She stared at that pink potion. How could this happen? How could she be so stupid. It was just one night. One drunken night. Now, she was going to have a baby. She put her hand on her stomach. There was something, someone in there. Now what was she going to do? Mom and Dad are going to freak out. What about Ron, and Mrs Weasly. Hermione started to cry. She was 16, nowhere near an adult, nowhere near being ready to raise a baby. But she had to do it. She had to take care of her little peanut. Hermione wiped her eyes, went to her room and packed. She was leaving. She couldn't, No, she wouldn't ruin anyone elses lives with this. She packed her room, all her books, clothing, and picture album. She picked up her wand and walked downstairs with her trunk. First she needed money. She went to the cookie jar, which hadn't contained cookies since she was five. Mom and Dad had turned it in to her school funds. She emptied it out and went to look for her parents. They were sitting on the couch having their tea. "Obliviate" she said, and walked out.
She walked down to the corner of her street, made sure no one was looking and apparated to the Hilton, in New York City. She had been there once with her dad. Luckily it was so busy, no one noticed her arrival. " Alright, first things first. Find a place to stay, and then a job. Shouldn't be too difficult right?
One month later:
Hermione, or Gene Raggner, as she had been living for the last month, was working in a fast food place, renting a very small room, and was getting on with her life without magic. It was the only way she wanted to live at this point. Magic had only brought her trouble. She was done with magic, and everyone who was involved with that life. She wrote out a letter to Ron and Harry.
Ron and Harry.
I am sorry to be writing this letter. I have been accepted into an advanced training program in New York City. I got the letter from Dumbledore today. I am leaving tonight. I am so sorry I didn't get to say goodbye, but you know I couldn't pass up on this opportunity. Please don't write, I will not have time to write back. This is an extremely fast working class. So I will be so busy with my studies. I will try to write when I can.
Ps. Harry, obviously Ron hasn't read this letter, please forward to Ron.
Sincerely yours
Hermione Granger.
She knew it was harsh to ask them not to write, but it was too painful for her to hear about her friends and how they were moving on with their lives without her. A tear fell on the envelope as she wrote out Harry's address. She didn't have an owl, and would not be getting one. She was sure her roommates would love that. She sealed the letter and put it in the post.
Hermione changed into her work uniform and headed to the bus stop. It was a thirty minute bus ride to Subway, her new job. She was making sandwiches' for a living. She didn't make much and was saving it all for the baby. She touched her belly as she walked into the restaurant.
After her shift ended, Hermione walked down to the local clinic. She had her first baby appointment today. She looked around the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to call her name. There were so many babies. One that caught her attention was a little boy with red hair. She watched as he stumbled around the waiting room. Would this baby have the Weasley red hair gene? Would he look like Ron?
" Gene? Gene Raggner?" Hermione's head shot up. It was her turn. She gathered her bag and walked into the room. The nurse handed her a cup and pointed to the bathroom.
Once she had finished, she went back into the room and the doctor was waiting. " Alright Gene, hop up on the table and let's take a look shall we." She laid on the table and the doctor turned on the machine. The gel was cold, but soon she heard a thump, thump, thump, and her eyes were directed at the screen. " Well Gene, it looks like your baby is measuring 14 weeks along." The doctor told her. " Would you like a picture of its profile?" Hermione smiled. " Yes please" She said. The doctor handed her the piece of paper with the baby's picture. It had his nose. " Ca…can you tell if it's a boy or girl yet?" Her doctor smiled, and said " Not yet, but we will make you an appointment for a month from now and we will do a gender screening. Make an appointment with the receptionist and I will see you then."