Hermione awoke on May 8th with a start. She'd been having terrible nightmares in which she relived Sirius' death in the Department of Mysteries again and again. 'Fuck, these dreams are getting worse by the day,' Hermione thought as she leaped out of bed and ran into the bathroom (which for once wasn't occupied by a Chase). 'Maybe James is right; Sirius has the right to know that he's going to be a father…' Hermione's thoughts trailed off when she felt someone hold her hair away from her face as she vomited.

"Sirius, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, wiping her mouth on the wash cloth that Sirius was holding out for her.

"James told me that…"

"James told you? Oh, I am going to kill that fucker! He knew that I didn't want you to know that I'm pregnant," a hysterical Hermione shouted in a fit of hormonal rage.

Sirius froze. "You're pregnant?"

Hermione froze. "What did James tell you?"

"You're pregnant?" Sirius whispered in disbelief. "You're pregnant and you didn't tell me. Why?"

Hermione began to cry. "I couldn't tell you."

"Couldn't or wouldn't?" Sirius spat as he stomped out of the bathroom, leaving Hermione sitting on the floor sobbing.

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Later that morning, Sirius could be found brooding on the quidditch pitch. He flew a few hundred meters in the air and floated there for an hour before James found him. James Potter, the only quidditch player in the school who could overtake Sirius on a broom, flew strait up to where his friend sulked.

"Sirius Black, what the fuck is the matter with you? Hermione tells you that she's pregnant and you run off; are you unstable or something?" James smacked Sirius upside the head.

"Why didn't she tell me first?" James looked his best friend in the eyes and realized that he was crying.

"Sirius, she was scared."

"Of me? Why would she be afraid to tell me?" Sirius wept. James slung an arm around his shoulders.

"It's not my place to say; you have to talk to her."

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"Hermione, I'm sorry," Sirius repeated.

Hermione had been ignoring him for three weeks, and her belly was beginning to show. Rumors about the father were buzzing around the school like hummingbirds; some less than creative ideas such as virgin birth and a child sired by the devil were floating around.

"Please, Hermione talk to me. Why didn't you tell me when you found out?" Sirius was chasing her down the Grand Staircase toward the Great Hall, to which Hermione was making a mad dash. Suddenly she stopped.

"You want to know why I didn't tell you?"

"Yes," was all Sirius could manage. Hermione hadn't spoken to him since he stepped out of the bathroom.

"I didn't tell you because I wanted you to hate me. I wanted you to want me to stay away from you forever."

"Hermione, I could never hate you. I want you with me always."

"Don't you ever say that," Hermione sobbed. "I'm going home Sirius, to my own time. And I'm taking the baby with me."

"No."

"No?"

"No! You can't leave," Sirius shouted.

"Why? I don't belong here; I belong in my own time. I miss my friends and family."

"You can't leave because I love you," Sirius yelled.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going home, and I'm taking her with me."

"It's a girl?" Sirius began to cry. "You can't take her away from me….I'll….I'll go with you….or I'll…."

"Sirius, you don't belong there. They need you here."

"Then I'll wait for you. I love you too much to let you leave me alone."

"You can't!" Hermione shouted through her tears. Her dreams had gotten worse over the past week and all she saw when she closed her eyes was Sirius being thrown through the veil. He had been protecting her, and now she knew why. "I can't ask that of you; you just can't."

"Why, Hermione? Why can't I have you? What aren't you telling me?"

"You're dead, okay? You died when I was fifteen. You died trying to save me." Hermione broke down in the middle of the Grand Entrance.

"What?"

"I'm leaving this afternoon. Please do me a favor: stay away from Bellatrix….and don't trust Peter." Hermione sprinted (as fast as a woman three months pregnant could) to Dumbledore's office.

"Professor, I want to go home," Hermione announced as she skid to a stop at the door to his office/private quarters.

"Very well, Miss Granger, simply go to sleep again tonight in the room that brought you here."

A/N: Hello loves! Hope you enjoyed my evil cliff hanger; I sure did! As always, I'm begging for reviews. Love and Kisses!