Last time on The Workshop: "Any more questions?" Since there were none, she began her story.
"Once, several years ago, I was married to Harry Potter. He was amazing, he loved me so much."
~*FLASHBACK*~
"Mione, love, where are you?" Harry walked into the house.
"I'm right here. What's wrong?" Hermione was worried; Harry generally wasn't home during the day. There was always something he was doing as an Auror.
"Nothing's wrong, I asked for the afternoon off. It's our anniversary, remember?" Harry said this all while fishing for something in his pocket.
"It's not our anniversary, what are you talking about Harry?"
"It is our anniversary. The anniversary of us finally getting along our first year at Hogwarts." Harry pulled out a jewelry box. Opening it, he held it out to her. It was a necklace.
"Oh Harry, it's beautiful. I absolutely love it."
~*END FLASHBACK*~
"That's how sweet he was, and how much he loved me."
One of the Hufflepuffs spoke up, "That is so sweet, what happened?"
"One day he was called into work, I didn't think anything about it at the time."
~*FLASHBACK*~
Ron apperated into her living room, wiping tears off his face. "Hermione! Mione where are you?"
Hermione walked down the stairs, into the living room. "Ron? I thought you were with Harry?"
"I need to speak to you." Ron said pulling her onto the couch. "Hermione, There was an accident. Harry's in the hospital."
"What? What happened?" Hermione said.
"The mission went fine. We were on our way home when Harry insisted on stopping at the muggle bank, to deposit some money into his muggle account. The bank was robbed while he was in line. He tried to stop it, but the guy pulled out a muggle weapon, I think he called it a gun. Mione, he shot Harry."
Hermione couldn't take it any longer, she burst into tears. Ron put his arms around her before apperating to Harry's room.
"Mione," Harry said softly. "Did Ron tell you what happened?"
Hermione walked over to his bed. After kissing him she turned to the doctor, "He'll be all right, right?"
"Mione," Harry said. "Mione I won't be all right. The bullet went through my stomach, they can't do anything about it. Magical or muggle." Hermione began crying again. "Mione don't cry, don't cry lovey."
"Don't cry? How can I not cry, the love of my life is dying, and I'm not supposed to cry." she collapsed into a chair next to his bed. "Lovey, I want you to promise me something. Okay?"
"What is it?"
"I want you to promise me that you will love again. Or that you will at least be open to love again. Promise me?"
"But, I don't want to love anyone but you."
"Mione I want you to be happy, and if you find another man who can make you happy when I can't I want you to enjoy that love with him."
"Even if it's Professor Snape?" He looked up at her, she had that twinkle in her eye when she was kidding.
"Well, maybe not if it's Professor Snape." They laughed. "Yes Mione, if Professor Snape makes you happy, at least give him a chance."
"I promise,"
"Thank you." Hermione began to giggle,
"What's so funny?" Harry asked her.
"I was just imagining the headline for the Daily Prophet, "Boy Who Lived, Died Last Night From Gunshot Wound at A Bank Robbery" Can you imagine, the boy who defeated Voldemort, who lived a dozen times over, dies at the hand of a damned muggle." Hermione began to cry again.
"Lay down here with me Mione" Harry asked her.
She laid down wrapping her arms around him. "I love you Harry,"
"I love you too Mione," They laid like that for three hours, Harry getting steadily weaker. Having owled or flooed Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, all the Weasleys, and all the Professors, the waiting room was packed. Harry wanted to see everyone before he died, so Hermione brought him or her in one at a time. After they talked to him, most of them left. Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, Ron, and Professor Snape stayed with Hermione. They were all with Harry when he breathed his last breath.
~*END FLASHBACK*~
Hermione had tears streaming down her face as she was telling her story. "I was heartbroken, and amazed. He really truly wanted me to love again. I find it ironic now…" She stopped, summoning a pitcher of pumpkin juice. "I spent three weeks holed up in our house. Until I began getting sick."
~*FLASHBACK*~
"Mione?" It was Ginny. "Hermione where are you?" She heard sounds coming from the bathroom. Knocking on the door, she called out, "Hermione are you in there?"
"Yeah," Ginny heard Hermione squeak. She was getting worried.
She opened the door, "Hermione? Are you all right?"
"No, I think I have the flu, I've been puking my guts out for a week now." Hermione was extremely pale.
"Mione, get dressed, we're going to the Doctor's office. If you've been throwing up for a week, that's a problem."
They went to a Doctor that caters to both magical and muggle ailments. The doctor listened to Hermione's symptoms, deciding on a cause before she did the exam. Dr. Fronk then did both a muggle and a magical exam. The results were all the same.
Hermione was pregnant.
