Author's Note: So. I wasn't planning on posting this chapter this soon but I thought I'd give it to you now so you can think over the new hints and come up with some good new guesses. I must also warn you that I have no clue when the next chapter is going to be up. I do know that it will be very long and go through the end of their first year though. Hopefully that'll make up for the wait. If any of you lovely readers of mine would like the next chapter sooner and has read Jane Eyre, you are welcome to help me with my summer homework so that I can get back to writing as soon as possible.
Chapter 11 – Hestia
Thoughts of a Mother
Hestia sighed as she watched the train pull out of the station. She would never get used to the sight of her babies going away without her. It wasn't that she hadn't had to go places without them before. Her cousin, Gwenog, was always willing to babysit when Hestia had to travel for her job at The Daily Prophet. But she always disliked her children being off by themselves.
And now there were off at Hogwarts, where some of her happiest memories had been. And some of her worst. She had never returned to the castle after the memorial for the battle. She couldn't be in the castle without seeing her dead friends lying there, never to smile again.
At least he hadn't died there. At least she hadn't had to see it. See him. She didn't think she would have been able to handle that. And then to find out a month later that she was pregnant. In the middle of a war.
She had been lucky that things turned out as well as they did. Except now they were curious about their father. She had known the day would come. The day when she could no longer put them off and postpone talking about the past. She had just hoped that day would be later. She wanted them to be older. More able to cope with the reality of who he was.
If only they didn't look so much like their father…
Author's Note: Super short but please review! Guesses welcome!