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Heya its me... I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry I havent updated in a while... You would not belive how busy I've been! I've hardly had time to brush my teeth... But i promise you wont have to wait so long next time...

"This is Elena, professor," Hermione started, stepping forward. "She's our daughter."

"Ahhh, I was wondering when I would get to meet her," Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling behind his half moon spectacles.

"Wait," Hermione said, looking from Dumbledore to Wyatt and back again. "You know?"

"Of course," he smiled. "I'm Albus Dumbledore, I know everything that goes on with my students. I was the one who suggested to McGonagall to start your 'internship' early."

"I shouldn't be surprised," Hermione said, smiling. "So you only gave Wyatt a job here because of Elena?"

"And because he's a good teacher, with such an unusual gift," Dumbledore said. "does your daughter have any powers yet?"

"No, she's only three months old," Wyatt said. "She'd a little too young to be developing powers yet."

"But, as I understand it, you had powers from the womb."

"I did, but I was the child of a witch and a whitelighter, I was prophesied."

"Anyway," Hermione cut in. "Elena is sick, she has a high temperature and she's not sleeping or feeding right."

"Ahh, my I take a look at her?" Dumbledore asked, politely. Wyatt placed the travel onto the old oak desk. The baby gurgled and reached her arm out and patted Dumbledore's long, hooked nose. The old man chuckled softly. Then got out his wand and muttered a spell. The baby fell asleep instantly.

"I think its best if you take her to Madam Pomfrey, I will explain everything to her," Dumbledore suggested, standing up. Hermione stroked her baby's face and then picked up the travel cot.

The three made their way to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was tending to a third year in a bed with what seemed a broken nose. She was muttering to herself, along with a few curses the word 'Quidditch' popped up a lot.

"Stupid game!" she murmured standing up. "Professor Dumbledore!" she squeaked. "Professor Halliwell… Miss Granger?"

"Good evening, Poppy," Dumbledore smiled. "I'm afraid we are in need of your assistance."

"With what?"

"You remember Professor Halliwell's daughter," Dumbledore started. "Well Miss Granger is her mother."

"She's sick," Hermione interrupted. "She has a fever and she's not feeding right, Dumbledore put a spell on her to help her sleep because she hasn't been sleeping right either."

"I see," Madam Pomfrey said, looking Hermione up and down. Then she took the baby from the travel cot and examined her. "It seems as though she has a physic flu."

"A what?" Hermione asked.

"A physic flu, it usually happens when a child is coming into their powers…"

"But Elena's only three months old," Wyatt said.

"She was born from the most powerful being on all creation and the brightest witch in the school," Madame Pomfrey said. "I think that makes her extra special." The baby started to cry again, and Wyatt rushed forward and took the baby from the nurse.

"So what can we do?" Hermione asked.

"Just treat it as a common cold, stand in the bath room with her when the hot showers running, warm drinks, early bedtimes, just regular things," Madame Pomfrey explained. The two smiled at her and thanked her before they left. Wyatt put Elena back inside the travel cot and the two started to walk back to Wyatt's office. Hermione was looking at the little baby who was just dropping off in the travel cot and the rhythm of Wyatt's footsteps helped her.

"So," Hermione smiled. "Our tiny little baby is a very powerful witch, what do you think of that?"

"Mind blowing," Wyatt grinned. Hermione stepped close to him and Wyatt snaked an arm around her waist and kissed her hair softly. For a moment the couple almost forgot that she was a student and he was her teacher

Then there was a loud cough. The two jumped and the baby woke up and started crying. Hermione took Elena out of the travel cot and held her against her body resting her lips on the baby's head.

"Luna?" Hermione whispered.

"Hello, Hermione, professor Halliwell," Luna smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"Erm…" Wyatt didn't know what to say. He looked at Hermione, who looked back helplessly.

"it's ok, you know if you don't want to tell me, and I wont tell anyone I saw you here, kissing," Luna smiled.

Hermione looked at Wyatt furrowing her eyebrows as if to say: can we tell her? Wyatt nodded.

"Well, Luna, you remember last year when I had to leave school early, and everyone thought it was because my internship started early. Well it wasn't, the summer before me and Wyatt met and we fell in love, and then I fell pregnant and so I had to leave early to go and have my baby and spend some time with her before I left to come back to school. Then Wyatt had the idea of coming to teach here, and because I couldn't bear to be away from him or the baby, I agreed," She explained. "Luna, this is Elena Granger-Halliwell. This is our baby."

"Oh, she's beautiful," Luna sighed. "I had a feeling you weren't at the internship, the Nargles' told me." Hermione smiled and kissed her baby's forehead.

"Luna…" Wyatt started. "You won't tell anyone will you?"

"Of course not, that's up to you."

"Thanks, Luna," Hermione smiled, hugging her as tight as could without squashing the baby.

Luna pulled away from the hug and tickled underneath the baby's chin. The baby laughed, grabbed Luna's fingers and put them in her mouth. Then reached for Luna's ear-rings, which were the golden snitches again today.

"No, Elena," Hermione said, holding her hand. The baby looked at her mother, confused. Hermioone just shook her head.

"Is this where you've been sneaking off to after me and Ron go to bed?" Luna asked.

"Yeah… I've been sneaking to Wyatt's room and spending the night there, Ron and Harry just think I've been at the library all night long, they don't care," she smiled, taking a step closer to Wyatt, feeling slightly safer now she could hear the sound of his breath, and feel her baby's fast little heart beat, against her skin. The baby's eyes were drooping and she was falling asleep, so Hermione put her back to the travel cot and tucked the blanket under her chin.

"Not to be rude or anything, Luna, but we'd better get going, the baby's not well and she needs a good sleep in her own cot," Wyatt smiled. Luna nodded and moved out of the way.

"If you ever need a baby-sitter, you know where to ask, I charge 5 sickles an hour," she grinned. Hermione nodded, and she found Wyatt's hand and interlocked her fingers with his. Luna turned around and skipped away.