Disclaimer: Nothing so far is really mine. Not the Harry Potter Universe, not the plot, and not the triplets; only a few of my words and ideas have been added. This story originally belonged to Samira Granger and I have adopted it. It has also been adopted by Debjunk with the permission of Samira Granger.
Flowers and Warriors
Prologue
Hermione quickly ran past a group of fourth year Ravenclaws while heading toward the front gates. She knew that she needed to get away from there as she heard faint shouting rapidly getting louder from somewhere behind her. As she got closer, Hermione waved her hand and the front gate began to open. When a flash of red hit the ground next to her, she picked up her pace until she finally arrived at the gate.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled at her as she dodged another Stunning spell. Running through the now open gate, she allowed it to slam shut behind her and promptly thrust her wand arm out into the space in front of her. When the Knight Bus arrived, she hastily boarded before the startled Stan Shunpike, in the middle of his pre-boarding speech, was able to see what - or who rather - was behind her.
"Destination Miss...?" he asked. Apparently his ability to speak properly had improved.
"Please, take me to, to Liverpool," she gasped out as she sat in one of the Bus' many seats. As the Knight Bus quickly pulled away from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she was instantly jerked back in her seat and then finally allowed her tears to fall. As she placed her hand on her lower abdomen, she smiled faintly at the thought of what the future held in store for her. Her only regret was that she had told Harry about it before she was able to tell the father of her child. And with that final thought, she drifted off into an emotionally drained sleep.
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A few months later, Hermione found herself lying on her back as she screamed and swore loudly with such vulgar language as to make even the hardiest of sailors pale in terror and revulsion. "You're almost there, just a few more times," a man with spiky black hair said as he held Hermione's hand. After several strained groans and bouts of pushing, a loud cry sounded throughout the room. "That's it! You did it! Are you feeling alright?" the man asked as he looked at her with his ice blue eyes.
"No!" Hermione yelled as she pushed down again. "How would you feel in my position? You should try it really. Then you wouldn't ask such a daft bloody question! Idiot! I feel as though watermelons are trying to escape from my body!"
"Well it's no wonder that you feel that way dear," the midwife standing at the end of Hermione's bed said as she cleaned up the baby in her arms. "You have two other babies trying to make their way into the world." Hearing this, Hermione began to push again and again as she gave birth to two more children with the upstanding support of her elder cousin. After each of the babies were cleaned up, Hermione tiredly looked at all three of her children and took the two little boys into her arms while her cousin held her little girl. "Have you given any thought to the names for your children dear?" asked the midwife.
Looking down into the faces of her children as she decided upon their names, Hermione softly said, "Lucian, Sebastian, and Anthea." As she watched her two sons cuddle up toward her body, Hermione smiled softly and realized just how difficult it was going to be raising and supporting three children as well as herself. She knew that she needed to get a job and set up a stable home and income for the four of them. The problem was, though, who would hire a barely out of school, single, teenage mother? With that final thought, she allowed herself to drift off into the realm of dreams before her first full day of motherhood began.
A/N: Hello! I have adopted this story from Samira Granger and am rewriting and continuing this story with permission. I hope you like it, whoever you are. Please review and let me know how you think it's going. Thanks and ta for now.