A few weeks into the new school year, Hermione loaded her plate with eggs and toast.

"Dost thou thinkest that thou havest enough food?" Rowena sneered.

Hermione merely raised an eyebrow. "I hast been starving these last couple of mornings."

"That dost not meanest that thou must eateth in thee manner of swine."

"Rowena," Helga smiled. "If mine memory doth serve me correctly, thou eateth in a similar when thou werest with child."

Unfortunately for the animagus, she had just taken a swig of pumpkin juice and she then proceeded to choke on it.

Hearing his wife choking, Godric thumped her on her back. "Art thou feeling well?"

Hermione, just looked at Helga with wide eyes.

"My dear, didst thou forgeteth that I ist a mediwitch?" Hufflepuff inquired with a twinkle in her eyes. "I canst tell by thou magical signature. Thou art three weeks with child."

Hermione blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"Thou art with child." Rowena sighed. "Werest thou not listening?"

"No, I wast listening, I just…." Hermione looked to her husband.

Godric smiled at his young wife. "I thinkest that we musteth start preparing thee baby's room."

"And names." Hermione nodded.

"Oooo baby names." Helga cooed.

Rowena rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it all. Honestly, babies were not worth cooing over.

Hermione was teaching her last class of the day, combined Second Year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, when she noticed that Helena seemed apathetic. Not letting the frown that threatened to spread across her face, the animagus gently sent her magic toward the young Ravenclaw. Something was bothering her, and Hermione was determined to find out what it was.

As soon as class was over, and the students were packing up, Hermione turned her attention toward Helena. "Miss Ravenclaw, I wouldst like to speaketh with thou."

The young witch looked up and slowly nodded; she realized she had been a fool, thinking that she could hide anything from the animagus. She walked up to the desk, apprehensive of the conversation to come. "Thou wisheth to seeth me?"

"Yes, come with me." Hermione said as she walked toward her quarters. Once she had settled onto the couch and Helena sat in the opposite chair (an action that received a raised eyebrow from the older witch), Hermione sighed. "Helena, what ist bothering thou?"

"It ist nothing."

"Nu-uh, thou don't get to giveth me that. I knowest that something ist bothering thou." Hermione pressed.

"Thou hast replaceth me!" Helena exclaimed as she jumped to her feet.

Hermione frowned. "Helena…"

"No!" The younger witch yelled, turning her back. She didn't want Hermione to look into her eyes; because when she did, it felt like the older witch could see into her very soul.

"Helena," Hermione tried again. "I ist not replacing thou."

"But thou art with child!" The younger witch choked out.

"I mayest be with child, but no one canst replace thou." The animagus gently stated and gathered Helena into her arms.

Spinning around, Helena buried her face into Hermione's chest and starting sobbing.

"Oh, baby." Hermione cooed, stroking her hair. "My beag Raven, didst thou really thinkest I wouldst replaceth thou?"

"Mother sayeth…" Helena hiccupped.

The elder witch shook her head. "Don't listen when thy mother sayeth such things, she knows not what she ist speaking of."

The younger witch nodded. "Thank you màthair."

"Whatever art thou thanking me for?"

"Thou art not mine mother and yet thou art mine mother, mine màthair." Helena snuggled closer to her. "That ist what I thankest thou for."

Hermione placed a kiss onto her forehead. "Mo beag Raven."

Six months into her pregnancy, Hermione was still teaching; even though her feet were killing her at the end of every day.

"Lady Gryffindor," Rowena cornered her in her office. "I thinkest that thou shouldst not teacheth in thy condition."

Hermione raised her eyebrow, leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "Really?"

"Yes, thou art with child. Thou shouldst not be teaching."

"Thou havest a child and thou art teaching." Hermione smirked.

Rowena sneered. "She wast a mistake and…"

The animagus shot up and, grabbing Ravenclaw's throat, shoved her into the wall. "Don't thou ever callest thy daughter a mistake again. If I ever hearest thou calleth her that again, I willest end thou. Dost I maketh myself clear?"

Rowena nodded. Her fear was palpable, not only did is shine in her eyes, Hermione could smell if rolling off of her.

"Now, get out of mine office." Hermione growled, a low sound, resounding from her chest. Before dropping Rowena to the floor.

Lady Ravenclaw quickly scrambled to her feet and darted out of the room. Sometimes, Hermione really scared her. Rowena sometimes forgot that she had fought in a war, but whenever Hermione would, literally, throw people around; Rowena was quickly reminded that the animagus had killed to protect those she had loved.

"Art thou feeling well?" Godric asked, causing Rowena to start.

"Thy wife," Ravenclaw shook her head. "I dost not thinkest I willest be calling Helena a 'mistake' ever again."

Godric threw back his head and laughed.

"It ist not a lauging manner. Thy wife moves very quickly for a woman who ist six months with child." Rowena rubbed her neck. "She ist incredibly strong."

"Dost thou expeceth something different from a survivor of war?" Gryffindor inquired. "She hast thee scars to showeth what she hast gone through."

Rowena waved him off. "I knowest of her scars, she weareth thee one on her arm liketh a bloody badge of honor."

"I ist speaking of thee three scars across her body." Godric shook his head. "She willest not telleth me thee spell, but she receiveth them during thee war."

Rowena gapped at him. "She hast more scars?"

"I doest." Hermione chuckled. "They art itching, scars art not supposed to stretch."

Godric walked over and placed a light kiss to his wife's lips. Hermione smiled up at him.

"Hermione, thou hast to push." Helga instructed.

Hermione, who was drenched in sweat, growled at her.

"Dost not growleth at me." Helga raised an eyebrow. "Push, thee baby ist crowning."

Gathering her magic, Hermione enveloped the baby with it, and pushed one final time. She lay there, panting, as Helga cleaned off the infant.

"Hermione, wouldst thou likest to hold thy daughter?"

Sitting up, the animagus held her arms out. "Couldst thou get Godric?"

"As thou requesteth." Hufflepuff smiled as she laid the babe in the younger witch's arms.

Hermione looked down at the young child in her arms. The baby had light brown hair and grey eyes. "Hi there, mo chailín leanbh, thou màthair loveth thou very much. And I knowest that thy father will lovest thou just as much. And thy deirfiúr mhór will loveth thou too."

"Hermione?" Godric apprehensively asked.

"Love, cometh look at our daughter." The animagus smiled up at her husband.

Godric looked down at his wife and child and he swelled with pride. They had made this beautiful child and he was a father. "Canst I hold her?"

"Of course." Hermione chuckled. "Just let me finsheth feeding her."

"Oh, right." Godric rubbed the back of his neck, before turning at the sound of the doors opening and Helena walked in.

"Màthair, canst I come in?" The young witch asked.

Hermione nodded and tiredly stated. "Of course, Raven."

"Let me takest… havest thou decideth on a name yet?" Godric asked.

The animagus looked up at her husband. "I wast thinking of 'Diana Minerva'."

Gryffindor nodded. "I likest it. May I holdest Diana?"

After Hermione had nodded and Godric took his daughter, Helena crawled into bed beside the animagus.

"Comfy there, Raven?" Hermione chuckled, eyelids slowly dropping.

Helena looked up at Lord Gryffindor.

Godric smiled. "Thou watcheth over thy Màthair whilest she sleeps."

Smiling, the young witch nodded. She had a mother and a father, and now a baby sister; she couldn't ask for more in life.