Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No Money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I thank J.K. Rowling for allowing us young wanna be authors play in her beautiful park.
(AN: I know this chapter is short, but I really wanted to post something today, and I felt like I should end it were I did. The next few chapters are a bit longer. I hope you enjoy.)
After a handful of hours of sleep Hermione was up and got ready to leave. She packed all of her few belongings in her small beaded bag, except the invisibility cloak she had gotten from Harry, which she put on before she apperated. She felt a strong pull at her navel moments before appearing fifty feet in front of a small cottage. It was well hidden by a Fidulus charm that she herself had set up and become secret keeper for. Other than her and the occupants of the house no one still alive knew it was here. It was a gift she had set up for someone she knew, someone who saved her, and while they were not friends, they were not enemies either. Now that he was the only person that could help her, she was glad that he was safe.
She quickly and quietly walked to the door and knocked. When it opened she walked in and made and double checked who was there before pulling of the cloak. The room she was in was small, filled with manly necessities. A small kitchen was in the corner, a small couch and wizard radio was across from it, but the most interesting things where on the opposite wall. Two baby cribs, one pink, one blue, surrounded by toys, diapers, bottles, formula, and many other necessities for caring for a baby.
She walked towards the cribs slowly and peered in to see two babies, near the age of two. The boy in the blue crib, named Alexander, was fast asleep, his short blond hair messy, but the girl in the pink crib, named Isabelle, was wide awake, her big gray eyes staring up at Hermione excitedly. Reaching down in the crib to ruffle her long blond hair Hermione smiled, thinking that at least there was something so pure in a world full of darkness.
Hearing a small cough behind her she turned around and looked straight into his grey eyes. Eyes that for many years looked at her with disgust, and glared at her for living, eyes that now where filled with many years of sorrow, and fear.
Getting straight to business she said, "I need your help."
(Who can guess whose house it is? R&R! )