Snuffles' Stay
Chapter Nineteen
A loud tapping noise filled the air in Hermione's room. Hermione woke, rather reluctantly, while groaning and, in her mind, screaming for the tapping to stop. She noticed that Sirius was still fast asleep, curled up around her.
He is so adorable, she thought to herself.
Hermione's mind was back on the tapping, since it had begun again. What was making that god awful noise at this early in the morning? She looked at her wristwatch, but noticed that it was still too dark to see the numbers on it. Hermione grunted and stood up.
The tapping was coming from the window. Lessa was fluttering outside of Hermione's window, tapping furiously at the glass with her beak. She was clutching an envelope in her claws.
Quickly, Hermione opened the window and allowed the poor owl to come inside. Hermione took the letter from her clutches and looked down at it. A very hurredly scribbled 'Hermione' was etched across the front of it. Hermione flipped the envelope over and opened it.
The letter was very quickly written. There were numerous grammatical errors and at times, it was hard to make out just what was written down, but the message was clear.
Her mother was going into labor. She was having the babies.
Hermione let out an excited, yet alarmed screech. Sirius jumped up in alarm and frantically looked around the room until he spotted Hermione. He climbed out of the bed and walked over to her, stark naked.
"What? What's wrong, Hermione? Why did you scream like that? What is it?"
She couldn't speak. Sirius had to shake her gently to get her to calm down a little bit. It didn't help much - she still wouldn't speak. Sirius simply grabbed the letter from Hermione's clutches and read through it. Her mother was going into labor?
"Your mum is having the babies? Already? Isn't it a little early for that?"
"I just told her to be careful, Sirius. I told her, yesterday, when I sent that letter to her… don't you remember? It was right on that note, and look at what happened, now! She's going to have the babies too soon and it's all my fault. I shouldn't've put that in the letter. It probably stressed her out and that's what led to her labor… they're too little, Sirius, and I'm worried! I want to be with my mummy!
Sirius pulled Hermione close to him and wrapped his arms around her. He petted her hair with a gentle force, while keeping her close to his chest.
"Hermione, calm down. She'll be okay. She's at a muggle hospital, isn't she? Don't they make deliveries like that all the time?"
"Sirius!" Hermione attempted to pull away from Sirius's hold, but found that she couldn't. "Sirius, you don't understand… what if something goes wrong? Birthing complications? What if one of the babies doesn't… no, I can't think about that… no, that's horrible. Sirius, I'm just worried."
"Lets go to Dumbledore, Hermione. I think he'll give you a leave of absence to go and visit your mother while she has your little siblings. He's a compassionate man, you know, and he does random acts of kindness like that. He'll understand why you want to be with her, now."
"I want you to come with me."
"Hermione… lets just go to Dumbledore's, okay?"
Sirius slipped into some clothing real quick and changed into his dog form. Hermione led the way to Dumbledore's office with 'Snuffles' at her side the entire way there. The two of them almost had a run in with Mrs. Norris, but with Snuffles there, they had been able to avoid it.
Hermione didn't know the password to Dumbledore's office, but Sirius did. He changed from his Animagus form to deliver the password.
"Jiminy Crickett."
The stone gargoyle jumped aside and allowed Hermione and Sirius to enter Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was awake - he was sitting at his desk with the large Pensive before him, dressed in nightcap and night dressing gown. Dumbledore looked up when they entered his office, and noticed that Hermione had tears running down her cheeks.
"Miss Granger? Mr. Black?"
Hermione launched herself at Dumbledore. "Please, Professor… let me go see my mum. Let me be there with my father and my mother… please, please. I don't think I've asked of anything else in my seven years of school here… I don't think I've ever needed something more. Please, Professor? Let me be with my mum!"
"Miss Granger? Please, calm down. I doubt," Dumbledore spoke softly, in a soothing voice that calmed Hermione down a little bit, "that it is as bad as it seems. Now, what is the problem, my dear?"
Sirius had set Hermione down in a chair before Dumbledore's desk. She was shaking and sobbing and currently unable to speak. Sirius pet the top of her head and stood next to her. He was answering Dumbledore's question for her.
"Her mother is pregnant. With triplets… And she's gone into premature labor. Hermione's worried and wants to be there for her mother - these are her first siblings."
