Alright everyone, we're really going to start heating up this mystery. The next chapter is going to be a very, very big revelation for our favorite couple! Please take the time to read and review! I have loved reading all of your predictions for the culprit(s) of our mystery! Keep them coming! We'd love to hear what you have to say!

Happy reading and have a wonderful weekend!

Marina & James


Harry had woken up relatively late compared to when he normally rose from bed. It was about nine in the morning when he got up, careful not to wake Hermione. She hadn't slept much lately, and he didn't want to deprive her of any sleep she was finally getting. He slipped into a dressing robe and padded down the hall to his private study. He needed to get their finances up to date and add Hermione to the family accounts. He chanced a look out the window, smiling at the sight of the beautiful manor grounds bathed in the late morning glow. He was just about to open up the Potter finance books when a small brown blur flew through the window and dove at his head.

Harry ducked in time to avoid any damage and stared at a sight he thought he'd never see again. A small brown owl carrying a letter that was about as big as its body and flying like it was hopped on sugar. For some reason, Harry had thought this particular owl had died. "Hello, Pig. Is that letter from Ron?" The little thing owl dropped onto the desk a little too fast giving a resounding thud. Harry was worried for it until it jumped back up and shook its head like nothing had happened. The sight made the Boy-Who-Lived laugh. He untied the letter from Pig's leg and gave him an owl treat before the owl shot off out the window like gun shot.

He watched the retreating form of Pigwidgeon before looking back down to the letter. He popped open the letter. He scanned the note a few times, his jaw tightening as he read. As soon as he spotted the signature, Harry jumped to his feet, "SON OF A BITCH!" He regretted yelling as soon as he'd done it, having forgotten Hermione was sleeping just down the hall. He hoped she wasn't woken up by that. His emerald green eyes dropped back to the parchment in his hands, anger radiating off him. "How could they fall for this?"

Hermione had been having the most pleasant dream that she and Harry were wrapped up in each other's arms, back in that hotel room in Rome. She wasn't enormous or hormonal or anything of the sort, they were just enjoying being together. That was, of course, before Harry's barking voice roused her quickly out of bed. Sitting up, she yawned and pulled her nightgown down around her body as she hurried—as fast as any pregnant woman actually hurried—into the other room. "Harry," she called sleepily, "Is everything alright?"

Harry looked over at Hermione in the doorway and sighed. He walked over and gave her a brief kiss. "Sorry I woke you up, love." He held the letter up to her. "Ron and Luna sent over the letter that they got from us. On the upside, there's a note attached that they sent Winky a package of snacks for you that Luna enjoyed when she was pregnant. So if you want them, just let Winky know." Harry moved back to the desk and sat down heavily. "On the downside, you'll notice the handwriting in that letter from us isn't mine...or yours. That's not even how I sign my name! I'm disappointed our 'friends' didn't catch that little fact after years of letters from me over the summers."

Kissing him softly, she allowed him to lead her over the settee. She grasped the letter and shook her head, "No, this certainly isn't our handwriting...but then, whose is it? And why didn't they use a charm to match your handwriting to theirs." She frowned harder when he began to blame their friends, "Come on now, love, we were acting very strangely before we disappeared, according to Madame Pomfrey. Maybe they thought that you just wrote so hastily that it didn't even look like your handwriting. It's been a while since we had to analyze every letter for falsifications like we did during the war. I'm sure they didn't fail to recognize your handwriting on purpose."

Harry shook his head. "But that's not all. I'll forgive the mistaken handwriting. Hell mine might look like that if I was in a hurry to get back to you." He gave her a smile and a wink, "But what about the signature? I never sign 'Harry Potter" unless it's a letter to the Daily Prophet or a business letter. That's strictly a formal signature. Think back to our letters in school, Hermione." He fixed her a questioning gaze. "When have I ever written to you or any other friend and signed another way other than simply 'Harry'?"

"It was a letter that went out to the whole family. Maybe they thought that YOU thought it'd be more official that way." She folded her arms over her belly, "I'm not trying to make this easier on the criminal here, I'm just saying let's not blame everyone just yet. Someone is behind this...someone we know. But who?"

Harry shook his head again, running his hands through his hair. "You know as well as I do that if I ever were to take a formal approach with Molly, she'd hang me out the window by my toenails." Harry stood up and walked over to Hermione, wrapping his arms around her. "At least this proves that it couldn't be a close friend. They'd never make that mistake. That means that it had to be someone who knows us, but not well enough to know not to make that mistake."

