6 MONTHS?! OMG I'M SO SORRY AND I'M NOT DEAD. But hey, you know, school stuff. I'm a full diploma candidate for the IB program, if anyone reading this knows what that means, and I'm in my senior year so things are just really hectic. But hey! Got my Extended Essay done (It was on Harry Potter, to show y'all how much of a nerd I am) and now it's winter break YAY.

Thank you to my wonderful reviewers that I hope are still loyal after my long hiatus. I know this is shorter and doesn't have as much interesting stuff as usual, but I needed to get back into the swing and I felt horrible for not updating so figured I might as well cut it short and give you what I have. Sigh.

Thank you: Roseberrygirl, Luna'sGoneCrazy, Rosemary Lily Marie, xXMizz Alec VolturiXx, mayejrmorris, Guest, lizriley, D, and Konri Kari.

Roseberrygirl: Thank you so much. I enjoy making Hermione's love life so confusing to choose, because this is how the real life is. It will all be resolved eventually, I promise.

Luna'sGoneCrazy- Like the review above, I'm so interested to hear who you ship! And yes, Hermione is still going to work. We both know she's too Hermione to just let something like a job go after a kid. She's not the most domestic witch.

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Chapter 11: OCTOBER 10th

It seemed, quite frankly, that time was playing tricks on Hermione Granger.

In the span of three days, she'd gone from being heavily pregnant, to being attacked, to finally moving into what the school made to look like real houses (but she knew it was just to lock them out of harms way, but still make a compelling argument with the board of Magic and Education). Yet, here she sat, a week after that day they'd packed everything up, and it seemed like eons ago.

But, to be fair, nothing big had happened. Yet everything in comparison to the previous days would have to be short of something exploding or a Hufflepuff being killed, and so fourth. Therefore, she stood in the hall of her bookstore's aisles, books in had to be catalogued, and contemplated this. Her boss hardly knew what had all transpired, seeing as she had four days off in between the attack and such, and often forgot it was only three days.

She looked around, noticing that it was almost sun-up, as she'd come in early that morning for her shift to put the new books on the shelves, to be dismissed at eight A.M.

She was excited to get home and see what Xavier looked like today, at seven weeks old. In the past few days, Xavier had learned his parent's voices and when they spoke, Hermione saw his little eyes light up. He'd begun to make little coo-ing noises when he was content, among other sounds as he tested out his vocal cords. He'd started to cry, but Hermione was ready with a pacifier, as the books said, and it was now a priority to have at least two on hand in any situation at all times.

In fact, Hermione winced, feeling her hand brush against the one at the bottom of her bag as she clocked out, taking her first paycheck with her. She remembered she'd thrown it in her purse when they took Xavier out yesterday, just in case he dropped his on the ground.

Theo's favorite 'daddy moments' as he'd called them had been many; including Xavier's realization that his arms and legs were attached to his body. The look of amazement and wonder on his face unparalleled anything else, and Hermione's laughter filled the house as Theo watched his son experiment with his little fingers, trying to grab things and bat at others. Also, they'd experienced the first bath time in class- their third day.

"Now usually, they say to wash your child once or so a week. Scorgify won't work because it's to harsh for the baby, so you must do it the old fashioned way." Bill reminded, "Oh yes. But since our children our growing a week a day, let's just say that you probably only need to wash them every other day."

Seeing forty-four teenagers with screaming, naked newborn babies had not exactly been a highlight of Hermione's class experience. Xavier just looked disturbed at the way his companions were screaming, and protested only because he was somewhat overwhelmed. At home, his baths had been much more enjoyable. Of course, Ron's twins had been uncontrollable, their combined and tuned howls quieted by Bill himself with a well-aimed silencing charm.

"Now I don't recommend doing this, well, ever." Bill said, "Because if your child can't cry and let you know something's wrong, then you may be in trouble. But we're all here, Ron's my brother so these children are my kin, I'm a teacher, and those children are bloody annoying."