Dumbledore smiled softly. "Is that all, Miss Granger? Your mother is beyond safe. She has both you and your father to love and care for her - you will keep her safe. As for the little ones… they will be coming into a great family. There is a magic surrounding them - a magic of love that will keep them, like their mother, away from any harm that might be bestown upon them.
"I will allow you, Miss Granger, to accompany your parents. However, as you are of guardianship of the school, I am afraid that you will have to have some sort of supervision."
"Oh please, Professor." Hermione leaned forward in her chair, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please, let Sirius come with me."
Dumbledore wasn't surprised. He had figured that was going to come up, anyway. He knew there was something between them - he had known it all along. It was an odd relationship, he had thought, but it was a wonderful one - one that he, himself, supported.
"Sirius? Would you like to accompany Miss Granger into the muggle world?" Dumbledore stared at Sirius.
Sirius looked to Dumbledore, to Hermione, and back to Dumbledore. Hermione was staring at him with large, watery eyes - those eyes that he couldn't turn down - ever. Sirius rubbed Hermione's back to ease her hiccoughing, which had recently started.
"Yes. I'll go with Hermione." Dumbledore nodded.
"As I thought," the old man said. His eyes were twinkling with mischief. "It will give the two of you some time alone, I presume? Yes, well.. You will have to travel by Floo powder, I'm afraid. To the Leaky Cauldron, where we will have you escorted to the muggle hospital where your parents are located, Hermione. I'd imagine that you would like to pack a few things before your departure? Pack, and come back to my office… you may use the fireplace in here."
Shaking, Hermione stood from the large leathery chair she was sitting in and with Sirius's hand on the small of her back, walked out of Dumbledore's office. Sirius had transformed into Snuffles for the walk back up to Gryffindor Tower.
Neither honestly cared about what they were packing. Hermione slapped random clothing into her cleared out school backpack and was ready in a matter of minutes. Sirius had a few pairs of clothing stashed in Hermione's room, and he stuck those into Hermione's backpack as well.
Hermione slipped a letter underneath Harry and Ron's door. Hermione and Sirius left for Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore had brought out the jar of Floo powder and had left it on his desk. Dumbledore, himself, was nowhere to be found. Hermione left a quickly scribbled "Thank You" note on his desk, grabbed some floo powder, and threw it into the fire. She stepped into the green flames and said "Leaky Cauldron!"
In a whoosh of bright green, Hermione was traveling up through the Hogwarts chimney shaft and away from the school where she spent the majority of her life. Hermione kept her eyes closed shut - she was thinking about her family, and hoping for their safety.
With a soft thud, she landed into the Leaky Cauldron's main fireplace. She climbed out of the glowing green flames and dusted herself off. Sirius came in after her.
They hadn't had to wait long for an escort to the muggle hospital. Within a matter of minutes, a Ministry car was loading Hermione and Sirius in. The hospital was very close to Hermione's home - about 20 miles from the Leaky Cauldron, and still inside London. It didn't take long to get to the hospital, because the Ministry cars were magicked to go much faster than original.
Hermione ran into the hospital. Sirius walked a bit slower and entered behind her. When he walked inside of the hospital, Hermione was already at the service desk and asking for her mother.
"Mrs. Granger? Yes, she's in Delivery right now… Would you like to go up to the waiting room?"
"I don't want to go into the waiting room," Hermione began, "I want to see my mum!"
"I'm sorry, miss. Hospital policy is only one family member in the delivery room."
Hermione was enraged. Her mother was going through labor, and Hermione couldn't be there next to her. She couldn't hold her mother's hand and tell her that everything was going to be okay, and that she wouldn't let anything happen to her, and…
Sirius took Hermione's hand. "Lets go up to the waiting room, 'Mione. Maybe your other relatives will be in there and you can ask them questions."
Reluctantly, Hermione allowed Sirius to lead her into the waiting room that the service desk lady had told them to go to. Sirius had a relatively easy time getting to the waiting room - especially for it being a muggle place. Hermione stared at him, but attempted to make it not so obvious.
Sirius hardly paid attention to his surroundings. Hermione noticed that a vein was sticking out on the side of his neck. Was he nervous? Was he feeling ill?
Hermione noticed that she was feeling a little sick to her stomach. She hadn't eaten anything for dinner the night before, and it was about breakfast time, now, and… Her appetite was lost. The smell of blood was too thick in the air. She felt ill.
