Sonorous let the couple in front of her gather strength from each other for a few moments before gently clearing her throat.
"It's been a hectic day, and I think it wise to get some rest now: we have much preparation to do in the coming months."
"Yes, we should get some rest." Severus let his wife go, and walked over to pick up the sleeping child.
"I have a room prepared for you, with a place for your Caretaker to sleep. It is imperative that you never let Amey out of her sight, as she has abilities to combat your stalkers that even the three of us together cannot manage."
Hermione took Sonorous into a great hug.
"Thank you so much... I don't know what we would do without you."
"Do not thank me yet, Sister. There are dark times ahead."
Over the course of the next several months, Hermione and Severus got a crash course in what it meant to be 'of the bloodline'. They learned that their daughter would have similar talents to them, but with added senses, abilities, and strength two to three times that of even her powerful parents.
Caretakers were normally needed for those in the bloodline, even if there were others full in the power of the bloodline caring for them, because their baby-magic could outclass even a group of adults at their full power... and that magic would usually hold sway until their seventh year.
They stayed ensconced in Sonorous' home the entire time, not wanting to let the Fey have any chance to gain access to them. According to the Heathers (the bloodline's secret name for themselves) in the area, the Fair Folk and their minions were quiet again, having lost the scent of what they had thought was The One. They were now back to their regular hounding of random Heathers who were found without a Caretaker at their side - which did not happen often.
Hermione and Severus has been doing research, in between being taught about the possible effects of having these Feyblood talents by Sonorous: they found that there were certain castles in England, Ireland, Wales, and Scotland that had protection from the uninvited entrance of the Fair Folk.
"SEVERUS!"
"SEVERUS!"
Severus ran through the labyrinthine halls, searching for his yelling wife.
When they ran into each other at a corner of the hallway near their room, they fell in a tangle of limbs worthy of Escher.
"WOMAN, what are you doing screaming as though you were being attacked by hippogryphs!" Severus demanded as he and Hermione untangled themselves and stood.
"HOGWARTS! WHY didn't we stay at Hogwarts! See - look here," she nearly pounced on him, waving an old tome in his face.
"Hold still," he said, taking the book from her shaking, waving hands.
His face blanched as he read, and the smirk that he shared with his wife was a sight to behold.
"We're going home."