The loud rapping at the door had awakened everyone, except for Harry, who had been busy examining his wand, (Catch the symbolism?) Uncle Vernon, (who was not exactly favored to loud knocks at any time of the day, especially 3 in the morning), looked rather like a large red beet, furious with the injustice of such early-morning calls. "Who's there?" he bellowed furiously, shuffling towards the door. As soon as he laid his hand on the knob, the door was blast open with a searing hot pain in his hand and Hermione Granger rushed through the door and towards Harry's room, throwing the door open, but closing it again with a shreik at the sight of Harry's naked body.
One minute later, Harry emerged, fully clothed, and in minor shock.
"Don't respect my privacy or anything when you burst into my-" There was a moment of silence. "Why did you blast down the door?"
Hermione, still panting, looked into Harry's eyes and he knew in that instant that something stranger and more frightening than he had ever been in was about to begin.
"Harry...Ron's pregnant."