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Chapter 5

It was still completely dark outside. Hermione looked at the clock, an hour and three glasses of Blishen's firewhiskey had passed since she abruptly woke up.

Hermione wasn't a big fan of alcohol and barely drank it, but lately these nightmares about the death of Bellatrix had become more frequently and firewhiskey was the only thing that could help her relax afterwards. Usually one glass of firewhiskey would be the remedy and she could go back to bed and continue her well-deserved sleep. But it wasn't working tonight, she couldn't just push back those images of Bellatrix' death. She could get rid of the feeling of Bella's lifeless body against her.

Hermione reached for the bottle of firewhiskey again and poured herself another glass. She sighed loudly, brought the glass to her lips and drank the golden liquid in one gulp. When the familiar burning sensation of the alcohol met her throat she started to think.

It had been five years since the war against Voldemort ended. Her lover at the time, Bellatrix Black, had saved her live twice that night. The first time she had saved it with her body and her own life, the second time she had saved her with her love. Exactly like how Lily had saved Harry when he was just a baby boy. But what Bellatrix didn't know that she had also saved their unborn child. Their unborn child that had been conceived during their sexual encounter a few hours prior to her death.

Life after the war hadn't been easy. Hermione was heartbroken after Bella's death and shortly after the war she became depressed.

People started talking behind her back, judging her for her lack in taste of a partner. No one had known the real Bellatrix, the one that Hermione had fallen in love with, the one she was after her time in Azkaban. They only knew her from before she was locked up, they knew her as heartless killer and as the most loyal servant of Voldemort.

Her friends were shocked and angry when they learned about the relationship Hermione secretly had with Bellatrix. Harry and Ron felt betrayed for being left out in such an important part of her life. But despite their anger they tried to support her as best as they could. They supported her when she was grieving, during her pregnancy and also after.

It had been almost three months after Bellatrix' death that Hermione had found out that she was pregnant. She was shocked to say the least. At first her depression became worse. She was afraid, she didn't know how to take care of a baby. And not knowing something always freaked her out, this time was no exception. She was only seventeen years old, she didn't finish her education yet and she hadn't have that much money.

Her parents had enough money thou and she was sure that they would help her out if they knew they had a daughter. But they didn't know that because Hermione had obliviated her parent's minds and send them to Australia to make sure they were safe during the war. The war had ended, but a lot of death eaters had escaped and that meant that her parents were still a target. So she had decided that it would be better if they continued their lives as Wendell and Monica Wilkins a little longer.

So without the knowledge and money to take care of a child, Hermione seriously considered giving her daughter up for adoption. But no matter how many times she kept telling herself that it was a good and logical idea, she just couldn't do it. She couldn't give her daughter, the last reminder of Bellatrix, up for adoption.

Assistance had come from the boy with the golden heart, Harry had offered her two rooms in Grimmauld place. This way she didn't need to worry about a roof above her head and Harry wouldn't live in such a huge house by himself.

Hermione's pregnancy had been without major complications, and after nine months she had brought a healthy little girl with dark hair into this world. A little girl with the name Isabella Narisha Granger.

Hermione had wanted to give her daughter Bella's last name, but she found out that it was impossible. Hermione had found out that it was quite hard to give a child, who was born with a pureblood- and a muggleborn parent, the last name of the pureblood parent. She learned that the pureblood parent needs to give permission, along with three different family members and the minister of magic himself, before their spouse or child could use their family name. This way pureblood families had the opportunity to keep their family name as pure as they wanted.

A few weeks after Isabella was born the ministry of magic had awarded the golden trio with a large amount of money for everything they did during the war. Hermione had used her money to buy a new house for her and her daughter to live in. They still lived in the house she had bought four years ago.

Hermione quickly looked at the clock, it was almost 6:00 a.m. That meant that it was almost time to start the day. She had another hour before she needed to wake Isabella and to get her ready for the day. Hermione decided that a long and relaxing shower would be a great way to start the day. So she put the everything away and walked up the stairs to the bathroom.