Even Pansy couldn't argue with that as she single-handedly attempted to hold the bombshell named Kenton down to bathe him, but ended up looking like she took a better and wetter bath than he did.

The best behaved children that day went to Emeric, who just had that permeant look of awe on his chubby cheeks, and Longbottom's twins who- like their mother- were bothered by nothing.

Speaking of Longbottom, her cheeks flushed. She'd gladly accepted his invitation to dinner the night after moving in. He'd said that Xavier could come and wiggle around by Brier and Levanna, because Luna would be out visiting her father that night anyway.

Theo hadn't really asked when she left the house, he assumed she was merely meeting with the girls or going to the park. Hermione was sure he didn't question that she'd be seeing anyone. She wanted to keep it that way; they'd been so good around each other lately. Like that night a week ago, they'd managed to keep their banter light hearted and witty, flirty.

And besides, she firstly wasn't sure what was going on with Neville, so no need to worry him, and secondly she felt that this betrayal was almost the same as his lack of ...everything to do with her and Daphne and that whole problem that she just-

She stopped herself. The dinner had been lovely, as the evening had. Neville's house was bright and full of plants already everywhere, and had that warm and inviting feel as soon as she entered the room. They'd shared a quick kiss, but that was all.

Neither wanted to say it, but they seriously lacked anything exciting about their kiss, and by the day after, they'd both agreed that good friends was just what the relationship was, so Hermione found no reason to inform Nott of her activities.

It wasn't like she'd shagged the kid!

Her cheeks reddened. Admittedly, she could do for a good shag. Well, with the right person, of course. She wasn't quite as much of a prude as everyone liked to believe, but she'd be dammed if she let them know that. And really, what could she do now, regardless? She had Xavier to care for.

She continued through her examination of the past few days of his development. At five days, five weeks, she'd begun to get into a routine of sleeping with him and he stopped screaming every few hours. Thank. Merlin.

Also, she and Theo had been present when he'd had his first real smile. They were doing their witty banter, and Theo somehow made Hermione start laughing and low and behold, Xavier opened up his face and the most adorable smile and echoing laugh came from their kid. It was the first time Hermione felt this was a family.

And she swore that his facial expressions looked like Theodore sometimes! It was scary. She'd been reading her book one night as well, and casually told Theo that around this time babies got sort of a 'music appreciation' and that's all he needed to be told.

The next morning, Hermione woke Xavier with the sound of a replaying piano soothing melody behind his ear, and she was sure that he knew daddy played it because of the way he smiled. That was yesterday morning. Theo got him up today and she wondered what today's achievement would be.

She realized a silly smile was growing on her face, and bit her lip. She hadn't expected such strong emotions for this baby, this sack of magic, this little figment of a hope for a real child in most girls, to exist. But it was budding. Not quite to the extent that some mothers dotted over the projects, but it was there. It was now at the point she almost found the word project insulting, because clearly there was so much more than that about the children.

More than anything, she wanted a little boy like her. She wanted to find him at the age of five reading a medical book, just to show that he could. She wanted him to excel at whatever he did. She wanted his hair to turn curly and eyes to stay that beautiful brown. She wanted to continue being as proud to say that she was his mother as she did now.

And those kinds of thoughts scared her.

Because, sometimes these days, when she glanced down at him, she forgot that he hadn't been growing nine months but only one. She forgot that he was almost a different person each day. She forgot that in the upcoming summer, he'd be gone.

She forgot that he wasn't real.

"Hermione. You're shifts over, you can leave now." Her boss called to her from the other side of the shop. Hermione quickly nodded, checked out, and bundled up for the gust of cold that had swept across October.

Wick was buzzing at the early morning, and already stores were putting up Halloween decorations in preparation for the scariest day of the year. Hermione frowned at the memory of what had happened a Halloween, and felt for Harry in that moment. She figured he really didn't like Halloween very much at all, and then she remembered she was supposed to set up an event for the school, and made a mental reminder to call the prefects together that night.

