It had been only a month.

Exactly one month since she was kidnapped by the psychopathic snatcher who raped and impregnated her.

Her friends still hadn't found her and she had begun losing a bit of hope two weeks before.

Although she hated to admit it, Scabior did strike some fear into her.

Hermione always felt alert and she was never fully relaxed, even when he would leave her alone in the house for hours. This always caused the baby to be on the move and she was getting sick and tired of never having peace in her life.

Hermione shouldn't be fearing him the way she was. She was a Gryffindor for goodness sake!

With that thought, Hermione confronted Scabior that night after he came back from Godric knows where.

"I want to go home Scabior. I can't have my baby here while I'm being held captive," Hermione told him.

Scabior walked passed her and went to the kitchen. Hermione followed him and waited for his response.

She watched as he downed a glass of water from the tap. Hermione grew impatient when he didn't acknowledge her presence or answer her question.

"Did you hear what I fucking said, you arsehole?" Her voice raised slightly causing blue eyes to turn and find her brown eyes.

One moment everything was silent as they stared at each other. The next moment was chaos as the glass that was in Scabiors hand smashed into the wall behind Hermione.

Hermione barely had time to scream before Scabior had roughly grabbed her by the throat pushed her up against the same wall the glass previously hit. His body was pressed against hers slightly, careful not to put too much pressure on her round belly.

Small shards of the broken glass embedded themselves into her bare feet. Hermione glared at Scabior with tears of pain shining in her eyes as she tried to pry his hand off of her windpipe.

She was struggling to breathe as he continued to squeeze her throat.

"Hermione. Hermione, Hermione," Scabior repeated in a sickly sweet tone of voice that made Hermione's heart drop in fear. She felt her baby move around and kick her which startled Scabior.

He slowly let his tight grip on her throat go and took a step back from her form and watched as she gasped and coughed for the air he deprived her of.

He watched her with cool, calculating eyes when she moved a hand to her swollen belly and her other hand to her forehead.

The baby was kicking her so hard she winced in pain and began to gently rub her belly in soothing circles meanwhile trying to the calming breathes so the baby could calm down.

"You know what beautiful?" Scabior asked Hermione who had almost forgotten he was there.

Scabior continued," I've decided to allow you to leave."

Hermione couldn't hide the look of surprise on her face as he said those words.

She almost didn't believe him, but after living with the snatcher for a month, Hermione knew he wouldn't say anything he didn't mean.

She almost wanted to jump for joy at the thought of being away from him and with her family and friends again.

"However-"

Hermione's face dropped and she tried to hide it but it was too late. Scabior smirked and continued to speak.

"When it is time for our child to be born, I will be back for him." His eye glinted mischievously, "In fact I will come for the both of you and I will not allow you to leave me the next time as easily as you are now, lovely."

Hermione opened her mouth to disagree but Scabior grabbed her quickly and she then felt the discomforting pulls of being apparated.

When her feet touched the ground again Hermione hissed in pain. She had forgotten about the glass that was embedded in her feet. Before she knew it Scabior had he sat her down and healed her feet. Hermione wasn't sure which was more shocking. The fact that he had healed her without any light or the fact that he had helped her back onto her feet when he finished healing her.

Ignoring the fact that both of his gestures were kind ones, Hermione immediately surveyed her surroundings.

Even from a distance in the dark Hermione would be able to spot the home of the Weasleys. There were only a few lights on. No doubt Mrs. Weasley was still awake trying to make sure the house was cleaned before going to bed.

She smiled at the thought of seeing the people whom she saw as a second family and took a step towards the Burrow. A hand stopped her before she could take another step.

Hermione's gaze turned from the house back to the person who was touching her arm.

"I will be back for my son, Hermione," Scabior warned her before letting go of her arm and gestured for her to go before apparating away.

Hermione watched as he left. When she was sure he had left, Hermione eager to see her second family, practically speed walked down the small hill to the burrow.

She knocked as soon as she reached the side door that led to the kitchen. It was no surprise when Mrs. Weasley opened the door and nearly knocked Hermione over as she hugged her, Shouting for the rest of the family to come downstairs.

Both women were a crying mess by the time everyone got to the kitchen. Hermione was pulled inside of the house and the door was slammed closed.

Unbeknownst to Hermione, blue eyes were watching her from the moment she began walking down the hill. Those blue eyes will always be watching her because she was his.

I am so, so sorry for not updating. I know it has been a long ass time since I last update but per usual, school and work always get in the way. I need my education and I need to get that money because I'm going to London and Dublin this summer. So I've just been on my grind working hard to be someone ya know. Anyway, I've also had a huge case of writers block. It took me forever to figure out what i was going to write in this chapter especially after the last one but all is well now. I'm thinking about the next chapter and hopefully I dont take months to post that one. Thanks for reading and please review or favorite/follow, just let me know how you feel this story.

-Dani