A month before term started, Godric decided that he was going to teach his wife how to wield a sword.
"Tellest me again, love." Hermione pushed her sweaty hair back from her forehead. "Why I'm learneth swordplay?"
Godric grinned at her. "Thou canst not duel a muggle with thy wand, canst thou? Thou needeth to knowest how to duel with thy sword."
The animagus sighed, but brought her sword up.
"On guard!" Gryffindor shouted, before he lunged.
Hermione was barely able to block the strike and wasn't able to return it. She wasn't always as successful, Godric got quite a few good hits in.
After a fairly good hit to her shin, Hermione held her hand up. "Okay, that ist enough for today."
Godric could only grin nervously as his wife gingerly limped up to the castle.
As she entered the quarters she shared with her family, Hermione grumbled. "I'm going to taketh a long soak in thee tub."
Helena glanced up from the couch, where she was entertaining Diana. "Wast thy training with Godric successful?"
The animagus muttered darkly under her breath.
"I apologize, màthair." Helena grinned. "Whast did thou sayeth?"
Turning around, Hermione shot a glare at the younger witch. "I ist covered in bruises. I dare sayeth that I wisheth never to seeth a wooden sword again."
"Mama!" Diana smiled at the sound of her mother's voice and lifted her arm up.
"Come here, little one." Hermione bent down and lifted the baby off of Helena's lap. "I thankest thou for watching her."
The younger witch shrugged and offered her finger to Diana, who grasped it in her chubby fist. "I likest watching her."
The animagus ruffled Helena's hair and sighed. "I ist going to be so sore in the morn."
The next month flew by and Hermione picked up sword fighting rather quickly. However, she wasn't anywhere near as proficient as Godric, but she could finally hold her own.
Hermione awoke to kisses peppering her bare shoulder. "Hmmm." She rolled over onto her back and smiled up at her lover.
"Good morning, love." Godric smiled softly and gently ran a finger down her cheek until it rested upon her lips. "Dost thou knowest what day it ist?"
"Saturday and Helena beggest to watch Diana." The animagus stretched languidly.
Godric trailed his hand down the valley of her breasts, only to stop and splay his hand on her diaphragm, spanning two of the scars. Leaning down to her ear, he huskily whispered. "It ist thy birthday."
"And?" Hermione rose up and claimed his lips. Running her tongue over Godric's lower lip, begging for entrance. As soon as his lips parted, Hermione darted he tongue in and slowly drug it across his.
Shuddering, Godric pulled away. "Wait, my love."
Growling, Hermione rolled him over onto his back. Resting her knees on either side of his torso and pinning his arms above his head, the animagus looked down at her lover. "What if I don't want to wait?"
"There art presents and guests in our quarters." Godric carefully stated. When Hermione slipped back into her mother dialect, he knew to be careful.
Dropping her head onto his shoulder, she sighed. "Fine! At least alloweth me to get dressed."
"Thou canst not goeth and wander our quarters nude, it doth not be proper."
Shaking her head, Hermione snorted.
Reclining, Godric watched his wife slip out of bed and sashay over to the armoire.
Looking over her shoulder, the animagus smirked. "Thou needest to get thy clothes on as well."
"Why wouldst I?" Godric smiled. "When I havest the most beautiful thing I havest ever laid mine eyes upon, standing in front of me."
Smiling shyly, Hermione blushed. "Thou needest to get dressed anyway."
Chuckling Gryffindor finally got out of bed. As he walked passed his, still very naked, wife; he slapped her on the bottom.
Hermione squealed. "Hey, saveth that for later."
Godric smiled. "As mine lady wisheth."
A smile crept across the animagus' features.
"Thou hast given me all wonderful gifts." Hermione smiled at her friends who had invaded her quarters for her birthday.
"Thou hast yet to openeth Godric's gift!" Helena exclaimed as she bounced Diana on her lap.
Hermione chuckled. "Thou art correct. What wouldst I do without thou, Helena?"
The younger witch cocked her head to the side. "I dost not knoweth."
Diana, wanting attention, patted Helena cheek. The young witch proceeded to blow raspberries on her tummy.
"Love." Godric passed Hermione a long strip of cloth.
"What ist it?"
"Open it." Godric pressed.
Hermione carefully unwrapped the cloth, her eyes widened once she saw what the cloth had hidden.
