Hermione was quickly tapping her foot when the receptionist called out to her.
"Mrs. Granger?" the woman yelled.
"Yes!" Hermione said as she shot up from her seat.
"Oh, Sorry dear, just wanted to make sure you were still here. The doctor will see you in a few minutes."
"I can't take anymore," she said to herself as she sat back down, "this is too much maybe I'm making a mistake."
A troubled look spread across Hermione's face while she sat in the still of the waiting room. What would the Weasleys think? She hadn't even told Ron she was coming here. Ron didn't even know about the baby. This would crush him. She would have to keep this a secret. She would have to take it to her grave. Sure she could use a memory charm to wipe this whole incident from her mind, but that would be too easy.
"Ron doesn't deserve this pain," she thought, "but I do. I deserve to live with this for the rest of my life. To punish myself with the horror of what I am about to do." She thought to herself, tears growing in her eyes. She felt a hand on her back and heard a reassuring voice in her ear.
"It's alright honey, don't worry your doing whats right." the woman said. Hermione looked into her eyes.
"I recognize you. But from..."
"I'm Arabella Figg, I know Mr. Potter."
"Mrs. Figg, of course Harry has talked about you. But why are you here?"
"I've been assigned to follow you...to keep you safe."
"I don't know Mrs. Figg, part of me wants to keep it, no matter the consequences."
"Oh honey you can't do that, your so young, you have so much life ahead of you, and think of your friend the Weasley boy. How could the two of you go on if..."
"I know. But I think he would understand. He loves me and..."
"No, no my dear. He can never know. You have to go through with this for the sake of everyone." Mrs. Figg assured her.
"But, But how can I take a life just to... I mean is it all that different from Avada Kedavra? Am I any better than a death eater?"
"Of course you are, you need to do this for the greater good. You have a chance to save a lot of people a lot of pain. You have to be strong and see this through to the end, and never speak of it after today." Mrs. Figg said her tone becoming harsh at the end.
"Okay. I suppose you are right." Hermione said. Then Hermione stood up and walked to the receptionist desk. The receptionist was staring at her computer screen clearly playing a video game. "Um mam? MAM!"
The receptionist finally turned to face Hermione. 'Yes, Mrs. Granger? Right? Can I help you with something?" the receptionist said clearly upset that she had been taken away from her game.
"Yes. How long was it going to be? I'm sorry I can't just sit here anymore!" Hermione complained.
"Well if you want to get the procedure, your going to have to wait for the doctor." the receptionist said in a matter-of-fact way, a smug smile creeping across her face.
Hermione looked at Mrs. Figg, Hermiones eyes searching for approval. Mrs. Figg nodded. Then Hermione pointed the wand at her own abdomen.
"Abortus Maximus!" Hermione shouted and as she did what seemed like a gallon of blood and tissue shot out of the bottom of Hermiones skirt with the power of a fire hose. A moment later a fetus dropped with a dull splash.
The smug look of the receptionist had been replaced by shock and a few seconds later, disgust.
"Good luck getting that out of the carpet." Hermione said with a laugh. Mrs. Figg offerred Hermione her hand with a smile as the two walked out of the office, Hermiones skirt soaked in blood and miscellaneous body fluids.
Horrified the receptionist rounded her table and looked down at the mess of uterine lining and discarded afterbirth. She gagged as she saw, laying atop the blood and amniotic fluid, the dead unborn child of Hermione Granger and Kingsley Shacklebolt.