Previously in Hermione?

"Ummm, when I was trying to find what was wrong with you I cam across something... Hermione dddd, did you know you were pregnant?"

Thankyou so much to all of my reveiwers, and im soooooooo sorrry this has taken so long and I have a really really good reason but im sure you dont want to hear it so im just gonna get on with the chapter:) Toodle pip.

Back to the world of the living.

He'd been the slytherin prince,hogwarts sex god, the guy everyone wanted but nobody got the pure-blooded son of an aristocrat. In his first year one special girl had stolen his heart and run away with it, never to return it and never to realise she even had it. He had treated her like a piece of dirt on the floor even worse sometimes and he didn't expect her to ever notice the subtle things he did when no-one was looking, the little looks, keeping her safe and saying her name, her first name, the name he would never dare speak whilst in company of any other. Until the day the dark lord had taken over he had been safe to love her, but now when every breath could be your last and subtle things are noticed by more than you would care to know, now he watched from further than before. She was perhaps dead now, he had tried to protect her in secret and until now it had worked. He Draco Malfoy was completely and undeniably in love with Hermione Granger.

Ginny Weasley woke once again from the same nightmare that had plagued her life since before she could remember, their was something so familiar about it , so familiar that she could almost believe it to be a memory but how could it be, when she had no other recollection of any such event.

In her dream she was a young woman with flowing violet hair and a frail body, she was screaming for release as contractions pulsed through her already dying body. The pain of the birth was overwhelming and it was as if she could actually feel it, and than the pain would stop. Suddenly she would feel trapped and be gasping for air, she felt so alone and trapped, and their she was hidden in unknown and untold memories , right at the back of ….

Then the dream would stop and she would wake, always the same dream, always the same women, always the same feeling, except recently she had felt slowly less and less trapped, as if the women from the dream was coming back.

Lord Voldermort, the Dark lord, he who must not be named, Tom Marvelo Riddle, who was he? He himself didn't know at this point which of these four people he was. After taking his youth replenishing potion he once again looked like his former twenty three year old self, with tidy locks of black hair, stormy grey eyes with dark green flecks, a pointed nose and full lips, his body was slim and slightly muscled but not to the point where it was obvious.

But inside he knew he could feel his age by the pressing memories that were constantly on his mind, Aryen Hermione Melissa Jane Dumbledore. She was gone, and know he had not only a daughter who was to be his heir and prodigy, but know their was a grandchild so to speak. Children scared Tom, they were innocent and yet damned by their parents, he hadn't been allowed to be their for his daughter and there was no-one here to help him now, he was surrounded by people, yet so alone. He needed her back, he needed Aryen.

Hermione Rhiannon Riddle. Ancestor of Albus Dumbledore, Salazar slytherin, godric Gryffindor and merlin himself, and now a mother to be.

Tom paced the hospital wing, his hands ringing behind his back and his eyes firmly set on each step.

"Who's is it?" He asked pointedly, their was a rather long pause "whose is it !" he bellowed

"I , I , I don't know" hermione whispered more to herself than in actual answer to his question.

" and what do you wish to do about it?"

"I don't know" she finally said as she looked up and her eyes met his.

Two hours later hermione was stood outside the great hall waiting to be "introduced" to people she'd known and then again never really known all her life. She wore a full length, sleeveless black dress, the corset top was tied at the back with violet lace. The dress hugged all her gracious curves in all of the right places. Her shoes were black with a violet tie and had three inches on the heel. Her violet hair was pulled back into a bun, bar her newly cut sloping fringe and a few loose curls. Above her lashes lay a small trail of black eye-shadow and upon her lips she wore violet lipstick.

Then she heard it, the start of the speech.

"good evening my loyal death eaters and the rest of the filth that fills this room, Today is a joyous occasion as just this morning I found the impossible, I found my heir." Whispers and looks of confusion filled the room, "So tonight I wish to introduce you all to my daughter, Hermione Rhiannon Riddle, formally known as Granger..."