Reason
(A/N: Thanx to Crazy_Poet for helping with this chapter!)
"Master?" a voice said through the darkness.
"What is it?" said another voice. Two red eyes suddenly appeared.
"Umm… do you want to know the result of the Potter child?"
Voldemort suddenly seemed very intrested. This is what he had been waiting for. "Of course, Galli, what do you think!?" Voldemort snapped.
"Well, their daughter, Samantha, is dead, just as you've planned."
"Excellent!"
"But…"
"But!?" Voldemort's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, but?"
Galli winced. "Well, they had twins, and since your spell was only meant for one child…"
Voldemort let out a scream of fury. He went over to Galli and lifted him up by his collar until their faces were inches apart.
"Do you know why I even put that spell on the Mudblood in the first place?" Voldemort hissed.
Galli shook his head.
"Because they are both powerful wizards, and any child of theirs would be even more powerful than the two combined. Their child could be my downfall!" Voldemort let Galli fall to the ground.
'So, my Lord, what are you going to do?"
"I will find another way. In the meantime, I want you to send out spies to find out if their daughter is showing any signs of power."
"When she is only a week old?"
"Just do what I say!"
Galli walked out of the room, shaking his head.
Voldemort stared at the wall, lost in thought. "I guess I will have to find another way to kill the child. But what if the thing that happened with her father happens again with her? I can't afford to wait another 14 years to recuperate. I guess I'll have to think of a different way. But this time I will not fail."
Hermione sat on he couch, watching TV and holding Alex. Harry was late again. Since she was on maternity leave, he had to work harder.
Alex squirmed a little and whimpered before falling back asleep. Hermione kissed the top of her head. Everything about her was adorable. From her nose down to her perfect little toes. Hermione wondered why she couldn't havve to. It was so unfair for a little baby to die just after it was born, before beginning its life.
Tears poured down her cheeks. She couldn't think about Samantha without crying. Every time Harry mentioned her, Hermione would run from the room in tears.
She heard the door open and close (they couldn't Apparate inside their house) and Harry came in. He took Alex and kissed Hermione.
"Hi," he said. He looked at her tear-stained cheeks. "Are you okay?"
"I guess so," Hermione said softly.
Harry lifted her chin. "Hermi, it wasn't your fault. It was noone's fault. We can't change it."
"I know."
Suddenly the phone rang. Harry handed Alex back to Hermione and ran to get it. Hermione went upstairs and put Alex to bed. When she came back down, Harry was off the phone, looking horrifed.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
Harry looked at her. "That was Michael Galli, you know, our spy. He said he knows why Samantha died."
"Harry-" Hermione blinked back tears.
"Hermione, I have to tell you. He said Voldemort put a spell on you to kill our child."
"What?"
"But since it was only meant for one, Alex survived. But Voldemort wants to kill Alex too. He's sent people to spy on us."
"Why does he want to kill Alex?"
Harry smiled a little. "Because he's scared of her, Hermione."
"What? Why would he be scared of her?
"Cause he probably thinks the same thing will happen that happened with me." He pointed at his scar. "That would be one hell of a coincedence."
"So now what should we do."
"We should be perpared for something, what I'm not sure. But we'll be ready."
(A/N: Okay, that's Chapter 4 (finally). Anyway, I couldn't have done it without Crazy_Poet. You rock! Sorry, it's so short, but if more people would help me (hint!) I could make them longer and write them faster.)