"Coming here will never get any more pleasurable," Bella sighed when she and her wife landed outside of Grimmauld place.

"You are the one who agreed to dinner with Harry and Luna."

"Luna cleansed my aura and I had a momentary lapse of judgement. I said yes because I wanted her to get the fuck away from me," she grumbled. "All I know is there better be burgers in there."

"You and your burgers," Hermione rolled her eyes and came up behind her wife, reaching her arms around Bella's stomach. At 28 weeks, Bella was showing more fully now. Almost in her final trimester, her wife has grown more tired, she had been cramping a lot but her midwife, Narcissa, had told her it was perfectly normal. Bella was exclusively eating burgers unless Hermione could sneak something else into her diet but for the most part her pregnancy symptoms remained calm. "Maybe you can try a vegetable tonight," she kissed below her ear.

"Mmm," Bella leaned into the kiss. "Good one, pet. Luna said she had something important to talk to us about. Not sure what that could be but I hope it's not about her stupid plum plants. I can't take anymore of her incessant chatter."

"I think that's the baby talking. You love Luna," Hermione had to remind her wife almost daily.

"Junior does have really strong opinions," Bella cackled. "Come on, let's get this over with." She didn't bother knocking on the door and just walked right in with the brunette following behind her. Kreacher popped up and tried to say something to her but Bella just said, "out of the way old man," and walked right by him. "Potter!" She nearly shouted, "we've arrived. You should be here to greet your guests."

"Bella," Hermione hissed. "That usually happens when you knock and wait politely at the door."

"I don't feel the need to be polite in this particular social situation. I think it's the spirit of Walburga invading me."

"We are in the kitchen," they heard the airy voice of Luna call out from the other room.

Harry came out from the kitchen and embraced Hermione. "I spent all afternoon trying to teach Kreacher about burgers but eventually gave up and grilled them myself," he chuckled. "It's as if elves never had burgers before."

"Burger's are a national treasure, Potter and should be treated as such," she smiled at him as he came over and put his hand on Bella's stomach to say hello to the baby. When he first did this she had almost cursed his hand right off of his body but she eventually got used to it. Junior always responded positively to his voice so she learned to let it slide. "Kreacher making burgers might be even funnier than what happened our house huh, pet?"

"Now I need to hear the story," Harry laughed when he saw Hermione grimace.

"Well it was a week ago and Bella just couldn't wait for me to get home with her McDonalds," Hermione began to tell the story.

one week ago*

Narcissa had requested Bella take a few days off of work because of the extra stress from the murder/rapist case. The dark witch had been experiencing a lot of cramping and her sister told her to take it easy. Bella hated it. She felt useless staying at home and the only thing getting her by was the fact that Hermione would come home everyday at 2pm to bring her and the baby McDonalds.

Bella was currently sitting in the library reading a muggle horror book that Jack had gifted her. She was having a hard time getting comfortable. "If you don't settle down and take a nap, I'm going to tell your mother." Her belly had calmed down for only a moment before it growled and Bella experienced a sharp kick to her ribs. "Listen here you little shit…" she started then looked at the clock. "2:30?! No wonder you are pissed. Your mum is late."

Bella took her time getting up from the couch. Hermione offered to help her up once and she gently reminded her wife of the fact that "pure bloods don't get hoisted." Bella would rather take fifteen minutes to get up on her own than to ask for help.

"Come, little love." Bella said, patting her belly. "Let's go get something to eat." Bella was feeling particularly lazy that afternoon so she took the elevator down to the first floor and made her way into the kitchens. "Let's see what we have." Bella opened the fridge door and peered inside. "Hmm… fruit?" The baby kicked. "Okay no fruit. Yogurt?" *kick* "cereal?" *kick* "All right. I get it!" Bella said, rubbing her stomach. "Twiggy?!"

Twiggy popped into the kitchens. "What can twiggy do for the mistress and the tiny missus?"

"Well, Twiggy. I am hungry and it appears that my little spawn here is being annoyingly picky." *kick* "Do you know what a Big Mac is?"

"Twiggy is unfamiliar, miss."

"Yes, I thought you might say that." Bella thought for a moment and spoke, "well it's kind of like the cheeseburgers that you make me all the time?"

"Oh yes. Twiggy is knowing how to make burgers." Twiggy nodded enthusiastically.

"Wonderful but see this one is special. It has two beef patties and has this special magical sauce."

"A magic sauce, miss?"

