Accidents Happen
Prologue
Hermione Granger was pregnant. She didn't know why she hadn't thought of it, especially considering the situation, but she was. No one had thought it would happen. After all, it was only once. But then again, they always did say once was enough. Of course, you'd have thought they'd have cared enough to make sure it wouldn't happen.
It had been late August, the summer before her seventh year. She had been walking through Hogsmeade, looking to meet up with Harry and Ron. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and Ron Weasley, his sidekick. Something had caught her eye, a stray dog, running into Knockturn Alley. She knew she shouldn't have followed it, she knew it would have been smarter to just keep walking along, but there was something about that dog. It had reminded her so much of Sirius, Harry's dead godfather.
So she ran after it. Maybe she would have given it to Harry, after all it had looked so much like him, but she would never know what would have happened if she had given the dog to Harry, for it was only after she had gotten very lost in the twisted streets of Knockturn alley that she even thought about going back.
Turning around, she looked for some sign that she use to could get back, but there was none. She was lost. There wasn't any way for her to know where to go. She searched frantically for some sign of how to lead, but it seemed there were so many different crowded alleys to choose from, so she chose. Boy, did she choose wrong. But she wouldn't know that yet, she would never be sure what would have happened if she had taken the route she was going to take, but at the last minute she had decided this was the route to take.
She started walking slowly, but she heard a noise, then another. She had been in a dingy cramped place where it seemed as if the sun would never shine. She moved faster, and faster, until she heard a noise the scared the hell out of her, and she was moving as fast as she could, faster and faster she ran, until she ran into someone.
She never actually saw his face. All she knew about him was that he was tall, with a black cloak, and a black hat that looked out of place in the modern world, but at the time if fit his demeanor perfectly. His cloak hiding his face, he looked down at her, as if he had been sizing her up. With a firm nod, he dragged her along the alley, until he had her in the darkest place she had ever had the displeasure to be in. It hadn't been as if she was in the darkest place, but more of the strangling atmosphere of it that had her scared.
She had apologized profusely for running into him, but he didn't seem to listen. After shoving her against the wall, he drew his wand. Hermione's eyes had widened as the put a silencing charm on her. He shoved her against the wall again, but this time it had been different. Her head had hit the stone wall in such a way that it had begun to bleed, and her vision grew dark. The last thing she had seen was his hand, reaching for the zipper to her pants.
She had been found, a few hours later, by none other then Severus Snape, who had been visiting a nearby potions shop when he had decided to step into an alley for a moment to collect himself, after a horrible encounter with Lucius Malfoy, who, once again, had managed to bribe his way out of jail.
Professor Snape had brought her to Hogwarts, to inform Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the school, and Poppy Pomfrey, who would be able to heal all her wounds, save for her emotional wounds. Poppy made a detailed file on her wounds from that day, her minor head injury, that left unattended would have become a blood clot, and the vaginal bleeding, which although it had stopped, was as important as the rest of her ailments. She also had numerous other bruises that she would never learn how she attained.
However there had been one thing Poppy had forgotten, which had been the vital potion to keep her from getting pregnant from her encounter. Two weeks later, when she had missed her period, she had discovered a secret that would change everything. She was going to be a mother.
Her parents had of course been informed of the attack. They had been devastated at the thought of their little girl being harmed in any way, shape, or form. They had wanted to press charges, but with no indication of who this man was, there was no way to press charges, and the fact that she was muggle born didn't help her case with the ministry at all. Her parents had agreed the best thing to do would be for her to stay at Hogwarts, so she could be monitored by all of the highly skilled witches and wizards at the school.
When the news arrived of her pregnancy, they were stunned. They told her to abort. In fact, everyone save for Dumbledore and Pomfrey told her to abort. It wasn't her fault, it wasn't her responsibility, it shouldn't her problem, get rid of it. But Hermione couldn't. It was part of her. She couldn't kill herself. She'd never be able to live with herself.
Even if it meant hardship, even if it meant she wouldn't be respected, even if people talked, she'd never let any of that bother her, so why start now? She wanted the baby, and she would have it. It wasn't anyone's business but hers.
This is where our story begins. Hermione Granger is pregnant, on September the first, with two friends who want explanations as to why she hasn't answered her letters and a whole world to defy. And this is only the beginning.