LLL- I'm going to cry.. I know you all hate me for taking a lifetime to update, but being a teenager in college is hard, so plleeaasssseee cut me some slack. And after i reread that last chappie, I almost killeed myself, it was horrible! i'm sorry to everyone. I'll make it up to everyone. I promise.

Dnaff- Don't give excuses.

LLL- Who are you and what are you doing here?

Dnaff- Oh, you forgot the disclaimer for the last two or three chapters. I'm just someone who reads this fanfic and I thought I'd assist with a reminder...

LLL- Ok? Thanks I guess...

Dnaff- She doesn't own harry potter... Never will... she can't... at all... in her life time...

LLL- We get it!

Dnaff- Enjoy

LLL- what she said -_-

*Hermione's POV*

I sit in the infirmary bed, holding my son. Victoria sits close by, smirking.

"What are you so happy about?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh nothing, but does this mean you're on my side?"

"I'm not..."

"Because if it weren't for me, he probably wouldn't have been born."

"I know, but something doesn't seem right." I look down at Dietrich and he stares at me with piercing red eyes. Somehow, he's still the most adorable thing in the world to me. " I feel like I'm looking at everything you're saying the wrong way. Like you have a hidden motive under what you are telling me. I killed Voldemort for you, but why couldn't you do it?"

"Everyone already knows who I am, but I want them to see your power. The power of Hermione Granger: Muggle born, The true pure blood of witches and wizards. I want people to know you."

"To fear me," I added with a whisper.

She gets up and glides closer to me. "Fear is what feeds Sirians, right?" I do nothing more than nod. "Then you shouldn't feel ashamed for anything."

"But we also need to feed off of souls, that means taking people's lives... I don't think I can do that."

"You already have. Multiple times… It should be as easy as breathing."

"You're wrong… Killing should never be easy."

"Well it was pretty easy when you did it." She puts my hand over her chest. "Do you feel that? It's a beating heart. Don't you understand? They call us demons, but we are just as much human as they are. Just much more powerful.

"And we have to eat them to get that power..." I mumble inconspicuously under my breath.

"What does it matter? You make it sound so harsh… Bugs eat plants. Plants and animals eat bugs. Animals eat each other, plants, and bugs. Humans eat plants and animals. So what's left to eat the humans?"

"Other animals?"

"Wrong. It's us. Humans have this twisted cycle that they are dominant, but they are forgetting a key component. The cycle doesn't stop until you reach the most powerful. They are too ignorant to know that you can't make a cycle without knowing where it ends and that's where we come in."

"So where is this all going?"

"Feeding off of a human soul is natural."

"You're crazy."

"Am I?" She grabs my arm and the mark she created burns intensely. I grunt in pain and Dietrich begins to cry.

"Stop it. What are you doing?"

"We are connected. Me, you, and this child. Can you imagine what life will be like for this child when he gets older if the world still sees us Sirians as evil people?"

"Well..."

"It will be hell. So we aren't doing anything wrong, only pushing for acceptance and respect. I promise, if you can stick next to me, we can accomplish that easily."

"Okay, I can feel our bond and I trust you one hundred percent… but what will Snape think?"

Her eyes furrow in despise."How dare you even consider his opinions? He couldn't even hold his own son. He called him a demon."

"He's just confused..."

"So you think he will soon come around." Snape walks into the room first making eye contact with Dietrich.

"I know he will," I whisper. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around me and the baby, then looks at Victoria.

"Leave." he demands.

"Make me." she sneers back.

"Don't test me, child."

"Child?" I almost forgot that Victoria has the fescue and persona of a 16 year old teenager. I guess the deadliness in her voice and eyes kind of over lapped that for some time. She huffs a small giggle. "You'll regret that soon." With that remark, she bends down and kisses the baby, then disapparates. He looks into my eyes and says nothing. After a whole minute I look out of the window.

"It's big..." he says.

I glance back at him. "What?"

"The baby is already really big. It's only been a day,"

"Yeah. He is big."

"How's he been? Anything out of the ordinary?"

"Other than him feeding off of souls and having red eyes he appears like any other child."