She thought all this as she bumbled through the streets to the portal site, a dusty alley where so far no one had seen. She stepped through the invisible charm to keep away any accidental fall throughs, and held her breath.

The houses were not lit up at this hour. Even those who were up had probably left quietly to wherever, leaving their partner asleep or houses empty. She knew that Corner had classes starting at seven, and that Kevin couldn't find any better job than a grave-yard shift at a hospital as a janitor, and usually came home around eight. In fact, she watched as he appeared through a portal, looking like a zombie, yawning as he slammed the door shut to the little building ten different portals sat in. She doubted he'd noticed her presence in his tired state, and watched him stumble down the street leading home.

These houses were so perfect, that Hermione knew she'd have a hard time parting with it. She'd been able to go to to a storage area where she'd put all of her things and furniture from her room before she wiped her parent's memories, in the case that she couldn't fix it.

It felt nice to be back in her own bed again, or to set her water on the bedside table where she'd put her wand for the first time, or a million other things.

At the thought of that, her mind bounced to a constant thought. Matthew. Her brother. The longer she mulled over it, the more she wanted to go right this instant to find him, to see if he was magical, to see if her parents remembered her now.

Outside, she walked down Main street, up school street, and took the second left- Remus Way. It was only a short jog to the street that her house was situated on- Hedwig Alley.

The house was classy, and looked like a perfect german cottage on the outside. She stood for a moment, admiring the feeling that spread through her that this was hers. Looking around at the houses bathed in the tentative sunlight of a new day, she saw what seemed like a normal town of normal people.

Sometimes she wished life was really so simple.

FMN

At ten a.m Ron stretched out in his bed and looked around his room adorned with the Chudly Cannons and Gryffindor memorabilia and colorings, feeling pleased and happy. So it was that he'd been for the past week waking up in his own bed, his own room. He missed Pansy only a smidgen, and not because of her personality.

He had an hour before class, just enough time to fool around a bit. He threw on a pair of pants and his oxford, but didn't bother to button it up. In the kitchen, there was the delicious aroma of a nicely cooked breakfast by his partner that lured him like a fish caught on a hook.

She hadn't bothered to change from her pajamas yet, and was stirring something over the stove. Addie and Kenton both sat in their booster chairs, laughing with each other. He wondered briefly if Fred and George had seemed like this as twins- so in tune with each other. He scoffed, of course they had been. He doubted that because of the different genders that they would never be as close as his older brothers, but found it warming to see them communicate in their own language all the same.

He licked his lips, and quietly approached Pansy. He pressed himself against her back, grinding his hips a little, and reaching down to grab her breast, kissing her neck in the sexiest way he could.

"It's been a week, maybe we should check to make sure the spark hasn't returned, Pans?" He asked in a throaty growl, and spun Pansy around before she could object. He moved her away from the stove so not to burn her, and set her on the counter, kissing her hard. She responded well, but began to press away.

"The...stove..." She murmured as he began to lift her shirt up, inching closer and closer to being removed completely. He took out his wand and turned it off.

"It can wait." He murmured against her neck.

"Addie...and...Kenton...are...watching." She tried again, but her words were weak and portrayed how much she wanted it.

"They're only a month old. They won't remember anything. In fact, I think they're more interested in their cheerios than us." He argued, bringing her closer to him, "C'mon Pansy." He pleaded.

"Class!" She cried out as he bit down on her shoulder blade, and he chuckled.

"We have an hour. Plenty of time." He activated the baby monitor and swung Pansy over his shoulder, "Now come on." he said, and dragged her into the hallway, then to his bedroom.

"Ron!" She cried as he threw her onto the bed, "What are you doing?"

"You know you're enjoying it," He said, discarding his oxford to reveal the shirt underneath, and crawling up to her.

"This is too far." She hissed, "Are you really-,"

"We don't have to do that, not today. But really Pans, I'd say you're just as deprived as I am." He moaned, "Can't you tell how much I want this?"

"Wanting. That's a spark!" Pansy cried.

