermione apparated back to the house, Katherine was quick to ask, "So, what did he say?"

"Twins. Twin girls." Her face was pale, and she stood very still.

"Lighten up, your having kids! It's supposed to be joyful!" Katherine said Happily. Hermione smiled slightly before going up into her room.

She laughed at the memory. Back then, it had seemed horrible, but now, she wouldn't give her girls up for anything. She loved them.

She finished packing the room, except the beds. A bird flew in from the open window, but Hermione didn't notice. She was thinking about how she would miss this house, and America. The bird nipped at her fingers to get her to notice it. Hermione untied the parchment from its foot. It was a letter from Dumbledore.

Dear Hermione,

As I expected, your children are coming to join us as Hogwarts. I understand that when you move you will not have any form of job. We've been informed that you've turned into quite the potions mistress. We have not found a stable potions teacher here at Hogwarts since Professor Snape took over Defense Against the Dark Arts class. We would like to offer you a spot in that job. Contact me as soon as possible with your answer.

Albus Dumbledore

As soon as she finished reading the letter, she heard the door open and three pairs of footsteps running up the stairs and uncontrollable giggling.

"Hey mom! Look what auntie got me!" Clairabelle held up a giant stuffed lion. Isabella was standing next to her petting her rubber snake that had been magically charmed to move. Isabella wore a smirk on her face when doing so.

"That's great Claira!" The girls ran up to her and kissed her on the cheek. They then ran down the stairs to go play out in the backyard.

"They were great today, you know. You've done a wonderful job with them," Katherine said appreciatively. "You won't have to worry about them when they go to Hogwarts."

"About Hogwarts," Hermione said handing Katherine the letter. "I don't know if I should take it or not."

Anddd, that's chapter three. YAY! Now, we're all getting to the good parts that are going to make some of the later chapters interesting. I do want this story to be a good amount of chapters.

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-Katherine Lestrange