Chapter 1

The rain pounded against the windows as Hermione Jane Granger lay on her bed. If anyone got close enough to her, they would see she was worried about something.

And indeed she was worrying about something. She was going into her sixth year at Hogwarts and she had just learned something that had changed her life forever. She knew this year would be an interesting one.

What she was worrying about was the fact that she was pregnant. And she knew who the father of her child was. She closed her eyes as she remembered that night, when she and Harry went too far.

Flashback- Gryffindor Common Room, after the Battle at the Department of Mysteries

Harry was sitting in front of the fire, watching it as it slowly began to die down. He was lost in thought as Hermione came in and sat down next to him. "Harry," she began.

Harry turned to his best friend and said, "Mione."

It was a late night so everyone was in their rooms, sound asleep. The only ones who were a wake were the two friends.

Hermione scooted closer to him and said, "What's wrong?"

Harry sighed and said, "I had another nightmare. About Voldemort. I have dreams about him killing my family and friends all the time. Usually, he's killing Lancelot, Arabella, Ron, Gawain, Luna, Ginny, Sirius, and countless others, but this time, he was killing another person."

"Who?" Hermione asked as she paled. She knew the answer.

Harry looked at her and said, "You."

Hermione hugged him and said, "It was only a dream."

Harry hugged her back before looking at her face. Without thinking, he pulled her head in and his lips captured hers.

Hermione was shocked by the kiss, but did not pull away. When he ended the kiss, Harry turned red and said, "I'm so sorry. I should not have done that!"

Hermione turned him around and kissed him again.

When she ended it, he picked her up like a bride and carried her to his room.

End Flashback

Hermione had never felt anything like what the two of them shared that night. For once, she actually felt loved by someone besides her parents. The girls at her old boarding school always made fun of her, telling her she'll never get a boyfriend. She never had any friends until the day she met Harry, Ron, Arabella, and Lancelot. She always knew she had feelings for Harry, and she knew now that he had feelings for her. She was wondering, however, what would happen now. Would they still be friends after this?

A knock on her door snapped Hermione out of her thoughts. "Come in." she said.

Her parents entered the room with concerned looks on their faces. "Hermione," her mother said, "It's not like you to be in your room all day. What's wrong?"

Hermione's Adams Apple quivered as she said, "Mom, dad… there's something you should know… I'm pregnant."

She felt tears roll down her eyes as Crookshanks jumped up to cuddle with her. Mrs. Granger had a surprised look on her face, covering her mouth with her hands where Mr. Ganger, on the other hand, was fuming with anger.

"We took you in when you were a baby!" Mr. Granger screamed. "We fed you, we clothed you, we gave you shelter, and this is how you repay us? By sleeping with that dirty, rotten boy?"

"Will, please," Mrs. Ganger said in an effort to calm her husband down.

Mr. Granger did not calm down, however. Instead, he started screaming again. "All right, that's it! Get out of my house immediately!"

And with that, Mr. Granger stormed away, slamming the door behind him.

Mrs. Granger just hugged her daughter as she said, "It'll be alright, Hermione. Before you leave, I must give you this." She handed Hermione an old, beaten up scroll. "You were adopted, dear. But whatever happens, know that I'll still be your mother."

The door slammed open again, revealing a furious Mr. Granger. "DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? GET OUT NOW! AND TAKE THAT NO-GOOD FURBALL WITH YOU!" And the door was slammed shut again.

Hermione took the scroll, picked up Crookshanks, and left the building with tears streaming down her face, being washed away by the rain.

After minutes of running, she sat down on an abandoned street curb and put her head in her hands, feeling as though the whole world was crashing down on her.

She couldn't believe it. Her own parents-the very ones who have raised her- have just told her she was adopted and her father extremely overreacted when she told them she was pregnant.

Crookshanks cuddled up in her lap, trying to give all the support he could. Hermione picked him up and hugged him real close. "Oh, Crookshanks," she started, "what are we going to do? How can I tell Harry? I mean, sure he will support us however he can, but how can I tell him of our baby? And what about Sirius and Remus? Will they react just like my foster father did, or will they be supportive? And I don't even want to think about what Dumbledore and McGonagall will think about this matter."

Her grey eyes (AN: Yes, in this story, Hermione has grey eyes) failed to notice the big dark red dog who was watching her from a distance. As he walked in, she fell from all the crying she did. The last thing she saw was the big dark red dog.

Arabella Potter was busy wiping the bar counter at the Leaky Cauldron when her older brother Lancelot came in, dripping wet, carrying an unconscious Hermione. "My God, Lancelot, what happened?" she asked, her voice full of concern as she saw her friend unconscious.

"I don't know what she was up for at this hour," Lancelot said as he carried her up the stairs to the room he and Arabella shared after they were kicked out by their evil aunt, uncle and cousin for "misbehaving". "Based on the way she was crying, and she said something about a matter, something must've happened. We'll ask in the morning." He said as he carried her up the stairs.