DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING HARRY POTTER RELATED, ALL CREDIT GOES TO JK ROWLING!

A/N: To all of you that have reviewed, THANK YOU SO MUCH! Your words really help, and keep me going. This new chapter is basically going to be about Hermione's time in her own Limbo, Tom reading Hermione's letter, and the ritual to bring Hermione back. There's going to be some Tom POV in this chapter. I'll put a warning:)

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Darkness and Bliss


Hermione's POV

I am floating above a pure, dark bliss. It calls to me, but there is something keeping me from diving into it. Something keeping me grounded. I feel peaceful and happy just the way I am.

I hate that I left Tom all alone with a baby to raise by himself, but I know he can do it. He's the Dark Lord after all. I think I'll just go to sleep for a little while.

~~~~(o)(o)(o)~~~~

TOM's POV

My wife is dead. She just died. After giving birth to our half vampire daughter, Esura. She is dead on our bed. I couldn't stay in there any longer, so I took our daughter and conjured a crib for her, in my study. Now I'm sitting at my desk thinking about my late- wife. If I had been a normal person, maybe we could have had a normal pregnancy, and she would still be here. But no. I'm a half vampire that got his human wife pregnant. Then somewhere along the line, I fell in love with her. And now she's dead, leaving me with our daughter Esura. I hate myself. I killed her. I KILLED my WIFE!

I release a scream full of self- hatred and loss. My Hermione is dead, my sweet stubborn Gryffindor Princess is gone, and it's all my fault. I sit back down at my desk. An envelope is on top of all of my papers. It's addressed to me. Hesitantly I open the envelope. What is on the parchment makes me hate myself even more.

Dear my Beloved Tom

Since you're reading this, it means that I am dead. I charmed it to appear after I died. I never got to tell you this, but I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so very much that it hurts at times.

I love you so much that I would lie for you.

I love you so much that I would steal for you.

I love you so much that I would kill for you.

I love you so much that I would die for you.

I used to hate you, but that was because of what you stood for, and what I was told about you. It was drilled in my head that you were a crazy, sadistic, murdering bastard. Although that might be true, there was also a lot I didn't know about you. You're kind, loving, caring, the most intelligent person I've ever known, and the most selfless person I have had the pleasure of meeting.

You were willing to bind your soul to mine, in order to save me. I didn't need saving, because I found love in you. I know this probably hurts for you to read. Have you ever heard the saying "Let's create the perfect crime. I'll steal your heart and you'll steal mine."

Well you know what? You did just that, and it felt so good to surrender to you and your love.

You know how in muggle wedding vows they say till death do we part? Well with us, I say "I will love you forever and always. I will love you forever, that even death cannot keep us apart. I will love you for all and eternity, even in death."

Even in Death, I will love you.

Love,

Hermione

You're right Hermione. Even Death itself cannot keep me from getting to you. I dare someone to try and stop me from bringing you back.

I get up from my desk, and knock on the girl's door. Ginny, as Hermione calls her slowly opens the door.

"Yes Master?"

"Ginny. Watch Esura. I am going to bring Hermione back to me."

I expand her room by 4 feet in each direction, then conjure a crib in the corner of her room, adding a refrigerator filled with blood bottles, baby food, and several bowls of soup. I conjure a microwave in the corner for Ginny to use while I am busy preparing the ritual and fixing Hermione's body. I also add a changing table with packs and packs of diapers.

"Yes Master."

"Oh, and do be careful to watch out for Esura. She bites."

I put a silencing charm on the room, and lock the door. I glide over to my dead wife, ready to prepare her body for her return.

The Healers cleaned her body, and redressed her in one of her many dresses. The black material hugs her waists, emphasizing her curves. Her stomach has deflated, now that the baby is out of her. I check over all her internal organs. The only thing she needs is a new heart.

I go down to the dungeons in search of a heart worthy to be in my Hermione's body. I stumble across the trembling body of Luna Lovegood. She's completely selfless and caring. Just like my Hermione. She will be perfect. I walk into her cell, and she cowers in fear.

"Miss Lovegood. Come here." She hesitantly takes a step towards me. "Come here." I say a dangerous edge to my voice. She finally reaches me. I circle her like a hawk sizing up its prey. "Yes. You shall be perfect. Turn around." She immediately obeys my orders.

I know what she sees right now. An impossibly handsome young man with glowing silver eyes, and fangs. I capture her neck, twisting it. It snaps with a satisfying crunch. I reach inside her chest, and pull out her still beating heart. I use my super human speed, and reach Hermione. I slice open her chest, and remove her still cold heart, replacing it with the Lovegood girl's heart. Using shock treatment, I restart the heart, to get it pumping blood. For good measure, I slit the skin over my heart, and let my blood flow onto her heart, mixing with her own. Then I grasp Hermione's horcrux ring in my hand, whispering the activation charm three times. Oh god, I hope this works.

I call to her with my mind, trying to increase her likability to return.

After a few moments, I begin to release her hand, but then feel her tiny delicate fingers begin to tighten around mine, but then it slackens.

I rest my head on Hermione's torso, and allow one tear to fall down my cheek. I feel her fingers tighten around mine completely, this time not releasing me. I quickly heal her chest wounds, so she won't be in too much pain when she returns.

Her eyes flutter open, and she blinks several times. I gasp when you look into her eyes. Her once doe brown eyes are now a glowing molten gold lava. "Hermione..." I whisper, trailing off.

"Tom." She says, her voice sounding hoarse.

"You're back. You're alive."

"Thanks to you. Tom, I love you." she says, before falling into a deep sleep.

