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Warning: It's a short chapter, just 500 words! :D

(Edit) Warning: This was supposed to shorter. Like 500 words shorter. Stupid editing… I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THOUGH! :3

Small, Fragile, and Precious

Nana doesn't quite know when she first felt it – the small, almost unnoticeable presence in her home. It had started sometime after Reborn-chan (lethal little baby that he is) had arrived, she knows that much.

She thinks that she started to feel it shortly after Iemitsu had returned to Japan to explain his part in the mafia (read: beg for forgiveness). The presence is something small and fragile, hiding, and uncertain to its place in the world. When Nana noticed it, she had thought it a fly or some other small insect that had just been born, and she had felt a small bit of pity towards it all of the times she had felt it falter and almost give up. There was something beautiful about how it kept fighting, though, and Nana is reminded of...

She doesn't know what she is reminded, but she started to develop a soft spot for it (weird even for her, considering that she didn't know what kind of animal it was). The fondness was such a gradual thing that Nana was surprised at herself when she first felt fearful when the animal's (because what else could it be?) presence almost died.

Whatever it reminded her of must have happened fairly recently – sometime during the last one hundred years – for her to have such a strong reaction towards it.

As the weeks that passed (filled with explosive games, Tsu-kun's almost-constant shrieking and Reborn-chan's sometimes-manic giggling) the presence kept growing stronger and stronger, and Nana was beyond relieved when it stopped being on the brink of death during the end of each day. Nana had been sending out small waves of her magic, trying to find the small animal – she wanted to take care of it, even if it was an insect – but had had no luck in locating it, whatever it was.

She had been feeling the small presence for almost two months, and Nana still hadn't given it a name – or even a nickname. An instinct, or maybe it was an old memory, kept her from naming it.

It was as though it already had a name, and Nana just needed to remember it.

It happened when Nana was cooking dinner. The small presence, still weak but no longer almost-dead, sent out a subtle prod of – that was magic! Nana had felt and seen many kinds of energy, but during all of her time of universe- and dimension hopping (and there were many worlds that had people who were able to use some kind of magic) she had never felt the exact same power as that of her home world.

Was that why she could feel the presence so clearly (despite it not being anywhere in Namimori); because it was magical? Nana remembered that she had read – somewhere, long ago – that there were some wizards that had such a strong bond with their familiars that they could feel them on the other side of the planet.

But… no, this magical signature didn't feel as though it came from an animal, magical or otherwise, but from a human; a witch or a wizard. So, did that mean that someone from her original world had found her notes on Skipping (creative name, right? Nana was quite proud of it) and had, somehow, found themselves in this world?

That didn't make any sense, however; the presence felt like Tsu-kun had felt while she had been pregnant with him.

...

Wait… what?

Nana regarded the pregnancy test with a look of shocked joy. She had had her suspicions, but hadn't really dared to hope. She loved her son – who couldn't love Tsu-kun? –, but he had been born without magic. Not a squib, but as a completely non-magical boy. A muggle. Nana didn't know how that was possible – a witch giving birth to a muggle and not a squib –, but she assumed that it had something to do with the heat he gave of (quite a lot people gave of heat, actually. Tsu-kun's heat was different in that it soothed even her bruised soul).

Iemitsu had called the heat "flames", hadn't he? Nana got the impression that they were supposed to be said (thought, written… whatever) with a capital letter – "Flames", kind of like how magic was "Magic" to some people...

The child she was now carrying was hers, more so than even Tsu-kun was. Nana suspected that her son had always been destined for the Vongola, just as she had been destined to end Voldemort in her youth. And wasn't that a depressing thought? Being destined for the mafia.

Nana carried on as usual without telling her husband or son that there would soon be another member of their family. There was something that nagged at her, and she wanted to figure out what it was before she told anyone of the baby. What was it that was so familiar about the child's magic?

The answer to her question came in her sleep. When she woke up, excited, she could only remember one thing about the dream, no; memory that she had just relived. A name. Then baby's name.

Hermione Jean Granger.

She was going to give birth to the woman that was - had been as good as her sister.

Tsu-kun reacted better than Nana had thought he would. There had only been one shriek (and it had been more "Hiiiee?" than "HIIIIEEE!", so she counted that as a win.) and then her son had been all excitement and smiles at the thought of being an older brother. Well, he had grown rather pale after a while (this was probably when he realized that two people were necessary for a baby too grow), but the disgusted expression on his face had quickly given way for anger. (Had Iemitsu said hello to Tsu-kun before he left? Nana couldn't quite remember…)

The morning sickness was something she could have done without, however.

Nana told Iemitsu last. Now, this wasn't so that she could get some sort of twisted revenge; she had simply forgotten. Yup, that's it; she had forgotten to tell him. For five months. Yeah... (inocent smile)

Iemitsu took it about as well as he had taken the news of her previous pregnancy; with a dead faint. He tried to explain it away (he had apparently forgotten to eat for three months, taken a trip to a nearby solar system in order to befriend a colony of space-ducks, and built a wall to separate the hummingbrids and swans that lived in that one active volcano. All of this combined had been the reason he had fallen unconscious. Fallen unconscious, he had not fainted.), but Nana knew her husband.

Iemitsu was a sissy when it came to anything that involved his wife, and the fact that she was several months pregnant had left him in a sense of panic. Who was doing the grocery shopping? The cooking? (He had heard of Binachi, and poison was really bad for the baby!) Who was massaging her feet and feeding her strawberries?

Fnhsd!

Tell me what you think, please!

Soooooooooooo, how many of you guessed that that was going to happen when you read the title, huh?! I have had this planned since I decided that this tLoSN was going to be more than a one shot. Remember the, like, last sentence of the first chapter? Yeah, that's when it happened… :3

Whoop, I didn't have to do any dialogue in this chapter! :D You guys might prefer that, though… I dunno; do you like it better when I include some actual talking, or do you like this sort of thing better? Tell me :3 (That is an order, for your information.)

On a more serious note: Happy birthday to me! I'm going to go and eat some cake (CAKE! ;P) now, bye~