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I awoke for the third time that night. Harry's words kept pounding in my ears.

"He's gone."

Tears burned and blurred my eyes as I got out of bed, put on my night robe and stepped into the pitch-black hallway. I knew these halls all too well to need any light.

I slowly opened the door to my daughter's dimly lit nursery and silently made my way to her bassinet and peered inside.

Ciara Allie Diggory was a month old now and gained two pounds. She was about as big as a medium sized teddy bear.

One month. It had been one month since my daughter came into my life, one month since her father was taken out of my life. I look down at Ciara everyday and every time I look into her eyes I am strongly reminded of her father. And it's not just her eyes, she looks exactly like her father, the only thing she inherited from me was my brownish red hair.

I felt a sense of déjà vu as I absentmindedly ran my fingers over everything in the room. It was exactly like the dream I had after I was told of Cedric's death. I stopped at the hardest point. The rocking chair Cedric was sitting in when he first came to me.

I slowly sat in the chair, gently rocking it back and fourth. My mind was elsewhere when I heard footsteps.

"Hermione?"

I looked up to see my mother standing in the doorway, also wearing her night robe.

"Is she all right?" she asked, gesturing to Ciara.

"Sleeping peacefully," I mumbled.

"I heard you over the baby monitor," Mother said as she stepped inside. "Are you all right?" she asked after a quick peek at Ciara.

"Yeah," I assured her as I began to play with my fingers.

"No, you're not."

"What?" I asked with slight laugh as I looked up at her.

"Sweetheart, you haven't exactly been yourself since you've been home from school," Mother explained.

"I haven't?"

"You've been moody and distant. The only time you've been yourself is when you're alone with Ciara. And the way you've been sleeping…"

"Okay, Mom, I get it," I said as I got to my feet. "I'm sorry about my attitude and I'm sorry about my lack of sleep. It's just that, ever since…he died…"

"Sweetheart, it's all right, you don't have to explain. I understand," Mother said, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Cedric's death was hard for you and seeing Ciara everyday makes it harder."

"You have no idea how hard," I mumbled as I peered in at Ciara. "I know he's gone, but part of me doesn't want to believe it."

Mother sighed as she wrapped her arms around me from behind in a comforting hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

I nodded. "Thanks. And I promise I'll work hard to revert back to my old self."

"Good, then you can start with a good night's sleep," said Mother steering me towards the door and swatting me on the behind to get me to move.

As soon as I reached the doorway, Ciara began to stir. Her whimpers quickly became small cries. I made towards her but…

"I'll take care of Ciara, you just go to bed," Mother insisted.

"Mom, you know what she prefers at this time of night," I pointed out.

Mother began to smile. "All right, but as soon as she's asleep, you go right to bed."

I nodded. Mother kissed me on the forehead before she left the room.

I quietly shushed Ciara as I scooped her into my arms and sat in the rocking chair. Ciara gave a tiny moan before she began her feeding. I slowly began rocking back and forth as Ciara continued her feeding. Humming a soft lullaby, I read a chapter in one of my favorite books. Once I finished the lullaby, Ciara finished her feeding and fell again into a deep sleep. Carefully and quietly I rose to my feet and placed Ciara back into the bassinet.

I carefully ran my fingers through her hair as she slept. I stifled a yawn as I sat back down in the rocking chair. I knew my mother told me to go to bed once Ciara was asleep again, but I found I didn't want to leave her and I soon fell asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I had to block my eyes from bright sun shining through the nursery's lace curtains. I yawned and stretched before I rose to my feet. I peered inside the bassinet. I wasn't surprised to find it empty. Mother or Father must have taken Ciara downstairs to spend some time with her.

As I made my way downstairs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, eggs and bacon wafted through the house. When I entered the kitchen, I found Father pouring himself a cup of coffee and Mother cradling Ciara while feeding her morning bottle.

"Morning," I mumbled.

"Morning, honey," Father greeted, kissing my forehead.

"Morning, sweetie," Mother greeted me as she carefully patted Ciara on her back, causing her to burp. "Did you sleep well?"

"Well enough," I said as I sat down at the table and began to eat my breakfast.

Father sighed heavily as he set his coffee cup on the counter. "I'd hate to say it, but we better be going or we'll be late for the conference."

Mother sighed. "I still don't think it's a good idea to leave you two alone."

"Mother, we'll be fine," I assured her. "If I have any trouble I'll Floo Mrs. Diggory or even Mrs. Weasley. You know she would drop everything to help."

Mother sighed again, smiling as she nodded in agreement. "All right," she said. "I guess we'll see you on the holidays because we won't be back until your school year starts."

I laughed softly as Mother placed Ciara in my arms than she kissed my cheek and then Ciara's. Father did the same and then he gave me one-armed hug.

"We love you!" Mother called as she and Father headed for the front door.

"Bye!" I called after them. I took Ciara's hand and carefully waved it. "Say bye-bye," I cooed. Ciara just continued to sleep.

I took Ciara upstairs to change her into her day clothes. Then I placed her in her car seat so I could get dressed. The day went by really fast. I went shopping with Cho, Luna, and Ginny for most of the day. When we got home, Ciara was sleeping peacefully. I placed her in the bassinet that we had set up in the living room, and then began to prepare my dinner.

Later that night, I found that I once again, couldn't sleep. I instead lit a fire in the living room fireplace and decided to start reading The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 5. A sudden clap of thunder made me stop reading for a brief second as I heard the pitter patter of rain on the roof. I returned my focus to reading only to stop once again as an uneasy feeling came over me. I felt like someone was watching me. Closing my book and setting it aside, I rose to my feet. I grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around Ciara, then grabbed her baby bag and quietly scooped her into my arms. I ran into the pouring rain without a second thought, I didn't even bother to close the door behind me.