Hermione woke up from a shove from her daughter, Thalia Malfoy. "Mommy, daddy, I had a bad dream." Draco woke up and looked at his watch. It was 3:30.

"Hop in sweetie," said Hermione. The five-year-old got into her bed. Thalia snuggled up against Draco and went to sleep.

"Remember in our 7th year of Hogwarts when me and you were messing with Harry and Ron and we were talking about naming the kid you supposedly were going to have?" whispered Draco.

"Yeah," whispered Hermione.

"Do you remember what you were going to name it if it was a girl?" whispered Draco.

"Yes, Thalia," whispered Hermione.

"I never dreamed we'd actually name her that," whispered Draco.

"Yeah, same," whispered Hermione. "You need to go to sleep. You have work in the morning."

"Goodnight then," whispered Draco.

"Goodnight," whispered Hermione.

"Mommy! Daddy! You promised that I can see James and Rebecca today!" yelled Thalia the next morning at 7.

"We know, but it's 7 in the morning," said Draco.

"You need to get up anyway," said Thalia. "Mommy, can I have pancakes?"

"Yes," said Hermione. "We'll go see Harry, Abbey, and James at 9. Rebecca will be there too."

"Okie," said Thalia.

"I'll get you dressed after I get dressed," said Hermione. "Now, let's see how well you can match your clothes. Go pick out what you want to wear." Hermione and Draco watched the little girl run off. "She looks more and more like you everyday." Hermione went to her closet and got out an outfit.

"And she acts more and more like you," said Draco.

"Mommy! I picked out what I want to wear," Thalia yelled from her room five minutes later.

"Ok, I'm coming," said Hermione. She went to her room. Thalia had picked out a purple shirt with matching purple shorts. "Very good Thalia!" Hermione helped the little girl get into her clothes and headed to the kitchen. Hermione flicked her wand at the pancake batter and it began to make itself. With another flick of her wand, it began to pour the batter onto the pan. Draco came downstairs; he was sweating.

"Honey, what's wrong?" asked Hermione.

"It's nothing," said Draco.

"Don't lie to me, you're sweating," said Hermione. She put her hands on her hips.

"Fine, every year on the day Harry and me killed Voldemort, I feel the sword going into my chest again," said Draco.

"Let me see your scar again," said Hermione. He took off his shirt. His scar was in the shape of a +. It looked like he got cut just hours ago. "You never told me you feel the pain every year. Maybe you should talk to Dumbledore."

"No, I'm fine. It only lasts a day," said Draco.

"I wonder if Harry's does that," said Hermione.

"Probably," said Draco.

"I'll ask him when we leave for his house," said Hermione. Draco put on his shirt.

"Mommy, can we go now?" asked Thalia.

"No, go brush your teeth when you're done," said Hermione. "So, have you see James lately?" Hermione asked Draco.

"He looks just like Harry," said Draco.

"With his mother's eyes," Hermione pointed out.

"I wonder if James' kid will looked like him and have the mother's eyes," said Draco.

"Mommy! Daddy! It's finally nine o' clock!" cheered Thalia an hour later

"Ok, come on sweetie," said Draco.

"Can I ring the doorbell?" asked Thalia.

"Sure," said Hermione.

"Yay!" Thalia ran next door. She pushed the doorbell and waited. Harry opened the door when Hermione and Draco got there.

"Thalia!" said Harry. The little girl jumped into his open arms.

Hermione noticed that Harry winced when Thalia hugged him. He was also sweating.

"Where's James?" asked Thalia.

"In his room with Becca," said Harry. Thalia ran into James' room.

"Harry, I have to ask, does the scar on your chest feel like you're going through it all over again?" asked Draco.

"Yeah, it happens every year on the day we killed Voldemort," said Harry. "Why?"

"It happened to me too," said Draco. "I can feel the blade again. I don't like it at all. Have you talked to Dumbledore about it?"

"No, it's no big deal," said Harry.

"You sure? What if it is a big deal?" asked Hermione.

"I'm sure, it's really no big deal," said Harry.

"Hi James," said Thalia when she got into his room. "Hi Becca."

"Hey," said Becca and James.

"Thalia! Look at what my dad bought me," James ran to his closet and brought out a toy broomstick, which only hovered a few feet off the ground.

"Ooh, that's cool. Can I try?" asked Thalia as she watched James fly around the room.

"Ok, but don't break it," he said landing next to her. She got on.

"I won't," Thalia began to fly around the room.

"Come on, let's go sit with the grown-ups. They like talking about us. I like it," said Becca. She got up and walked to the living room. Thalia and James followed.

"James go get you new broomstick I just bought you," said Harry.

"You bought him a broomstick?" asked a shocked Hermione.

"It's only a toy one," assured Abbey, Harry's wife.

"Oh," said Hermione. James flew into the room. "Hey James, come here. I got a secret." James landed by her.

"What?" asked James.

"Take my wand, and say 'Accio quill!' Concentrate on the quill really hard," Hermione

whispered into his ear. She handed him her wand.

"Accio quill!" said James. The quill flew to James's hand. "That was easy." Hermione and Ron started to laugh. "What's so funny?"

"It's not you. It's just that it took your dad a long time to learn that spell," laughed Ron.

"Why? It was easy," said James.

"We don't know," laughed Ron and Hermione.

"Come on Harry, Ron, we're going to be late," said Draco. They apparated to the Ministry of Magic.

"You have a very smart boy," Sandry, Ron's wife, said to Abbey.

"Did you two go to Hogwarts?" asked Hermione.

"I was a Ravenclaw 5th year when you were a 7th year," said Abbey.

"I was a Hufflepuff 6th year when you were a 7th year," said Sandry.

"Oh," said Hermione. "Well, no wonder you have a smart boy. He has some Ravenclaw in him."

Around one, Hermione got up to check on Thalia. All three of the kids were asleep on the floor. "Hey Abbey, Sandry, come here. Look."

Abbey and Sandry came to see what Hermione was talking about. "Oh, that's sweet. I'll get my camera."

"Take three pictures," said Sandry. "So we can each have one. They're going to be best friends like you, Harry, and Ron." Abbey came back and took three pictures.

"Yeah," said Hermione. "I'm going to take her home now. I'll see you later." Hermione picked Thalia up and went home.