It was a warm summer evening and Ron had just left to go to the shop to get some milk. Hermione (who was eight and a half months pregnant) was sitting alone on the couch waiting for him to get back. She hated it when Ron left her alone, she never felt safe unless he was by her side. Hermione looked over at the clock, it was midnight. She slowly stood up and hobbled over to the stairs, but she stopped in her tracks. She had heard a door creaking open and slowly being shut, 'Ron' she yelled walking into the kitchen to grab her wand off of the table. 'Is that you?' She held her wand out in front of herself and muttered 'lumos', a little blue light appeared on the tip of her wand. She heard several foot steps going down the hall into the lounge room. 'Who's there?' she cried, her heart was beating fast and she had tears running down her cheeks. She put her arm around her stomach as the footsteps grew louder, 'I'm about to die, I know it!' she thought to herself.