Chapter Four

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You and Severus watch as the children shifted in the soul like little worms. You kissed their flowers knowing you'll have to leave soon. Severus hesitated wraps an arm around you saying sorry again. You leaned in his grasps not really caring at the moment. You secretly wish he could come, but you knew the children would be better off if he stayed here. Your things are already packed not really having much to begin with. Hagrid has talked about going with you, but you tell him that you rather he stayed with the children also. Snape kissed your head earning himself a nuzzle. You lean your head up and kissed him on the lips enjoying his company. That's when he notice the cut on your right wrist pulling away to ask what happened. You simply called it an accident while being in the woods. He notices how you speak quickly but doesn't think much about it. You brought up the gender reveal to distant his mind even more. You two have decided to push it off again for the fourth time until you got back only having days left before your leave to Camp Half Blood. You smile as he kisses your cheek wrapping your arms around his waist. You two haven't verbally called each other a couple, but everyone assumes by this point. He suddenly rubs your belly wondering how far along you were and hated that you're going out into war pregnant. That's when he suddenly turns around picking up the box thats been laying there. You had assumed it was Miss Sprout's, bur he presented it to you saying a little present to remember him by. You opened it to reveal an old but sturdy wand.

" One of my first ones. I calm her ole reliable always have gotten the job done... Are you ready to be training with Voldemor?"

" I guess, bur I rather it be with you."

" I know you do."

He kisses you on the lips deepening it slightly. You sounded with a little giggle hearing Miss Sprout entering the room. Apollo followed her in warning a groan from you. He rolled his eyes saying he bared a message for you. You take the letter and opened it in front of them all. It... was blank. You felt fatigue suddenly, bur you wave it off assuming it was the pregnancy. Apollo's curiosity dimmined declaring it to be a joke of some kind. He looks behind you to see the three children that everyone seems to be conversing about. He senses their power and thinks about forcing his involvement in their growing up for everyone was. He says his goodbyes then saying he'll see you on the battle field. You sigh Apollo always being one of your favorites. You two have never talked much, but he was a decent guy. That's when you felt the fatigue again your stomach beginning to glow. You stumble back numbing into Snape. He asks if you're fine as you take a seat. Snape panics as blood runs down from your eyes and nose. He tells Sprout to go get a doctor thinking you've been poisoned. The glowing appeared again spreading around you in a mist. The blood stops dripping you taking in a deep unsettling breath. Had the children just save you? You rubbed your belly a deep depression following you. Everyone wants your children dead though they've done nothing wrong. Hagrid makes his way in seeing you wipe away at the blood. Apollo was surely the messenger, wasn't he? He wouldn't do this to a friend. Once seeing you were okay, Snape holds you not understanding why the Gods were so cruel to you. You gasp as if finally breathing scaring Snape. He wiped at the blood asking how you felt, but all you wanted to do was cut again. Why is it like this? You could see one of the pots vibrating wanting to know if it was an action of anger. You wish you could reassure them you're fine, but all you could do was lean against Snape trying not to cry. Hagrid puts a hand on your shoulders saying the medic would be here soon. You suddenly faint opening your eyes again to see a throne before you. You sigh seeing it was Zues. You lean back in your seat prepared for a lecture this time, but he just seemed dumb founded.

" You know, I expected it out of Aphrodite, but Hermès? I don't even know what his deal is. I wouldn't be surprised if they're working together though."

" You got fucked up kids. Your point?"

" Watch your tongue before I smite you. I'm actually on your side here, you know? I think they'll be a great addition to the Gods."

" They're not Gods. Their immortality was stripped."

" Didn't seem to make much difference. I was curious about something. I even want to make a deal."

" For what?"

" You let someone else be the father this time."

" What? Why?"

" Because no ones curious about a plain high and dry wizard. We were honestly thinking about Percy Jackson."

" My kids aren't an experiment and no."

" You don't love him child."

" I don't love Percy either."

" Wouldn't you like a suitable mate? Maybe someone your age? I'm concerned about your preference."

" No you're not. You just want to make a God."

" You know they're calling them the Dark Gods? Voldemort and their father sure changed their destiny."

" And let guess? You want me to shed some 'light' on the situation and the next children?"

" Don't make puns. I think you'll find a few characters you'll like very much at the camp."

" I'm not having children with a demigod. That would make things too complicated."

" So keep having them by a man twice your age?"

" I'm going to love him eventually."

You hear a laugh from Aphrodite in the distance.

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