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Hey yall! Thank you so much for all the support you guys gave me with What Are You Waiting For? Like I promised, I have created a sequel! I don't really think it's the most original fic, but...shrugs Even though, this fic is going to be pretty short (compared to What Are You Waiting For?) I'll try my best! And, I will also try to improve this story, by using suggestions with the reviews I got from the other one.

Chapter One: You're What!

A loud, shrilling scream ran through the Potter's house. Hermione Granger (recently becoming a Potter) ran through the house, muttering. Her face glowed as she danced merrily. Her hair flew in all directions and she sang her heart out, just before she fell onto the sofa. She sighed.

"Oh wow. Oh wow!" Hermione breathed. She quickly got up and reached for a quill and a piece of parchment. She scribbled down words, stopping very often. This news had to be put in the right words. She was pretty sure that Harry would have an instant heart attack if she surprised him.

Dear Harry,

You are NOT going to believe this.

Well, thanks to you, Mr. Potter...

I am pregnant.

I love you,

Hermione

Simple, sweet, and to the point. She strapped the letter to Hedwig's leg, and watched her fly into the sky. She would have easily just called Harry up with the phone, but it seemed that she couldn't get the words out. She was pregnant!

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"Mr. Potter, what are we to do with all of these prisoners? Surly we can't lock them all away in Azkaban, most of them aren't even guilty! I say..."

Harry Potter hurried down the crowed halls of the Ministry of Magic, followed by talkative reporters.

"Mr. Potter, now that you've been recently attacked by Dementors, again, what would you say be the best thing for them to stop lurking around public streets..."

"No, answer me first!" the first reporter demanded.

"No, me! I had a better question!" the second one argued.

"Better my ass!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Guys. GUYS!" Harry said. "Listen, I really need to get to a meeting. Maybe later?"

"Sure, sure..." the reporters sighed.

Harry turned on his heal, and headed toward the Department of Mysteries. This place still freaked him out. He could remember the blue lit candles and the room room and Sirius dying...but this was all in the past. He had to forget.

He swung open the door, looking at the other Aurors. "Hello," he said. The others nodded in acknowledgment. Harry took his seat. His attention turned to a buff wizard, who was tapping his wand.

"Now that we are all here, I'd like to talk more about the special treatment of the Dementors..." the wizard said.

Harry tried hard to listen, but his concentration moved toward the open window behind a desk. It was Hedwig. Harry popped his eyes out at her, motioning to her to go away. "Is there a problem, Mr. Potter?" the buff wizard said.

"Oh, er...no, it's just my owl; she's standing there," he pointed to Hedwig.

"Mr. Potter, it is very unprofessional to bring your owl to an important meeting such as this one!"

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't bring—"

Hedwig had swooped, and landed next to Harry's chair. "Hedwig! Not now!" Harry cried. He took the owl off the desk, and tried to make her go out the window, but she refused. "Hedwig! Go!"

Hedwig flapped her wings, and bit Harry's finger. "OW!" The Aurors gave him the eye. He smiled weakly, and opened the letter. His eyes widened. He was lost of words. Was this a joke? No, it wasn't, Hermione wouldn't kid about something like this.

He jumped onto the table, while the witches and wizards looked like he had lost his mind. "My wife is pregnant! HERMIONE!" He kissed the buff wizard on the cheek, and ran out of the room.

"Good kid," the buff wizard sighed.

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Harry literally burst through the door, as he ran through the house. "Hermione! Hermione!"

Hermione came into the living room, knocking Harry down. "I'm pretty sure you've got my letter, Mr. Potter."

"I'm did, Mrs. Potter," Harry said, underneath Hermione's rib-cracking hug.

Hermione smiled as she pressed her lips against his.

Ron Weasley knocked loudly on the Potter's door. "Harry, Hermione! Open the damn door!" He pushed open the door, to find the couple on the floor, kissing. "Oh come on! Harry and Hermione looked up, laughing. "Sheesh, must you guys make out in front of me?"

"Ron, you are going to freak," Hermione started. She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant!" Ron's eye's grew as big has strawberries.

"You're kidding!" Hermione shook her head. She brought Ron into a tight hug. "That's great, Hermione!"

Harry grinned, as he shook Ron's hand. "Damn, Harry, it's barely been a year! What did you do to her?" Harry laughed. "If it's a boy, you better not be thinking about naming it Harry Potter II. Besides, Ronald is much better name." Ron grinned.

Nothing could mess up this moment. Harry was with his favorite people in the whole world. But, he knew one thing for sure, it was going to be a long nine months.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter! It's pretty short, but the other chapters will have a decent length. I hope you guys will support me as much as yall supported me in my other stories! If you want to read the original story, please feel free to cheek out What Are You Waiting For? (Completed) Thank you to my wonderful friend, for reading my story, and telling me it was good enough to post!

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