"Just growing three times the rate of a normal child." Snape added.

"Yeah that too..." I mumbled.

More silence overlaps us.

"I'm sorry," he chokes. I look at him, waiting for him to say more. I catch his eyes, the reason I fell in love with him. "You're smart… You know what's right and wrong, so I trust you one hundred percent."

"That makes me happy. Even though I'm smarter than most, I still have trouble making decisions sometimes. I'm not a super wizard."

He smiles at me. "You're right. You're much more than a super wizard. Much, much more..."

"So what are we going to do about Victoria?"

"You're on her side, so what do you think."

"I want to help her. She seems to try so hard to help."

"She's just trying to trick you."

"I know when someone is being sincere." I snap.

Dietrich yawns and I look down at him. He's so adorable… I then look at Snape, who is clearly displaying any kind of dislike he has. If my stomach weren't in so much pain I'd do some really bad things to him… Why not try and lighten the load. "He has your nose you know. No one has the same pointy nose as you."

"I can see it." He yawns again and closes his eyes. Just as I'm about to lay him down next to me, Harry and Ron walk in. The slowly make their way to the bed and I try to glue a smile onto my face. It's obvious they didn't but it because they pulled the same trick and I sure as hell didn't buy it.

"Hermione," Ron mumbles. "How ya holing up?"

"Well... I'm not dead." I joke,

He tries to laugh at this but fails. Harry comes to his rescue… Sort of.. "Hermione, I don't think this is a good idea."

"And by this you mean...?"

"The child, Snape, Victoria, deatheaters… Any of it. I could make a dictionary."

"What do you know about all of this?" I lower by eyebrows.

"Maybe not much but you know a lot more, which why I'm surprised you see nothing wrong with this."

"I know what I'm doing." I mumble, holding Dietrich closer to me.

"Okay then… What about classes? What about Hogwarts. Are you going to stop 'just like that'?"

I turn away.

"I don't know yet..." I admit.

"No," Snape jumps in. "She's going to continue her education at Hogwarts."

"How do you expect her to do that?" Harry questioned.

"I'll figure it out, but this child is my fault."

"Gross." Ron grunts

Snape shoots a nasty glare at him. Ron simply shrugs his shoulders,"Alright Harry, let's go." Ron walks out. Harry follows behind looking back with a face that reads 'see you soon and good luck.'

When they are gone, I lie my head down thankfully. Looking at Dietrich, I can only imagine how much I will enjoy raising him.

"I'm tired." I softly say.

"Then you should get some rest. You start school again in a week." Snape advised.

He kisses me on my head and I close my eyes, falling into a deep slumber.

* 2 and a half weeks later.*

*Snape's POV*

I look over my class as they read chapter's 72-85. Everything is normal, which is what I hoped for... and then there's the baby. No students have found out about him, of course, but everyone still knows about Hermione and I. Thanks to Minevra, I've been able to keep a keen eye over the brat without any unnecessary interruptions. Where I'm great in potions, she's great with the rest of the magic. I never thought something could annoy me more than the children sitting in front of me. But I, once again, stand corrected.

A small orb on my desk began to blink red and that's when I know that the baby is awake and angry. With a grunt, I walk back into my sleeping quarter. Since everyone is working, the students could care less if I leave. They actually want me to.

Dietrich sits on my bed with tears streaming down his face. He stares at me with pure hate through those piercing red eyes. This child hasn't liked me since it was born.

"Well, what do you want?" I ask, agitated.

He begins to sniffle. This is not what I signed up for. It grows twice the rate of a normal human, but still can't speak. The ends of his silver hair begins to turn black and whips around in a smoke form, somewhat like Victoria's. The kid almost killed me one day because it was hungry. Not for food… but for souls. So this time I knew what that meant and went in my drawer for a small bag.

Trelawney found a way to make imitation souls. She takes the blood, tears and ashes of other people and uses some sort of spell to bind them. I'm unfamiliar with this type of magic, but at least it works. I give him the bag and his teeth grow out as he absorbs them. I can't bear this much longer. If it were up to me I'd have killed the thing straight out of the womb... but I guess I'll have to settle for an alternate.

