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"Hermione, are you feeling alright?" Emma Granger asked in growing concern, as she saw her daughter dizzily grasp onto the nearest wall, frantically trying to breathe.
After the war was finally over and done with, and the survivors paid their respects to the fallen, Hermione gathered her few earthly belongings, and set out to find her parents to recover their memories. They were delighted to remember their daughter again, and enthusiastically started the preparations for moving back to Britain.
The muggleborn witch was glad she had the common sense to discuss her plans with them beforehand, because she knew that the situation would have played out painfully different otherwise, and they would never truly trust her again, and that was simply unthinkable to the witch.
Minister Shacklebolt had aided her both in her search, and in providing a qualified team of Obliviators to reverse her spell. She was thankful for the Ministry's assistance, but Kingsley casually waved it off, saying that she was a War Heroine, and this was the least that they could do for her.
Hermione and her parents, Daniel and Emma Granger were currently still residing in Australia, settling her parents' legal affairs in order, and visiting a few tourist attractions while they were at it, enjoying each other's company to the fullest.
The only downside of happy family time was their daughter's frequent fainting spells, and seemingly random bouts of weakness. She got tired easily, she was moodier than usual, and she had a lot of headaches. They chalked it all up to the left-over effects of the war, until she had experienced nausea, and a suspicious aversion to certain foods that she had previously enjoyed the taste and smell of.
That was the moment when she grabbed her wand in a slightly panicked motion, and performed the spell that Madame Pomfrey had taught to every female student the moment their attention turned to the opposite sex. Hearing The Talk from a medical professional, and a witch at that, was definitely an interesting experience, which included a lot of scandalous blushing, and sheer disbelief from her more conservative, muggle point of view.
She had a hard time processing the casual acceptance of teenage sexual curiosity in wizarding society, and she was shocked at the many stories the Hogwarts Healer regaled her with, proving that it was necessary that she knew how to take care of herself, and learn the Contraceptive and Pregnancy Detection Charms, respectively.
The matron had also taught her how to brew the Contraception Potion, and even urged her to drink it every month, even if she insisted that she had absolutely no inclination, or lustful drive to engage in sexual intercourse. Especially at the age of fourteen.
Now that she double, triple, quadruple, and even quintuple checked with a pile of different muggle pregnancy tests aiding her frantic need for a decent amount of tangible proof of her current predicament, she couldn't help but feel faint and sick to her stomach.
"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" Emma's voice echoed, as she tenderly touched her daughter's face.
"I am pregnant." She choked, her hands shaking.
Her mother's eyes widened. "Oh my..., it seems like there was something significant that you omitted out of your tales." She chided softly, but drew her daughter into a warm embrace. "Is the father Harry, or Ron?" She asked hesitantly.
"Harry." The witch with the honey coloured eyes whispered quietly, and promptly burst into tears, before crumpling on the floor.
A/N: This is the prologue of another idea that has been flickering around in my head for the past few days, because I can actually imagine this could have happened on the run, when Ron left Harry and Hermione to their own devices.
I am yet undecided of who will step up to take care of her and the baby, but be warned that in this story Sirius and Remus, and even Fred are still alive. That doesn't mean that one of them will end up with her, but it's a possibility.
The title roughly translates to "Bitter Blessing".
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