"Hardly." He chuckled, rolling his eyes, "It's purely animalistic. I don't love you, I want you. I'd want any girl that offered, at this point." So that was a lie. If Morag threw herself at him, he wouldn't be eager to get in bed with her, but he was really feeling needy, so he'd consider it.

"You don't love me." Pansy repeated, the color returning to her face.

"And you don't like me either." He rolled next to her, "So let this happen. We won't go that far, if you don't want."

Pansy's face was guarded, and Ron knew a couple things from dating Lav. He kissed her just right and let his hand wander down there, and within five minuets he had Pansy eating out of his hands. When they got down to something more than casually making out, Pansy stopped him.

"I haven't...I don't..." She fumbled uselessly for the right words, leaving Ron shellshocked.

"But you and Malfoy! Or Blaise? Corner? Goyle...?" His voice became quieter and smaller as he spoke, listing the many men he'd seen Pansy around with. The blush on her face spoke enough, but she explained.

"I'm not a tart, Weasel." She hissed angrily, getting up, "In the real wizarding world, it's disrespectful to do anything of that sort before marriage! Clearly, something you didn't follow. Tell me this, was it Granger or that Lavender bimbo? Or someone else?" She was reaching for her clothes now, fury blinding her sense.

"I don't have to answer that!" He was very sexually frustrated, and tried to convince himself that Pansy was lying, she couldn't have possibly not...well they'd done other things, but now that he thought of it...Perhaps...she hadn't?

Pansy was already out the door though, and if she expected an apology from him, well, she was very wrong. Ron flopped backwards on his bed, and contemplated his choices, seeing they had not even a quarter of an hour before class.

None of the prospects were welcoming, and by the time he was leaving the house, Pansy and the twins had already departed.

FMN

School had been, well not the first thing on Harry's mind lately. Not with children and the more recent attacks, no, it was probably the tenth or eleventh thing on his list of things to worry about, and clearly much the same with others in his grade too.

"I've never had such low grades in this class." Binns was sprouting off in a rampage, the most emotional that Harry had ever seen him.

Usually Harry received Poor on his marks in this class- like many others- so it must be made of of Dreadfuls and Trolls for Binns to be so disgusted.

"James!" He snapped, which Harry glanced up, quite used to being called by his father's name at this point, "I expected more from you, really. I thought that your friend Lupin was supposed to be helping you, wasn't he?" The class twittered with talk, and Harry felt his face flush.

"Er...Lupin's been sick, sir. Not around."

"Very peculiar class, I do agree." Binns was going off on a tangent now, "No Sirius, Lupin, or any other of your friends, yet I see you sitting next to Frank, yet I was under the impression the two of you ran in different circles. Even going as far to talk to Lucius Malfoy, how very unsettling." He eyed where Harry sat in between Neville and Malfoy, in their boy's only History class- the girls happened to be at a different hour- and bit their lips nervously.

"Arthur! Get your feet off the table!" He snapped at Ron, whose mood was more sour than usual, Harry noted, and Ron jumped.

"Yes sir!" Binns was muttering to himself, waving the papers in his transparent hands, growling in displeasure.

"I'm going to find the head of this school, and McGonagall will have a stern talking to each of you!" He slammed the papers down and waltzed through a wall.

"I'm getting ready to punch him, really. If he calls me Lucius one more time..." Draco grumbled.

"You liked your father!" Blaise mumbled, "How do you think I like being called Davide?"

"It needs to end. I'd be okay if he were calling Ginny 'Lily', but he's calling her 'Molly!'. He keeps asking her how her lover, note- me, is doing!" Ron shuddered at the thought, "He calls Susan Bones, 'Lily' and continues to ask her why she switched houses."

"Has anyone tried to tell him that that group of students has moved on long ago?" Justin asked, "He doesn't even know my name, course, because I'm a muggle born."

"I've tried. Many times." Harry grimaced, "It seems my father told Binns years ago that he liked the name Harry for a son, so Binns in convinced that my father, I mean me, liked it so much that I've begun calling myself that."