"That ist a goblin made sword, thy name ist inscribeth on thee blade." Gryffindor smiled at his, still gaping, wife. "It ist shorter than thee one they crafted for me." When Hermione still didn't respond, Godric frowned. "Doth thou not like it?"
Hermione finally snapped out of her stupor. "I lovest it! Thou sword canst be…"
Helga quickly clamped her hand over the younger witch's mouth. "If thou sayeth something about thee future, I requesteth that thou refrain."
Biting her lip, the animagus grinned.
On All Hallows Eve, Hermione had chosen to stay in the Castle and watch over the underage witches and wizards, rather than partake in the ritual.
"Màthair, why dost thou not partaketh in thee celebration?" Helena asked.
Hermione noted that she had Diana perched on her hip. "I preferest not to dacne around a fire naked with mine students."
Helena, couldn't help it, she giggled.
"But whast are thou doing watching Diana?" Hermione cocked her head. "Shouldst thou not be celebrating with thine friends?"
The younger Ravenclaw shrugged. "Thee other students prefereth that I dost not speneth time with them?
"What?!" The animagus exclaimed.
"They sayeth that since I ist Lady Ravenclaw's child, they art fearful that I wouldst report their doings to mine mother." Helena shrugged.
"Wouldst thou likest me to goeth talk with them?" Hermione cocked her head. "It ist good to havest friends thine own age."
Helena shook her head. "I wouldst prefer if thou didst not speak of this to anyone. Canst I stay with thou tonight?"
"Of course thou canst. Come on, mo beag Raven." Hermione chuckled, as she lent down and picked her daughter up. "Hey there Diana, thou liketh spending time with thy deirfiúr mhór?"
Diana giggled and gathered a handful of her mother's curls in her fist. Helena just grinned.
"Mine Lady Hermione." Godric grinned at his wife.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Canst I helpeth thou?"
"Mine old friend, Merlin, hast cometh to visit us." Gryffindor could only chuckled as his wife choked on her own spit.
"Wait, wait, wait; Morgana's elder brother?" Hermione asked.
"Yes," Godric smiled. "He wouldst like to meeteth thou."
"Let me guess, he ist standing outside."
Godric looked abashed. "He ist."
Hermione smirked.
"I shall bringeth him in." Godric mumbled, before he shuffled out of the room.
The animagus chuckled as he husband was teased by his friend.
"Lady Hermione, mine name ist Merlin Fae." Merlin smiled as he took her hand and kissed it.
Hermione smiled and inclined her head. "Ist mine pleasure to meet thou."
"Godric hast told me that thy wand wast stolen from thee and thee wand thou art using thou tooketh from thy captor." Merlin stated. "Canst I see thee wand that thou art using?"
Warily, Hermione handed Bellatrix's wand over to him.
"Hmmm." Merlin ran his hand up and down the wand, before giving it a flick – shattering a window. "Thee wand ist extremely temperamental."
"Tellest my about it." Hermione grumbled. "It tooketh me forever to gain control over thee damn thing."
Merlin frowned at her vulgar language. "If thou wouldst likest, I couldst maketh thou thy own wand."
"I wouldst liketh that very much." Hermione was glad that she was finally going to have a wand that didn't fight with her.
"Witherto, it willst taketh some time before I can complete it." Merlin scratched his chin. "Thou needest a special wand. I willest craft it specifically for thou."
A huge smile split the animagus face. "Thank you."
"If thou art thanking… oh!" Helena stopped short. "Lord Fae, I ist…"
"It ist alright, Raven." Hermione smiled. "Dost thou needeth anything?"
The younger witch scratched the back of her head. "Couldst thou helpeth me with mine potions essay?"
"Of course. Godric, Diana ist napping. When she waketh up please bringeth her to me, I shall need to feed her." Hermione smiled at her husband as she made her way over to the couch. Once there, Helena curled up next to her.
"Dost thy wife knoweth whose child that ist?" Merlin asked.
"She doth." Godric nodded.
Merlin frowned. "Thy wife needeth wand with much power. It willest take me a long time, I thinketh, to make it."
"Perhaps thou couldst make it out of vine wood?" Hermione looked up.
"Vine wood… I… yes I thinkest that wouldst be best." Merlin bowed. "If thou wouldst excuse me."
Godric shook his head. "Thou shouldst not worry about him. He ist extremely eccentric."
Hermione smiled up at her husband, before turning her attention back to Helena.