Just the night before Theo had woken up to Hermione standing at the window, and when he had walked over to her, placing kisses on her throat, she’d put his hand on her lower belly and told him that she was growing their first child there. And she wasn’t sure if she could stay safely in their castle the whole pregnancy before finishing wiping all memory of the Order of the Phoenix from the Earth. She wanted them all to pay for what they had done. Draco and Theo should have been heroes. Instead they were living like mediaeval princes in exile deep in a forest, not that Theo minded. Now that the Nott and Malfoy elves had found them, their castle was extremely comfortable.