"And then there's me, a first generation." Justin sighed, running his hands down over his chin, scratching the fine stubble he had from forgetting to shave, "He doesn't know what to think of me, I think. He just looks at me like I don't exist, yet still grades my papers. C'mon, he must have an inkling about who we are, or else we wouldn't had even received any marks at all."

"Maybe we all failed because he thinks none of us turned it in, because the names are not what he imagines on top." Ernie threw out casually, to which a couple men grumbled in agreement.

"Well, here are the papers." Corner stood arrogantly, striding up to the front of the class like he was the teacher, and looked at them with disgust as he leafed through, "Half of them he crossed out the first names and put his names." He scoffed.

"James Potter." He began writing on the board, reading the titles gashed in red ink at the top of the parchment. On the chalkboard it now read James Potter= Harry Potter. The list continued.

James Potter- Harry Potter, Zacharias Smith- Aaron Smith, Theodore Nott- Alexander Nott, Seamus Finnigan- Colin Finnigan, Wayne Hopkins- Ben Hopkins, Eddie Carmichael- Brian Carmichael...

And so on and so on. The couple first time Hogwarts lines that came up, like Justin, just read as so-

Justin FF- ? Do I know you?

"What are you doing at the board?" Binns snapped from the left, and Corner dropped the chalk in surprise. McGongall followed only a float behind the ghost. Corner tried to stutter an excuse, but was sent back to his set sulking next to Terry Boot.

"No respect, no respect at all. Cameron Corner never learned any respect!" He said, perhaps the most animated he'd ever been.

"You mean Michael?" She asked, and Binns shook his head.

"Cameron." He insisted. McGonagall's eyes followed to the board, and at the first line, she stifled a laugh.

"Why don't you go and visit the frames in my office. I'll talk with the students." She told Binns softly. He grumbled, and floated through a wall. The whole class of twenty two turned their eyes to McGonagall.

"Cameron, your father. I do remember him now." She said, nodding to Michael.

"He thinks we're all our fathers. He has no perception of time." Theodore threw out sourly.

"That is only one problem, but not why I am here." McGonagall suddenly became stern, and picked up the papers from his desk, "Truth of the matter is, he's right. Not about your names, but about your grades. I have noticed a significant shift in the quality from all of you since this project began. Even the smartest in the class." She looked at Draco and Theodore, who hung their heads in shame. Or, Theo did. Draco just locked his jaw.

"The girls too. I fear that this project is becoming too much of a distraction. NEWTs are approaching rapidly, and while you may be in the limelight for a moment because of your war efforts, it won't last forever. I have never seen such a slide from a 7th year class in all my years here- student and faculty."

No one spoke, and McGonagall slammed her papers down.

"If this continues, I'll have no choice but to go to the Minsitry and convince them the program should be frozen, indefinitely."

There was a shocked silence.

"What would happen to the kids?" Seamus asked softly, fiddling with his scarlet tie.

"Summoned away, and the program would cease for until we feel in another year it would be better suited."

This sent the class into a mad uproar.

"You have no right! These are my children!"

"You're not summing away my girls!"

"They'd miss us!"

McGonagall backtracked momentarily, as if hit with a stunner. Her lips pursed tightly, "I had not realized how...attached...everyone was." She said. There was a silence that followed her words.

Her next words were just as chilling.

"These children will disappear, no matter who or what intervenes. It is a class, and while it is wonderful you all are taking such an interest that will be more than useful after school, it is still a project." She said.

"You can't tell us even you just see them as magic." Justin said from somewhere in the back, and a couple other guys agreed with nods or verbal affirmation.

"They are, life-like." She said tentatively. Her true affection toward the children was guarded carefully, because she knew the dangers of being attached to something utterly magic. It was the kind of magic that made fae children banned back in the early years, when pesky fairy people would switch children with saplings. Not that it still didn't happen, but that was a different matter in it's entirety.

"They're more than life-like." Seamus pushed his way to the front, "I see it in their eyes. They way my daughters watch me. They bloody understand what I say, they learn from what I do."

