Last Chapter: "Don't worry about it, Hermione. If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to ask." Harry said, smiling at Hermione as everybody said there goodbye's. The Potter's watched as the Malfoy's made their way down their driveway before apparating away.

"Do you think they'll be okay in the end?" Ginny asked just as they had apparated from the spot.

Harry sighed and grabbed his wife's hand. "I don't know, Gin. I just don't know…."

There was a strange mood that seemed to be hovering around the Malfoy family home after they had left the Potters, yet nobody said anything.

Draco, who felt guilty about lying to Hermione and going behind her back, tried to keep to himself as much as possible. The second they entered their home, he declared he had work to do and marched up the stairs, locking himself in his study where he sulked from lying yet again.

He had no work to do, and he knew it. But he also knew that after dinner, Hermione would approach him and ask him if they were going to tell Rose. He would want to say no because he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to admit Rose was a squib and by telling her… he would be making it true. He would be admitting that what he was always denying couldn't be denied anymore and actually was true.

Hermione, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. When they got home, she put Charlotte up for a nap, then headed for the kitchen to make herself some tea. She sat at the kitchen table, both her hands wrapped tightly around the cup, as she stared down at the table. Her mind continued to wander to things she just didn't want to think about it, which only caused her to think about them even more. She knew Draco was avoiding her and the kids. He had been away from work for two days now. There was no reason he should have work to do because Blaise should have been taking care of everything for him. She couldn't help but feel hurt because she knew, even though he would deny it, that he was avoiding them because he really didn't want to talk about it.

And her mind traveled to Rose. Poor Rose who had wanted nothing more than to join into the magical society and become a witch. She would run around as a little girl with her pink robes that Hermione and Draco had bought her for her birthday one year, and a licorice wand in one hand, muttering spells that she had heard or had just made up from the top of her head. Her favorite topic was what house she was going to be when she got into Hogwarts and all the friends she would make.

Now… they would have to break her heart.

Now… they would have to tell her it was never going to come true.

So, Hermione sat on at the kitchen table with a broken heart as her mind wandered to unwanted things and she listened to Rose and Ellie arguing from the other room, and not saying anything.

A couple hours later, Hermione went back upstairs to wake up Charlotte from her nap, then brought her back downstairs, breaking up yet another fight between Ellie and Rose. Hermione found Rose and Ellie's relationship humorous on several occasions. Rose's personality really was a spitting image of Hermione, while Ellie was exactly like Draco in every way possible, and the two continued to bicker and argue with one another just like Hermione and Draco had done until their fifth year. The similarities were remarkable.

After telling Rose to watch Charlie, Hermione proceed to the kitchen to cook dinner. Within an hour, she had spaghetti and meatballs laid out in a bowl in the middle of the table and called her family in to eat. All of her children came came running and Hermione assisted them with getting their food before whipping her hands clean. "I'm going to go tell your father it's time for dinner since he's obviously hard of hearing. Don't argue and please try and be nice to each other." She said, looking back from Rose to Ellie. Ellie rolled his eyes and Rose just looked down at her plate. "Watch them Charlotte." Hermione said before leaving the kitchen and quietly heading up the stairs.

"Yes Mummy!" She yelled, taking a forkful of green beans and shoving them into her mouth. Hermione smiled slightly.

She slowly walked down the hallway until she reached the door to Draco's office. She pressed her ear against the door, trying to hear inside, but when she couldn't hear anything, she knocked lightly on the door. She heard scurrying and backed up away from the door just as Draco opened it. "Hey." Draco said quietly.

"Dinners ready." Hermione said just as quietly.