Hermione thought about that for a long moment. "So that rules out Ron, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Arthur and Molly...and I'd almost say that exonerates Albus, but right now he's our best lead." Dumbledore would know better than to sign a letter and leave it that way. "This reeks of childishness...someone is either really stupid or brilliant beyond the point of reason. Perhaps both..." She leaned against Harry gently, her hand rubbing circles over her ever-expanding belly. "Colin would know better too...I don't think he'd do this. But Rita, she would, and she could make a juvenile mistake like this."

Harry nodded his head and started to lead Hermione out of the room. "I can try finding some of those old interview request letters Rita sent me in the past. If the handwriting is close, it could implicate her." This was getting complicated, but at least they'd ruled out a few people. Now they could try getting some of their friends to help them find out the truth behind it all. "Let's get some breakfast love, and then we can hit the trail on this mystery some more."

"You must've read my mind...either that or my stomach really is growling that loudly." Ever since she had woken up from her time in Rome and discovered she was pregnant, Hermione had been ravenous. As a girl she ate lightly, never really caring for food. Of course she had cravings during her monthly time but...never like this. As they sat down at the table, Hermione smiled at Dobby, "Good morning, I'd like eggs with strawberry jelly and bacon on a biscuit with a side of strawberries, peaches, and sausage." Well, at least it was edible (and breakfast food).

Harry chuckled at Hermione's appetite. It never ceased to amaze him what weird combinations she'd crave next. At least this one was semi-normal...in the fact that it all belonged in the breakfast food category. Beyond that he wasn't too sure. "I'm going to add you to the family accounts today. It should have been done sooner, but I never got around to it with all the hassle of trying to solve the mystery of our marriage." He gave her a soft smile. "I'll have Griphook send over a bottomless money pouch that you can use to pull money straight from the accounts."

Blushing, Hermione took a drink of the pumpkin juice set before her. "Harry, you don't have to do that. I have my own money…I'm not as poor as you seem to think. Besides, that's your money. I wouldn't feel right using it..." It was awkward. On the one hand, yes they were married and he was entitled to what she had just as much as she was to his.

Harry shook his head and smiled. "Hermione, we're married. You are a Potter now." He took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles. "Between the inheritances from the Potter and Black families...plus the overhead I make on my investments with the Weasleys and the other businesses, and my work at the Ministry, being on the Wizengamot, I make more money than I know what to do with. You keep the money that you got from your parents, use that to spoil yourself or whatever you feel like doing. But I want you to know that the money from my family, from our family, is here for you whenever you might need it. Face it; you married one of the richest Wizards in Britain, love. You might as well take advantage of the fact."

It was uncomfortable for her. In her family, her mother and father were equal partners; bringing in two equal incomes, parenting in unison...Hermione wasn't sure she liked him providing for her like this. Yes, of course he was her husband and they shared everything. But this was his money they were talking about...money she hadn't earned. "Harry, that's just it. I don't want to take advantage of you. If you want I'll buy things for the baby with the money in your vault but, like in Madame Malkin's the other day, you shouldn't have to pay for me."

Harry shook his head and smiled again. "Love, I wanted to buy those things for you. You know what it was like for me at the Dursleys. It was hell. I never had anything of my own...only hand-me-downs. And now I've got money and it's too much for me. I want to share it." He gave her a lopsided grin and a soft kiss. "Who better to share it with than my wife?"

Returning his kiss, she sighed softly. "It'll take some getting used to, that's for sure. I've always taken care with money. Why, I was in seventh year before I bought new Hogwarts' robes. And the only reason I did was because the skirt was too short. I had grown seven inches since first year!" Now, not even those 'new' robes fit...she'd had to switch to maternity robes, which would have to be replaced again as she got bigger. It was a new experience for her. "Well, it'll be nice not to have to pinch sickles for a change. I think my first expensive purchase as your wife should be wedding rings for us. I mean, our license is legal and I think we should make everything official."

Harry nodded. "Well then, when we go to Diagon Alley to pick up that money pouch for you we can do that as well. We'll stop at the jewelers and see what rings they have. And if nothing suits our fancy...then we'll commission a set for us." Harry gave Hermione a kiss again and leaned back in his chair. "Finish breakfast so we can get dressed and get down there." They'd have rings soon, with any luck. Then they'd feel more like a real married couple. He couldn't wait.

