LLL- I'm so sorry for the wait, but people, im only 16. I have so many exams to study for! If I fail one, my punishment isn't "No more tv, no more facebook, no more phone." My punishment is, " no more reading. No more writing. No more imagination." Do you know how much that would kill me? Anyway, I have it all here. Enjoy!

Snape's POV

I walk over to the bowl and dip the rag into the heated water. The atmosphere is dark and grey. Clouds have been conquering the sky all day, ceasing to leave anytime soon. It's been two weeks since the incident and there has been no sign of Victoria's whereabouts. No one has seen her since. Even the deatheaters have been at bay lately and that worries the ministry, as well as the Order. They have panicking beliefs that Victoria is planning something big. Something that takes time. But that has been the least of my worries.

I stand over Hermione and gently place the warm rag on her iced forehead. With an irritated grunt, she throws it to the floor. She has only been pregnant for two weeks but it appears as if 8 months have passed. Her stomach rounds greatly under the sheets.

"No! I'm burning up.."

"Hermione, your temperature is 20 degrees below normal. You need to stay warm or you will die."

"But Severus...," she whines to me. With all my mite, I fight how much I want to comply with her to relieve her pain, but I know that will only hurt her in the long run.

"If you die the baby will die." Her expressions softens and she pulls the covers tighter.

"May I have the rag please." I do as she asks and turn back to the window. It's been like this the entire two weeks. She is putting what's inside her before herself and it's killing me. I wish I could understand women and why they make such foolish decisions. I can' t believe I've fathered a monster. This demon. It doesn't feed off of what she eats, it feeds off of soul. It's killing her from the inside out and still she sees nothing of it. A natural born Sirian is unheard of and therefore, greatly feared among the masses. How can one feed and nurture something if they lack the knowledge of what it feeds on to begin with. It's madness.

"Ugh" I run to Hermione's bedside as she grunts.

"It's Okay. Breath normally. Not too much not too little."

"O-kay." She gasps, smiling.

"Why do you look so happy?"

"I can't... believe this is... happening. We're ha-ving a baby."

"So those are tears of joy I see?"

"No. It just hurts so bad. AHHH!" Madam pomfrey walks in to the room and Hermione screams again.

"I'm sick of this," I hiss with a jolt of anger "We are using magic and getting this thing out of you."

"It's not a thing. It's our child and we're doing this naturally."

"Naturally? What part of this is natural to you? No baby I know needs to absorb their mothers soul for survival."

"Are you really that much against this!"

"No, I just love you too much to see sit here and watch you hurt."

"But it's what I want!"

"What you want is stupid and it's going to end up getting you killed!"

"How could you..."

My anger is flowing through every inch of my body. Madam Promfrey injects yet another needle into her arm.

"If you won't support me. I know someone who will." She struggles to reach her wand. When she finally gains a good grasp of it, she presses it to the mark on her arm. What is she up to? It glows green and smoke appears next to me. Out of nowhere, Victoria lands next to me, a smile painted upon her face. My entire body is petrified before I can even consider taking the offensive.

"You rang?" She jeers.

"I'm pregnant. The baby is Sirian. What do I do?"

"Well I don't know. I've never had to deliver a Sirian baby. It's never even been done, but it sure does look like the rascal is making quite a meal of you."

I struggle to move but still my results are unnoticed. "Why did you bring her here. How did you even get her here?"

"I need someone who can support what I want and tell me that what i'm doing is right," she says.

"Victoria walks around me, still smiling. " I can only imagine what's going through your mind right now, but this child is coming whether you like it or not. And as for her calling me, Hermione and I are connected I will always no where she is and she will always know where I am unless we carve this sign off of our arms."

"You should be dead. You're a murderer."

"And here I stand. If you kill me then you hurt Hermione. So pick your choose."

"Put me down and see what my pick will be."

"I'm not the one holding you."

"Huh?" I look over at Hermione and she's staining more than usual. " No! Put me down. You need to conserve the energy you have left. Please."

"She can't... get hurt hurt."

"I won't touch her!"

I regain control of my limbs, falling to the 's pants fill the empty air as I look at the floor. She's ignorant. That damn baby is blinding her logic.

"Ok. You need nourishment if we want this baby to make it." she tells her in a confident tone. " And I know exactly where to get that." Victoria apparates and returns with a jar in her hand without a second to spare. Black and white stars float around in the green tinged jar.

"Are those...?"