"Oh, okay. I'll be down in a second." Hermione nodded and then turned to walk back downstairs, but stopped once she heard Draco calling her name. "Hermione." She turned and faced him to see him staring back at her with sad eyes as she looked back at him with the same expression. Hermione blinked to fight back the tears and to prevent them from falling down her cheeks, and Draco of course noticed. He held out his arms and Hermione quickly fell into them. With the palm of her hands pressed against his chest and her head resting on his shoulder, she let the silent tears fall. Draco could feel them hitting his shirt as he wrapped his arms around Hermione and rubbed her back, resting his head on the top of hers. "It's going to be okay, Hermione." Draco said as he kissed her on the top of her head. "We're going to be okay. We're going to pull through this."

"How?" Hermione asked through her tears. "How are we going to be okay? How are we going to tell Rose?"

"We'll just have to tell her." Draco sighed. "We'll just have to be honest with her and tell her what we know."

"If we were to be honest with her we would tell her everything." Hermione suddenly pulled back and looked up into Draco's eyes. "We would tell her everything."

Draco removed his hands from Hermione's back, placing them on her shoulders, as he looked down at her. "You don't mean-"

"I do." Hermione nodded and then lowered her head to the ground so she was studying the carpet. "She only knows the small details, like that she was used for Voldemorts plan and that we spent months on the run before we actually fought the war. She knows nothing major about what happened to her as a baby. In order for her to understand why she has no magic, we have to tell her everything."

"Hermione." Draco shook his head. "We can't tell her everything. She's too young."

"She's eight."

"Exactly. You want to tell an eight year old that her mother and father used to hate each other, that the only reason she was born was because of a plan Voldemort had, that because of Voldemorts plan and the fact that you were pregnant with her you spent an entire summer locked away and starved almost to the brink of death, that she was kidnapped and a house elf was killed in the meantime, that you almost died trying to save her from the wrath of Bellatrix, that she was made into a horcrux, and that I raped you." Hermione sighed, biting her lower lip, and then nodding. "You can't tell that to an eight year old, Hermione."

"If we can't tell her that then we can't tell her that she is a squib. And for us not to do that… it's wrong." Draco sighed and shook his head, looking down the hallway. "We have to tell her. We have to tell her everything before it's too late, just like Healer Carter said."

Draco stared at Hermione for a few seconds, his mouth open slightly. He was hoping Hermione would be able to see what he was thinking so he wouldn't have to say it, but she just stared back at him. "I don't… I don't think-"

"What?" Hermione cut him off sadly. "You don't think you can tell her? Or were you going to say that you don't think you can handle it?" She was suddenly agitated at his selfishness, and it showed in her voice.

"Hermione-"

"Do you think this is easy for me?" She snapped. "Do you think I'm not having a hard trouble digesting all this? Of course you don't think you can do it. I don't even think I can do it. But we have to do this. We need to become the responsible adults we are and the great parents we were meant to be and own up to the mistakes we made in the past and admit that we were wrong." Draco looked at Hermione with a hidden respect. She was right, and he knew it. "We go to her and we tell her the truth. We tell her everything, and I mean everything, and then we take it from there. We hope that she'll learn from our mistakes and we'll hope that she'll forgive us?"

"Will she? Will she forgive us?"

Hermione sighed before nodding. "Yes. I think she will. Rose has a huge heart and think she'll eventually realize that everything we did, we did for her. We made our mistakes and our bad decisions that only lead to Voldemort turning her into a horcrux, but I think she'll see past that and realize that we have made up for that in the past." Draco sighed and as he did so, Hermione gave him a kiss on the chin. "She'll forgive us, Draco. But in order for her to start forgiving us… we have to tell her the truth."

"Okay." Draco said quietly. "We'll do it after dinner." Hermione nodded and then grabbed Draco's hand and turned to walk downstairs, but Draco pulled her back. "But I think it would be best to keep this from Ellie and Charlotte for now."

"Draco-"

"No, Hermione. I know that they need to know, and we will tell them. But don't you think we should give Rose time to get used to the fact that she doesn't have any magic in her before we go and break it to the others." Hermione thought quickly, before nodding her head in agreement, and then they both walked downstairs hand in hand.

