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Chapter Six

Louise strode the room, chattering to the crying baby in her arms. Hermione was such a difficult child, she blatantly refused to sleep. But Louise equally refused to give up. This was all she had ever wanted from her life. Her hard working husband, her dentistry degree, and now a tiny baby she could care for and make her own.

"Maybe she's missing her parents." She said, softly to her husband as he sat watching.

"I thought we were her parents." He reminded her.

"I meant her real parents." She said, rather dejectedly. True, she loved the baby, but it was hard to forget that she was not her real mother.

He sighed and stepped up to her side. "Louise she's only a couple of months, it's perfectly natural for her to cry a lot. But if you want we can take her to the doctors tomorrow and see if there is anything physically wrong."

Louise smiled. "Thanks, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"No, I don't either." He laughed.

Meanwhile Murka and Herbert were sat in less then tranquillity. They had just returned from the Dark Lord, and he presented them with rather bad news. Peter's ego had out grown his worth, and what he was demanding for the feeble information he supplied was far too excessive.

"I found out as much as I could, it is not my fault if Pettigrew decided to up the wages!" She grumbled. "I can hardly curse him in front of a pub of muggles."

"This is what happens when they send a woman to do a man's job." He replied, coldly.

"And what would you have done? Revealed your self to the whole un-magic world?" She demanded, angrily, stroking a purring Vodka.

He didn't answer. And for a while they sat in silence. Eventually, he pushed himself up with a grumble and donned his coat.

"Where you off to?" She barked, startling Vodka.

"Dumbledore's meeting." He murmured.

Her eye brows raised. "You seem to be spending a lot of time with Dumbledore, surely he can't have a meeting this often?!" She exclaimed.

Her husband chose to ignore her as he disappeared from the room.

"I bet he's got another woman Vodka. I bet he has!" She complained, shrilly. "Well, two can play at that game." She plunged her hand into her coat pocket and pulled out a ragged piece of paper. On it was the scribbled number of Vernon Dursley, that rather persistent muggle from the pub.

The rain beat down, striking the windows in a noisy fashion. Louise looked up in alarm.

"It's been raining like this ever since she started crying this morning." She muttered softly.

"It's just a coincidence," Mike laughed.

"Well, I wasn't suggesting that she had magical powers. I was just hoping I could take her for a walk, but the rain doesn't look like it is prepared to stop." Louise replied, as she cuddled Hermione close to her chest.

The efforts of looking after a young baby was certainly putting a strain on their marriage, but nothing they couldn't pull through. They argued more often, and yet seemed to spend less time with each other, but as the days wore on, Mike became more and more attached to the baby. And there soon reached a time when he loved her more then his wife did. She wasn't a normal child, she was special.

Louise passed the crying Hermione to her husband, and Mike tried to distract her tears with a squeaky toy. Louise threw herself down in a chair, and switched on the television. The picture wasn't good due to the rain, but she could just make out the blipping figure of the newsreader, and hear his words scratchily through the speakers.

"What you doing?" Mike asked.

"Trying to get the weather forecast." She replied, shortly.

"…this death has once again astonished the residents of Liverpool. A row of five houses were blown up late last night leaving the police and fire crews digging in the debris for survivors. So far none of the residents have been found alive…"

"Mike, Mike, listen to this!" Louise said, switching the volume up so as it could be heard over Hermione's lustful shrieks.

"The police remained baffled however as to the cause of the explosion. The electric's of all three buildings were in sound order, no evidence of fire has been discovered within the walls. It's almost as through the houses just fell down of their own accord. There is also no motive as to why anyone would want to blow up the houses, the five families have no obvious connections. Altogether, the explosion trapped seventeen people, all are presumed dead."

Louise switched the set off and turned to face her husband, Hermione had fallen silent.

"What's going on?" She asked. "First heart attacks, then murders, and now this? Whole streets being blown up?!"

Her husband just shook his head in despair, as he lay Hermione in her cot. "I don't know what to think."

"I'm scared, Mike. I really am scared. Something really strange is happening."

"It usually is." He said, at an attempt to be reassuring.

"But this is different, this is something we can't stop!" She persisted.

Murka watched the news through her muggle television set, she generally only used it for watching the news. Her mouth was open wide, in shock, as she stared up at the roof above her, as though expecting it to cave in. One of the houses had contained a family of Death Eaters, who hadn't quite met with the Dark Lord's approval, the other four just plain ordinary muggles. She didn't mind about them, but she had been quite friendly with Amanda Hilt and her husband.

Herbert stared as he entered the room. "Snape's back." He said, rather annoyed.

Murka hadn't heard, all her attentions were focused on the T.V. "It's a warning," She said, almost to herself. "He's showing us what happens if we go wrong."

"Huh?" He asked. "Oh that, they had it coming, Murka."

"What? And you don't? Which side are you really on, Herbert? Which side? 'cause I don't think you know!" She shouted, jumping up from the chair.

"I'm on the winning side, which ever one that is." He whispered, trying to be confident, but his words came out fearfully.

She sighed, and ran her hand through her hair. "Is Snape mad?" She asked.

He grinned. "It seems he's won back favour." He replied, sneering.

"I mean at me. Is he mad at me? Should I be expecting to wake up dead tomorrow? I mean it was me who stopped him killing that baby."

Her husband shook his head. "Nah, I don't think so. He's taken it all in his stride. He's working with Malfoy now, and you know how high up Malfoy is."

Murka nodded, rather absently.

"And his first assignment was to track down Peter." Herbert continued. "They found him, about a mile from Godric's Hollow. It seems the Potters have finally decided on a secret keeper."

"Oh, I can tell you exactly who that would be. Either Sirius, Remus, or Lily's rather ogerous friend Yvonne."

"Exactly?" Herbert sneered. "Oh no, I can tell you exactly who it is."

"Who?"

"Peter, himself."

"What? That lecherous little rat, who sells his friends for less then ten galleons? No way, the Potters would not be stupid enough!" She remarked in protest.

"He's their attempt at a decoy." He explained.

"And he will lead the Dark Lord straight to the Potters?"

"That, or he will die."

A/N Hopefully it's getting better? Please review!