No. 97 Artists Choice

Hermione walked about the castle. She had just awoken from her long sleep in the hospital wing. Apparently She Harry and Ron had went off on a foolish mission to fight voldemort and failed. Hermione didn't remember a thing. The last thing she actually remembered was taking her O.W.L.'s.

She had been informed that they were graduated, Hermione was a teacher, as was Harry, Ron worked with the Aurors. The Order was constantly at the castle. There not nearly as many students as when she remembered going to school.

Hermione looked up when she heard someone coming. It was professor Snape. He wasn't wearing his billowing robes but that's not what made Hermione gape. In his arms were two Children. One a very young boy, dead asleep in his arms and an older girl, whom looked about 5 or 6. He held her at his side, she wrong her arms and legs about him. The little girl had shoulder length wavy havy that was a black as night. The boy had straight black hair. Hermione had to assume they were Snapes Children. They looked related., but the girl. She looked exactly like hermione did when she was that young.

Snape didn't looked at her, he was paying attention to where he was going. The little girl however looked up and saw her. Her face lit up.
"MOMMY!!!" She squealed. Hermione froze. Severus looked up and quickly looked away.
"Christiana, what did I tell you," Severus said to the girl.
"But, I want-"
"Christiana," Severus said more firmly. The little girl began to cry and burried her face into Severus' shoulder. Severus looked at Hermione with a sorrowful look and kept going. Hermione felt chills all over her. She could hear the little girl crying. Not only did that little girl seem to be under the impression that she was her mommy but her name was Christiana. Hermione always promised herself that was what she was going to name her daughter.

Hermione turned and ran to Dumbledores office, She wanted answers.