Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Here is the sequel to my last story "Breaking Time", which I suggest you read before this if you haven't already. It picks off where it left off. I had put it to a vote if people wanted to see a sequel. I had a good time writing a Hermione/James pairing and was itching to do it again. I wasn't sure I'd get to it, but now I have. "BendingTime". How much have things changed since Hermione took Lily's place in James' heart? How will she handle being such a young mother to a possible Harry?

Once Broken

Hermione cringed as she felt the small kick within her stomach, and she laid a hand upon it. Never had she imagined she'd become a mother at the tender age of sixteen. As a matter of fact, she never pictured herself becoming a mother at all. She had always been invested in books and learning new things. She had never pictured such a life for herself.

She shook her head at the thought. It wasn't altogether true. She had briefly pictured such a life with Ron. Had she not committed to mission that took her into the past, it might have happened. It would have happened, had she kept her heart away from James. He wasn't suppose to be hers, he was Lily's, but a seemingly innocent ride on the train with him changed everything.

And now she carried his son—Harry Potter.

Upon leaving his time and then returning to it, she believed she had accepted her new role. In fact she was proud of it, but she was quickly coming to the end of her term. Harry would be coming along soon, and the reality of the world she had changed was crushing her yet again.

"Ow!"

Hermione jumped up in her bed as she felt another kick, this one more forceful. She raised her wand and lit up the lanterns in the room, then she glanced down at her bulging belly.

"Harry," she whispered. Part of her couldn't shake the idea that he somehow knew what she had done; how she had changed his parentage. But there was no way he could know, or could he? She turned to the other side of the bed. "James, wake up."

He was dead asleep.

"James."

Suddenly the bedroom door burst open, startling Hermione out of her thoughts. Standing in the doorway, holding a long knife, was none other than Lily Evans. She wasn't the same sixteen year old Hermione had come to know. She was the adult version, and she looked livid.

"Give me my baby!" she screamed.

Hermione couldn't form words. All she could do was stare in shock.

"Give me my Harry!"

She crossed into the room and grabbed Hermione's arm.

"No, stop! James! James!"

All her screaming couldn't rouse James Potter. She kicked out and tried to grab him as Lily proceeded to pull her out of the bed. She kept up her struggle as Lily dragged her across the floor. Lily pulled her up and slammed her against the floor, knocking all sense from Hermione.

"James," she mumbled in a daze. "James,…help."

Her rolling eyes found Lily crouched before her, gazing at her with much intensity with her knife raised. Her eyes rolled to the bed, and she was thankful to see James had awoken. But for some strange reason, he didn't come to her rescue. Instead, he sat at the edge of the bed, watching her with a blank expression.

"James,…James!" she started to cry, as her mind started to clear. "Help me! She's trying to steal my baby!"

"You mean my baby, and Lily's" he said coldly.

She looked at him in fright as he stood and moved to crouch next to Lily. He had shifted to his adult self as he planted a passionate kiss on Lily's lips. A kiss that he'd come to give Hermione who could only watch in horror.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Lily raised the knife.

Hermione screamed as the knife pierced her stomach.

Hermione sat up in bed. Her heart was racing and her breathing was coming in gasps. It had only been a nightmare; a nightmare fraught with guilt.

She lit the lanterns in the room with her wand, then leaned back against the pillows.

"Just a dream," she muttered to herself. "A stupid dream."

She turned her head to the other side of the bed where James didn't lay. Of course he wasn't there. They weren't married. James was back at Hogwarts, finishing up his last year while she stayed in a housing unit in Hogsmede village. Now that her pregnancy was coming to an end, she had left the castle and started doing independent studies. The professor of her House, Mcgonagall, would come by every other evening to retrieve her work. Every time she did, she felt and saw Mcgonagall's disapproval of what she had done, further encouraging her growing guilt.

Of course Dumbledore had not pushed her out of the castle for her pregnancy. She was welcomed to continue staying in the dorm, but she had preferred it this way. She'd caused enough trouble for the present and future and she didn't believed she deserved special treatment. Besides, with a room to herself, she need not worry about whispering girls, or a lovesick James Potter.

Hermione threw back the covers and made to get out of bed for some water when she felt it, a sharp pain in her abdomen.

She gasped and bent over.

'It can't be time!' she thought frantically. 'Not now!'

But it happened again.

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the pain.

A knock on the door briefly distracted her.

"Ms. Granger dear?," said the voice. "It's Ms. Iris coming to see if you need anything before I turn in."

"Iris! Come in! quickly!"

The housekeeper of the housing unit, Iris, was not the most competent at times, but she had become quite devoted to Hermione.

The frail looking young woman peeked in cautiously.

"I don't mean to disturb you, but…oh my dear! Are you alright!"

Hermione forced open her eyes to see her still waiting by the door, looking shaken.

"No…I think..something's happening with the baby," she said through gritted teeth.

"Oh my!" cried Iris. "Are you due now?"

"No…not for another…" Hermione made to stand and was quickly loosing her balance. Iris saw to it quickly as she hurried over and caught Hermione who clung to her for dear life.

"Ms. Granger…I think it's happening…now," Iris whispered.

Hermione had enough strength to raise her head up, but saw Iris was looking behind her on the bed. Hermione turned as well and found the edge where she had been sitting was quite wet.

'No' she thought in terror, 'Not now. Not when James isn't here'.

"It'll be alright dear, I'll take care of you," Iris assure her. "Somehow."

"Get somebody," Hermione begged weakly.