Breakfast was calling her name but she felt terrible eating like a starved woman when he was so daintily eating his food. He seemed to notice and gave her his permission immediately. She nodded and powered down the last of her delicious meal. When the plate was empty, she sat back in her chair, sated. "What do you say we get changed...I think I need some help." She winked enticingly and gave him a soft kiss before hurrying back to their room.

Harry didn't need to be told twice. He was up and out of his chair before she was five steps away. He followed behind her, hands on her hips, as they made their way up the stairs. Once at their room Harry leaned in to kiss Hermione. "So...you need help getting dressed?" He ran his hands up her arms and over her breasts. "Or undressed?" He took a step towards her to close the distance between them and pulled her tight against his body. He loved the feel of her, the way the she seemed to fit perfectly against him.

"Whichever you prefer, Mr. Potter," She giggled, leaning up against him. "Although undressing sounds best…maybe we ought to try that first." Her body was clearly showing the signs of its sweet burden and she molded completely against him. For now, her belly didn't inhibit them holding each other close; it merely reminded them how very close they were. "I want you all the time...it's irrational, really. When we were at the dinner party last night I wanted to press you up against the wall and take you hard. But then I was just exhausted after the party...we ought to make up for it now." She bit her lip gently. "You must think I'm such a wanton."

Harry chuckled and ran his hands through her hair. "Hermione, if you being a wanton makes you want to sleep with me all the time, then I happily accept you as a wanton." He leaned in close and whispered low in her ear, "Truth be told...I wanted to take right on the table last night and make you scream my name." He gave her his most seductive grin and then attacked her lips with his own. God, the things this woman did to him! She was like the worlds most powerful drug, and he was happy to say he was definitely an addict.

The lust in eyes and the soft timbre of his voice drove her wild. The second he spoke of taking her on the table, she pulled the robe off of her to reveal that she wasn't wearing anything beneath. She knew that she had to be on the top now; their days of normal 'missionary position' sex were over. Inside of her, their tiny child was forming, growing hale and hearty, and rounding his mother's womb as he did so. And because of that, she was the one who pressed him back onto the bed. "I want you so badly, I need you."

Harry went wide eyed when Hermione revealed she was wearing only her birthday suit under her robe. He allowed her to push him back so that he fell onto the bed. He loved being in control of their love making, but with her needing to be on top now, he would gladly admit that he didn't mind giving her a turn at being in charge. His lips latched on hers, teasing her tongue with his own. He began to trail kisses down her neck and over her collar bone, giving tiny playful nips as he went. Harry looked into Hermione's eyes and smiled. "Show me how much you want me."

Kissing down his face and chest, as far down as she could reach with her belly in the state that it was. She let her bushy brown hair fall over her shoulders, tickling his skin as she seated herself over him and began to rub the swollen length of him. In turn, he caressed her neck and breasts, sending heat searing through the middle of her, "How?" She whispered breathlessly, "Tell me how I can show you, Harry. I just want you so much, I love you."

They had never tried this before...and what better time than the present? He gave her a shy smile and felt his cheeks start to heat up. He was sure that he was doing a great impression of a tomato. "Umm...rough? I want it...umm...rough…well you know...as rough as is safe for you and the baby." Okay so dirty talk wasn't Harry's strongest point. But if he did say so himself, he'd left little to doubt what he was thinking.

Rough? He wanted to take her rough...she smiled wickedly. "Well, I can try. I'm not much for hurting people but..." Instead of finishing her sentence she leaned down and nipped at the side of his neck and then nibbled down his chest to his nipples. When she got there she scraped her teeth over the flesh, her nails coming to rake down his abdomen as she pressed her body against his. The fear and worry were evident in her eyes...she really didn't want to hurt him. But at the same time the fear and pain excited her. She was so desperate to orgasm that she pressed her nails hard into his side...she could not hold on much longer. "I need you now, please, Harry."

