"What do you mean 'Mione?" Harry asked inside. He set the tea kettle on the stove, and sat down.

"Isn't obvious? Malfoy wants to resurrect Trober. Just like Wormtail did. Remember when he cut off his arm for Voldermort? Malfoy was hoping to grab the twins for the resurrection. I can't believe I didn't see that before." Hermione sighed leaning back in her chair. She thought back to the water. Here she was, brightest witch of her age, and she couldn't swim.

"Ron?" Hermione questioned. "Can you teach me how to swim? I'll just leave the twins with my Mum…" She cut off. "Oh Ron. I completely forgot about the funeral!"

Hermione rushed up stairs and quickly looked around for a phone book. "I'm completely stupid to forget a matter this important!" She scolded herself.

"No you're not." Ron whispered, as he held Brooke and Kaiden. "Ronald, don't you give me that! I don't care what you say, your parents didn't die and you just didn't happen to forget about this!" She hissed, instantly regretting saying it.

"No, no, you're right. But Hermione, it's okay. Really it is. We'll teach you how to swim, we'll kill Trober, we'll get through this funeral, Hermione, really, and it'll all work out." Ron told her, setting the twins on the bed, sitting beside her.

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Harry sat on the patio thinking about Tyler, Ginny, and his parents. He felt bad for Hermione. Her parents lived through the war, and they had to be killed before Kaiden or Brooke ever met them. Now Tyler was the same, but he had born way after his grandparents had been killed.

Ginny and Harry talked to him for a while. "I can't believe that Hermione has to go through all of this. She's an only child. I know Harry, so are you, but to have to plan their funeral. I don't know how she does it Harry! With twins, too!" She exclaimed picking up Tyler and starting inside.

"Harry, I think I'll help Hermione out a little more. I mean, Tyler and the twins could play. Don't you dare retort on that, Harry Potter, by telling me that the twins are to little to play! I know they are so shut your mouth." She smirked.

Harry sighed and sat down watching as Ron came down with the twins. He frowned at Harry and sighed, lying the children down in the play-pen. "She's having a hard time with places. They can't do much. She thinks she's got a place. But they're not sure. If so, the funeral will be tomorrow only. After that, I leave for work. So we're going back." Ron stated leaning back in his chair, thanking Ginny quietly for the cup of tea she had placed in front of him.

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"What? What do you mean you're booked? No, sir, you don't understand. Oh! I don't understand do I? Well you know what! You can all… Hello?" Hermione hung up the phone groaning as she threw herself on to the bed. "I'm so sorry Mum and Dad." She cried. Finally, regaining her composure, she called another place.

"Really? You can take them? Oh thank you so much! Yes, tomorrow only! Thank you! Good-bye" She sighed sitting down and relaxing. Tomorrow would be another day.
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Brooke started to cough and choke like. She was sneezing and coughing, and so Ron picked her up. It was when Hermione came down stairs after her shower, did Brooke start vomiting. Ron picked her up, worry in his face. "Did you have too much milk?" He asked smiling a bit.

The whole night, every half hour, Brooke was vomiting. And it didn't take long for Kaiden to start either.

"Ron, I want to get them to the hospital. Please." Hermione begged, packing them up and calling Ginny to come over. After Harry and them were at their flat, they flooed to St.Mungo's baby floor and they were taken by doctors.

Hermione, beside herself, paced back and forth. Ron tried to calm her down, but nothing worked. "Ron, my babies are in there vomiting, not keeping anything down and you're telling me to relax? Honestly Ron!" She walked out of the waiting room and into the gift shop. "I'm horrible. I should have known something was wrong. Was it my fault they are like this?" She wondered out loud.

Ginny followed her down, Tyler walking right beside her. "Aunt 'Mione! Aunt 'Mione! How's Kaiden and, and, and, Brooke? Are they okay?" Tyler called. "I made them cards and.. me and Mommy and Daddy bought them something." He smiled.

Hermione grinned. "Tyler, it's Mommy, Daddy and I." She laughed. "But thank-you for getting them something. I'm sure they'll like it." Hermione laughed.

"No prob… prob…problame." He smiled. Ginny laughed, correcting her son. "Hermione, Tyler will give it to you when we get to the room. I wanted to talk to you. Hermione, you're not a bad mother. They get sick. It happens. But you…"

"Aunt 'Mione! Aunt 'Mioneeeee!" Tyler interrupted. "Can the twins stay at our house one night? I really want to spend a lot of time with them playing and.. and… watching movies… and a whole bunch more! Please?!"

Hermione nodded. "Yes, maybe one day when they get bigger okay?" She smiled.

Ron came running down the steps. "'Mione! They called me into work. I'm going to go. Call me if you need me, okay? I'm sorry love. But I really need the hours. Harry can also buzz in. Well he needs to, too. So, Gin, he's going in a little later at 5. I go 3-6. Harry goes 5-6.See you love!" Ron kissed Hermione, and hugged her tightly. "It'll be okay love." He whispered, dissaparating.

Hermione nodded. "As you were saying, Ginny." She smiled. And Ginny and Hermione turned back around to talk.

5 o'clock rolled around fast. Harry left for work, only to come back 10 minutes later with a bag and his wand.

"Hermione, Trober's taken over the ministry. Ron left you a note. He's in Askaban."