Author's Note: SPRING IS HERE! I just love spring? Who cannot love the sun and the fresh air? (My grumpy housemates obviously).

A new chapter is going to get posted for both stories.

I'm very sorry I haven't answered to one single lovely review I rcieved for this story; I have an excuse though, I didn't have the net for two months.

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(Answers to various questions are at the end of the chapte.)

I would need a beta. Anyone is welcome. -

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As the police came, they were greeted by a late teenager pregnant to the eyes. She held the gun she had shot her husband in her hand, letting it dangle carelessly on her side. They briefly wondered whether they should bring her to the hospital or to the police station.

"- To the hospital? But I'm not sick."

The policemen watched the bloody walls of the bedroom behind them and exchanged knowing glances. All the murderers said the same things. They also knew murderers are better to be treated lightly and friendly. Well, as long as they still had a weapon in their hand.

"- You are pregnant." The oldest policeman said carefully.

"- I'm pregnant, not sick. And I'm not due to another month. Now, bring me to the police station."

She said it as if it was her right. The policemen nodded gently. Jane took the gun and threw it behind her. It bounced on Alexander's arm and landed on his hand. It looked like he had killed himself.

But thanks to the testimony of the policemen and neighbours who had been alerted by the noise, they sentenced her to a lifetime of prison.

Her trial one of the most absurd trials the court had ever to solve. It was undeniable that Mrs. Jane Granger had murdered her husband. Yet the reasons- completely clear, at least to Jane- intrigued everyone very much.

The judge had been near a nervous breakdown. The judge, an elder woman with a husband and three children, had to almost literally rip the words out from the accused girl.

"- Mrs. Granger, why did you kill your husband?"

"- He was a danger for our child."

"- Did he threaten it?

"- Yes.

"-You had to tell us that straight away! How did he threaten your unborn baby? Did he want an abortion? "

"- No. It's worse than that; he wanted to call our child Lauren or Philippe."

This left the people around her perplexed.

"- Missis Granger, did you murder your husband because you didn't like the names he chooses for your offspring?"

Jane nodded. She tried to explain her fate-name theory, but quickly enough she stopped. Everyone just thought she was crazy. They didn't understand how important a name was. It seemed to her very oblivious. The power of a name should never be under estimated.

She wasn't imprisoned in Azkaban, because banning yourself from your family was in the wizarding world as to ban itself from it. Jane did some magic, but to the magic registration, she didn't exist anymore.

A nurse came every day to Jane's cell to check her pregnancy progress. Every time her parents of brother wanted to meet her, she dismissed them. She only wanted to see her little godson Harry, when Lily bought him.

The other person she tolerated was Vivica, her sister-in-law. Vivica couldn't have children, and understood Jane's deep joy. Often Jane pretended not to see as Viveca cried seeing her big belly. Vivica thought Jane looked so pretty, so small, with her enormous belly.

On September the nineteenth, nine in the morning, she gave birth to a little girl. It was a big baby- it weighted 4,5 kilos.

Jane was radiant mother. Never anyone had seen such a happy mother. She couldn't stop cradling her tiny daughter. Se whispered small nothings to it. She said to her all the time how beautiful she was.

"- You are beautiful, my little treasure."

As the midwifes and the paediatrician asked her if she had already chosen a name for her child, Jane nodded.

"- Hermione."

"- Excuse me?"

"- I want to call my child Hermione."

"- Does really such a name exist?"

"- I know there is a holy Hermione. I don't know what she had done, but the name exists. See in Shakespeare's 'A Winter's Tale' or in the Greek mythology. I want her to be special."

"- You can be called Julie and be very special."

"- But Julie isn't a name who protect you."

"- It wouldn't protect her! Every one will laugh at her!"

"- Hermione comes also from old German. It means warrior. She'll fight those who'll make fun of her. "

"- But to give such a name for your child! It's very selfish of you, you know!"

"- Listen, I have no rights what so ever anymore. The only right I still have is to give my child a name."

"- But she'll have enough things to deal with already now!"

"- Are you saying that I'm an obstacle for my child?"

"- Well yes, among other things.

"- Don't you worry, I won't be a burden to her."

She filled all the papers and baptised the child. After she was completely sure her daughter's name was now officially Hermione, she kissed her daughter a last time.

The same night, she made a rope out of her bed sheets and hung herself. She didn't leave a letter- or even a note! - for the noble reason that she didn't like to write. Her baby's name was her testament, the name she so insisted on.

The next day, the guards of the prison lifted away the light corpse from the cell.

The funeral was short and very intimate in a way. Lily, James, Viveca and Alexander were close to each other, shoulders touching, hands joined. The both babies were held by James. They both drank the sight of the coffin. The autumn weather was warm that day, but the sun was hidden, and it meant something maybe in a way.
James, Lily and Harry Potter as well as Nicolas and Viveca Granger came to the testimony of the now dead couple, and to know what will happen with small baby Hermione.

After much discussion, the Potters and the Grangers came to the solution of adoption. The Grangers were going to adopt the child officially, but they also signed a magical pact with the Potters. The Potters took Hermione under their wing. The uncle loved his niece, and baby Harry seemed to like his cousin very much as well.

Both couple went and picked up the baby from the muggle prison she had been living in the first week of her existence.

Every one in the hospital was happy to see that baby go with her horrible past- and she was barely a month old. Everyone was happy to see the baby go.

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