Hermione was worried.
Severus had yet to return, and it was nearing midnight. She had fed Amey, who had woken up around 8 and then immediately gone back to sleep. The Caretaker I have to remember to call her Clover, she thought, was still deeply asleep. The glow was still on them both.
As she put down the book she had been trying to read for the last two hours, she got mad.
I've been thrust away from everything I ever knew, had a strange creature bond to my child, and my husband just whisked himself away without an explanation and has been gone for hours!
Just then, the sound of apparation, and the front door flew open.
"Hermoine, love," he gasped as he ran to her.
"Severus, I - " she began as she stood.
"Gather Amey and the Caretaker and come with me - now!"
"Severus, what going on? I don't -"
"NOW, wife! We must go - now!" he shouted, gripping her arms in earnest.
"The future of our child - perhaps all those of her descent - hangs in the balance. We have a safe place to go, but we must go now."
The unusual pleading in her husband's eyes and voice motivated Hermoine to move, and as she placed the child and the creature in her arms, she heard her husband shouting:
"Not from this place will you find anything of use: begone to your pits when you find yourselves hence!"
She felt magic course through the house, and gasped as Severus flew into the room, apparating them away.
Darkness.
Darkness and dryness.
She opened her mouth to ask where they were, why this was happening, but felt his hand cover her mouth.
"In good time, love. Just a bit more time."
The two in her arms slumbered still, thankfully, and they were light to hold. As her eyes adjusted, she saw they were in a small, octagonal room… the light still emanating from both of the small ones she carried in her arms let her see ghosts of runes and symbols carved into the black, shiny rock.
Obsidian? That's very protective stuff… she thought.
Though her mind was screaming with questions, she trusted her husband… and because his breathing was ragged, she knew they were not yet out of danger.
A muffled bang was heard, and it shook the ground on which they stood. A small whimper escaped her lips, but Severus folded her and the two precious bundles she carried into his embrace, and whispered to be quiet once more.
Another shake, and then an ominous silence. An interminable time later, what had appeared to be a wall opened.
"Well, it seems the cozy family is yet safe? Set on out now, brother: they've gone - with their tails between their legs, too. I wager they shan't be visiting the House of Myrth again soon."
Hermione looked up un awe at the woman standing before her: she resembled Severus, but her eyes… they were a glowing, dancing purple.
"Sister, I see you carry with you the one foretold: follow me, and there will be answers… and no more tears," chided the woman as she let her hand rest just above Amey's sleeping brow.
Hermione watched as the woman swept away, beckoning them with her hand. She stiffly started to follow, with her husband beside her.
"Severus, what's going on?" she asked in a voice she was sure sounded scared and tired.
"Apparently, we are in for quiet an adventure," he spat. "I have reason to believe that our daughter has been awaited for many generations."
Oh, not another set of prophesies! thought Hermione.
"No, Sister," said the woman, who was leading them up their 6th staircase.
"She is the Awaited One: she is to take the place of the Queen."
And at that, Hermione promptly fainted.