AN: Hello my wonderful readers and welcome to the sequel to Potions Class Mishap. This story is for those of you who loved, favorited, and reviewed that story. Now on a little side note, if there is anything you want to happen with this story all you need to do is ask in a PM or a review and I will give you the credit for it in the Author's Note. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's and anything you don't is mine.

Hermione POV

I lay in the hospital bed staring at the ceiling. Draco was on the bed, his body curled around mine. We were both in shock. Yes, we had known we would get married. Yes, we knew we would have kids. But this child... this child was doomed to a horrible death.

After everything that had happened in the future the most shocking thing had been finding out that Draco and my first born child would be torn from my stomach and murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange. I had had nightmares of it repeatedly but I had never let myself believe it would truly happen. But here I was, pregnant, with my first child and it would be killed. It was as if there was a dagger hanging over me and it would fall at any moment and would kill me and my child.

No...

I shoved my fist into my mouth and bit down, hard. Tears started to stream down my face hard and fast. No. I didn't want my baby to die. I would die before I let anything happen to it.

"Hermione?" I didn't respond, I couldn't without sobbing out loud.

"Kitten, everything will work out." More than anything I wanted to elbow Draco where it would hurt the most but that wouldn't get me anywhere.

"You'll see." Draco said, rubbing his hand against my back. He was quiet for a moment. "Did you hear what Madam Pomfrey told us?"

"Yes," the word was barely whispered. "The baby is due September."

"And do you remember those Dark Arts books we read from the future?" Draco asked, his voice taking on a soft soothing sort of tone.

"Of course." I said with a slight hiccup. How could I forget?

"Then you should remember that the final battle against Tom was on May 2, 1998." Draco said softly, sliding one of my curls behind my ear.

"So, what's your point?" I asked, roughly wiping the tears from my cheeks.

"The point is that our baby will be born about nine months before the final battle." I blinked owlishly then sat up so fast that Draco's arms slipped from around my waist. My mind was whirling around and I started to count softly under my breath. He was right. But if he was right that meant... that meant... that meant time was changing. The future we had seen wasn't as set as we had thought. Things were already changing, just like Dumbledore had said.

"We have to tell the others." I said slowly, trying to control my chaotic thoughts. "We have to tell them that everything is changing."

"Kitten, we will, but please I need you to relax. You've been working yourself too hard and you're starting to hurt the baby." Draco said, pushing me back against the hospital bed. "Why don't you take a nap and I'll go tell the others, okay?"

"Okay," I said trying to make myself comfortable in the hospital bed. Draco pulled my hand into his and pressed a kiss to the palm of my hand. "You won't leave till I fall asleep, right?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Draco said, his gray eyes lighting up with a smile. I smiled back and burrowed further under the mint green blanket. Slowly, I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.

Draco POV

I watched Hermione as she fell asleep. The circles under her were more pronounced than usual and I ran a hand through my hair. What a mess. We had been back barely a month and things were already so messy I could barely see which way was up.

I leaned back in my chair and blew out a heavy breath. We had a lot to do and needed to figure everything out before we changed too many things for the worse. I needed to speak with the others and Dumbledore. Maybe if we worked with him enough we could get some things planned out, then again maybe we were fighting a losing battle. No. I wouldn't believe that. I needed to believe that everything could work out.

I also needed to talk to my parents. The last time I had seen them I had been delirious with fever. There had been a giant pygmy puff jumping around the room at the time so I wasn't completely sure if they had really been there. I had to talk to them about defecting from the Death Eaters and Tom Riddle. It had already worked once and I sure didn't want them to end up in Azkaban when everything was finally over.

The only question now was where to start with everything. Who to speak with first. What to do. Decisions. I had to start somewhere. I leaned back in my chair rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands.

Uncle Severus. I could speak to him about getting some potions for the hunt. It would definitely make things easier if we had some common medicinal potions. Who knows what kind of trouble we could find ourselves in. But I would have to be careful, very careful not to mention anything about the future. The last thing I wanted was to make things harder for Uncle Severus that they already were.

I slowly stood up and cracked my back. It popped loudly in three places. I turned to look at Hermione. She was hugging a pillow to her small from and snoring softly. A small smile crossed my face before I strode out of the Hospital wing and made my way towards the dungeons. This would be difficult but I would do anything to save my future wife and child.

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