CHAPTER THIRTY SIX- Packing Since Healer Tonnesen's last visit Hermione had been in overdrive trying to find the right book. During her breaks from the library she would determine how exactly to escape the landing. When her absence was noticed someone would go straight to where her parents were kept. Her plan in the end was to find floo powder and hope she could send herself straight to them. It would be difficult to find however because all of the floo powder was kept upstairs in Draco's rooms for his access back and forth from Malfoy Manor. Draco cast spells on his doors every time he left and she was no trained curse breaker. Hermione thought she would be able to make her own but the preparation would take two months and in two months her baby would be due. Her only choice was to sneak up into his quarters and steal the powder. Draco left everyday at eight in the morning and returned home between five and six in the evening without fail. The only exception was Sunday when he would spend the afternoon in Wiltshire with his parents. On an exploration of the landing while Draco was away she searched every room hoping to find something useful for the journey. She waddled all around the giant house and had to walk slowly but found many useful items. A small suitcase she could magically enlarge, canned food from the kitchen, plenty of warm clothes and other small necessities. Hermione even found a few old baby items she could give her child. After she searched and hid the bag away in her room she went back to the library. She would need maps of Greater London where she decided her family would hide until she could get a boat to take them someplace else in Europe. Hermione found the maps of London quick enough as well as maps of Berlin, Madrid and Bucharest. What she needed most of all though was to find the exact location of her mother and father and a way to get to them. She would hit her eighth month of pregnancy in six days and felt the pressure building. She was in the library alone one afternoon when she head, "You look like you could roll away at any moment," Draco said, startling Hermione. She quickly snapped the journal shut and hid it under a pregnancy book before turning to face her husband. "You're home early," she noticed. "And you're not in bed. What do you think you're doing?" Malfoy said annoyed. In a month she would be delivering his son and she was clumsy enough to hurt herself and the child. "I'll just grab my maternal books and be off," Hermione said. She gathered the books carefully and placed the precious journals away from Draco's eye. "You don't have some bitchy comeback?" He asked. Her lack of defiance was disbelieving. "I'm feeling delicate today. I should be relaxing anyhow," Hermione said hurrying off. Her heartbeat was soaring until she was behind her locked bedroom door. Eagerly she knocked the pregnancy books away and devoured the journals. She should have left Black Landing yesterday before the rain started and she hit her eighth month mark. The entire night she stayed up going over the journals until one small little sentence caught her attention. In the most recent journal she found that three feather mattresses, dishes and the like had been sent to a new apartment in Witney in 1992. Her heart nearly leapt from her chest and she could have hit herself with the book for her stupidity. She had been looking at the oldest journals dating back to 1647 thinking Draco's family wouldn't have something so small or new. Hermione almost fell off her desk finding a map to look at the location of the apartment. If she couldn't floo there she could steal Draco's car. He would be gone all day and by the time he came home she would have her parents and be well hidden in Greater London! A new sense of determination sent her sprits high. Tomorrow would be the day, tomorrow had to be the day. Hermione held her belly tight knowing how hard it would be at first. But once they stopped looking for her and her child they could be happy. Hermione fell asleep to dreams of her child growing up in a home without brutality. A home filled with happiness, peace and more love than they could possibly dream of.