The dinner table stayed quiet throughout dinner. Nobody spoke, and when they did it was only things like: "Can you pass the salt?" or "Can I have some more spaghetti?". After dinner, everybody retreated into the family room where Draco started up a fire using his wand and then took a seat at one of the recliners and started to read the Daily Prophet from that morning. Ellie layed on his stomach with his chess board in front of his as the enchanted pieces on the side opposite him magically moved so it was almost like Ellie was playing with an invisible man. Rose sat on the couch with her legs spread out across the cushions and a book propped up on her lap. Hermione, with Charlie's favorite books in her hand, read story after story to her youngest daughter as she rested her head on her shoulder and listed to the story like it was the first time she had ever heard it.

Once it reached eight that night, Hermione picked up a very tired Charlotte and carried her up to bed, both her daughters arms wrapped around her neck as her head rested on her shoulder.

When she came back downstairs after putting her to sleep, she looked at Draco and nodded her head as he returned the same gesture. "Ellie, go get ready for bed."

"But dad it's only eight!" He whined.

"I don't care if it's six." Draco snapped, putting the paper down on the side table after folding it back up. "When me or your mother tell you to do something, you do it, whether you like it or not."

"Ugh!" Ellie stood up and quickly stormed upstairs to his bed.

"I'll go get ready for bed too, Daddy." Rose said, putting her book down and standing up.

"Actually, honey, there's something me and your father wanted to talk to you about." Hermione said, taking a seat in the love seat, only to be joined moments later by Draco, who sat next to her and quickly gripped her hand for support.

Rose took the same spot she previously occupied and looked at her parents nervously. "Am I in trouble?"

"No, sweetie." Hermione said shaking her head.

"We just need to talk to you about something important." Draco added.

Rose nodded her head and Hermione licked her lips before beginning. "Do you remember when mummy took you to go see Healer Carter?" Rose nodded again. "Do you remember why mummy took you there?"

"To see if anything was wrong with my magic." Rose answered confidently. "There's nothing wrong with my magic… right?" When Hermione and Draco didn't answer, Rose instantly got tears in her eyes.

"Rosie, listen to-"

"When am I going to get my magic?"

Rose watched her parents, waiting for an answer. When Hermione didn't answer, Draco stepped up to the plate. "Rose, I need you to listen to me, okay? I need you to listen to everything I'm going to tell you because it's very important and if you don't listen you won't understand, okay?" Rose nodded, trying to hold back her tears. "Now, do you remember me and your mother telling you about the evil wizard named Voldemort?"

"Yes."

"Well, during the time that me and your mother went to Hogwarts, Voldemort had had a big influence on some people. I was one of them and to me, he was like a hero. I looked up to him, just like my father did, and because of that I believed in everything that he believed in. One of the things that he hated was muggleborns. Your mother is a muggleborn, and so because of that, I hated her."

"You hated Mummy."

Draco nodded, and then Hermione took over. "And I hated your father just as much. We were like enemies inside the castle. We couldn't stand the sight of each other."

"But you love each other now, don't you?"

Hermione and Draco looked at each other and smiled before turning back to Rose. "Of course we do."

"Then what happened? How come you don't hate each other anymore?"

Draco took over again. "Because of Voldemort." Rose looked confused. "When me and your mother were 15, Voldemort made me do something bad, Rose."

"What did he do?"

Draco gulped as he thought, trying to think of the best way to word a rape to an eight year old. "Voldemort… he…-"

"When two people love each other very much, they get married. Usually the mummy and the daddy will decide that they want to have kids. Next thing you know, the mummy is pregnant, just like how I was when I got pregnant with Charlotte." Hermione explained. "But your father and I didn't get married until after you were born, Rose."

"Why?"

"Because Voldemort made your daddy get me pregnant when we didn't love each other." Rose's eyes opened with shock as Hermione explained it all very slowly. "When I found out I was pregnant with you, Rose, me and your daddy eventually started to slowly fall in love with each other."