~~~~(o)(o)(o)~~~~

Esura's POV

Two Years Later

I have been alive for two years. My mother has been in a sort of coma for the past two years. My Father has grieved over my Mother for the past two years.

It is all my fault that my Mother is a living corpse and that my Father is in so much pain. If I hadn't been born the way I am, my Mother would be here with my Father, watching me grow up at a normal pace, instead of my accelerated growth due to me being a half vampire.

My Mother is Hermione Jean Granger- best friend of the Boy Who Lived and Then Died Harry Potter, Gryffindor Princess, the smartest witch of her age, the Dark Lady, and the Dark Lord Voldemort's wife. My father says I look just like her.

My walnut brown hair falls in tight ringlets to my shoulders, and my "burnt timber wolf grey" eyes (according to my mother) are like saucers. I look as if I am the age of 14 right now. I was born a natural Ligilemens and Occlumens, like my Mother. I have a passion for books that matches no others, well except my Mother and maybe my Father's. Father calls me a bookworm. He says I get it from my Mother. I think I get it from both of them, seeing as how Father's always in his Study which is jam packed with books- rare editions, books believed to be burned, some muggle philosophy books, and many many more. I spend most of my time in there, whenever I am not by my Mother's side.

I wait by her bed at every waking moment, waiting for her to awaken and finally get to hold me in her arms.

Not that I'm complaining. Father and Aunt Ginny have given me plenty of love. Father did his best at raising me, and whatever he couldn't accomplish, Aunt Ginny always made up for.

Now that Father is young again, witches have been making passes at him. But he turns them all down. He remains faithful to Mother even though she isn't there to love him back. That is the kind of love I want to have one day. Love so strong even Death can not keep them apart. Father would walk to the end of the world and back for my Mother, and I know she would do the same. I felt it when I was inside of her. I would catch images and thoughts of my Father from my mothers mind when I was in her womb. Although he was kind of freaky looking (I don't know how Mother found that snake face thing attractive) and an "evil murdering bastard", she still came to love him very deeply.

I walk into my Mother's room, which is hardly disturbed. The house elves bathe and change her clothes every day, and dust every week. Today, she's dressed in a powder blue long sleeved italian lace mini dress, with cream stilletoe pumps on her delicate feet. Father and I are the only ones that go in there anymore. I usually sit in there and read, whenever Father isn't in there. I curl up on the bed beside her, wrapping my arms around her stomach.

A tear trickles down my cheek, and I snuggle even closer to my Mother's cool body. "I'm sorry Mum."

I feel arms wrap around my shoulders, stroking my hair. "It's okay Esura. Mummy's here now." a voice says, laced with sleep and tiredness.

My head jerks up, and I look into my mothers amber eyes. "Mum!" I gasp.

"I've been lying in here, wondering when I should get up to tell you all that I am back. But now I don't have to. You came to me. My you have gotten big." My Mother's tinkling voice says. "Where's your Father? How long has it been? How old are you? What have I missed?"

"Hold on Mum." I get up and yell out the door. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDD! I yell at he top of my lungs.

Father pops into the room. He has a slight scowl on his face. "Esura, what have I told you about yelling in the house?"

"Father. It's just that-"

"And why are you in here? I don't want you disturbing your Mother while she rests."

"Father Mother is-"

"And shouldn't you be studying? Why are you not in the Blue Room with Miss Tinsdale?" Father asks, repeatedly cutting me off.

"Tom! Stop berating the girl, and come give your wife a hug!" My mother says rather loudly.

Father's head whips around to look at my mother, who is currently standing at the edge of the bed. "Hermione..." He whispers her name so lovingly. "Is it really you?"

"Yes Tom. It's really me. Meet me half way."

Mother gracefully walks over to Father, who is meeting her half way. The two embrace in the center of the room, their lips joining in a sweet loving kiss.

Feeling as if I am intruding on their private life, I sneak out of the room.


Mmmm! So, Hermione returns in this chapter after two years. It must have been incredibly painful for Tom to see his wife in his daughter so much. The story is going to turn back over to Hermione's POV next chapter. We had some Esura POV this chapter too. Esura is now 14, or around that age, and it's only been 2 years.

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xoxo Carson