Before anyone knew it 3 months had flown past, and Hermione had loved every second of it. Tara and Remus were becoming very close friends, so much so that if Hermione couldn't find them, she instantly checked the basement library. Remus' first full moon in Bon Temps had gone over easily, Hermione and Sam joining him in their tiger forms, roaming the Louisianan town, and Teddy spending the night sleeping in Tara's bed.

Teddy was a barrel of laughs and joy, sending a full nappy at Jason after he tickled him too long while changing him. When Bill had come around the first time, the infant instantly had him wrapped around his fingers along with everyone else. That night had been interesting; Remus and Bill had sat down on the front porch for an hour talking before walking in like they were old friends, confusing the hell out of everyone else.

Hermione still did her shifts at Merlotte's and at Fangtasia, getting much closer to Eric and Pam, both seeing her as a sister/daughter. The buxom blonde was going to take her shopping for hot maternity clothes in a few weeks. Sam had been one of the first to put his name in for decorating the second nursery, on the second floor with a connecting door to Hermione's room, when the sex of the baby was known.

And as for the baby, at 4 months pregnant Hermione's bump was definitely noticeable on her tall thin frame, but she wore it proudly and cheekily at times. At Merlotte's, with the short shirt that she wore, the witch had begun wrapping a large bow around her expanding abdomen, the ribbon in the front. It had been Andy who first noticed and got the reason right, which had earned him a large kiss on his balding head and a free coke, which he drank with a dark blush on his face.

Today Hermione was in Fangtasia, it had turned dark just minutes before, and she had just arrived with Bill, popping him over to save having to wait. Pam and Eric had eagerly closed the bar for a few hours after sunset so that everyone who mattered to Hermione would be present to find out the sex of the baby.

"Alright Mia, up we go," Remus gently lift his daughter onto the clean bar top, laying her flat.

"God that's cold," the teen shuddered lightly as everyone else laughed.

Drawing his wand easily, as not to startle the girl, the werewolf circled Hermione's bump and said the correct spell. A mix of pink and blue beams hit Hermione, and then a projected sphere appeared above her. Inside were two easily noticeable foetuses, one with a pink tinge, and the other with a blue one.

"Congratulations my girl, one of each," Remus gently hugged the teen, whispering into her ear, "Harry would be so happy."

Clutching onto the man tightly, Hermione allowed a few tears escape before wiping her face, "Thanks Moony."

As soon as Remus had stepped aside, everyone else came forward to hug and congratulate her, first being her Gran, who had physically shoved Pam to the side to get at her youngest grandchild. As he was last, Eric assisted her to the floor, embracing her and motioning with his head, "We need to talk."

Hermione nodded and said to her cousin, *Sook, tell everyone they can head on home, I'll be working here tonight. Talk later.*

Just as she walked into the office, the witch could see Sookie rounding everyone up to take home. Eric settled on one end of the couch, Hermione on the other, "I have gotten word from Godric's underlings that they believe him to have been taken by the Fellowship of the Sun, have you heard of them?"

"Bunch of fucking morons who think that God believes vampires to be devil spawn and should be destroyed? Yeah, I've heard of them."

"That is them. There is some debate on how to handle this information. Stan, the junior underling, thinks that we should gather all the vampires and murder every human we come across in the church. Isabel, the senior underling, has a simpler plan, she wants to allow her human to go undercover and try to find if Godric is there. I don't trust Hugo as far as he can throw me, so have suggested an alternative option," Eric grinned widely, "You."

Hermione shook her head in humour, "You want me to infiltrate a church? Simple."

Wagging his finger, the blonde said, "There is the problem that they don't know or trust you, so you have to go in with Hugo."

"Great," the teen said sarcastically, "So where are we off to?"

"Dallas, Texas; Godric's home."

Calculating the time in her head, the witch sighed, "We're going to fly right?"

"Of course"

"Think of Godric's home in its entirety, don't spare any details," Hermione then went into the outer portions of her employer's mind, picking up the pictures of the house they were going to go to, "Right, get Pam and whoever else in here, I'm not flying for any bloody vampire."

Eric had seen Hermione apparate before but had never been side-alonged before, so eagerly went to get Pam and Chow, the newest bartender and co-owner, "Chow, Pam, Hermione and I will be away for a few days. Man the club."

"Of course," the vampire bowed before returning to the club.

"Ooh, how are we getting to Dallas?" Pam was overjoyed; Dallas had a large array of shops that were open during the night, unlike Shreveport.

Hermione stood, wand in hand, looking very threatening, "I'm popping us over, Eric first. But I should make a phone call before we leave."