"Yes, here." Bella said, pushing a memory of her last Big Mac forward and projected it into the small elf's mind. "There. Do you see it?"

"Yes miss. Twiggy is seeing the Big Mac."

"Would you please try to make us one?"

"Twiggy will try her best. Sit down missus. Twiggy will start right away."

35 minutes later, Bella sat at the kitchen table surrounded by 10 discarded burgers each with one bite taken from them. She sighed loudly. "These just aren't right."

"Twiggy is eternally sorry, mistress Bellatrix." She said while preparing some more beef patties.

"Here let me try." Bella said standing and walking over to the stove.

"Oh, Twiggy doesn't think that's a good idea. Missus isn't supposed to touch the stove. Mistress Hermione will be greatly displeased with me." Twiggy was beginning to nervously shake.

"Calm down. What Hermione doesn't know won't hurt her." Bella reached into her skirt and retrieved her wand.

"Twiggy doesn't mean to speak out of turn but Miss doesn't need her wand."

"Huh?" Bella said looking down at Twiggy confused.

"This is a muggle device. There are knobs you turn to start the fire. No magic required."

"No magic…" Bella shook her head. "My ancestors would be turning over in their graves." Bella sighed and readied her wand. "No bother. I'm sure it'll work this way. Incendio!" Bella flourished her wand and the oven went up in flames. Her eyes widened when the whole oven burst into flames. "Fuck!" She exclaimed, then flourished her wand once more. "Aguamenti!" Water blasted out of the tip of her wand but didn't make a dent on the fire. "Shit shit shit," Bella muttered. She waved her wand a final time, "reducto!" And just like that the oven blew itself up in thousands of little pieces. "Well fuck me. That was a disaster."

Twiggy crawled out from under the table. "Twiggy will start cleaning this up. Should twiggy continue trying to produce a Big Mac for mistress."

"No. I don't think so, Twiggy. I'm going to have to tell Hermione about the oven. You'll want to clear out before she gets home. I expect she won't be in a pleasant mood. Do a quick clean then take the rest of the day off and let Winky know she can clear out as well."

Twiggy bowed her head in gratitude. "Oh thank you miss Bella. You are too kind."

Bella waved her hand dismissing the elf as she walked into the living room. "Where did I put that fucking hello phone now?" She walked over and spotted it on the little table alongside the couch. "Ah yes, here it is." She picked it up and dialed a Hermione number.

"Hello?" Hermione's voice through the phone.

"Pet… it's an emergency."

"Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" Hermione asked in a desperate tone.

"Yes yes. Junior is fine. I'm fine. I just desperately need a Big Mac."

"I'm at work, Bella. You can't be serious right now."

"Yes but I need you, love. It's past 2 and you haven't been round yet. My baby has been desperate for her usual snack. Twiggy has been no help."

"What did you do to poor twiggy?" Hermione asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"She was trying to make a Big Mac… one thing led to another and we have to get another oven."

"Bella. We've talked about this. This is what now? Oven number six? You aren't allowed to touch them anymore. If you are helping Twiggy that's fine but not touching."

"Well.. you know how to resolve this… "

"Don't say it…."

Cutting Hermione off, Bella finished her sentence, "2pm Big Macs."

"Bella. You can't keep blowing up the stove. I'm sorry I couldn't leave work today. We had an actual emergency that needed to take precedence. Believe me. I would rather have been home with you and our baby eating Big Macs and watching friends."

"Can you come home now?"

"I can be home around 4. All right?"

Bella sighed. "All right. But I just miss you is all. It's awfully lonely here in this big Manor all day by myself. Junior is no fun when she's asleep and when she's awake, she's always hungry. I just wanted to give her the offering because I wanted her to be happy. I apologize for blowing up the oven. Forgive us?"

Hermione knew the exact face Bella was making without having to see it. "Of course love. I'll be home to you soon. Try to get some rest until I get back. Love you."

Bella said her goodbyes and hung up the phone and took Hermione's advice. A nap sounded like just the thing she needed.

Hermione, as promised, walked through the front door at 4pm carrying a big bag of McDonalds. "Bella?" She called out and when she didn't get an answer, she started to climb up the stairs to the floor that their bedroom was on. When she approached the door she noticed the lights were off. Quietly, she opened the door and saw Bella laying on her side with her belly sticking out of the oversized shirt she was wearing as a makeshift night dress. Hermione's heart clenched with a happiness she couldn't express.

