Author's Note: This was written for Word 5 onmy LiveJournal Community (See my Bio for a link).
Hermione lay on the couch, dozing lightly. She wasn't quite sleeping, but she wasn't fully aware of her surroundings either. The twenty-one year old witch did that a lot. In her half-conscious state, she thought of her love… her love whom she missed so much, there was only one reason she ever bothered to get up in the morning. That reason was cuddled up on Hermione's arms, her jet black curls falling over her youthful, porcelain doll face.
Hermione opened her eyes slightly to look down at two-year-old Keira. She'd named the baby that because when she was born, she had a large tuft of black hair, and she knew Keira was a Celtic name, meaning black haired. This child was her last memory of Harry.
In the spring of their seventh year, Harry had to fight Voldemort. Everyone knew that Harry wasn't afraid to die, but Hermione was the one afraid. Unaware of what was happening, Hermione had gone in search of Harry, and stepped into the Great Hall at the second to see him murdered by that living brother of Satan, Voldemort. She had been searching for Harry to tell him that she'd discovered she was pregnant with his child. And he never knew.
In Voldemort's reign, witches and wizards that that refused to join him scattered, covering the globe and going into hiding. London was nothing but covered in Death Eaters, so Hermione left. She went to the country that she knew she could find work without having been educated in the muggle world. Hermione went to America. She'd waitresses and worked in fast food and grocery stores. She and Keira had a small apartment a block from the café where she worked in the morning.
Keira stirred in her sleep, yawning and opening her big green eyes. "Hi, Mommy," She said.
"Hey, baby," Hermione smiled at her. "Sleepy, eh?"
"Yeah. But I'm hungry too," The two-year-old hinted.
Hermione laughed. "Okay, I'll make you a sandwich. But only if I get a kiss first."
Keira gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Mommy."
"I love you too, baby."
Hermione got up and went into the microscopic kitchen and got the peanut butter from the cupboard. Secretly, she knew it would all be okay. Because Keira was born on Harry's birthday after he was killed. And also, that black-haired, green-eyed beautiful little girl had a birthmark.
A lightning bold on her forehead.