*5 hours later*

Hermione hugs him and kisses him on my bed. Somehow, the kid who can't speak manages to do black magic with ease. For some reason, this makes Hermone happy, but I see no good in it. Nothing beneficial can come out of it.

"So Sev," Hermione calls, "Are you warming up to him?"

"If warming up means no connection what so ever, then we're on fire."

"Are you even trying?" She hopelessly asks.

"Yes."

"Well then it's simple logic why you two aren't accomplishing anything. You need to communicate more."

"What am I connecting to? He can't even speak yet."

"Just look at him. Look into his eyes and they speak to you."

"Well then he's definitely been cursing me out lately." I mumble.

She rolls her eyes and walks over to me. "Please, at least try." She kisses me and begins to exit my room.

"Mom!"

We both whip our heads to the bed and Dietrich his standing on both feet with blue eyes. A black and purple cloud forms under his feet and he floats over to Hermione.

"Don't go…" Dietrich pleas. His voice comes out as a four year old boy.

"It can talk?" I whisper.

"Stop calling him an it." Hormione demands, taking Dietrich into her arms.

"Did youknow he could talk?"

She looks at the floor angrily. "No."

"What else is he hiding? How does he know how to hide things from us?"

"I'm not surprised… He gets it from you."

So many things want to come out of my mouth at that comment, but I stop myself. She whispers something to Dietrich and sets him back on his floating cloud. He floats back over the bed and Hermione leave. I sit next to him and do what Hermione says: I try to connect with it-I mean him.

"What else can you do?" I question.

He stays silent.

"Ok, who's you're mom?"

"..."

"Who do you hate the most?" At this question, his eyes turn red, but still no reply.

"You brat, you need to grow up and quick." I walk out the room into the Greathall where the twins always are. They sit in a corner talking about Merlin knows what. When they see me, a devious smile immediately spreads across their faces.

"How may we help you?" they ask in unison.

"I need the aging potion, now."

"But we thought you decided not to take it." Fred mocks.

"Forget about what I said. I need it now." They look at each other falsely skeptical.

"AALLLRRIIGGHTT." George pulls a small quirked beaker out of his Jacket. "Okay, there you have it big shot"

I snatch it from him and jog off to my room. I need to find out what's up with this kid. Why would he need to hide anything? I need him just a little more mature before asking him any critical questions. Somewhere around the age of 3 or 4 years and this is the only way I can do it. I make it back into my room and he still sits there like he's dead.

Pulling out his bottle, I pour the potion into it and give it to him. He looks at me as if I'm crazing for giving him anything to drink at all.

"Go ahead."

He raises an eyebrow. "You still have no fear?"

"Wait, what?' Before I can stop him, he gulps the potion and passes out.

"What the hell?" I mumble… He wasn't supposed to pass out. What did those nuisances do?

Without thinking too much, I put something on to sleep in and hop into the bed next to him. Despite being a demon child, he still has a terrible tendency to fall of the bed in his sleep and bang his head. I readjust him on the bed and drift to sleep. Sill have no fears.

*Morning*

I wake up completely sore. For some reason, Dietrich turned and flipped all night. One minute he was at my feet and the next, he was at my head. I don't know what was up but it was hell. I get out of bed rubbing my eyes and stretch my arms. I look onto my bed and my heart stops. Grabbing my wand, I point it at the naked boy laying in my bed. He looks like he is around the ages of 17 and 18. He has a tall slim build with long silver hair trailing at least 12 inches down his back. That's when both my stomach and heart disappear. A Sirian mark is etched on the teen's arm.

Where's Dietrich... This can't be...

LLL- Hi, everyone. I hope you liked. I can only apologize soo many times about the late update, but I still love you all. Hope you still love the story. I'm pretty sure some of you figured out the obvious, but if you didn't this is a possible spoiler alert. Dietrich is going to be ADORABLE(sexy). I have pics of him on my facebook page. Or what my fantasy sees when it thinks Dietrich.So please review! I'd appreciate it!