"Go ahead"

Removing her mobile, the witch pressed speed dial 1 for Remus, who picked up quickly, "Mia, what's wrong?"

"Nothing Moony, I'm just calling to tell you that I won't be home for a while, there's some business that needs to be taken care of in Dallas and it could take a few days."

"Alright, do you want me to tell the others?"

Hermione sighed in relief, "Yes please. I'll call every day if I can and tell everyone not to worry, I can take care of myself."

The werewolf gave a barking laugh, "Don't I know it. Alright Mia, I love you and stay safe."

"Love you too. Bye," hanging up and turning, Hermione grinned, "Come on Eric."

The blonde walked into Hermione's hold, wrapping his own around her lightly, but they tightened quickly when the sensation of being squeezed through a tube came over him. A second after leaving, his feet were firmly placed on the ground once more but he didn't open his eyes or let go of the teen until two new laughs sounded, "Eric, you look about ready to piss yourself."

"Not funny Stan, and must I remind you that I am your elder?" The Swedish vampire growled, stepping away from Hermione.

"Be right back," the witch said with a laugh before vanishing. She arrived not 3 seconds later with Pam in the same state, "Come on Pam, it's not that bloody bad."

The blonde gave a hiss, "Never again Hermione, I'll fucking fly from now on."

"Right," the brunette then turned to face the two new faces, "Hi, I'm Hermione Potter, and you are Isabel and Stan correct? A pleasure to meet you both."

"Such a polite human you have Eric," Stan stated while kissing the back of Hermione's hand.

Isabel pushed the Texan to the side, "She is not just a human Stan, she is a witch. Being English, you were trained at Hogwarts?"

Hermione was stunned at the Spanish vampire's question, "Yes, I went for 6 years, my 7th was interrupted. How do you know about Hogwarts?"

"Ahh when one has been around as long as I have, and in the region I was, you hear many thing. My French lover and maker, he was a wizard who had attended Beauxbatons. He would tell me all about how badly he conquered Hogwarts and Durmstrang in the first TriWizard Tournament," Isabel explained.

That made the witch break out in laughter, holding her stomach as she did so, "I'm sorry, was your maker's name Julien de Machaut?"

"Si, you have heard of him?"

"Oh yes, my husband also won the TriWizard Tournament when he was 14, and as we wanted to know more about it, we researched about the previous tournaments and competitors. I'm sorry to tell you that the only reason Julien won was that his other competitors were killed by the Manticore they were going up against. He damn near died also."

Isabel looked into the witch's eyes and saw that she was telling the truth, standing viciously, "How dare he lie to me like that. Julien is lucky that he died, or I would have destroyed him myself."

"Isabel, this is not the time to be concerned about the past," Eric said firmly, "Where is your human?"

Stamping down her anger, the vampire called out, "Hugo!"

The sound of a person running was easily recognisable, and soon a 5 foot 6 man entered the room, his face flushed from the run. Hermione took a quick look at him, noting that he was about 30, had a fair amount of baby fat still, thinning brown hair and black eyes. Personally she had no idea how he could be attractive, but seeing the way Isabel looked at him, the witch knew that she loved him in some sense.

"Yes Isabel?"

"This is Hermione Potter, and you already knew Eric and Pam. You will be accompanying Hermione into the Fellowship of the Sun tomorrow."

Hermione used shaking the Muggles hand as a chance to search through his mind, but soon pulled out at the headache his badly mangled brain was in. Apparently Isabel, or some other vampire and/or wizard, had used numerous Glamours and/or Memory Charms on him during his life, "So how do we work this?"

"You will go in as fiancés…" Stan began only to be stopped by Hermione standing.

"They're all about no sex before marriage yada yada?" Pulling her shirt tightly across her body, she showed her previously hidden bump, "We'd best be married already, at least 4 months."

The three Texan residents all looked curiously at Eric, who laughed once, "Hermione's only been in the States for 3 months, not 4. And I'm a vampire remember."

Wanting to put them at ease, Hermione explained, "My husband died hours after me falling pregnant. Long story but can we please start again?"

"That changes things then. You'll be newlyweds looking for a new church to bring your child up in, have a look around, and try to find Godric," Stan said simply, "Easy really."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Yeah real fucking easy."

Pam calmly helped the witch up, able to tell she was getting ready to drift off, "Hugo, be at the Hotel Carmilla tomorrow morning at 8am. Hermione will be waiting for you down in the lobby."

"Of course"

The last thing Hermione remembered was falling asleep in Pam's arms, then a glimpse of the blonde tucking her into a large soft bed.