The two of them entered into the living room. Hermione noticed that her aunt was there. Hermione hugged her aunt and introduced Sirius as her very close friend and escort. Hermione's aunt was batting her eyelashes at Sirius; just enough so that Hermione didn't notice, but that he did.
Sirius ignored her.
"How's mum?" Hermione asked her aunt.
"Oh, honey, she's doing okay. They're making her have a seasection - you know - where they cut open her-"
"Please," Hermione said quickly. "I know what it is. You don't have to give me details."
"Oh, right." Her aunt smiled. "I forget that you're not a baby anymore. Well, we've got three new little ones on the way, don't we? How exciting! Your father is in there with your mother."
"How long have they been in there?"
"They've been in there for a little over 45 minutes, now. I don't know how long it's supposed to take. I'm hoping not too much longer. I can't stand being in hospitals. Not since Jordan's… well, you know."
Sirius sat down in a chair. Hermione sat down next to him and held on to his hand. Hermione's aunt eyed their hands.
"Say, Hermione. How have you been? I haven't seen you in so long. You're growing up so quickly. You've run out of time for your dear old auntie!"
Hermione gave a pained smile back. "I'm sorry. I've been fine… at school. I'm valedictorian this year. Yeah, I know," she added, when her aunt began smiling and shaking her head.
The three of them sat in silence for a little while. In certain intervals, Hermione and her Aunt would strike up a small conversation and in a matter of minutes; it would die back down again.
Sirius had lost track of time. His body was going stiff from sitting in the hard wooden chair for so long. Just as he was about to stand up, Hermione's father burst into the waiting room, looking worn out and out of breath.
Hermione jumped up. Her aunt followed suit.
"Two little boys. One girl. Full sized and, by the looks of it, perfectly healthy. Oh, Hermione… Pumpkin, you're here!" Mr. Granger grabbed his daughter and pulled her close to him. "I thought you weren't going to be able to come - with school and all."
Hermione hugged her father with a fierce vigor. "I wouldn't miss it. Not for anything."
"Your mother is resting right now, 'Mione. She's had a long, hard day. How long are you staying for?"
She hadn't asked Dumbledore that. Hermione shrugged her shoulders. She honestly didn't know. "I'm not sure."
"If everything is going good, health wise, with all four of them, we will be able to bring them home in two days. My, oh my… Triplets!"
Mr. Granger swayed a bit. Sirius caught him by the shoulder and straightened him out.
"Thank you, my fellow," Mr. Granger said. He wiped off his brow with his forearm. "I don't know when you'll be able to go in and visit, but I think that you should go home and get some rest first. You look fatigued. You know what they say about fatigue, don't you?"
"Dad, don't start that again! I'm not going home. Not until I see my new little brothers and my sister and my mum. I want my mum."
*****
Hermione was holding one of her newborn brothers and rocking him gently. They hadn't given the three names yet - they were waiting until they could get more out of the baby's personalities.
Sirius was sitting next to Hermione and watching her with the baby. She had gentle, soft hands. They were careful and caring, cradling the baby with such tenderness. He smiled and touched the baby's hand. So soft, so small…
He had always wanted kids. Maybe it was too late now - he didn't know. But he knew that he wanted kids. Especially after seeing the miracle of new lives being brought into the world. Well… he didn't actually see it, but he knew it happened. It was all around him in this place.
*****
Dumbledore had told Hermione that she could stay at home for a week, to help get her mother and family situated. Dumbledore had assured her that her Scultore was being taken care of, as well, with extreme care.
Hermione had graciously accepted his offer. She wanted to spend every moment that she could with her family. Her family meant everything to her. She was so glad to have them. Family had always meant so much to Hermione.
Her mother was resting. Her father was constantly feeding, or changing diapers, or cleaning up… Hermione was helping him, of course, and she was teaching Sirius how to care for a child while she was at it. Hermione had taken babysitting courses when she was in her old school - not to mention, she had read many books on the subject of childcare.
Working with the triplets was exhausting. Her father fell asleep rather quickly - after spending the entire night up with them the night before, and having to take care of them most of the day… it quickly tires a person out. Everyone in the house was working to take care of the children because they didn't want to stress Mrs. Granger. She was recovering from her surgery.
Her little sister began to sniffle and cry. Hermione grabbed the baby before she could begin wailing and rocked the baby in a rocking chair. Sirius knelt beside the two and watched as Hermione rubbed her gentle hand over the little one's head.
