Sighing, Hermione nodded, "I recognize her. She's only the most talked about model/designer in the fashion industry. Her name is really big right now because she went into hiding. Her name is Emily Romano, and yes, she is American. She's the one and only child of Stephan Romano, a big mafia boss in Chicago. I always had a feeling he was magical, no one can come by that much power without some kind of magic. He pretty much owns America and several other countries in the world. He rivals Voldemort in his views about supremacy." She explained while typing on her computer to find out most of that information. "He wants all muggles killed, so that only magic remains, pureblood magic, that is."
Harry gaped at her. "Oh, wow, and here I thought we were done with evil wizards." Looking at Hermione, "What's a mafia boss?" he asked.
"Well, he's kind of like a leader of a gang. There's lots of violence associated with the mafia, as well as muggle drugs. He's not someone to mess with. He holds a lot of power over the government officials, which is how he possesses so much power over the muggles." Hermione explained.
Harry ran a hand over his face, "What the bloody hell did I get myself in to here? I just thought she was a beautiful woman out looking for a good time."
"Well, you were right about that Harry. She was looking for a good time, something to take her mind off her family and the arranged marriage. The marriage was announced yesterday, and it's to another mafia family. She must have been trying to get away from them, not wanting anything to do with their ways." She suggested.
"Maybe. What do I do if she does turn up pregnant?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, Harry. The first thing you need to do is find her and talk to her." Hermione said as she saw Ron banging on her office door. Harry turned at her smile and nodded his head that their discussion was concluded.
Ron entered the room, "What's the meaning of you being locked in my wife's office with her, and a silencing charm on the room?" he bellowed good-naturedly. He would never think that Harry and Hermione were having an affair. "What's up?"
"Nothing, right Hermione?" Harry said, shaking his head slightly. He didn't want anyone else to know what had transpired last night.
"Right, we were just talking about a case and didn't want to be overheard." She nodded.
Ron looked between them and knew that they were hiding something, but he didn't press the issue. He had come to take his wife to lunch. "Ready, Hermione? I'm starving."
"Yes, Ron. When are you anything but starving?" she laughed at her husband.
"I'm not that bad." He pouted.
"Yeah, you are." Harry piped up.
"Hey, you want to join us, Harry?" Ron asked.
"No, that's okay. You're probably going to the one place that I would rather not be right now. Your sister did a number on my heart." Harry said, looking down at his feet.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that mate. She told mum last night and mum went ballistic. Yelled at her for over an hour about breaking your heart." He told his friend.
"Yeah, well, I suppose it's for the best." Harry said and turned to leave the office, heading for his own, figuring he might as well try to get some work done. Dejected, Harry began to work on a new case and soon the incident of the night before was in the back of his mind. Not gone, just pushed aside for a while until he had time to bring it back forward and think about it.
A couple of months went by, time passing in what felt like the blink of an eye for Harry. He was so caught up in the case he was working that he didn't notice the passing of each day.
Out in the muggle side of London, Emily opened her shop every morning and closed it every evening with only one thing on her mind; the fact that she had had sex with Harry Potter, the most famous wizard of the time. About two months after the night in question, she closed up her bakery early to make a trip to St. Mungo's. Today was about the tenth day in a row that she had thrown up for no reason, just the smell of some of the sweets in the shop. Arriving at the hospital, she informed the receptionist of her issue and was directed to the third floor. Finding the room she needed, she sat down to wait.
"Miss Romano, if you will follow me please." A Healer appeared soon after she sat down. Emily followed her into an office. "My name is Healer Michaels, what seems to be the problem?"
"Well, for the past week and a half, I have been nauseated and thrown up for no reason. Just a smell will hit me the wrong way. I've been tired a lot lately and just feeling run down in general." Emily told the healer.
"Hmm… sounds like you may be pregnant. Let me run a scan and take a look." The healer said.
Emily knew that the healer was right. You don't just cast the fertility charm and take a conception potion and not expect to get pregnant. "Sure." She said.
The healer rounded the desk, holding out her wand. The tip of the wand glowed yellow as she waved it over Emily. Upon reaching her abdomen, the wand glowed bright green, indicating pregnancy. Nodding, the healer smiled, "Yep, you are pregnant. Not too far along, I don't think."
"8 weeks." Emily said, knowing exactly when it had taken place.
"Okay, well, you would be the one to know. Here are some potions that you should take every day. They will help with the nausea and tiredness. Come back and see me in 4 weeks. No apparating, only travel by floo or broom." Healer Michaels said, handing her a small case filled with vials of a green potion.
"Thank you." Emily said, getting up to leave. She walked out of the hospital and squinted in the bright sunlight out on the muggle street in London. Lost in her thoughts, she wandered around and found herself in the Leaky Cauldron. Asking for the use of the floo network, she sighed and spoke the words she never thought she would say, "Ministry of Magic." Green flames leapt around her and she began to spin. Coming to a stop soon, she stepped out of the fireplace at the ministry, holding her stomach to quiet the nausea that the spinning had caused, and looked around to get her bearings. Where would she find him? Spying a desk at the end of the corridor, she began walking towards it. "I would like to speak with Harry Potter." She said to the young witch behind the desk.
"I'm sorry. You can't just walk in here and ask to speak with the head Auror. He's a very busy man. He has no time for idle chit chat." The woman said, nastily.
"Well, I'm sorry, but this is extremely important. I have to speak with him, now." Emily said, her voice steadily getting louder.
"There is no need to shout, lady. There is no way that you are going to speak with him. I won't allow it." The woman said.
"Look here, woman…" Emily began and felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Miss Romano, if you will follow me, I will take you to Harry." Hermione had noticed her when she entered the ministry. She knew exactly who she was and what she was here for.