"Magic can be deceiving." She opened her mouth to wash into another lecture, but there was Draco at the back, who was rubbing his chin in such a way like his father, the resemblance was uncanny.

"But then what are we? Nothing more than products of magic. How are wizards different than these children, in any sort of theory." He said softly. McGonagall stared at him for a couple moments, before she felt her brain begin searching in a frantic rush through possibilities. She shut that door tight.

"While it's an interesting idea, it is not the topic of what we must discuss. Grades. Now, since you are all so adamant on keeping this...project...I feel we are in the right place to make an agreement..." For once in her life, she watched as each and every boy sat down, eyes wide and ready for a compromise. If only her third-year males were as cooperative, she thought with a long sigh.

FMN

Lavander searched madly through the shelves with the teas and things.

"Oh, damn! No!" She hissed to herself, as she'd nearly dumped the whole of her kitchen onto the counter top, and felt silly for forgetting she'd used the last of it a month ago. She'd meant to go and ask for more, but, well she hadn't.

"Wayne. I need to stop at the castle. It won't be long." She said, putting on a light jacket for the walk to the portals. Wayne sat in the living room, doing some homework, and looked up.

"Hmm? Oh yes, of course." He said absently, scratching his head over Charms.

Lavender pulled her hair up and stepped outside into the biting October breeze, and was glad in that moment that there were no children in her 24-hour day care, otherwise she'd have to pull Wayne away and they both desperately needed all the time they could with triplets and homework.

The portals glowed all different colors for all the ports that it could take them too, and Lavender choose the most used one- the red one to Hogwarts. It was only a millisecond before she was stepping out of the glamoured portal (which looked like a Janitor's door or broom closet for the younger children) next to the Great Hall.

She told herself to be swift about the whole thing. She was sure that Slughorn would only take half-an-hour at the most, what with his slightly air-headed personality.

The Potions room was deserted, as the clock read about nine in the evening. She knocked on his office door, and he opened it.

"Ah! Mandy, a little late but no matter-Lavender?" He realized a second after he began talking it was not Lavender's classmate.

"I'm out." She said, "And the full moon is three days away." She said. Slughorn's eyes widened.

"My dear, it may already be too late! You've had to have been taking it four days prior- a week before!"

"Yes, I know!" Lavender felt tears sting her eyes, "But with the commotion...I...I forgot. And I don't have any more." She wrung her hands.

Slughorn sighed. "Thank Merlin I decided to keep some of the last batch frozen." He sighed, "I should start making more, for next month." He said to himself, writing himself a reminder with his wand.

Lavender smiled brightly. "If you take three portions today, and two the next two days, you should be mostly okay. I'd still try to avoid anyone on the full moon, because I don't know of the consequences. While Wolfsbane is usually lethal, you're blood should be able to handle- but only three. Not a drop more, do you understand?" He asked. Lavender nodded hard.

"Now, let me just go and carefully unfreeze it. You can take a seat in the classroom, Ms. Brown." He said, dismissing her. She sat down and not soon after, the door burst open and Blaise's brown-haired partner walked in. She stopped short when she saw Lavender.

"Lav? What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Lavender asked dryly, "I need a potion." She said, continuing to wring her hands, "And what about you?" She asked.

"Slughorn is my mentor- I'm going into Potions after Hogwarts. I'm supposed to be working on an advanced potion with him tonight." She began to say, but sniffed the air. Lavender knew that the Wolfsbane potion had a very distinct smell, but herself could not smell anything. But clearly, Mandy could because she stiffened. Also, what may have been a giveaway, was the faint blue smoke that drifted from Slughorn's office.

"A Wolfsbane potion? Whatever do you need with..." She seemed as though she was looking at Lavender for the first time. She didn't ask Lavender to take her strong glamour charm off, she did it herself, revealing those three ugly and nasty scars that started on her cheek and tore down her should and across her breasts, ending right above her belly button. But mostly, she was staring at the still bruised bite marks on her side. Her leg still had that limp from where he feasted, even though the medi-witches did all they could do to save it.