"And all the pretty little ponies will be there before your eyes…"
Chapter Nineteen
A loud tapping noise filled the air in Hermione's room. Hermione woke, rather reluctantly, while groaning and, in her mind, screaming for the tapping to stop. She noticed that Sirius was still fast asleep, curled up around her.
He is so adorable, she thought to herself.
Hermione's mind was back on the tapping, since it had begun again. What was making that god awful noise at this early in the morning? She looked at her wristwatch, but noticed that it was still too dark to see the numbers on it. Hermione grunted and stood up.
The tapping was coming from the window. Lessa was fluttering outside of Hermione's window, tapping furiously at the glass with her beak. She was clutching an envelope in her claws.
Quickly, Hermione opened the window and allowed the poor owl to come inside. Hermione took the letter from her clutches and looked down at it. A very hurredly scribbled 'Hermione' was etched across the front of it. Hermione flipped the envelope over and opened it.
The letter was very quickly written. There were numerous grammatical errors and at times, it was hard to make out just what was written down, but the message was clear.
Her mother was going into labor. She was having the babies.
Hermione let out an excited, yet alarmed screech. Sirius jumped up in alarm and frantically looked around the room until he spotted Hermione. He climbed out of the bed and walked over to her, stark naked.
"What? What's wrong, Hermione? Why did you scream like that? What is it?"
She couldn't speak. Sirius had to shake her gently to get her to calm down a little bit. It didn't help much - she still wouldn't speak. Sirius simply grabbed the letter from Hermione's clutches and read through it. Her mother was going into labor?
"Your mum is having the babies? Already? Isn't it a little early for that?"
"I just told her to be careful, Sirius. I told her, yesterday, when I sent that letter to her… don't you remember? It was right on that note, and look at what happened, now! She's going to have the babies too soon and it's all my fault. I shouldn't've put that in the letter. It probably stressed her out and that's what led to her labor… they're too little, Sirius, and I'm worried! I want to be with my mummy!
Sirius pulled Hermione close to him and wrapped his arms around her. He petted her hair with a gentle force, while keeping her close to his chest.
"Hermione, calm down. She'll be okay. She's at a muggle hospital, isn't she? Don't they make deliveries like that all the time?"
"Sirius!" Hermione attempted to pull away from Sirius's hold, but found that she couldn't. "Sirius, you don't understand… what if something goes wrong? Birthing complications? What if one of the babies doesn't… no, I can't think about that… no, that's horrible. Sirius, I'm just worried."
"Lets go to Dumbledore, Hermione. I think he'll give you a leave of absence to go and visit your mother while she has your little siblings. He's a compassionate man, you know, and he does random acts of kindness like that. He'll understand why you want to be with her, now."
"I want you to come with me."
"Hermione… lets just go to Dumbledore's, okay?"
Sirius slipped into some clothing real quick and changed into his dog form. Hermione led the way to Dumbledore's office with 'Snuffles' at her side the entire way there. The two of them almost had a run in with Mrs. Norris, but with Snuffles there, they had been able to avoid it.
Hermione didn't know the password to Dumbledore's office, but Sirius did. He changed from his Animagus form to deliver the password.
"Jiminy Crickett."
The stone gargoyle jumped aside and allowed Hermione and Sirius to enter Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was awake - he was sitting at his desk with the large Pensive before him, dressed in nightcap and night dressing gown. Dumbledore looked up when they entered his office, and noticed that Hermione had tears running down her cheeks.
"Miss Granger? Mr. Black?"
Hermione launched herself at Dumbledore. "Please, Professor… let me go see my mum. Let me be there with my father and my mother… please, please. I don't think I've asked of anything else in my seven years of school here… I don't think I've ever needed something more. Please, Professor? Let me be with my mum!"
"Miss Granger? Please, calm down. I doubt," Dumbledore spoke softly, in a soothing voice that calmed Hermione down a little bit, "that it is as bad as it seems. Now, what is the problem, my dear?"
Sirius had set Hermione down in a chair before Dumbledore's desk. She was shaking and sobbing and currently unable to speak. Sirius pet the top of her head and stood next to her. He was answering Dumbledore's question for her.
"Her mother is pregnant. With triplets… And she's gone into premature labor. Hermione's worried and wants to be there for her mother - these are her first siblings."
