The ambulance arrived just moments after Hermione ended the call with the operator. Hermione opened the door and they rushed upstairs to where her parents were attempting to give the baby CPR.

The EMTs took the baby from his mother and rushed him to the ambulance.

"Mum, is Ethan going to be okay?" Hermione asked, worried.

Her mother didn't answer her; she was crying so hard that she couldn't speak.

"We hope so, Hermione, but we just don't know," her father answered. "We just keep hoping…"

They got into the family's vehicle and followed the ambulance to the hospital. The doctors took him immediately upon their arrival, and Hermione's mother followed them into the emergency room. Her father remained behind with Hermione, awaiting any news on his son's condition, though he already knew it was like the last time.

An hour later, Mrs. Granger came back out, tears streaming out of her eyes. Hermione rushed over to her mother and gave her a huge hug. Amy picked up her daughter and held her close, despite the fact that the eight-year old was much too big to be held.

Mr. Granger came over and joined his family in a hug. Hermione fell asleep on her mother's shoulder after a few moments, and her parents jumped on the chance to discuss the situation. Her mother laid her daughter across two chairs, and Hermione immediately curled up in a ball.

"He's gone, isn't he?" Mr. Granger asked, knowing the answer before he even asked.

"Yes, he died of SIDS, just as Michael did," she replied, the tears returning. "There was nothing they could do. He was dead before Hermione even found him."

The family left the hospital, carrying their only child to the car. Hermione slept on. Once again, they had lost a child, this being the second time to the natural death of SIDS.

Ethan's body was transferred to the funeral home where the viewing the next day. His eyes were open, the bright blue shining through. It was the only life still within him.

The family and friends of the Grangers met at Central London Funeral Home in the small chapel. Ethan's limp body lay in his tiny, miniature coffin. Hermione walked up front to where her little brother was, ripping herself away from her mother's grip. Hermione had experienced this numerous times, each time her mother not wishing for her daughter to leave her sight in fear of losing her as well.

Hermione fingered the lining of the coffin. She stared at her brother, and tears formed in her eyes. She couldn't stand to believe that just 24 hours ago, she had been saying good-bye to him as she headed off to the bus stop, not knowing it would be the last time she spoke to him.

Her parents came up and hugged her, as did several other family members and friends. Her grandmother whispered in her ear "Hermione, love, a young boy by the name of Todd says he wishes to speak to you."

She turned around and saw Todd, in a black suit, standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. Her feet carried her over to where he stood; she didn't even remember walking there.

"Hi Todd," she said.

"Hi Hermione," he replied. "I'm sorry to hear about your brother. Do you know what happened?"

"He died of SIDS. I found him yesterday when I went into his room to wake him from his nap for supper. He was already gone, though. I had another brother, Michael, who died of SIDS 3 years before I was born. I was my parent's miracle child because she was told that the chances of her having another child even on infertility treatments were very slim. She's been extremely lucky to even get pregnant with Dracyn, Bethany and Ethan."

"I'm sorry. I feel horrible. This shouldn't be happening to you. 4 siblings have been ripped away from you and you're only eight years old."

"Thanks."

There was an awkward silence that was broken by Hermione's parents telling her that they needed to head to the burial site. Todd's parents came up and told him they had to leave. The two friends separated, but Todd hurried back to her and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. Before Hermione realized what happened, he was already gone. She held that spot all the way to the car.

The funeral procession was exactly like the two she had been to before. They buried Ethan next to Bethany and Dracyn. His tomb stone said the same thing as his sisters' did, only slightly differing because of his sex.

Ethan Alexander Granger

June 13, 1986-October 15, 1986

A much loved and missed brother and son.

The End! Hope you enjoyed this story and keep reading when the last part of the series comes out. I will post it in a few weeks. Ignore the note in the last chapter; I'm not going to tie it into Growing Up. Just the books, possibly. I hope you enjoyed this and review!