Hermione walked over and brushed the hair away from Bella's face and leaned down to place a small kiss on her sleeping wife's cheek. Bella didn't stir, Hermione placed the bag of food on the bedside table next to Bella and hurried to change out of her suit and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Carefully, she peeled back the covers on her side of the bed and crawled in, spooning up against Bella's back. She felt Bella shift into her as she wrapped her arm around their baby. Hermione swore she heard Bella let out a content sigh in her sleep as the baby started a small series of soft fluttering kicks.She was finally able to feel the kicking and it warmed her heart. "Mum missed you too baby. I love you and your mother very much."

"I swear it's like she knows exactly what you are saying love," came the soft sleep filled voice of Bella as she laid her hand on top of Hermione's hand.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, my loves." Hermione placed a soft kiss on Bella's neck where her hair wasn't covering.

"It's all right, love. I heard you talking to our baby and I like to be awake when she is happy like this." Bella turned over to face Hermione. She picked Hermione's hand back up and placed it on her belly where the baby was happily fluttering her feet. "I'm sorry about the oven." Bella pouted, sticking out her lower lip and giving Hermione the biggest eyes she could manage. "I really was just trying to make Junior happy."

"All is forgiven." Hermione leaned forward to brushed her lips against her wife's. The baby must have felt that the kiss lasted a few seconds too long and kicked Bella hard enough that Hermione felt it on her own stomach. "I guess snuggle time is over."

"I think the little demon smells the treat you left on the nightstand." Bella smiled and turned back over to reach the bag of food. Both women sat up in the bed and started to feast on the McDonald's. "Pet, I've said it before and I'll say it again… muggles make the best take away."

present day*

Bella and Harry were laughing by the time Hermione was done recounting the course of events that led to yet another one of their ovens being blown to smithereens. "I can't help it that those muggle machines are so damn hard to work," Bella said between cackles.

"She has a point, Mione. It's much easier to cook with magic."

"Oh fine," Hermione crossed her arms. "Take her side. I see how it is."

"I'm taking the side of the baby. Truth be told, she already frightens me," Harry tried not to smile.

"As she should, Potter." Bella moved past him and into the kitchen. "Now, the burgers, please."

The four of them had finished their meal in pleasant conversation and were sitting around drinking tea, catching up on things that weren't related to the murder case for a change. Yes, they were moving along preparing for their bait plan with Kandi but everyone needed a break from the work chaos for at least one evening. Plus, Narcissa threatened Harry into giving Bella the days off so she could rest with her baby. "You said you have news?" Hermione turned to look at the blonde she had come to appreciate as a core member of her close knit group.

"Oh yes," she smiled. "It's actually something I needed to speak with you about Hermione. Well, Minister Black."

"Oh?" Hermione asked, taking a sip from her tea.

"Well you see," Luna's voice always had a calming effect on the baby and Bella felt her girl settling as the blonde began to speak. "I was thinking, well we were thinking," she reached over and grabbed Harry's forearm. "That it would be a really great opportunity to open a daycare in the ministry for workers who have children who aren't old enough yet to go to primary school. Harry seems to think that I would be good in the role of child attendant. I'm not quite sure of the muggle terminology he used but I do love children."

Bella and Hermione looked at each other before Harry added, "plus we know of at least three babies who would benefit from having a daycare where their parents work."

"That would be very convenient. Bring the babies to work with us," Bella shrugged.

"Have you ever watched a group of children before?"

"No," Luna shrugged, "but I've help raise many liters of kneazles."

"Honestly pet, how much harder can human babies be than cats?"

Hermione slapped Bella on the shoulder, "well there is extra money in the budget if I move some stuff around. I feel like this might be something we can work out. There's actually room on the floor by the DMLE. There's been an empty hallway there for years. You would have to hire someone to work with you though."

"Can I hire them?" Bella asked a little too excitedly.

"No," Hermione stated firmly looking over at her wife who was scowling at her. "You will already intimidate them enough when you meet them. We don't want to scare them off ahead of time."

Bella crossed her arms over her chest, "spoil all my fun."

Hermione turned back to the other couple, "since this was all your idea, I'll leave the hiring up to the two of you. Maybe reach out to some local designer witches and see if they can help with the construction of the care center? Get back to me with prices and we will come up with something."

Bella looked over at her wife, leaned in and whispered, "talking over Ministry matters really gets me going, Minister. Should we sneak upstairs for a quick go?"

