Hermione’s face grew into a wide smile, "Of course, Tom." How simple the name was, nothing like her Lord at all. And yet, it suited His innocent face. Behind them trailed Sisters Annabelle Whitegrove and Elspeth Hill, who had begged to join Hermione as handmaids long ago. They had watched over her bones, and worked tirelessly to prepare for her return. It was perhaps due to both loyalty to the Dark Lord, and friendship with the presumptive mother of His heir that the girls had chosen to serve her.