This chapter has been re-written.

Hermione stayed in her room for three days, she managed to get Mina to bring the food she needed up to her room. Draco had knocked on her door at least twice a day but she never answered to him. As much as she wanted to let him in and hug him for comfort.

She heard a knock on her door and she slowly opened it, looking out of the crack. Dumbledore stood there and smiled down at her.

"Hello Miss Granger. Could I perhaps speak with you out here please?" He said turning back and settling himself onto an armchair. She shut the door and put on her robes then went into the common room. Seating herself she looked at the old man. His eyes didn't hold the twinkle that they normally did instead they were full with sadness.

"What is it professor?" She questioned. He sighed and looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry but must inform you of some consequences that have happened before you find out from someone else. Yesterday at midnight your house was attacked and your adopted parents and brother have been found tortured and dead. The ministry has found death eaters are the attackers."

Hermione felt tears slip down her cheeks. She found herself unable to speak. She hadn't even told them that she was pregnant and now they were dead and her brother Nathan. He was only seven. They'd looked after her for seventeen years and now they were just gone.

She then found anger running through her veins. Her own father had ordered his death eaters to kill them. Mina had always been saying how much he would love to see her, but now he had given her a reason to hate him more then ever.

She had dazed out on what Dumbledore was saying so she tried her best to focus on his words,

"For your own safety and for the future of your children I wish you to stay here, at Hogwarts and not return home" Hermione nodded slowly and watched him stand up and leave.

As he exited the portrait, Draco came in. Dumbledore nodded at him and he nodded back. As the portrait swung shut behind him, he looked over at Hermione .She turned away, trying to wipe away the tears that flooded her eyes. She placed her head into her hands and found herself crying again. She found herself unable to stop until she felt a pair of strong- arms enveloped her. Though her tears she looked up at him. His cool blue eyes were gazing at hers and they held that gaze for as long as they could. Hermione leaned into him let the last of her tears fall as he stroked her hair.

"What did Dumbledore say to make you cry?" He said, kissing her hair lightly.

She looked up at him and frowned.

"My parents are dead." She whispered, looking into his eyes. Draco processed this and tightened his grip around her.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Sorry for what?" She asked looking up at him.

"I'm sorry for what you're going through, for getting you pregnant and I'm sorry for last week but I had to say something. They'd suspect something if I didn't."

Hermione smiled and kissed his cheek.

"It's ok. It wasn't all your fault." She laid herself back against him and felt her self drift to sleep on him.

Draco felt her grow lighter on him and smiled. He didn't know why but he felt like they could just stop there for eternity. He laid his head down on her hair and fell asleep too.

You could just imagine that couldn't you. Oh fluff isn't it just great. Now on with the story...

Hermione found herself in her bedroom, laid down on her crimson bedroom. Her heavily pregnant stomach was visible infront of her. The clothes she wore pulled to their extreme. She looked around her, trying to find what seemed so different about her bedroom. The room was darker then normal that was for sure. Then she found it. A pair of floating red dots, hovering by her wardrobe.

Pulling herself into a sitting position, she leant forward to inspect the floating dots. As she gazed at them they seemed to move closer.

The dots were not round like she had thought but almond shaped, blood red filling every corner apart from a slit down the middle, coloured black. To Hermione they seemed like cats eyes, staring at her, unblinking.

She backed away from them, crawling backwards until she reached the headboard. Out of the shadows the eyes came forward, emerging a cloaked figure. The hood of the heavy cloak was pulled over its head, hiding it face apart from the glowing red eyes.

Hermione felt fright fun through her veins as the 'thing' in front of her continued to stare at her with those menacing eyes. Mustering the bravery that Gryffindors were known for, she croaked out,

"Who are you?" The 'thing' said nothing, just watching Hermione. Hermione repeated her question again. It seemed like hours until it answered.

"I'm part of your past. My name is Alethea Clarimonde Riddle. I'm everything you were supposed to be."

Its voice startled Hermione, as she had expected its voice to be a croaky male voice for some reason. Instead it was a silky, almost seductive female voice. Hermione stared into Alethea's eyes, glowing in what little light was in the room.

"What are you doing here?" She exclaimed. Alethea ignored her, walking slowly to the edge of Hermione's bed and sat down. She pulled the hood of the cloak off her head, revealing her face to Hermione.

To Hermione, if Alethea's eyes weren't so coloured and stood out, she would have sworn she'd gone colour blind. Alethea's skin was a very transparent pale; it was almost as if Hermione could see right through her to the wall behind. Her lips held no humanly pink but where just as pale as her skin. Her hair had pooled out of her hood when she'd took it off. Now her straight, ebony hair had now settled on her back.

Instead of answering Hermione she smirked at her.

"My, my. You really have got yourself in a mess haven't you? You should really watch your drinks." Hermione glared while pulling up the covers over her stomach and crossing her arms over it.

Alethea chuckled at Hermione's overprotection of her stomach.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione demanded. Alethea's laughing stopped. Instead she glared at her.

"I'm always here Hermione. I'd watched ever since you got your letter to Hogwarts. I watched you when you had detention with that giant in first year, I watched over you when you were petrified in second year. You very nearly found me in third year when you used the time-turner." She drawled, glaring still at her.

Hermione stared at the girl in shock. A few minutes before she had seemed nice, the fright in her had been slipping away but then it had now returned.

"As for why I want to make you see me now is that I want to show you something." She said, the calm she had before returning. She leant out her hand for Hermione to take. She looked at it curiously then took it in her own hand. She felt the familiar tug behind her navel like she was using a port-key.

When they landed, Hermione found herself in a room that took the appearance of a hospital. In the middle of the room was stood a bed. Around it were huddled a group of cloaked figures. Afraid of being caught she edged towards the door near to where she was stood. Next to her Alethea laughed.

"They can't see us you know." Hermione glared at her but was interrupted when a scream ripped through the silent air. She followed Alethea into the cloaked figures and found the bed again. In it sat a woman with long black hair, sprawled out in pain. Another cloaked figure stood in between the woman's legs. Slowly a baby slid out, closely followed by another. One had black fluff on its head, the other a dark brown.

"Which one is it?" The cloaked figure exclaimed, looking in-between the two twin girls. One of them opened its eyes showing a deep green colour. The other kept its eyes closed.

"It's that one." The figure said, holding out the chosen baby. The other baby was handed to the mother who took it and cradled it. Hermione looked at her around her but found that it was slowly fading away. She looked at Alethea, who kept her eyes on the ground.

"What was that?" Hermione asked.

"It was Bellatrix Black Lestrange." Hermione looked at her dumbfounded.

"Who are you?" She whispered.

Hermione squinted closely at the girl next to her. She seemed to be going transparent. Alethea looked at her and whispered something almost inaudible but Hermione heard. A jolt went through her stomach and Alethea disappeared.

Hermione jolted upright on her sofa, causing the person next her to bang his head.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled looking at her, confused.

"I have a twin sister." She exclaimed.