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Hermione stared at baby Voldemort. His skin was yellow and there were red spots from malnutrition. She examined the baby closer. His hair was just starting to come out, it was dark of course. It was plain to see there was no hatred in this baby. He was just poor and malnourished and unloved in this environment.

"So what is his name?"

"Tom Marvalo Riddle. Tom for his father, Marvalo for her father and Riddle is the surname. At least that is what the lady said."

"Where are the papers?" Neville asked.

"Names?"

"Neville Frank Riddle and Hermione Jean Riddle."

"And how are you in relation to tom?"

"We are his aunt and uncle on his dad's side."

They handed her a piece of paper. "Okay, it all checks out. Sign here. That will be 40 pounds."

Hermione quickly transfigured some Knuts into pounds. She handed the lady the money.

"Kay, so here are your adoption papers. You will have to send us your address. Twice a year for four years someone will come by and make sure the child is being treated well."

"We are actually in the process of buying a home."

"So send us the address within three months, otherwise we have to call the police."

Hermione nodded. She gave the papers to Neville. He was staring nervously at the baby in her arms, but Hermione knew he could not find a trace of Voldemort in the innocent child. They walked out of the gloomy orphanage. They both agreed that they were to go to Diagon Ally. Once they were away from people they apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. Tom started crying from the sensation of apparition. The slightly newer looking pub was packed. They walked into the back where the entrance to Diagon Ally was.

Diagon Ally was packed, as usual. The shops were busy and the displays were eye catching. They walked down the long road to Gringotts. There was no line, surprisingly.

"Hello" Neville said, getting the attention of one of the goblins, "I would like to open an account here."

"Name please."

"Neville Riddle, Muggle born, And Hermione Riddle, Muggle born."

"Identification?"

Hermione handed their marriage certificates and birth certificates to the goblin. He looked them over. He cast a couple spells to detect forgery, but he couldn't. They were forged by professor McGonagall the muggle way. He nodded to them.

"Do you have any gold for your Account?"

Hermione nodded and handed over the beaded bag. The goblin peered inside and his eyes widened. He stuttered that he would be honored to be their account manager.

"I'm Ragnock, and I would be honored to serve you."

He reassured them that their gold would be safe and put all but and eighth in their vault and handed them the key to it. They thanked the goblin and went on their way.

The couple went to the land sales office. They were looking for somewhere with large amounts of land, preferably in Scotland. They did have what they were looking for. They bought twenty acres quite close to Hogwarts for very little. They happily took a port key to their new property. It was a large grassy area, only a little bit of it was swamp. They found a perfect place for their house. Neville told the lady, who said she was named Sally Jones, where they wanted their house, the dimensions and where the rooms should go.

They took the port key back to the office. Next, they had to find things for baby Tom. They went to several stores. They bought a cradle, one that rocks, a toy box, some magical and muggle toys, and cloth Diapers. They also bought some furniture for their house. They shrunk all their items and put them in the beaded bag. Their house would only take one day to build, thank God for magic. They had four more hours to kill until it would be done. Hermione took Tom to the bookshop and Neville went to the Plant store. Neville was the first one to get bored, so he went to the book shop in search of Hermione. She was sitting in the back of the store with Tom in her arms, reading a fairytale book to his sleeping form. He smiled at the picture. He sat and listened to her sweet voice for another hour before she notice he was there. Hermione blushed violently. Neville grabbed the huge stack of books Hermione had and paid for them while Hermione went to change the baby's diaper.

They met again at the Land sales office. Their house was done and ready to be moved into. It came with a hefty price, but it barely made a dent in the one eighth of their money Hermione had in her beaded bag. They took another port key to their property.

Their house was a light brown and ranch-style. It was not big and it was not small. The lady left them to explore. Neville put the furniture away as they went through the rooms. There were four bedrooms. Three of them were cream and one of them was blue. Hermione put Tom down for a nap after changing his diaper, yet again. The kitchen was a good size and the living room was huge with a fireplace. There was one room left. Neville seemed excited about this one. He pulled her arm to get her there faster. He threw open the door and Hermione gasped.

The room was full of bookshelves. There was a desk in the far corner and a couple of comfy looking armchairs. Hermione looked so happy, her face was flushed and her eyes sparkled. Then he did it. He kissed her. She stood there shocked before reacting a little. Neville poured all his anger and sadness and pain into that kiss. Hermione realized what she was doing and pushed him off. He looked hurt.

"Neville, we can't do this."

"But I wa—"

"No you don't. you have had a long day and your stressed. Go lay down. I'm gonna get some groceries."

Then she left. What have I done? Neville asked himself.

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