Lavender yanked her shirt back down over her scars, hiding in shame and anger. She remembered the battle- oh she thought she could kill Fenir all on her own, after what he did to Lupin- one of her favorite professors. And besides Seamus had been right behind her...but she she turned, she was alone.

Fenir, in his werewolf form, had been unmerciful. He'd clawed her body, ripped out part of her leg to eat, and then hungrily bit her side and left her do die. She sometimes wished she had, that Seamus hadn't appeared and dragged her to the nearest healer, demanding she be fixed before anyone else. All she remembered was the pain then, and the pain a month later when she awoke in the hospital bed during a full moon to find herself a furry, horrific beast.

She wished a thousand times that Lupin had still been alive, helping her through this dark and uncertain time of transformation, but alas...her one chance of finding a companion who shared a disease like her had been killed. She had never felt so alone, until the parenting class.

"Does Wayne know?" Mandy asked.

"No! You can't tell him either. Only the Gryffindors know; well not Jack or Demelza or Dean. No one else. I just 'go out' with the girls on full moons. He can't know! He'd hate me. Everyone would treat me like a leper!" Lavender shook, re-applying the charms, "I never take these charms off. Even when I sleep. If he saw, he'd know."

"I'm not ashamed I was injured, but people would know. I wish I could be as brave as Sally Anne or some of the older members, but I just can't. I have to hide everyday. If everyone else knew, do you think they'd trust me with their children? I wouldn't be Lavender anymore, I'd be Lavander the Werewolf- no matter she's a nice girl most of the time, she'll kill and eat our children! I'll never be able to get a job in the wizarding World. Lupin was lucky enough for Dumbledore's kindness, but I won't find that anywhere else. And in the muggle world, they would find it unusual for me to take of three days around the full moon. That's why I had to build my own business. This is why I have to hide." SHe was in near hysterics now, saying everything she'd cried to herself at night, watching her children, "Oh, if someone found out- the wrong parents- they'd take me away from here. I'd never see my children again!"

Mandy was stunned for a moment, staring at the beautiful girl she'd admired for many years.

"It's never been proven, but you've been changed physically and body form altered...but they usually don't have children." She was murmuring to herself, and Lavender felt as if her whole body had been doused in icy-cold water. She'd never imagined that she could pass this on to her children; the thought never occurred to her.

"Oh...no." She whispered faintly, "I don't know! They'd change this month, if they did...it's their first full moon." She put her head in her hands, "What kind of a horrible person am I?" She cried.

"Calm down. We don't even know if you can pass it along. You may be okay, I swear." Mandy took Lavender's hand in her own, patting her. Lavender was sobbing uncontrollably now, her face blotchy and red, "Look. I'll stay with you on the full moon and we'll watch the babies. Figure something out" She promised.

Lavneder sniffled, looking at the Ravenclaw who she never had really known until this year. "Promise?"

"Yes, of course." Mandy stood, brushing her robes off. Slughorn came from his office, carrying the potion.

"Finally it's done-Lavender, my dear, what happened? Why are you crying?"

Sooooo sorry again for the long wait. God, I hope the next update won't be until like July or something. Ugg. Anyway watcha think?

I like the people that tell me the couples they're rooting for. There's some many dynamic backstories happening here that I'm sure it will change. Just letting me know whose team your on for how ever many couples makes me feel good, because it creates a reason to put those couples together or apart, ya know.

Also, time for some shameless advertising. I've started a new Dramione story with a hint of Hermione/Seamus called 'The Green Games'. It is a Hunger Games crossover, but not the obnoxious thing where the characters meet each other. In reality, I'm very loosely borrowing Collin's idea. It hasn't gotten a lot of attention because I put it in the Crossover section, so if you like my Dramione in this story, you might wanna check this one out.

Peace Out everyone and have a Merry Christmas, or whatever holiday you celebrate!

-Frosty