Hermione

I don't even know where to start. How does one even begin to explain how something like this happens to someone like me? Someone so driven, so level-headed and responsible and careful? My life was ruined now, that was certain. I had no idea what I was going to do, how I was going to tell everyone. My parents, oh God, my parents! This would crush them; they would probably never look at me the same way again. And school? Of course the other students would ridicule me and stare as I walked down the halls, but the thing that was the most upsetting was knowing how the professors would look at me with disappointment, shake their heads and whisper how, "she had so much going for her, how could do this to herself?" Were people like me even accepted at school? Would they kick me out? I had never heard of anyone else. It was a taboo in regular muggle schools, it must be ten times more frowned upon at Hogwarts.

I had so much to figure out. It was my final year, I couldn't give up now. I knew I had to do everything in my power to get through this, because I would be on my own from now on, I knew it.

There was only one person I felt like speaking to right now, and I knew he wouldn't want to know me when he found out what I had to say, but I had to tell him.

I sat down at the desk that was sitting underneath my bedroom window, overlooking my quiet neighbourhood street in central London, and pulled a perfectly un-crinkled piece of parchment from the drawer. Dipping my quil in my inkpot, I mused for a moment, wondering what to write. After several moments I realised there was no way to say it but to come right out with it. No point in beating around the bush.

Harry,

I wrote. I paused, gathering up the courage to put the words to the paper.

I'm pregnant.

I didn't sign my name at the bottom. There was no way to sign a letter like that off. How would you put it? Love Hermione? From Hermione? Just plain old, Hermione? No. He would know who it was from when my owl arrived.

I tied the letter to my owl, Ping's leg, and sent him on his way. Now, to wait.

Harry

"Harry, owl for you," Sirius called up the stairwell. I put the textbook I had been reading down and made my way down the three flights of stairs, to the kitchen where my godfather sat with Lupin and Tonks, who was bouncing baby Teddy on her lap. Ping, Hermione's owl, sat perched at an open window above the counter.

"Hey, Ping," I patted the little black owl's head lovingly and took the envelope from his leg. Undoing it, I took out the parchment. The words I read shocked me, I didn't even realised my mouth had been hanging wide open until Sirius said something and I whipped around to face all three of them gazing at me with concerned looks on their faces.

"Is everything okay?" Lupin asked me.

"Y-yes," I managed, recovering. "Uh, just a summer homework thing that I had forgotten all about until I read Hermione's letter. I have to go and get started on it."

Upstairs, in what used to be Sirius's room but was now mine, since I had moved into Grimauld Place with him, I fumbled around for a piece of parchment and a bottle of ink. When I had located them both, I sat down and began scrawling.

Jesus Christ, Hermione.

How? Who's? What are you going to

You know what, just come here for the rest of the Summer. We'll figure it out.

Hermione

I smiled, reading Harry's response. When the whole world was undoubtedly going to turn its' back on me, at least I knew I could count on my best friend to support me through thick and thin.