A/N: THIS IS ALSO A SHORT EPILOGUE BUT I LIKE THE WAY I ENDED EVERYTHING I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS STORY AND THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO STUCK BY ME OVER THE COURSE OF THIS STORY! PLEASE READ AN REVIEW. ALSO SINCE THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER I FEEL I MUST HAVE:
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING IN THE HP WORLD. THAT ALL BELONGS TO JKR. I OWE HER MUCH. ONLY THE PLOT IS MINE!
Hermione Granger and Tom Riddle traveled the world for the next year and a half. They visited many great cities such as Rome, Paris, Cairo, Sydney, and New York. Finally they settled down in a small cottage just outside of Paris. Hermione became pregnant shortly after.
Seven months into her pregnancy, Hermione came home from the market one afternoon, shuffling along a smile on her face and groceries hanging in a basket from her left arm. She walked up the back steps and let herself into the kitchen. 'Strange. It's rather quiet.' She thought as she began to put away the food she had bought. After awhile she began to feel a bit uneasy. Tom always helped her put away the things she couldn't place on the top shelves. She turned and left the kitchen entering the small but cozy living room. "Tom!" She called opening the door to the library. Empty. "Tom. Are you home?" She called again starting for the stairs. No answer.
Hermione ascended the stairs and passed by the bathroom, which she instinctively knew, was empty. "Tom?" She said weekly a slight panic in her voice. Her face had become a deathly pale and she was trembling slightly. "Tom?" She stopped in front of the bedroom door and listened. Not a sound emitted from within. She drew her wand and turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open.
It creaked as it swung forward and she entered the room. It too was empty. She knew their bathroom would be empty also but went to check. As she emerged back into the main bedroom she noticed something that caused her to drop her wand and her jaw to fall open. Two black painted glass double doors were across from her where a window had been only that morning. "Those damn doors." She snarled and hurtled at them. As they had been most of her stay in Voldemort's lair the doors were locked.
Hermione slumped to the floor and as she started to cry she noticed something sticking out from under the bed. A Daily Prophet. She pulled it out and the date jumped out at her October 10th. The paper was from last week but what made her sick to her stomach was the headline which glared up at her in huge black print, "HEAD AUROR HARRY POTTER FEARS THAT THE FINALL BATTLE MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN THE END OF VOLDEMORT." Hermione quickly scanned the article. Harry had given a press conference the previous evening stating that things had begun happening all over Wizarding England that couldn't be explained. People were disappearing from their homes in the middle of the night, or had been tortured to death and left to be found. When asked by the press what made Harry think it was Voldemort Harry had looked solemnly at the crowd and said, "Because last night I found a friend of mine, chained to the wall of his home half dead. Above him was the Dark Mark… and beneath that were the words 'I'm back.'"
Hermione began sobbing uncontrollably. How could she have ever thought he would change? How could she have thought she meant something to him? That their child had meant something to him? If it meant anything at all it wasn't much and it wasn't enough to keep him there with her. She knew she would have to go back to Harry. He would be surprised that she hadn't died like so many thought. Firstly she would contact Severus Snape and arrange a trip back to England. Soon enough Hermione found she had no more tears to cry. She rubbed a hand over her swollen belly and felt the child within her kick as she descended the stairs to compose her letter and make dinner. "I still love you Tom Riddle." She said aloud. A wind came from nowhere and blew around her hair. "And I you Hermione Granger. But this is how it must truly end." As the voice stopped so did the wind. Hermione entered the Library a determined look on her face.
A/N: I would like to thank Heidi191976 for reminding me of something I didn't let everyone know. In this story I said Hermione was unable to have children and now she is 7 months I wrote this epioluge I was thinking of a sequal and in it explaining how this was possible I'm not sure if I will do so or right now I will allow you to think of your own reason, a powerful spell or potion made by Voldie maybe? Thanks again for reading!