"Yep. Real souls and pretty damn good ones if I may say so myself. it took me a while to round this bunch up. I did it about a month ago for emergencies."

"Why are you using it now?"

"You don't see this as an emergency? I see why she called me."

"Why are you here? I don't get it. You're wanted by all Ministry of Magic and you come to the heart of the hell hole to deliver a baby?"

"No Sirian has ever left another behind and I won't start now. Sirians stick together because we are all we've got. Being muggle born, there isn't even a such thing as having parents and judging by your attitude, this kid is going to have it just as hard as the next Sirian."

Before I can respond, Hermione jumps in. "I still believe what she is doing is right. I still believe in her and you would too if you were connected to her as I am. Right now she feels like another me."

"She's nothing like you!" I scold. The two both ignore my remark. Victoria opens the jar and the souls hover through the air. Eventually, they circle above her head like a halo. One by one, they go into her mouth. It pains me to watch but the change is noticeable. Her skin is beginning to regain its original pigment and her eyes are brightening. Who would have the most evil woman in the world would end up being the one to bring her to health.

"How are we doing in here?" Madam Pomfrey says walking in. It doesn't take long for her to catch sight of the scene and freeze. "Severus?"

"Don't ask, just know that it's helping her." I turn back to Victoria and glare at her. "So does this mean that thing is going to be drinking a bottle of souls."

"No you idiot. It's still human. It can eat regular food. Souls are only an occasional course of consumption, but it's still vital for our survival."

"Why do you eat them so often then?"

"Because they are good and make us more powerful."

"You need to die."

"I'm over a million years old. Good luck with that."

"UUGHH!"

"What's wrong?
I ask.

"It's here!" Pomfrey snaps out of her mental hysteria and runs to her bed. Lifting up the sheets, she checks the dilation.

"OK you guys this is the time this what we've been waiting... two weeks for.

There's screaming.

There's pep talking. The agony on her face and the pain in my heart.

Then, there is a baby. Not crying. Eyes open. Red eyes and silver hair. Starring at mommy while she weakly holds him smiling.

"He's so powerful," Victoria whispers. I believe it was supposed to be to herself but it traveled quite a bit.

"What are you going to name him," Madam Pomfrey asks us.

Then the strangest thing happens. At the same exact time, in perfect unison, both Hermione and Victoria say the name, "Dietrich." It's something I never would have thought of. Hermioen's eyes droop and she her head falls to the side. I rush to her but Pomfrey stops me.

"It's Okay. She simply passed out from exhaustion. I don't blame her."

I watch Victoria pick the child up in a cradle hold. Slightly hesitant, Pomfrey gives her a bottle to feed it. The picture looks slightly awkward. It almost makes them both look almost human. "How did you get it out of her. It looks two."

In a low whisper, she replies, "Don't tell Hermione but there was no way to naturally get that baby out of her without ripping her insides to ribbons. I had to use a spell."

"I understand. Thank you."

"I hope the two of you can cope while I go get the birth certificate." She walks out and I look at Victoria only to see she's already sending me a devious smirk.

"What?"

"Oh nothing. Would you like to hold your son?"

Walking over to her, I take the child in my arms. Born as a toddler. None of this is right. Hermione still has years of Hogwarts to finish and I am a Professor. We can't waste our time raising a demon. His eyes look around as he drinks. They pierce red. Then he looks up at me. Slowly, they turn yellow. Yellow?

"Well will you look at that. He's like me. His eyes change with his emotions, but it looks like red might actually be his domain color."

No. We can't do this. I hand the child to Victoria and leave. Quickly I make my way into the Great Hall. The one place I know those hooligans will be. Of course they are sitting at a table, conversing amongst themselves. I sit and their attention switched.

"You told me you've succeeded in making it once and the results were tremendous. It's a complicated potion."

"We can whip it up for you with small reimbursement."

"I'll pay you but I'll need it as soon as possible." Looking at these two and asking for a favor is killing me inside, but it's the only way Hermione can ever have a normal life together. I don't know if it's that I truly don't want a child or if I don't want this one

The two red headed pranksters have a grin one there face and in unison they say, " Okay Mr. Snape. You've got yourself an aging potion."

LLL- Hope everyone liked, even though I know this chapter was little shaky format wise. For those who are wondering. His name, Dietrich, is pronounced, Dee- trick. Once again. Thanks for the wait. And for those who don't remember from the beginning of the story, yes Victoria's eyes change with her emotion, but she can control it. Sometimes... Facebook LordLossLove... Please Review.

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