Hermione's cheeks turned pink as well as Harry's, "I don't think we were meant to hear that," Luna casually said as she got up to start clearing the table.

Hermione cleared her throat and tried not to let Bella's words get to her in any sort of way considering they were currently sat with friends. "Harry, so, any baby names?"

"Actually, yes. I think we've settled on a name for the little guy."

"I can't believe you talked your witch into finding out the sex. Pathetic," Bella rolled her eyes. "Well let's have it then. What's the little spawn going to be called?"

"We were thinking of Albus Severus Potter," he smiled brightly.

Bella stared at Harry with a bewildered look on her face and looked over at her wife who was giving her a pleading look which Bella ignored. "Well, I think that's," she smirked, "the stupidest fucking name I've heard in my 51 years of life."

"Bella," Hermione hissed.

"What? I'm just being honest. That's literally the worst fucking name I've heard in my entire life." Harry just sat there looking like a deer in the headlights. "Honestly, if you are going to name your boy that then he will definitely spend his whole life getting made fun of. People will be lining up to make fun of that name," she stopped only momentarily to take a drink of her tea. "And by people I mean me. I will absolutely make fun of him, relentlessly."

"Harry, it's a nice name," Hermione tried to add.

"No, it's not." Bella continued her rant. "You are going to name your son after Albus Dumbledore? That man raised you for slaughter. He only needed you alive until he didn't and then he was ready to hand you over to your death." Harry's cheeks turned pink because she wasn't wrong. "And don't even get me started on Snape. That fucker was a bully to you, a child and for what reason? Because your mother didn't want to sleep with him and chose someone else? That's just fucking ridiculous. If you want to honor someone, at least name him after your father or even fucking Hagrid would be a better choice. Remus? Sirius? Name him after yourself at least you were a hero. Literally anyone would be better than Albus and Snape." Bella finally stopped her rant and looked between her wife and boss. She realized she may have overstepped, "but that's just my personal opinion. I'm sure your reasons are just as valid and," she glanced at the stern look on Hermione's face. "I'm sorry for inserting my truth into your baby name decision."

"Thank you for your true response," Harry finally managed to say after what seemed like an elongated period of silence. "What name have you come up with?"

"Oh me?" Bella rubbed her baby bump. "This here is Bellatrix Druella Black, Junior." The smile on her face was something between a smirk and a shit eating grin. "It's always important to name your baby after someone who is loved and well respected."

Harry bit back a laugh, "it's a lovely name."

"That's not her name," Hermione reassured her friend. "She doesn't have a name yet."

"Oh but she does," Bella turned to her wife. "It's Junior."

"Not it's not."

"Well," Bella stood looking between her two counterparts, settling her eyes onto Hermione. "When the next one comes out of your vagina, you are perfectly welcomed to name him or her as you please but this baby," she rubbed her stomach, "is going to be named Bella Junior and there isn't a damn thing anyone can say to convince me otherwise," with that she turned, left the dining room and headed up the stairs.

"Where did Bella and Junior go?" Luna asked, coming back into the room.

"I'll give her a few minutes then I'll go after her," Hermione took a sip of her tea.

20 minutes later, Hermione excused herself to begin her hunt for Bellatrix. She checked her old room and all the places they had made love while they were living with Harry last year. When Bella wasn't in the library, Hermione was half convinced that the dark witch had gotten so pissed off that she went home without saying goodbye but as Hermione was making a final pass of the rooms on the third floor she looked in and saw Bella staring at the Black family tapestry. "There you are. I thought you may have left us." Bella didn't turn around or acknowledge that she had come into the room. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. You know I love your name. If you truly want to name our daughter Bellatrix I won't stop you."

"You didn't hurt my feelings," the voice came out smaller than Bella had intended. "I don't truly want to name her after me, at least I don't think I do. Do you know how hard it is to name a child? It's a lot of pressure. This small being is going to have to carry that name with her throughout her entire life. I want her to have a strong name that she'll be confident and proud of. She'll already carry the name Black. I just haven't really given much thought to her first name. Nothing seems to suit her."

"I get that," Hermione came up behind Bella and wrapped her arms around her, gently stroking her bump. "Anything on here catch your fancy?"

"Actually," Bella sighed and relaxed slightly in her wife's arms. She pointed up to the top of the tapestry. "How do we feel about Cassiopeia? That's a strong name."

"Mother of Andromeda," Hermione laughed.

