Sorry it's been so long; school can be pretty annoying. However, I am almost out, and I will try very hard to complete this story and update more often. Okay, so I edited this chapter and added a little more at the end; it was really short.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Ch. 6

I was in the guest room singing to my children softly, when I heard a knock on the door. Before I could answer, the door burst open. "HERMIONE!" Ron screeched. I almost died. "RON!" I screamed. He engulfed me in a hug and I cried into him, tears of joy flooding from my eyes. He kissed me. Passionately. And I kissed him back. I sighed contently and opened my eyes. I screamed. I was looking into the red eyes of Voldemort. He smiled evilly.

"You will never be rid of me Hermione," he said holding me to him.

"NO!" I screamed. "GO AWAY!" He laughed maniacally and suddenly my daughter was dead on the ground. "LEILANI!" I screamed. I turned around a second later and Zosimos too was dead. I screamed and screamed but no one helped me. Voldemort pulled me to him and kissed me. I was sobbing as he held me too tight.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You will never be rid of me."

I awoke in a cold sweat screaming my heart out. Sandy was by my side in an instant and I was crying very hard. I got up and quickly made my way to my children. Thank goodness, they were still alive! I exhaled but I was still shaking uncontrollably. Sandy pushed me back in bed and I cried myself back to sleep as she calmed me.

I had dreams like those often for the next three years. He haunted me. I felt like I was going to see him around the corner wherever I was or he was going to pop out behind me. Viktor said I was being paranoid. Maybe I was. I was scared for my children more so than myself. I didn't like to leave them and so I was almost always with them. Viktor was worried about me I could tell. He had Sandy keep an eye on me. During the years he tried to form our old school relationship but I told him I wasn't ready to love after my loss of Ron. Ron was the only man I ever truly loved. I could never love Viktor. My eyes had dark circles under them from lack of rest. The only things that kept me going were my babies.

But sometimes...here's the weird thing. I'd...see him in them; his traits, his mannerisms. I know it's hard to tell when they're young, but I just feel like he's them. I know he is half them. I'm the other half. But it scares me. I'm afraid they'll be like him. I want to squash all his traits out of them. I know that'll only happen if they stay away from their father. But will I ever truly be rid of him? I hope so.

Leilani and Zosimos are my joy. I don't want them to be my despair as well. Oh help me.

Protect them from their father.

Protect me.

It was one in the morning. I had woken up screaming again. It was the three year anniversary of when I had escaped him. I took deep breaths to calm myself. I couldn't go back to sleep; I'd dreamt of him again. I got out of bed and put a pair of slippers on. I left my room and headed down to the library.

I inhaled the scent of parchment and books and smiled. This was my escape. I could enter the realm of books and leave reality behind me. When I was reading, I wasn't married, I wasn't in hiding, and this world didn't exist. I began browsing the shelves for a good read.

"Hermione."

I froze where I was, my hand on a book. My throat was dry. It was an ominous whisper that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I turned slowly around, but no one was there. The room suddenly had a very eerie feel to it. It was silent. My logical side tried to kick in and tell me I was imagining things. I took a few deep breaths and then took a book and sat in a comfy armchair. I pulled my legs under me so I was sitting cross-legged. I began to read.

"Hermione."

I felt myself pale. My hands were shaky and sweaty. I looked up, but again no one was there. I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. I whipped my head around but no one was there. My heartbeat was incredibly fast and my breath was coming in short gasps. I felt frozen to the spot while longing to run from the room.

"Hermione."

I got up and ran, desperate to get away from that voice; from his voice. I tripped and fell and everything went black. The last thing I remembered was a voice, "You will never be rid of me."