Feeling nauseous for the third time that day, Hermione frowned. She wasn't sick, she had cast a diagnostic spell on herself and it came back negative.
"I thinkest thou art with child again." Helga smiled, she had seen a change in her aurar and knew she was.
Hermione's eyes widened. While she loved Diana, being pregnant hadn't been fun for her.
"Oh, comest now, màthair." Helena grinned cheekily, from the floor where she was playing with Diana. "Dost thou not wisheth for another child?"
"I doth want more children, ist ist just that…" Hermione paused, searching for word. "I couldst do without being pregnant."
Shaking her head, Helga chuckled.
"What ist so amusing." The animagus asked.
Still laughing, Hufflepuff smiled. "Thou wisheth for more children; hitherto, thou doth not wisheth to go through the process of having a child."
Lady Gryffindor smacked her on the arm. "Thou hast not been with child. I feeleth as a bloated whale."
"A bloated…" Helena started, only to burst into infectious laughter. Helga was quick to join in.
Hermione pretended to look perturbed at being laughed at.
"It ist okay, Màthair." Diana assured her mother, as she climbed onto her lap. "Dost not be mad."
"I'm not mad." Hermione giggled. "I'm givest thou deirfiúr mhór and Aintín Helga a hard time."
Diana nodded with all the seriousness of a four year old.
"Thou needest to telleth Godric." Helga smiled, she had finally gotten her laughing under control. Helena was still giggling uncontrollably.
"I willest." Hermione nodded, before mock glaring at her older daughter. "Helena, it was not that funny!"
"Yes it wast!" The younger witch giggled, causing her màthair to shake her head at her.
Later that evening, as they were getting ready for bed, Hermione turned to her husband. "Love, I needeth to telleth thou something."
"Yes?" Godric raised an eyebrow.
"I ist with child." Hermione paused. "Helga confirmeth it."
Godric open and closed his mouth a few times, doing an excellent impression of a fish. Finally snapping out of his stupor, he gathered his wife in his arms and spun her around. "That ist wonderful!"
Hermione couldn't help but giggle.
"Art we having another girl?" Godric excitedly asked.
The animagus smiled. "No, I ist only a few weeks pregnant. We shall findeth out later."
Looking very much like an excitable puppy, Gryffindor nodded. "That soundeth right. We havest another baby!"
Hermione could only smile at his enthusiasm.
"Dost Helena and Diana knowest." Godric suddenly stated. He was afraid of how Helena reacted the last time his wife was pregnant.
"Yes, they wast there when Helga toldeth me." Hermione shrugged. She wasn't worried; she knew that Helena was excited she was having another little sister and Diana would follow her lead.
Since Hermione had carried Diana in front of her during her pregnancy, she expected to carry her second child in front of her as well and she did. At only three months pregnant, she was already showing a little bit.
Helena hesitantly stuck her hand out, only to quickly withdraw it back to her chest.
"It ist alright." Hermione chuckled. "Thou canst touch mine stomach."
"Thou art grading essays." The younger witch hesitantly stated.
"If thou getest in mine way, I'll just moveth thou." The animagus grinned, ears flicking as she heard Diana arguing with her father. She wanted to share a room with the baby. Godric said they needed their own rooms.
Laying her hand gently on her màthair's stomach, Helena shook her head. "Howest long haveth they been quarreling?"
"Since this morning." Hermione groaned. "I'm tempteth to goeth and telleth them that if it ist a boy, he shall receiveth his own room. Hitherto, if we haveth a girl, she canst shareth Diana's room."
"Why doth thou not goest now?" The younger witch cocked her head.
"Honestly, they art haveth fun." Hermione shrugged. "Godric ist winding her up on purpose."
"He ist not serious?"
Hermione shook her head. "He wanteth the baby to haveth its own room; hitherto, I thinkest that he wil acquiesces to Diana's wishes."
Helena shook her head, why Godric would argue with his four year old daughter, she would never understand.
By the time Hermione was six months pregnant, she and Godric were arguing over baby girl's names. Helena liked to throw her own, outrageous, names; just to watch Hermione and Godric passionately argue. Although, when the fighting turned to kissing, the young witch was quick to make herself known.
One Saturday morning, Hermione walked into the sitting room with a sleepy Diana on her hip. She saw Helena snuggled up against Godric, eyes still closed. Gryffindor had an arm wrapped, protectively, around the young witch.
"Looketh who just woke up." Godric smiled, seeing Diana rub her eyes with her tiny hands.
Shifting her daughter's weight more comfortably on her hip, Hermione couldn't help but smile at her husband and older 'daughter'.
Helena grumble. "Yeah, I ist awake."
Gryffindor threw back his head and chuckled. "Thou shouldst not havest stayed up to thee early hours of thee morning, reading."
The young witch growled at him.
"Thou art a fierce witch." Godric teased.
"Love, cease thy teasing." The animagus smiled, before suddenly frowning and sniffing the air. "Dost thou smelleth that?"
"Smelleth what?" Godric asked, sitting up strait.
"I knowest not." Hermione grasped Diana tighter to her chest.
"Màthair." Diana wiggled to get down.
"Not now, baby." The animagus only tightened her grip. "Màthair willest put thou down in a minute."
As Helena moved to get up, Godric put his arm in front of her. "Stayest behind me."
"Màthair!" Helena shrieked and lunged toward Hermione, only to be stopped by Godric.
Frowning, Hermione reached a hand out; only to watch in horror as it disappeared right before her eyes. Frantically glancing at her slowly disappearing body, Hermione looked at up just in time to see her husband and daughter one last time, before her body evaporated like water vapor.
Godric grasped the sobbing sixteen year old around the waist as she cried out for Hermione. Gryffindor felt like he had failed his family, he vowed not to fail Helena.