A/N I had to repost these, although I've already done it twice. This is just to let people know I have not edited these, they are just reposts.

One thought that kept replaying in Hermione's head was that her children could not be named. She knew it was necessary, though she still was troubled by it. It was necessary to withhold names from the children because there would be a lot more danger. Wizarding communities has birthing records, and they were only put in when the children were given names. So they had to hold off on that. She had to keep even her memories to the bare minimum, so she hadn't held them. Touch made everything more real. She had given Severus a sleeping potion, and he didn't realize. She wanted him to be asleep when she left to go see Voldemort. By the time he was awake she should be back. She dressed in a billowy red flowing robes. It was getting chilly so she threw on a black jacket. She had gotten back to Voldemort through none other than Draco Malfoy, and Voldemort wanted a meeting before she went onto her honeymoon. So now she had to see him tonight.

See him the day after she had given birth, and falsified herself. She was exhausted and weak on her feet. Nothing she couldn't handle. The weirdest part of it all was she felt her babies moving inside of her. She couldn't think of it, the memory to vivid to be passed off as anything other than reality. She walked slowly down the path to the front gates, even the way she walked was the same as two days ago. Nervous, but clearheaded she exited the gates, and saw Draco. His robes were crinkled and he looked weary. One thing she was not expecting was he looked sympathetic. She had known for a while that Draco had cared for Severus, but until that moment she hadn't known how deeply he had cared. He looked ragged, and she remembered that on the phone there had been no animosity whatsoever, he was almost clinical.

There hadn't even been the familiar edge she was used to when dealing with him. It was confusing but pleasant at the same time. She slowly walked over to him, because while he had been polite over the phone it would be just like a Malfoy to strike when you turned your back. He actually moved towards me approaching me just as cautiously. He actually had tears in his eyes, he crumpled to the cold hard cobblestone road. Even regularly she would have attempted to help, but being five months pregnant with full blown maternal instincts she couldn't resist. He was on his knees with his face down, and covered by a mask of his hair. She realized that it could be a trap, and willed her power to slowly delve into his mind.

What she saw surprised her, Draco was smart, and powerful. He had hated his father and was glad to be rid of him. Severus was the only one who had kept him out of Voldemorts grasp, and now that he was dead he was trapped. But being trapped didn't matter, he had looked at Severus as a father figure. He had been horrible to Hermione, always to keep his father from having to remind him of 'the way'. And now she was important, and pregnant with the only remaining ties of Severus. His thoughts flickered from one to another so quickly that she had a hard time interpreting them all, then he looked at her with horror, and a look of concentration came over his face, and he gently guided her power back out of his mind.

"Stay out of my head." he said softly. She hung her head. Another thing also became apparent, he had some sort of powers.

"I'm sorry, I had to know whether to trust you." She moved towards him, and grabbed his hand as he stood. His hand was cold, and she had an idea. She lifted his hand, and laid his palm on the spot where one of the babies were moving. His face actually lit up. It mad him look older, and more youth filled at the same time. He frowned again."He's calling." he said suddenly sullen.
"I knew he would be." she called her power, and tried to wrap warmth around Draco, but have it be subtle. He wrapped his hand around her arm with enough force she could not get away, but not enough to hurt her. Then they apparated. Since it had been a while since she had gotten any message from Voldemort she knew it was a strong possibility that her parents were no longer, but, nothing could have prepared her for what was lying ahead.