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Hermione quickly became acquainted with a new mother's tasks as Scorpius cried for her milk throughout the night.

Draco rose from bed each time and carried his son back to his wife but Hermione still blinked her eyes from exhaustion as she held her tiny infant to her breasts.

Close to dawn, once Scorpius finally fell into a deep sleep, Hermione tumbled down into slumber with him.

She didn't notice when Draco kissed her cheek and stood from the bed an hour later.

Hermione didn't notice anything until she heard sounds coming from Scorpius's nearby bassinet.

For some reason, the quiet whisperings startled her violently as she sat bolt upright with a gasp.

"Draco?! Scorpius?!" She called with wide eyes.

"It's alright, darling! It's alright!" Mrs. Granger said as she held a hand up to calm her daughter, "We were only trying to let you rest for a while!"

Hermione frowned as she regained her senses and noticed that her mother and Narcissa were crouched over her son's bassinet.

Mrs. Granger held a clean outfit for the baby while Narcissa clutched a tiny, cloth diaper.

"...Together?" Hermione asked incredulously before she could stop herself.

"Yes, sweetheart." Mrs. Granger nodded, "We're looking after our grandson…….together."

Hermione kept her frown as she settled back against the pillows.

Her amber eyes narrowed as she watched her mother smile and chat with Draco's mother while they both tended the baby.

Hermione couldn't help but wonder if she was having some sort of strange dream as she saw her mother cuddle Scorpius for a moment before she passed him to Narcissa.

"...Don't you two despise each other?" Hermione asked after several moments.

Narcissa and Mrs. Granger both looked over at her before they exchanged glances.

"We find ourselves on opposite sides of the war." Narcissa spoke, "That hardly means we harbor personal hatreds."

"Having never met your husband's mother prior to her visit, by pushing aside the obvious," Mrs. Granger chuckled, "I have no remaining quarrels with Mrs. Malfoy herself."

Narcissa saw the distrust in Hermione's eyes.

She walked over, sat on her bedside with little Scorpius in her arms, and nodded, "You don't have to worry, my dear. My husband and I won't allow harm to come to you…….or your parents….and certainly not our grandson."

Hermione noticed that Narcissa clutched Scorpius closer to her chest as she spoke.

"With all due respect, Mrs. Malfoy, may I ask how I'm to believe you?" Hermione asked with a frown.

"You can believe me because I'm a mother too." Narcissa smiled.

She glanced down at the baby with a soft expression of genuine joy and delight on her fair face as she handed the infant back to Hermione.

War or no war, Narcissa Malfoy would not follow any leader if it meant harming her son and grandson.

Arranging Draco's marriage had been one matter, but the birth of his heir was a different subject entirely.

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"You do not need to worry." Lucius told his son and daughter-in-law as he and Narcissa prepared to depart from the castle.

Draco had one arm around Hermione as she cradled Scorpius, who had spent the previous day celebrating his first month of life.

"I can return, Father." Draco offered with a brave frown, "...And do as he asks me…….I can and will take the necessary measures to protect my family."

"I believe your mother and I can finagle a situation in which those actions are not needed, Draco." Lucius nodded, "However, keep your eyes open. If I encounter an issue and find the opposite to be true, I'll send word to you immediately."

Draco nodded as Hermione handed Scorpius to Narcissa for one last embrace.

Narcissa stared down at the baby with a bitter smile as tears welled in her blue eyes.

Hermione sniffed and tried to hide the fact that she was seconds away from weeping along with her mother-in-law.

From his bundled blanket, Scorpius blinked his large eyes up at his grandmother curiously.

Narcissa nodded to Hermione as she returned the baby and whispered, "He is truly beautiful, dear. He'll be as handsome as his father and grandfather."

"...Must you really go?" Hermione asked Narcissa.

"For now." Narcissa nodded. She flashed Hermione a forlorn smile as she added, "We'll be back as soon as we're able…….perhaps this war will finish sooner than we all think."

"I hope so!" Hermione exclaimed with a bitter smile.

As she and Draco watched Lucius and Narcissa take their leave of the castle, Hermione laid her head against Draco's chest.

She found it odd how love could unite such an unlikely group of people.

Draco's parents had been encased in their own prejudiced hatred until they had met Scorpius.

After they saw their grandson, they had abandoned their initial convictions and favored their own family over unfair ideals.

Narcissa had been a loyal helper to Hermione and Scorpius day and night during her visit.

Lucius had been supportive in other ways, always quick to journey into the village for supplies, eager to read to his tiny grandson, and concerned about his cries.

Hermione didn't say it outright to her husband, but Draco already knew the truth.

It saddened her to see his parents leave.

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"Dead, Lucius?" Voldemort asked with narrowed eyes of disbelief, "...Dead and gone?"

Voldemort sat at the head of the elegant, ebony table in Malfoy Manor's gothic dining room as Lucius, Narcissa, and the rest of his elite followers looked on from their seats.

"It destroys me to confirm the news, my lord." Lucius said with the feigned tone of a broken man as he glanced down at the table as if his grief were overwhelming, "The girl and the baby were ill-fated to not survive the birth…..My son bravely tried to intervene with a spell, but death chose to take him too……Even for a wizard of his talents, my lord, you know well enough that one needs the right tools if one is to deceive death. My son stood no chance."

A strange expression came over Voldemort's face as if he couldn't decide whether to snarl or sneer.

"Yes, Lucius!" He exclaimed with a wicked cackle, "What a pity! If I had known the boy would have been so foolish, I could have tutored him myself!"

Narcissa looked down and raised a handkerchief to her face as a sob escaped her throat.

Everyone at the table mistook her weeping for the result of grief, but Narcissa really cried from yearning.

As she obscured the details of her thoughts from Voldemort with the bit of Occlumency that she could use, she genuinely hoped the war ended soon.

Narcissa already missed little Scorpius more than she could bear.

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The baby lay asleep with a tiny frown on his adorable face as his parents kissed and cuddled in their bed next to his cot.

"...Draco?" Hermione whispered against her alpha's lips.

"Yes, my darling?" Draco purred back as he let his hands slip over the full curves that his wife's nightgown barely covered.

Although Hermione felt like a shadow of her former self, it made her heart glow that her husband still wanted to hold her and touch her in her changed form.

"What if Voldemort doesn't believe your parents' lies?" She asked with a frown, "I'm frightened! Perhaps we should leave and run from here!"

"Relax, my love." Draco cooed to Hermione as he pressed another soft kiss to her lips, "Relax…….there's no need to run. You and our son are still far too weak for a journey…..If Father can't pass his falsehoods off as plausible, then I will return and do the bidding of the Dark Lord. It's me he wants, not you, not Scorpius, not really. He doesn't even know either of you exist! At the worst, he would demand I take another wife. Hopefully by then, the war will be over and all of this will be behind us."

Hermione pulled Draco towards her with a sound of irritated vexation at their situation.

Draco offered no words in response, merely a kiss and a snuggle as he held his mate tightly.

As Hermione lay there in her alpha's arms, soothed by his scent and comforted by his strong, warm embrace, she knew it was silly to believe, but in her heart, she had the undeniably restful feeling that in the end, she, Draco, Scorpius, her parents, and his parents…….they would be alright.

One day, they would all be a family.