Dumbledore smiled softly. "Is that all, Miss Granger? Your mother is beyond safe. She has both you and your father to love and care for her - you will keep her safe. As for the little ones… they will be coming into a great family. There is a magic surrounding them - a magic of love that will keep them, like their mother, away from any harm that might be bestown upon them.
"I will allow you, Miss Granger, to accompany your parents. However, as you are of guardianship of the school, I am afraid that you will have to have some sort of supervision."
"Oh please, Professor." Hermione leaned forward in her chair, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please, let Sirius come with me."
Dumbledore wasn't surprised. He had figured that was going to come up, anyway. He knew there was something between them - he had known it all along. It was an odd relationship, he had thought, but it was a wonderful one - one that he, himself, supported.
"Sirius? Would you like to accompany Miss Granger into the muggle world?" Dumbledore stared at Sirius.
Sirius looked to Dumbledore, to Hermione, and back to Dumbledore. Hermione was staring at him with large, watery eyes - those eyes that he couldn't turn down - ever. Sirius rubbed Hermione's back to ease her hiccoughing, which had recently started.
"Yes. I'll go with Hermione." Dumbledore nodded.
"As I thought," the old man said. His eyes were twinkling with mischief. "It will give the two of you some time alone, I presume? Yes, well.. You will have to travel by Floo powder, I'm afraid. To the Leaky Cauldron, where we will have you escorted to the muggle hospital where your parents are located, Hermione. I'd imagine that you would like to pack a few things before your departure? Pack, and come back to my office… you may use the fireplace in here."
Shaking, Hermione stood from the large leathery chair she was sitting in and with Sirius's hand on the small of her back, walked out of Dumbledore's office. Sirius had transformed into Snuffles for the walk back up to Gryffindor Tower.
Neither honestly cared about what they were packing. Hermione slapped random clothing into her cleared out school backpack and was ready in a matter of minutes. Sirius had a few pairs of clothing stashed in Hermione's room, and he stuck those into Hermione's backpack as well.
Hermione slipped a letter underneath Harry and Ron's door. Hermione and Sirius left for Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore had brought out the jar of Floo powder and had left it on his desk. Dumbledore, himself, was nowhere to be found. Hermione left a quickly scribbled "Thank You" note on his desk, grabbed some floo powder, and threw it into the fire. She stepped into the green flames and said "Leaky Cauldron!"
In a whoosh of bright green, Hermione was traveling up through the Hogwarts chimney shaft and away from the school where she spent the majority of her life. Hermione kept her eyes closed shut - she was thinking about her family, and hoping for their safety.
With a soft thud, she landed into the Leaky Cauldron's main fireplace. She climbed out of the glowing green flames and dusted herself off. Sirius came in after her.
They hadn't had to wait long for an escort to the muggle hospital. Within a matter of minutes, a Ministry car was loading Hermione and Sirius in. The hospital was very close to Hermione's home - about 20 miles from the Leaky Cauldron, and still inside London. It didn't take long to get to the hospital, because the Ministry cars were magicked to go much faster than original.
Hermione ran into the hospital. Sirius walked a bit slower and entered behind her. When he walked inside of the hospital, Hermione was already at the service desk and asking for her mother.
"Mrs. Granger? Yes, she's in Delivery right now… Would you like to go up to the waiting room?"
"I don't want to go into the waiting room," Hermione began, "I want to see my mum!"
"I'm sorry, miss. Hospital policy is only one family member in the delivery room."
Hermione was enraged. Her mother was going through labor, and Hermione couldn't be there next to her. She couldn't hold her mother's hand and tell her that everything was going to be okay, and that she wouldn't let anything happen to her, and…
Sirius took Hermione's hand. "Lets go up to the waiting room, 'Mione. Maybe your other relatives will be in there and you can ask them questions."
Reluctantly, Hermione allowed Sirius to lead her into the waiting room that the service desk lady had told them to go to. Sirius had a relatively easy time getting to the waiting room - especially for it being a muggle place. Hermione stared at him, but attempted to make it not so obvious.
Sirius hardly paid attention to his surroundings. Hermione noticed that a vein was sticking out on the side of his neck. Was he nervous? Was he feeling ill?
Hermione noticed that she was feeling a little sick to her stomach. She hadn't eaten anything for dinner the night before, and it was about breakfast time, now, and… Her appetite was lost. The smell of blood was too thick in the air. She felt ill.