Harry gave an audible wince at the feeling of her teeth and nails on his skin. It was slightly painful, but he liked it. It didn't hurt too much; on the contrary, it felt good. It definitely added a whole new level to their love making. When Hermione told him of her need for him, accentuated by her nails in his side, Harry couldn't agree more. Using one hand he positioned himself at her entrance as best he could from under her. With a quick upward thrust of his hips Harry was buried inside her to the hilt. He let out a pleased sigh at the feeling of her around him again. "You need me? Then take me...I'm already yours."

Hermione knew he was hers, she felt it in the way he held her, in the way he kissed her. It was made all the more poignant in the way he captured her lips, nibbling and sucking at her tongue as their sweat-slicked bodies slapped against one another. For minutes of her life, Hermione didn't think of anything else. All she knew was Harry and this child inside her; there was nothing else that mattered. "Please, Harry," She bucked her hips and gripped him harder. She needed him to fill her, to complete her. It was all she would ever need.

Harry groaned in pleasure at the feel of Hermione's body against him. This was so much more than they'd ever experienced...at least that they could remembered. It was rougher than normal, but not painfully so. It brought a whole new level to their relationship, brought them closer. It was an immense turn on to Harry that they trusted each other enough to let go of a little of their mutual control to be this way. His tongue rubbed against hers as their bodies moved to time with each other. Her words made it all the more erotic for him. He was close to the edge; he could feel it fast approaching.

There were a lot of things that Hermione wouldn't risk doing for fear of potentially hurting their son. But this kind of sexual pleasure with a hint of pain was driving her to levels she had never before reached. It felt as if Harry had captured her soul as he dazzled her body. Since she was on top, she took even more pleasure in watching him beneath her, his wild green eyes dilated with pleasure as she moved over him. Her whole body was flushed and her heart pounding; it was only making love that could do this to a woman. Groaning, she tightened around him with force, her entire body shuddering with the pulsations as she came around him. Colors exploded; something inside of her changed irrevocably...and she knew she'd never go back.

When Harry felt Hermione tightening around him in the midst of her own orgasm it was too much for him. He spiraled over the edge of their sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, following closely in her wake. He felt the telltale tightening in his lower abdomen as his hips bucked out of his control. Moments later his lips captured hers in a searing kiss while his seed spilled itself deep inside her. If she wasn't already pregnant there was be little doubt in Harry's mind that this single act would have made her so. But he wouldn't change any of it for the world. He loved her more than he loved air in his lungs. He sat up, pressing his body to hers and wrapping his arms around her waist as best he could. Harry trailed soft kisses along her jaw and whispered in a shaky, breathless voice, "Merlin...that was amazing. I love you."

Collapsing against him, she held Harry tightly as she possibly could. In the last few weeks, since as far back as she had clear memories that was, she had gotten noticeably bigger. The child within her womb was strong and healthy...it made Hermione proud. Her son grew much like her love for Harry. It was deeper, larger, and more powerful every single day. "I love you too," She whispered, tears forming in her eyes. But they did not fall; they just shimmered in her eyes as she gave him several more lazy kisses before carefully pushing herself to the side. She chuckled lightly, "I don't want to crush you...I'm already starting to weigh as much as a small dragon."

Harry chuckled and shook his head. He lay back on his side wrapping an arm around Hermione lazily running his fingers over her breasts. "Love, if I can stand what we just did without it crushing me then I doubt you merely sitting on me will do much more." His lips lightly kissed hers once more before he continued. "Besides, I think Hagrid will agree with me that you do not weigh anything close to a small dragon. Remember Norbert? He was over two hundred pounds after only a couple weeks. And that Hungarian Horntail I faced in fourth year was probably born around a hundred. Face it, love, you might be gaining weight, but not as much as you think. Besides...I think it makes you look damned sexy."

Chuckling, she kissed him again. "Will you still think I'm sexy if I ask you to go get me some ice cream and vinegar?" She asked innocently, "I know I just had breakfast but you've worked up quite an appetite in me." She kissed him softly again, putting on a more serious face, "Harry it means everything to me that you're standing beside me, that you're not disgusted be me—or if you are, you're doing a damn good job of hiding it. I feel..." She paused to breathe for a minute, "...raw sometimes, unsure of myself."

