"Dada." She turned to glance back at Draco, and she finally understood what Trelawney meant about a person's aura. Draco looked colorless. Shoulders hunched, a haunted look on his face. "Draco, can you take Scorpius?" He looked up from the stones at her feet, "Sure." He took the baby who snuggled into his chest, and Hermione tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow, stepping close to his side as they walked together. "Everything will be alright." She said softly.