The two of them entered into the living room. Hermione noticed that her aunt was there. Hermione hugged her aunt and introduced Sirius as her very close friend and escort. Hermione's aunt was batting her eyelashes at Sirius; just enough so that Hermione didn't notice, but that he did.
Sirius ignored her.
"How's mum?" Hermione asked her aunt.
"Oh, honey, she's doing okay. They're making her have a seasection - you know - where they cut open her-"
"Please," Hermione said quickly. "I know what it is. You don't have to give me details."
"Oh, right." Her aunt smiled. "I forget that you're not a baby anymore. Well, we've got three new little ones on the way, don't we? How exciting! Your father is in there with your mother."
"How long have they been in there?"
"They've been in there for a little over 45 minutes, now. I don't know how long it's supposed to take. I'm hoping not too much longer. I can't stand being in hospitals. Not since Jordan's… well, you know."
Sirius sat down in a chair. Hermione sat down next to him and held on to his hand. Hermione's aunt eyed their hands.
"Say, Hermione. How have you been? I haven't seen you in so long. You're growing up so quickly. You've run out of time for your dear old auntie!"
Hermione gave a pained smile back. "I'm sorry. I've been fine… at school. I'm valedictorian this year. Yeah, I know," she added, when her aunt began smiling and shaking her head.
The three of them sat in silence for a little while. In certain intervals, Hermione and her Aunt would strike up a small conversation and in a matter of minutes; it would die back down again.
Sirius had lost track of time. His body was going stiff from sitting in the hard wooden chair for so long. Just as he was about to stand up, Hermione's father burst into the waiting room, looking worn out and out of breath.
Hermione jumped up. Her aunt followed suit.
"Two little boys. One girl. Full sized and, by the looks of it, perfectly healthy. Oh, Hermione… Pumpkin, you're here!" Mr. Granger grabbed his daughter and pulled her close to him. "I thought you weren't going to be able to come - with school and all."
Hermione hugged her father with a fierce vigor. "I wouldn't miss it. Not for anything."
"Your mother is resting right now, 'Mione. She's had a long, hard day. How long are you staying for?"
She hadn't asked Dumbledore that. Hermione shrugged her shoulders. She honestly didn't know. "I'm not sure."
"If everything is going good, health wise, with all four of them, we will be able to bring them home in two days. My, oh my… Triplets!"
Mr. Granger swayed a bit. Sirius caught him by the shoulder and straightened him out.
"Thank you, my fellow," Mr. Granger said. He wiped off his brow with his forearm. "I don't know when you'll be able to go in and visit, but I think that you should go home and get some rest first. You look fatigued. You know what they say about fatigue, don't you?"
"Dad, don't start that again! I'm not going home. Not until I see my new little brothers and my sister and my mum. I want my mum."
Hermione was holding one of her newborn brothers and rocking him gently. They hadn't given the three names yet - they were waiting until they could get more out of the baby's personalities.
Sirius was sitting next to Hermione and watching her with the baby. She had gentle, soft hands. They were careful and caring, cradling the baby with such tenderness. He smiled and touched the baby's hand. So soft, so small…
He had always wanted kids. Maybe it was too late now - he didn't know. But he knew that he wanted kids. Especially after seeing the miracle of new lives being brought into the world. Well… he didn't actually see it, but he knew it happened. It was all around him in this place.
Dumbledore had told Hermione that she could stay at home for a week, to help get her mother and family situated. Dumbledore had assured her that her Scultore was being taken care of, as well, with extreme care.
Hermione had graciously accepted his offer. She wanted to spend every moment that she could with her family. Her family meant everything to her. She was so glad to have them. Family had always meant so much to Hermione.
Her mother was resting. Her father was constantly feeding, or changing diapers, or cleaning up… Hermione was helping him, of course, and she was teaching Sirius how to care for a child while she was at it. Hermione had taken babysitting courses when she was in her old school - not to mention, she had read many books on the subject of childcare.
Working with the triplets was exhausting. Her father fell asleep rather quickly - after spending the entire night up with them the night before, and having to take care of them most of the day… it quickly tires a person out. Everyone in the house was working to take care of the children because they didn't want to stress Mrs. Granger. She was recovering from her surgery.
Her little sister began to sniffle and cry. Hermione grabbed the baby before she could begin wailing and rocked the baby in a rocking chair. Sirius knelt beside the two and watched as Hermione rubbed her gentle hand over the little one's head.
"And all the pretty little ponies will be there before your eyes…"