Harry sat up and started to roll out of bed to get her little snack, "Of course, babe. You know I'd al-" His trailed off as she voiced her concerns. Harry stopped midway through standing up and flopped back on the bed. He turned to stare at her with a serious look. "You do not disgust me. Far from it in fact. Don't get me wrong, I'd love it if I could remember what it was like sexing you up like this before you became pregnant...but it's not that big a deal to me. Besides, I'd bet that within a few months of giving birth you'll be back to your old size, especially if you decide to take up the old D.A. exercises again." He reached a hand up to softly stroke her cheek, "The brightest witch of our age unsure of herself? Unthinkable." He gave Hermione another searing kiss. "I'd love you even if you were a thousand pounds and the size of a muggle blimp!" Harry gave her a smile and then stood up to leave the room. "Now...I believe someone wanted an ice cream with vinegar?"

"You are quite possibly the sweetest wizard to ever live," Hermione leaned forward and captured his lips again. "And I love you more than I will ever to able to tell you. I suppose having your child is the best way I can show you." The way she saw it, there was nothing greater than this that she could give; it was she that carried his child at great personal sacrifice. But she would do it a ten score times to make him happy and to show him that she loved him. "Yes, mint ice cream, extra vinegar...and if we have any chocolate frogs those would be nice too. If I am going to be pregnant and get enormous anyway, I'm going to enjoy myself." She chuckled.

Harry nodded and turned on the spot. With a soft pop he disappeared from the room. A moment later he reappeared with a large bowl of mint ice cream, a bottle of vinegar, and a few packs of chocolate frogs. "I need to remember to at least put a robe on before doing that. I think I gave Winky a heart attack when I appeared in the buff." He gave Hermione a shy smile and handed her the snack items. Harry plopped back down on the bed beside her while she prepared her treat. "I still don't understand how a little life growing in you can make you crave the weirdest things imaginable. Makes me sort of glad I can't get pregnant. I don't think I could handle ice cream and vinegar."

Kissing him softly, she smiled, "Thanks love." Immediately she poured half the bottle of vinegar into the bowl and began mixing the two together. She laughed when he spoke of Winky, "I think she has a little crush on you, is all." She took a bite and let out a soft moan, "This is delicious..." When she looked over and saw his face, she laughed, "Are you sure you don't want any?" She teased and laid back, the bowl resting on the swell in her belly. "You know, I read in one of the books that pregnant women have cravings in order to acquire nutrients they need. For example if my body is iron deficient, I might crave red meat or something else high in iron. There must be something that my body needs out of this vinegar!"

Harry gave Hermione a curious gaze. "No," He slowly shook his head, his eyes drifting to the bowl with a weary look. "What could possibly be in vinegar that you need? Other than overwhelming sour?" He made a nasty face and stuck his tongue out like he'd just tasted something gross. "I love you...but I think I'll pass on that vinegar ice cream. Thanks all the same." Winky had a crush on him? He figured she'd have a crush on Dobby; she practically followed him around like a lost puppy as it was.

Shrugging, she simply patted her belly. "We'll ask your son when he gets here. For now, I just know that I want to eat it, badly." She opened up one of the chocolate frogs and wrestled with it until she finally was able to take a bite. "We should start thinking about names, I think. I mean...I'd like to talk about it, if that's okay with you. Unless you want to go over something else like our meeting with Amelia Bones this afternoon."

Harry shook his head. "Names are what we should be thinking of. It is long past time that we decided what to call him when he comes out." Harry reached over and ran his hand in lazy circles over her belly. "Isn't that right, little guy? What do you want to be called? Adam? Michael? Nicolas?" He chuckled when he felt a few small movements under his hand. "Okay...those didn't feel like he liked the names. You got any ideas, love?"

"Well, we can always go with something like Peter or Carrington..." She looked down at her belly and thought for a long moment. "Or we can give him a name that means something, a legacy perhaps. We could name him James or Sirius; maybe we could do some research into your family's' names and give him a real Potter name."

Harry bit his lip as he thought back to the family tree he'd seen in the Potter Family Vault at Gringotts. "Well, James was a popular name among Potters. So was Charles. Those were the only names that came up frequently. As far as I know I'm the only Harry. There were a couple boys named Anthony on my mom's side of the family. But they mostly had girls and girl children are given flower names. Boys were as few and far between, as girls are in the Weasleys."

Rubbing her belly thoughtfully, she sighed. "Well my family isn't known for producing a lot of children. Both my parents were only children, they only had me...I never met my mum's parents, they died even before my mum married my dad..." Sighing, she bit her lip, "Maybe I ought to get one of those baby name books from the library. Our son should have a wonderful name..."

