Child of Memories

Hermione looked at herself and smiled. Three years had passed and still here she was. She looked at herself once over and walked to the door.

"Here goes nothing," she told herself as she said and began to walk down the stairs of her home.

She walked into a small room; few rays of sun shine where able to came from the windows in the back and side of the room…a small baby's bed stood there into the middle. A rocking chair on the far left and a changing table on the other side

"Hows mommy's little angel." she asked as she picked up her one year son

He looked at her with his dark brown eyes questioning her…

"Howdid my little prince sleep," she asked as she changed him. She carried him to there sitting room after she finished and set him down on his play mat. While she cleaned up a little bit; her home was not glamorous, but it was full of love and clean. She smiled as she saw her son pick up a small little baby book she had bought him.

"Just like your father," she said as she looked down at him. Sheshook her head,as though trying to get those thought out of her mindand began organizing her home, cleaning tables, and picking up baby toys.

She smiled as she looked around, the small table in the middle of her living room was perfect. Tea was ready to be served small pastries set next to it.Her son was dressed and groomedand everything was set.

She sighed and sat down on one of her sofa and looked at him.

"I hope your father loves you, my little prince, and if he doesn't I will love you enough for both of us," she said with a pain in her heart.

The small child hiccupped and began to hit his small book with his tiny fists. She smiled softly at him and took him into her arms, "would you like to hear a story little one, about how mommy and daddy met."

The child just blew a spit bubble, with out knowing the meaning of the story his mother was about to tell him.