"So, you did love each other when I was born, right?"

"We loved each other very much." Draco said. "But once you were born, you were taken away from mummy and daddy by Voldemort and then Voldemort did something really really bad."

"What did he do?"

"Do you know what a horcrux is, Rose?" Hermione asked as Rose shook her head. "It's when somebody takes a part of their soul and puts it into something else. Voldemort… did this to you. He took a part of his soul and he put it inside of your body."

"I was a horcrux." Rose said slowly, digesting it all. "But… why?"

"Because in order for Uncle Harry to kill Voldemort, all the horcrux's would have to have been destroyed. He would have to kill them all, and Voldemort knew that Uncle Harry wouldn't be able to kill you, Rose." Rose nodded in understanding. "But then, during the final battle for Hogwarts, I had to save your life by diving in front of a killing curse. Because I did that, the horcrux that was inside of you came out of you and daddy was able to destroy it. We then all ran and helped your Uncle Harry kill off Voldemort."

"But… what does this have to do with my magic?"

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, to finally tell her daughter everything, but found that no words came out. Draco watched Hermione's internal struggle and decided that it was his turn to speak. "Rose, we went and talked to Healer Carter today. He told us that because you were turned into a horcrux…" Draco licked his lips. "you have no magic."

Everything got quiet for a few seconds, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop from the kitchen.

"What?" Rose finally asked, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I don't have any magic?" Draco shook his head no. "But… but then I can't go to Hogwarts! I'll never be able to do any magic! I'll never make any magical friends! I'll never see what house I get to be in!" Rose stood up, her hands clenched into fist at her sides. "I'll never get a magical wand!"

"Rose-"

"No!" Rose was now crying hysterically. "Why is this happening to me?! This is all your fault!"

"Rose, everything is going to be okay." Hermione said, standing up and wrapping her arms around Rose, but Rose only pushed her away.

"How do you know!? Nothing is going to be okay!" And with that, Rose sprinted up the stairs as tears rolled down her cheek, and slammed her bedroom door shut.

Hermione and Draco listened as Rose's cries traveled down the stairs to their ears, and it broke their hearts. Draco stood up and walked over to Hermione to see that she was crying as well. He quickly wrapped his arms around her and let her crying into his chest.

They could continue to lie to themselves and each other by saying that everything was going to be okay. They could keep saying that everything would eventually turn out right in the end. But, ultimately, Rose was right.

Nothing was going to be okay.

Sorry for the delay on this chapter guys. i had the WORST writers block ever, but i finally pushed myself through it and i hope it was a good chapter. oh, also, nobody guessed correctly on who the mystery person is who is planning on getting revenge on Draco and Hermione. next chapter the person will be making an appearance, and i can promise you it will be somebody you won't expect.

thanks to those who reviewed last chapter:

pink-strawberries: we'll see if your right :)
jessirose85: idk if you read the story before this, but Lucius is dead. He was the one who Voldemort killed so he could make Rose into a horcrux. just wanted to tell you to stop any confusion in the future :)
dracomalfoyswifey: your review had to cracking up. thanks for the laugh!
lacym3: great guesses, even though it wasn't right lol :). and yes you are totally right, Draco is EXTREMELY selfish.
mjmusiclover: thanks! hope this one was just as good.
TomFeltonLover1990: first off... love your name!!!!! i'm a HUGE fan of Tom Felton myself. good guess with who you thought the revenge was, but just keep in mind that in my story before this, Ron basically forgave Draco for what he did and they are all pretty much best friends now.
 kydarkangel2007: lol he can be a big rat sometimes, can't he?

thanks once again to everybody who reviewed! if you guys want to take another guess, i'll still give you the chance to get a chapter dedicated to yourself. heck, i'll even throw in a hint: they make their first appearance in chapter 3.

try again and thanks for reading!