(More drama... Hope you guys like it! All righty, then. Enjoy!)

Curious orbs peered about the vast mansion. She took a few steps forward, curls blowing gently in the breeze. She'd never been here before... The scent of vanilla and what seemed to be salt water filled her lungs as she took leary steps toward the enormous oak staircase. With each step the scent grew stronger... It was enchanting.

There were candles lit across the upstairs loft. In the center of the room was a lone armchair which was turned away from her. She cautiously approached it, feet silently shuffling as she moved.

"I am so glad you came," a sultry voice echoed. Leona's heart thudded in her chest as his poison filled her mind, hypnotizing her from head to toe. Her lips parted to release a small gasp as fingers gripped her waist, pulling her to sit with him. It wasn't by her own accord that she reached, lacing her delicate arms around his alabaster neck. Lips pressed against her flesh, shivers flying up and down her spine.

"Who are you?" Leona's voice was a whisper, her mind whirling from his enchantment.

"My name is Tom," he hissed, tongue darting out at her collarbone. Leona moaned softly, head tilting to the side on its own.

"Why am I... Here?" Her breath caught in her throat with every touch.

"For your parents... You just be still. I will take very good care of you," he breathed against her porcelain flesh.

"Where is Leona Snape?" Professor Dumbledore inquired, icy blue orbs searching his perplexed Transfiguration students.

Hermione burst through the doors, chest heaving, "Professor, I need to speak with you in the corridor, please."

"Certainly," Dumbledore nodded curtly, instructed his students to read page 300 to 350, and rushed out of the room behind a mussed Hermione.

"Leona is missing," Hermione's voice was desperate, her heart flying, "She was sleeping on the couch last night and when I got up she was gone. She hasn't been in any of her classes and she isn't in Ravenclaw. I've checked the Hosptial Wing... She's... She's gone!" Hermione slapped a hand to her parted lips, pacing back and forth.

"I'm sure there's some sort of logical explaination, Professor Snape. Just take a few deep breaths," he placed calming hands on her shoulders, icy eyes staring deep into her own.

"You're right... I don't know. Perhaps she went after Severus," Hermione tried to make sense out of the situation.

"And where did he get off to?" Albus inquired, brow furrowed.

"I don't know. We had an argument and... I passed out... When I woke up he was gone," Hermione half-lied.

"Well," skepticism laced his features, "We'll find them both."

Hermione nodded, some relief filling her form.

It was nearly eleven that evening before Hermione and Remus heard a knock at the door. Hermione jumped to her feet, racing to answer it for some news of her daughter. She'd been clammy all day, shaky... She felt ill.

"I know where she is," Albus was panicked, his face pale with worry.

"Where?" Hermione didn't like the state of his appearance.

"With Voldemort."

Hermione turned a horrid shade of white, "V-Voldemort? H-how...?" she trailed off, Remus holding her up to keep her knees from collapsing underneath her weight.

"I think he possessed her... I don't know how he's back... He's back, Hermione... He's back," Albus swallowed hard, his eyes no longer full of cheer as Hermione had come to love. They were cold... Afraid.

"I have to go get her! He'll kill her!" Hermione tried to pull out of Remus' grasp to no avail.

"No. I'll go. You stay here," Remus led her to the bedroom, helping her tuck in. "You need to rest. Make sure the baby is safe..." Remus kissed her softly. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, sobbing hard into his shoulder.

"Don't leave me," she gripped onto him for dear life.

"I won't. I will be back as soon as I have our daughter safe and sound," he kissed her forehead, pulling away reluctantly.

Hermione watched him retreat, honey eyes flooded with tears.

Hermione woke the next morning with a warm body pressed against her back. It had all been a dream... Thank God... Hermione turned and found Ginny curled under the covers. Her heart dropped into her stomach.

"Ginny," Hermione shook her best friend a bit, rousing her from a very deep sleep.

"Wha..?" Ginny groaned, turning to Hermione, "Oh... Hey. I got word back that they found Leona," Ginny's face was not as joyful as Hermione thought it should have been. She sat bolt upright.

"What's wrong? Is she dead?" Hermione began to cry again.

"No... Not exactly," Ginny bit her lower lip.

"What do you mean?!" Hermione's heart threatened to burst from her chest.

"He impregnated her," Ginny's features were laced with remorse.

(Short chapter. Sorry! Next will be longer.)