"Give the baby power before she's even born while putting Andy in her rightful place. I see nothing wrong here."

"Cass? Or Cassiopeia? Cassiopeia when she's in trouble," Hermione laughed again, the sound was the most pleasant form of music Bella could ever recall hearing.

"Hmm," Bella thought about it for a moment. "Cassiopeia Bellatrix Black? I do like the name Cass."

"Bellatrix as her middle name? I think it's perfect," Hermione leaned down and kissed Bella's cheek.

"What do you think Junior?" Bella poked her bump. "Do you like Cassiopeia?" She waited a moment and didn't feel anything. "I don't think she objects." She laughed and rubbed her stomach trying to wake the baby.

Hermione walked around Bella and squatted down in front of her belly. She placed a kiss on her stomach, "Cass?" She questioned with her lips lingering on her belly. Bella gasped when the baby moved slightly. "I think it's settled," Hermione smiled up at her wife.

Another two weeks went by and there were no other murders so the team had hope that they were ahead did the rapist at this point in time. They used the 10 weeks to plan and prepare and they were confident that they would smoke out the murderer. He always seemed to be in the Diagon on a Thursday or Friday afternoon around 2pm. All of the girls had a relatively similar time of death. Draco and Kate had rented a room at the Leaky Cauldron and were doing recon every Thursday and Friday so they could profile the regular customers and to make notes of anyone who seemed out of place at the restaurant. They did notice that random Ministry employees would show up during those times when they should've been at the office. So it was something to keep in the back of their minds. When they talked it over with Bella she had told them to focus on Ministry employees and other members of the sacred 28.

After Narcissa told Bella she could go back to work she joined Kate and Draco at the Leaky Cauldron one afternoon. Doing the detective work was the most boring part of the job and Bella was lucky she wasn't a detective. It was rather enjoyable watching her nephew and Kate squabble with each other. "You are lucky I'm letting you in the field at all. One toe out of line and you'll be back to pushing papers. Do I make myself clear?" Bella said as she left the two of them to gather the intel on their own.

Bella and Harry were the only ones currently at the office. Draco and Kate were at their usual booth in the restaurant waiting to strike. Today however was different. Kandi was also there with them sitting at the bar wearing her perfectly disguised muggle earpiece. Bella was going to join them if anything happened. Draco would send her a message if anyone took their bait. With Lucius sitting as uncomfortable as possible behind bars, Bella was still wondering what the killer was getting at. Hermione made the public announcement that the murder/rapist was capture and placed behind bars releasing Lucius's photo so the killer would know that they found his fingerprint. Two could play the bait game and Bella had just hoped her team was more proficient players of the game. Still something had struck Bella as weird and she couldn't get it out of her head. "Pickles?!" Bella called out seeking the help of her favorite Ministry elf.

"Madam Black called for Pickles?" The small elf looked at the dark witch offering her a small jar of pickles.

Bella chuckled and took the small jar offering, "thank you Pickles but I actually need a work favor."

"Anything for Madam Black," the small elf bowed.

"Can you please go fetch Kate Aarons' personnel file? I need to check something over."

The little elf snapped her fingers and left the room and was back almost instantly holding a large file in her arms, "here madam," she hoisted the file into Bella's hand.

"Thank you, Pickles. You are my favorite for a reason," she gave the little elf a few galleons and sent her on her way laughing at the little gasp when the elf took the coins in her hand. When Pickles left, Bella set the file on her desk and opened it up. The murderer went out of his way to deliver a personal insult to Kate before he attacked her. How would he have any idea who Kate was? "Filthy muggle mother…" Bella said as she read over the file. "How would he even know she was related to the mother? It just doesn't add up." Bella thought over everything she knew about Kate and though she felt she came to know the girl well enough she had to admit she knew an embarrassingly small amount about her past lives. "Who is your mother, Kate?" Bella sighed, flipping through the pages. She winced when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. "Calm down, Cass. Mummy is busy. We can rest soon," she soothed a hand over her stomach trying to calm her baby. She felt another sharp pain then Cass calmed. "Thank Salazar. I think I'm finally onto something here," she rubbed her stomach. "It's a big day, my little love." She kept reading, "Joanne Stephens. That tells me nothing." So started up her computer. "I loathe the internet," she typed the name Joanne Stephens and reporter with two fingers into the search bar. She pulled up her obituary. "Joanne 'Jo' Stephens died on March 17, 1993. She died in the line of duty. Kate will always be remembered as a star journalist for the Tribune newspaper. Joanne is survived by spouse, David (Davey) Stephens (36) and daughter Katherine Stephens (11)." Bella stopped reading and thought for a moment. "Davey Stephens… Why does that sound familiar?" She typed his name into the search bar and found an obituary for her father as well. However when she clicked it it seemed a little odd. "David (Davey) Reginald Stephens," she read aloud then skimmed the article. She repeated the name like a mantra as she was reading. The obituary said he died suddenly, didn't mention Kate and didn't say that there would be a viewing or funeral. Bella found this all rather strange. "Seems like the obituary of a man who didn't want to be found." She typed something else into the search engine. There was no known location of a tombstone for this man. "Why do I know that name? Think Bella," she closed her eyes and ran the name through her memories. "Fuck," she grabbed her stomach again. "Please baby. Not now. Mummy is thinking." She sat and thought, "Twiggy?!" She called to her trusted and loyal elf.

