The crisp autumn air whipped Hermione in the face. The smell of cooking foods caught her nose as she walked the London streets. The crowd of muggle folks walked by, not knowing that their fate depended on the shoulders of magical people. They looked so happy with their lives they laughed and joked as they walked by Hermione. She stood out even with her muggle clothing she seemed different in every way.

The large building hid the cloudy skies. The promise of snow hung the air. Then she watched the first snow flake fall on her leather black glove. She watched the tiny crystal melt in her hand.

Then she looked up with her oval face. She looked like angel stand there; her face towards the sky as she turned around. She looked like a child seeing its first show flacks. The people looked and pointed but she just smiled as she turned around and around hugging her self. The happy witch started float in the air. The snow picked up into a blizzard in minutes and the muggles saw no sign of the happy woman anymore.

Hermione felt the wind wrap its cold strength around her body she felt the cold but the bitterness did not sting her face. For the first time in years the threat of the war did fill her thoughts it was the wind's innocents. Then she felt her feet hit solid ground. When she opened her eyes she saw the Great castle.

In front of the Great castle stood four great trees, each tree represented each of the four seasons. The first tree held no leaves and looked like a skeleton standing proud the second held bright green leaves with snow white flowers, the third three held dull green leaves with no flowers, and the fourth tree held many colors, the reds, browns, yellows, gave the tree a beautiful color.

The great castle looked mystifying as the highest towers touch the sky above. The all white and pure the walls looked untouched by man. Two female guards stood at the entrance guarding the treasures inside.

The fresh green grass gave away under her feet.

Back at the Ministry of Magic...

"You want what and you married who?" Fudge's face turned a bright shade of red. "You can't leave you have orders you have to stay in London and you're robbing from the cradle." He voice went up an octave.

"She is turning eighteen years old in a week. She graduated from school last summer and if I am right my orders are you're to stay in London until you are proven wrong of you rimes. So let me refresh you're your memory my trial was in what July and the date is October 1st." Lucius smirked at the unsteady man in front of him.

"If you are free to move around then why did you come to me?" He tasted his defeat. "You are a free man and a man with a soul that no creature would want."

"I came here to get two weeks free from work send all my papers to my house and I will deal with them when I get back." The blond wizard stood up. "You are losing a battle with Dumbledore that you won't win. You better hope that he doesn't run for Minster, you my dear friend would lose." The grabbed his cane and walked out.

Back at the Great castle...

The large room gave off its own light. The ceiling stood gracefully beyond the mortal eye. The plain white walls stood strong against the grey floors and in the center of the room stood for small globes each a different color. The first was bright red, the second a clear globe, the third a light brown, and the fourth a bright blue but from where Hermione stood she could see that a globe was missing.

"What is this place?" She asked as she walked closer she noticed a woman standing in the shadows. Her black hair hung to the grown and she wore a white a dress with no shoes. He blues eyes looked so innocent against her olive skin.

"Hello my child." She smiled as she walked closer.

"Who are you?" Hermione backed away.

"Um...you always did ask questions...you have nothing to fear here." The woman opened her arms.

"You never asked my question, who are you." Hermione couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful woman.

"My dear I am Mother Nature." She smiled.

"I am still in London standing in the snow."

"Hermione Granger...wait you're a Malfoy now." She walked closer. "You hold the power of wind." She stood by Hermione as she placed her hand on her lower stomach. "You carry a son, a son that will grow to power." She pulled her hand away. "In time the answers will come to you." She walked to the room's center alter and placed of the small clear globe.

"What are you doing?"

The woman said nothing for a minute, "child you have a second to the strongest power that I can give the power of wind." She handed Hermione the globe. "Don't fear your power you must love your power." She smiled and disappeared.

Then she blinked and found her self at the Malfoy Manor. The metal gates never looked so inviting to Hermione. The house stood mighty with the large fountain around the old horse dive. Hermione ran to the front gates to find Draco sitting with Pansy.

They looked like they never left house but transferred from one room to another.

Draco just nodded and pointed to the west wing.

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Hermione opened the door to find Lucius looking out of the window. He had his back to her but he knew that she was home.

"Where did you go Hermione?" He asked with his famous cold voice.

"What do you mean?" She sat on the couch as she placed her hand on her lower stomach. "I went to London like I said."

"You disappeared in the middle of London when a freak blizzard hit out of the middle of no where. Now I am going to ask again, where did you go." He finally turned to face her. His cold steel eyes looked over her as he stared.

"I don't have to tell you anything. You may legally be my husband but you don't own me and you never will." She snapped as she covered her belly.

"Why are you covering your belly?" He walked closer.

"Because it hurts," she lied.

"Then do a spell that will fix it. You're a witch use your powers. Now stop lying to me." He raised his voice.

"Fine some lady called Mother Nature said I have the power of wind and that freaks me out and she told me that I am pregnant with your son. Does that cover you questions now I am going to bed." She stood up and stomped off.

The older man just shook his head and followed his young bride.

I am sorry about the time that passed my last update. you can blame that on a few virius and i almost lost this story. once again i am very sorry about the long update.That is another chapter and I am on to chapter six.