Harry nodded slowly. "Maybe he could be the first Sirius in the Potter clan? Sirius James Potter." He mulled it over for a bit before turning to Hermione. "What do you think?" It sounded to him like a good name. It was a perfect way to honor his father and godfather. "I kind of like it." He hoped she liked it. But at the same time he'd understand if she wanted something else, something more original.

Leaning over, she rested her head on his shoulder. "Don't be mad at me, Harry...but I think we should see our son before we decide one-hundred percent that we're keeping one name or another. And I think we should have several choices." She bit her lip, "I mean what if the kid comes out and he looks like a Steven or, Merlin forbid, a Tom." She smiled, "I love the name Sirius James...but I'd like to think about it more."

Harry nodded with a small smile. "I agree that we should wait. But, at the same time I'd like to have something to call him other than him or little guy. At least for now, until we see him and decide on something permanent," He was thankful that she thought the name was a good one. He really wanted to call his son Sirius. But he didn't want to make Hermione feel pressured into choosing a name she didn't really want. "Do you have any ideas for names?"

"Well...we could name the baby Cedric." She said softly, her eyes meeting Harry's as she suggested it. "I mean, it'd be a nice way to remember him. Or we could always go with some sort of variation on Harry, like Harold or something, to name him after his father." She gave him a soft kiss and finished off the last chocolate frog before setting her bowl aside. "Or maybe something will come to us, something spectacular we haven't even thought of yet."

Harry nodded his head. Cedric would be a good way to honor their fallen comrade. "No Potter has ever been named after their father or mother before. It was always different names. He'd definitely be unique in the family, the first to be named after his dad," He gave Hermione a wink and leaned over to kiss her belly. "Whatever name we decide on...it'll be the right one. And if it's not…well that's why they allow people to change their names." He gave her a soft chuckle and kissed her lips softly. He made a spitting sound and shook his head immediately after breaking apart form her. "Gross! Ice cream and vinegar; I was right...it doesn't taste good."

Hermione felt love burst inside of her as he leaned down to kiss the stretched expanse of her belly. He loved this child, she could feel it. The way his hand skimmed over the skin there, his lips seeming to seek out the source of their son's fluttering movements. "I love you," She whispered but the romantic mood was quickly made comical when he kissed her lips and came up spluttering. "Well I didn't ask you to snog me senseless and force yourself to taste it," She teased and folded her arms playfully. "I guess I just won't kiss you again!"

Harry gave a gasp of mock hurt when she threatened to never kiss him again. He immediately pounced her and began to snog her brains out. After what felt like a good five minutes Harry broke away from her. "If you ever threaten to not kiss me again...I might just die of a broken heart." He mock fainted and then started to laugh. "I mean that seriously...that's not funny! You break my heart." He gave her a playful frown before leaning in to kiss her again. "Did I change your mind about not kissing me anymore?"

Hormones flared and tears ran down Hermione's cheeks. "Oh Harry, I didn't mean to hurt you." She sniffled, burying her face in her hands. "I don't want to break your heart or hurt you or anything of the kind." She wrapped her arms around him tightly as he kissed her, pouring everything she had into those few kisses. "I love you; please don't be angry with me."

Harry realized the hormones were flaring again when she started to cry. He immediately shushed her, running his hands over her back and through her hair. "Hey, I was only playing. Just like you were playing with me." He gave her a passionate kiss, pouring his love for her into it. "I'm not angry with you." He gave her a lopsided smile and kissed her again. "I'm sorry for making you think otherwise."

"No," She sniffled, "It's just me." She laid her head on his chest, curling up against him. "One minute I feel like I'm on top of the world, like nothing could possibly happen and the next I feel like crying. These hormones are making me go batty..." She rubbed her belly as she let out a strained laugh, "Thank you daddy."

Harry kissed her forehead gently as she curled up into his side. "No, it's the hormones. Nothing you can control." When she laughed Harry laughed along with her. "You're welcome mommy." He gave her a grin and idly stroked her hair. "Alright, so...this meeting with Amelia. You wanted to talk about it, right? What do you think we should ask her?"