"But there's nobody to get, except other guests," Iris reasoned. "I don't think they'd like it if I woke them."

"You were willing to wake me," Hermione muttered through gritted teeth. The pain was increasing so much she was forced to moan and double over further.
Iris had a tight enough grip on her with one hand and with the other, she pulled away the soaked sheets and helped Hermione back onto the bed.

"Lay down there, and we'll, try and get you through this alright?"

"No…you don't know hhhhoooooOOOOWWWWWW!"

She found she could not argue against her anymore. The baby was definitely coming-tonight! A sense of fear mixed with nervousness ran up her spine. What if the baby really was Harry? What if it wasn't? Or, what if it was some monstrosity brought on by her tampering with time?

The baby wasn't due for another week. If this wasn't a sign that something was wrong, she didn't know what was.

Hermione howled as another wave of pain hit her. She could just barely hear Iris whispering silencing charms on the room.

"Let's not disturb our guests," she said in forced calmness.

Tears began to run down Hermione's eyes.

"I'd give you something, but I'm not sure what," Iris admitted.

"Just…help with the…baby," Hermione begged. It was much too late for pain cures, and she doubted any would be strong enough for her.

"Yes my lady."

Everything that followed, was like a blur to her. She felt her undies being pulled off her. Her vision seemed to be wavering in and out of focus. She found herself muttering "James" over and over again. Then he was there, in the nude, crawling upon her shaking form.

'It's alright Hermione,' he whispered. 'We'll be alright, my wife.'

He lifted her hand and kissed it, like a true gentleman. Then he leaned into her for a kiss but before she could feel that kiss, he faded away, and Iris crossed the background.

"Ready to push, yes?" said Iris.

Iris was over her now and Hermione's legs were spread. No real words were coming out; only gasps of pain and fear.

Her wide frightened eyes fell to the door, which was open and had Lily standing in the doorway. It was the teenaged version she was used too, and she was crying.

"What's wrong?" Hermione found herself asking the girl.

Lily pointed right at her.

"My baby," she cried. "You stole my baby!"

Hermione's eyes widened further, especially when she saw Lily pull the knife from behind her back. She could only scream.

"Push my lady! PUSH!"

Hermione's screams echoed around the room. Somehow, in all the confusion of seeing James and Lily, Hermione managed to push. She imagined that much of the pain stemmed from feeling Lily's knife strike her gut. Hermione cried out every time it came down. She could practically feel the blood spreading across her form.

"Keep pushing my lady! We're almost there!"

Hermione could feel it as she followed her instruction. The sharp sensation of what the future might be; what it could be.

Lily was no longer there stabbing the knife. When she looked up, she was Voldemort.

Hermione let out a final scream before the pain subsided. She melted against the pillows. The haze let behind was still disorienting for her, but things were starting to clear. After a moment of pure silence, a baby's cries could be heard.

Hermione found the strength to pull herself up and find the baby in Iris's arms. She tried to bite back the fear.

"Is it…is it…a…boy?" she asked in a hushed voice.

Iris was doing her best to soothe the baby's cries. She took a peek and nodded.

"Yes, I believe it is Ms. Granger."

Hermione sank back, shocked.

"Would you like to hold your child?"

An image of Lily passed before her eyes.

"Sorry?" Hermione questioned in a far off voice.

"Would you like to hold your child?"

She raised her arms slowly. "Yes, yes I would."

Iris gently laid the baby in Hermione's waiting arms.

"Oh, he is a precious one, isn't he?" said Iris.

"Yes, Harry is," Hermione agreed.

"Harry? Already come up with a name?"

She had, because the baby was definitely Harry Potter. He was the spinning image of his father, as she expected him to be, and only time would tell if he maintained features from herself. At the moment, her feelings were conflicting. Her maternal instincts were trying to kick in, but they were blocked by the wavering uncertain guilt and unease. The baby in her arms was once and was meant to be, her best friend. Now, he was her son.

Hermione pulled him close and planted a kiss on his forehead and hoped she would come to see him as her son; to love him as a son.

She had forever erased that past. There was no going back to it, unless she reached for the time-turner once more. Her eyes momentarily shifted over to the drawer where she still kept it. If she went back now, way back before she went on the mission that formed a love between her and James, Harry might still be born to Lily and James; there would be nothing different.

Now she was being introduced to this new reality. How could she possibly look back? Who was to say going back wouldn't destroy Harry completely.

"Ms. Granger, would you like me to give the father a call?"

"No," she said quickly, but upon Iris's look, she shook her head. "I mean, he's probably sleeping and…well. I just want to be alone with him for tonight."

"I understand then. I shall take my leave. Such a lovely boy. You must be so proud."

Hermione watched Iris leave, partially wishing she'd stay. She was pulled away when Harry began making happy gurgling noises at her. Harry's eyes found her, and they were brown like her own. They were not green like they should be, like Lily's. It was a clear sign that Harry belonged to her, to her and James.

Hermione held him close and kissed his forehead again.

"Hello Harry. Long time no see."

She leaned back into the pillows and hoped that James would understand any difficult choices she might have to make, for their future.

First of all, I can't believe I started up on Harry Potter fanfiction again. But since I'm collaborating with another fan on creating an HP fic, I decided to go ahead and give you guys the sequel you wanted to 'Breaking Time'. Being this is a short short story, I was able to make the time to do it. So if I wrote any more HP fics, they would be short as well.

Anyways, this may be a two-shot, or a three-shot, but there's definitely another chapter coming, and I'll see if it ends next time, or continues.

Post reviews to keep the story going please!