"Mistress Bella is you and the baby okay?"

"Yes," she smiled. "I need you to go into the library at home, into my desk drawer and bring me my journal. You know the one."

"Right away miss," the elf was back in a matter of seconds. "Here is the journal, Mistress Bella."

"Thank you Twiggy. We will see you later," she said goodbye to her elf before she left and ran her hand over the old leather bound book that had a dark mark etched on the cover. It was the journal Bella kept from her early days as a death eater prior to her time in Azkaban. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for but her gut instinct told her it was in there. Another sharp pain had her grabbing her stomach trying desperately to soothe her baby. "Almost done, sweetheart. Mummy just needs five more minutes." She flipped open her journal, working through the cramps and started reading. "Holy fuck," her eyes grew wide when she came across what she didn't know she was looking for. She started reading her own words back to her, "a new death eater joined ranks today. A young kid, Gryffindor. Annoying as fuck if you ask me. He was in school with Siri and the Potters. Maybe he can provide us with some quality intel. Hopefully I don't murder him before he proves his worth." The name scribbled on the page read Davey Reginald Stephens. "Potter! I've got it!" She shouted calling him from his office.

Bella stood up quickly to go find Harry and she immediately regretted it. A rush of liquid poured out of her body when she took her first step and the cramps she was having felt like they were ripping her inside out. She looked down at the ground and saw the fluid and blood mixture and had to steady herself. Unable to walk due to the overwhelming pain, she lowered herself to the floor and called out for Harry once more. She laid down on the floor and started to panic. "Everything's going to be okay my little love," she rubbed her hand over her stomach.

"Bella?" Harry called before entering her office. "What did you find?" He looked down, seeing Bella laying on the floor and immediately jumped into action. "Expecto Patronum," he cast his stag and spoke, "tell Hermione to come, there's an emergency with Bella. Then go to St. Mungos and tell Narcissa that we are on our way with Bella and she seems to have lost a lot of blood and fluid." He sent his patronus off and spoke to Bella, "it's going to be okay, Bella."

"It's Davey. Tell Kate," she spoke before screaming out in blinding pain, grabbing her stomach.

"What?"

Hermione popped into the room, "Merlin, Bella," she ran over and assessed the situation. "We've got to get her to Mungos."

"We will have to do a feather light and apparate."

Hermione shook her head, "no, I connected her fireplace to St. Mungos as soon as we found out she was pregnant. We just have to get her over there," she nodded to the fireplace. "Hang on, my loves. It's all going to be okay," she leaned down and kissed Bella's forehead.

"She's bleeding a lot, Hermione."

"Let's go," she cast the featherlight charm so Harry could carry her over to the fireplace.

He gave his best friend an uneasy smile and reached down to grab some floo powder, "we will see you there. St. Mungos," he said as he threw the powder down, disappearing in green flames with a screaming Bella.

Hermione followed through immediately and she came out the other side already seeing the mediwitches putting her down onto a hospital bed. Narcissa came running down the hallway, "what happened?"

"I don't know. Harry found her in her office. She had been having cramps off and on for a while now. Save my girls," Hermione gave Narcissa a pleading look. "Please."

"Take her to the muggle ward," the youngest Black sister shouted. "Now!"

Hermione and Harry followed quickly behind as they took Bella to the muggle wing. They looked down and saw a trail of blood along the way. "If anyone up there is listening," Hermione started talking as they walked, "please let both of my girls come out of this on the other side."