Hermione gazed at him lovingly. He was so kind and understanding, he gave her everything she asked for, and many, many things she didn't. But that didn't change the fact that someone had done this to them. And whoever this person was, they needed to pay. "I think we should start with asking her who set up the appointment, then to see any forms we signed, maybe ask her if we seemed off or anything. We can't let her know too much, though...she runs the magical law enforcement division and we can't have this becoming a ministry case. We need to solve this one ourselves."

Harry's eyes drifted up to the ceiling, the many possibilities for what could happen at their meeting with Amelia were running through his head. This was going to be a lot more difficult than simply keeping their friends in the dark. Amelia was the head of Magical Law Enforcement and she had tons of Aurors in an out of her office at all hours of the day. She was trained to notice things that others weren't. That meant she was more likely to realize that their questions were odd for a couple to be asking, and that something might be up. It could be a good thing if she ended up being on their side; maybe she'd at least let them handle it on their own. But it could be bad if she was part of the plot, or like Hermione said, tried to take over the case. "It'd probably go over better if we told her that our questions were for Gringotts. Tell her that the Old Families had different procedures and we needed to make sure they were met for the bank to grant you access you my funds and such. She's a pureblood, but not from one of the Old Families, and I don't think any of her Aurors are from the Old Lines except Tonks...but she's not likely to know any of it, seeing as her side of the family was wiped off the tapestry."

Nodding, Hermione smiled, "That's a good idea. Every one of the old families has a different set of rules for who can access the vault and why. We could make this seem like an issue with the Black vault because you aren't technically a Black. Tonks and Draco are the last living members of the Black Family, after all. So even though you have access, getting your wife and child onto the access roster might be hard." Leaning over she kissed him, "You're brilliant!"

Harry gave Hermione his trademark lopsided grin and returned the kiss. "Well, not as brilliant as you. But, I do have my moments of brief genius." It was truly a good plan. There were only a few Old Families left; the Malfoys, Potters, Blacks, Longbottoms, and the Ambrosias family who were the line said to be descended from Merlin himself. Of course the plan could fail horribly if Amelia had taken to learning the old customs, but that was unlikely. She'd have no reason to.

Chuckling, Hermione nodded, "Only brief moments? Well I think the wizarding world would beg to differ." She hated to do it but they were already running behind. "Come on, love, let's see about a shower..." She bit her lip, "On second thought, we want to see Amelia before tomorrow afternoon so I'm going to do a cleansing charm."

Harry chuckled and stood up. "A cleansing charm? Why not a real shower?" Did she think she was too big? That it would take forever for her to wash herself? "You know I can take a shower with you and help you wash if you think you need it." He gave her a sly grin. "Of course, we might get distracted from washing by...other things." It seemed that they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Whenever they were alone like this, they went at it like bunnies. The shower would probably start off innocent enough, but Harry foresaw that quickly degrading to a wet love making session. That made it a good idea in his eyes, not like meeting with Amelia at a specific time was important to him. She always made time for Harry when he went in to visit; it must have been one of the perks of being a national hero and school friend of Susan's.

"That's what I mean, love," Hermione said, her voice coming out as a soft moan. "If we decide to take a bath or a shower, there's not much chance we'll ever make it out of this house. And while I'm not ready to pop yet, I want to have this mystery solved by the time I give birth. I don't want to go into that fearing for our son's safety." Kissing him softly, she carefully made her way out of the bed and grabbed her wand, doing a quick charm and then walking—more like waddling—over to the closet. "I think the grey set of robes we bought would look nice today."

Harry chuckled and made his way to the bathroom. "Well cleansing charms may work for you...but I need a shower." Cleaning charms were well and good, hell they'd saved him from feeling like filth when he was on the run in seventh year. But, there really was no substitution for the real thing. A nice shower always made Harry appreciate life more, especially after Hogwarts. That left Harry wondering if the house elves put something in the water to lift the spirits of their masters. It wouldn't surprise him. He stepped out of the shower five minutes later and used a drying charm to expedite the dressing process. He chose a set of black robes with the family crest on the left breast. "Alright love, I'm ready."

Winky helped Hermione tame her hair while Harry took a shower. By the time he was out and dressed, her hair was done in a neat twist that fell down her back. Ever since she had gotten pregnant her hair had been thicker, more shiny...it was supposedly an effect of pregnancy, one that made her bushy hair more manageable. "Let's get to work. Time is running out." She grasped his hands as they headed for the floo, "And your son isn't getting any smaller."