Two days after their mansion had been burn. Hermione clung to her father. In front of them, men and women were kneeling. The young girl just turned 2 the day before, but they hadn’t had time to celebrate yet. A woman was carrying a baby, just a few months old. His hair was blond, almost white, he was making some baby noise, Hermione lifted her nose, she was so much better than that. She was now able to say some longer sentences, she was smarter than any two years old in the wizarding world.