Still I Look to Find a Reason to Believe

Chapter Two

A/N: A Year has passed and Dakota is writing in her notebook. Dakota has never been to school, but is smart(as she is only four). Hermione's been teaching her.

Dear Daddy,

Mummy is going to tri and get food four us tonite. I can't wait. I haven't eaten in three nites. Mummy is going to the slave shop with the money she got from the last man. He was like the other men mummy was with befor. He was mean and he made her cri a lot. I couldn't sleep because of her beging him to stop. I don't now what he was doing, but it is probably what all the other guys do to her that made her cri. Mummy is with him today. He will give her money and then we will eat. Thank you for looking over us Daddy. I now were ever you are you are watching us. I love you, Daddy.

Dakota

Dakota placed the book under her mat. She stared at the wall and counted the number of blood marls she could find. She was disturbed by the sound of the cage opening. She sat up and faced her mother. "Mummy!" Dakota ran over to Hermione and jumped on her. Hermione smiled as her daughter held on tighter.

"Hey, baby. Are you hungry?" Hermione asked, putting her daughter on her mat. Dakota nodded, her gray eyes growing with her joy. "Did you bring something home mummy?" She asked eagerly. Hermione took out a small cereal packet from her bag. "I'm sorry I couldn't get you something better, baby, but he didn't give me the money he said he would." Hermione told her daughter, who had already opened the packet and was now stuffing her face with the small cheerios that were in it.

Hermione had tears in her eyes. She was watching her daughter eat as though she had never eaten before. 'She hadn't.' Hermione though, dully. Dakota was never given much or any food, just enough to barely get by. Hermione, who ate less than Dakota, was eyeing the food hungrily. Her daughter noticed this and said, "Mummy, would you like the last cheerios?"

Hermione looked at her daughter, and started crying. "No, baby, that's for you." Dakota looked at her mother, confused. Hermione gave her a reassuring smile. "Mummy already ate." Hermione lied. Dakota looked suspiciously at her mother. "Really." Hermione promised.

Dakota finished her cheerios and like always Hermione held her in her arms and rocked her. "Did you practice writing, baby?" Hermione asked as she continued the rocking motion. Dakota, who had her eyes closed nodded. "I wrote to daddy about how you were bring home food." Hermione wasn't sure what to say. She knew Dakota wrote to her Daddy in her notebook. Hermione had told Dakota her daddy had died in the war. Of course that wasn't the truth. The truth was her daddy was living big while she was barely surviving. Hermione couldn't tell her that. Dakota's father didn't even know Dakota existed, and he would never know. If he did, he would hurt Dakota. Hermione couldn't allow that to happen. Hermione remembered when she and Dakota first arrived at the Slave camp. She had caught a glimpse of Draco, or she thought she did. She saw the white blond hair, and how many people have that hair color. 'Only two people,' Hermione thought to herself, 'Draco Malfoy, and my daughter.'

FlashBack

"My Lord," Lucius Malfoy said, kneeling in front of his master, "we have them." A Death Eater pulled Hermione and Dakota, who were bounded by magic, to the front. Lucius Malfoy smiled at his mission completed.

"Them?" The Dark Lord hissed, "What do you mean, them?"

"She- She has a daughter my lord."

Hermione stopped listening. It was too much. Before she knew it, her and her daughter were being taken back to a dark room. If only she knew that would be the last time she saw light for a long time.

As she was being taken back she saw it, the back of Draco's head. Did he know that she was there? Did he even care?

"What else did you do today, baby?" Hermione asked her daughter. "I counted the blood stains on the wall, mummy, and I was doing great, but I don't know what comes after 999.

What comes after 999?""

Hermione smiled. Her baby would've been smart if she went to school, and still, with only Hermione teaching her for the four hours a day she has, she was. Though Hermione was upset about what her daughter was counting, she was happy her baby was counting.

"1,000."

A/N: Please review, if you have any questions ask them and I will answer them.