Healer Michaels entered the room, "Oh, good you're awake. Now, I want to do another check of the baby now and then again in the morning. You can go home then, on one condition." Waving her wand over Emily, she saw that the baby was fine still. "Everything still looks good here. I want you to rest tonight and then I'll check again in the morning." She said and turned to leave.
"You said that I could go home on one condition. What's the condition?" Emily spoke up before the healer took two steps.
"Oh, right. Well, you will have to be on bed rest, not complete, but I don't want you up on your feet all day long. Also, no stress at all. Do you have an environment that will provide you with constant companionship all day?" the Healer explained.
Emily muttered "No," just as Harry said "Yes." Healer Michaels smiled at the two. Emily looked over at Harry astonished at his answer.
"I'll just let you two work it out, and we'll talk about it in the morning." She said and left the room.
"Emily, I want you to stay at my place. It's safe, only a few people know about it and can access it. I want to take care of you." Harry said.
Emily looked from him to Hermione and back again. "Harry I can't ask that of you. I'll be fine at my own place."
"Well, there's only one problem with that, Emily. Your place is a pile of ash now. It burnt along with the bakery." Hermione spoke softly.
Emily dropped her head as tears stung her eyes. She suddenly gasped and giggled. Harry looked at her in concern. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, and placed his hand under hers on her belly and waited, watching his face. She felt it and then saw a look of wonder cross his face. "What was that?" he asked.
"The baby kicked. I think he or she is letting us know that they are okay and going to make it." She whispered. He laughed out loud when the baby kicked again. Hermione smiled as she watched the two of them, laughing to herself. She knew how much they loved each other, even if they weren't going to admit it right now.
"That's amazing. A little life in there, kicking away." He said with a goofy smile on his face. He looked up to see Hermione smiling at them with a knowing smile on her face. "You want to feel?" he asked.
Hermione nodded slightly and moved forward. Emily grabbed her hand and placed it where Harry's had been and waited. Before long, she felt a kick again and saw Hermione's eyes widen and she felt the baby kick.
"Wow," she whispered, grinning. Rising, she looked at Emily, "Thank you for allowing me to feel that. Now, you really should take Harry up on his offer, and I know the perfect person to come stay with you during the day while Harry works." Looking at Harry, he nodded, letting her know that he thought the same thing.
"I'll ask her later. If nothing else, there is always Kreacher." He grimaced as he thought about the house elf he had inherited with the house. Kreacher wouldn't take too kindly to playing nursemaid.
Hermione nodded, "I had better get back to the office. Check on things." She left the room and they were again alone.
"Emily, please let me take care of you. Please come home with me and let me help you." Harry said, pleading.
"Okay, Harry. I don't see that I have any other option other than to stay here. I would love to stay with you," she replied, smiling at him. Her eyes drifted closed and soon her breathing was even and soft, indicating that she had fallen asleep. Harry sat back down in the chair, watching her sleep. Spying some parchment and a quill on the bedside table, he wrote out two notes, one to his house elf to prepare his room for another guest and another to Molly Weasley to ask for her assistance. As he knew she would, his owl found him, tapping on the window. He attached the letters to her leg and asked her to deliver them for him. Settling back down in the chair, he watched Emily and waited. Lost in his thoughts, his eyes drifted close and he was soon asleep.
Several hours passed before she slipped into the room quietly. Walking over to the chair, she put a hand on Harry's arm, "Harry," she said softly. He jumped up and spun around wand pointed in front of him. She leapt back out of the way, "I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to startle you." She said.
His eyes focused, "Oh, it's you, Molly. I'm sorry," he said, putting his wand away. "You got my letter?" he asked.
Nodding, "Of course I'll help you out, dear. I will be happy to stay with her while you are at work. I came to see if you needed anything right now." Molly stated.
Shaking his head, "No, they brought us dinner a little while ago. I appreciate your help with Emily. The healer doesn't want her left alone until after the baby comes." He told her.
She nodded again, "Of course, dear. I'll be there for you and her. I'm sure your home needs a good cleaning again, anyway." She smiled at him. "When would you need me to be over?" she asked.
"I'm not sure about tomorrow yet, depends on what time they let her go home." He answered. "I'll let you know. Thanks Molly."
"Sure, dear. Let me know if you need anything." Molly said and quietly left the room. Harry settled back down in the chair and soon fell asleep again, waking only when a trainee healer arrived to check up on Emily. He was still sitting in the chair when the sun came up and Emily stirred. She opened her eyes, seeing Harry sitting in the chair asleep. Smiling, she reached over and placed a hand on his knee causing him to jump up.
"Sorry," she said. He visibly relaxed, seeing that it was only Emily touching him and not something else.
"Good morning. How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I feel better. Still hurts a bit where the spell hit, though." She said. A young witch entered with a tray of food for them both. She set them down and left the room as quietly as she came in. Harry moved to the trays and picking one up, brought it to the bed for Emily.
"Here, have some breakfast and then maybe the healer will be in to let you go home." He said, setting up the tray over her lap as she sat up in the bed.
She began eating, realizing how hungry she was. Looking up, "Aren't you going to eat?" she asked him.
Smiling, he nodded and sat down to eat his own breakfast. Healer Michaels arrived shortly after they had pushed their tray away. She silently stepped to the side of the bed and waved her wand over Emily to ensure that everything was still fine. She checked the baby and the wound in her side mostly. "Well, I suppose I can let you go home, if you have a place that will ensure rest and relaxation with constant supervision. You don't have to be on complete bed rest, but I do not want you on your feet all day, either." She spoke after her check of Emily was done.
"She'll be staying at my place. I have a house elf, and also someone will come to stay with her when I'm at work at the Ministry. She has agreed to this." Harry told her.
Healer Michaels looked at Emily who nodded, "Very well then, you will have to let me have access to the place, since I don't want Emily travelling unless absolutely necessary. I will come to you when it is time for a check." Harry nodded and wrote something on a paper.
"Fidelius," he said, she nodded, knowing that his place was hidden and that he was trusting her to keep it secret.
"I will see you in a few weeks, unless you need me before then." She said and turned to leave. "You may go now, just take it easy for a few days and then you can resume semi-normal activities."
Harry helped Emily dress in the robe that was left for her and supported her as they walked out to the fireplace in the lobby to use the floo network. She limped slightly as the pain in her side was beginning again. A young trainee healer caught up with them before they stepped into the fireplace. Handing Harry a case, "Healer Michaels forgot to give this to you, potions for the pain and more for the pregnancy," she said.
Harry nodded in thanks and he stepped into the fireplace with Emily, tossing some powder down he muttered the name of his home, soft enough that no one heard him. The people around barely noticed them enter the lobby and certainly weren't paying attention to them as they left. They arrived at Number 12 Grimmauld Place and stepped out of the fireplace in the kitchen. Emily stumbled slightly and Harry led her to the kitchen table to have a seat while he went to check on his room.