A/N: I don't know why but this chapter was hard to write...Yay Chapter ten! All reviews welcome!
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Chapter 10 Confusion And Union
25 December 2009
The Drawing Room
Harry and Hermione returned to the sitting room where everyone sat looking at a boy who had just knocked on the door.
"And I'm Looking for my father."
"And who's that?" Asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Ronald Weasley." Spoke the boy now known to the others as Hosteen.
Though Harry and Hermione missed the beginning of the conversation they were pretty aware of what was happening.
Every eye single eye in the room was on Ronald Weasley. Ron looked back at them in disbelief.
"What? You believe him?" He gave a shaky chuckle, "He's not mine!" Ron made eye contact with every person in the room searching for someone who believed him. Making eye contact with Hermione he saw that her eyes were filled with pain and confusion.
"Hermione!" He spoke, "He's not mine! You and I both know—"
"Blimey Ron the kid is literally the spitting image of you!" Cut in George. "He's tall and has your long nose!" Hosteen touched his nose lightly at George's last comment.
Mrs. Weasley suddenly jumped out of her thoughts. "Oh! Please come in dear! We must sort this out if what you say is true of course." She quickly ushered the boy in.
"It is true!" The boy spoke urgently, "My grandmum told me!"
"And who is your Mother dear?" Mrs. Weasley led the boy to the sofa where he stumbled into the fluffy cushion.
"Fay Dunbar." Spoke Hermione for the first time since the boy had entered. Hosteen nodded quickly.
As quickly as a Cornish Pixie would zoom Ron's face stuck with realization. "Merlin…" Ron whispered. Matt who was very confused with the whole situation began to speak up.
"Wait this can't be true. Ron, you said you were infertile!?" Matt spoke trying to take Ron's side. Mrs. Weasley let out a gasp of horror.
"Well, obviously not," Hosteen mumbled. George gave a laugh and high fived him.
"Because He is," Hermione suddenly spoke moving away from Harry's side, he reached to stop her but she moved quickly, "We had you tested loads of times and you are!" She was furiously pointing her finger at Ron who was turning beet red.
"You cheated on me?!" When Ron didn't answer she slapped right on the left side of his face leaving red fingerprints on his right cheek. Bill and George gave small snickers.
Harry stepped forward, "Hermione I—" She turned toward Harry giving him a warning look and He quickly retreated.
"Did you cheat on me!?" She asked while holding up her hand.
Ron who was clutching his face finally spoke up.
"I am infertile but that doesn't me I wasn't then!" Scratching his head he continued. "I slept with Fay when I left during the Horcrux hunt… so I didn't cheat on you."
Hermione lowered her hand away from Ron. "Congratulations Ronald, you're a Father." She spat coldly and left the room.
"I...erm sorry mate." Said Harry before following after Hermione.
"Oh, dear your Mother must be worried about you!" Spoke Mrs. Weasley.
"Eh...Probably not." Hosteen Said while grabbing one of the mini pies from the table in front of him.
"W...Why not?" Asked Ron talking to the child for.
"Oh, she died when I was born." He answered plainly. "My grandmum and Pa take care of me." He took a bite of another pie while everyone in the room felt for him.
"Well, you should owl them to let them know where you are then." Said Mr. Weasley as he stood from his recliner to grab some parchment. Hosteen nodded in agreement.
The Kitchen
"Hermione everything is fine." Harry patted her back in a soothing manner.
"I know, I know." She rubbed her eyes. 'Everything seemed to be perfect but then this came along…'
"Mione all the baby books say stress is bad for the baby…" Harry spoke softly. Hermione smiled at him happy that he was always thinking of the well being of their unborn child.
"Talk to me. Just let it out."
"Harry I'm not even that mad at Ron, it's just I feel so awful for that child! He has to be at least ten! He has had no father!"
"I didn't have a father and I turned out just fine," Harry said with his signature grin.
"I know Harry but your father died. His...His was still out there." Harry gave her an understanding nod.
Back in the Drawing Room
"So...why did you come find me?" Asked Ron.
"Why not?" Said Hosteen. Ron shrugged. Matt gripped Ron's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"Actually," Hosteen spoke nervously, "I wanted to live with you a year before I went to Hogwarts."
Rob looked at the boy in disbelief. "Me? You want to live with me?"
"Well yeah of course," Hosteen helped himself to one of the chocolate frogs on the little table in front of him, "You are my Father." As he opened the chocolate frog package the frog quickly jumped into the air and onto the ground. "What a wicked little Bugger! I never do get a good hop out of em!" Ron chuckled at his new found son.
"Listen Hosteen… things are a bit complicated for me at the moment," the boy stared at Ron, "And Well I actually currently live in New York."
"And why is that a problem? I've heard you're loaded!" Hosteen spoke happily and rubbed his thumb and index finger to get to show a money sign.
"I...mean erm…" Rob looked at Matt for support but he just gave him a shrug. "Well, we can see what your Grandparents will say eh?"
Hosteen shot up with happiness. He gave Rob an unexpected hug. "Thanks...Dad."
Ron looked at Matt in slight fear but gave the boy an awkward pat on the back. "Erm, no problem."
The First of January 2010
"I can't believe he is actually going through with this." Spoke Harry as he threw some clothing into James suitcase.
"Me neither!" Shouted Hermione from the closet in her room. She too was packing for their New Years trip to Australia to find her parents. "I mean do you think he is even mature enough to raise a kid?!"
"Merlin I don't know!" Harry yelled back. "James will you go grab your tennies, thereby the front door." The toddler nodded and stumbled off to get his shoes.
Harry entered Hermione's room (they still hadn't put all their stuff in the same room) and sat on her bed watching her pack. "It's a shame what happened to his Mum." Said Hermione sadly. "She was a good friend of mine."
"Well, you better make sure to tell Hosteen stories about her. It always made me feel better to her about my parents." Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist lightly touching her abdomen.
"I just hope Ron doesn't mess him up." Whispered Hermione while she turned around to hug Harry.
"Daddy I got my tennies!" Squealed James.
"That's my champ!" Said, Harry. He let go of Hermione and quickly scooped up James. "Are you ready for a Jolly Holiday Champ?" James nodded vigorously.
A 21-hour flight with a toddler was not fun whatsoever.
"Maybe we could slip him some dreamless sleep potion," Harry said to Hermione as he rubbed his eyes sleepily.
"No! And he is quite content at the moment." Hermione motioned to the toddler who was sleeping in a cot that the airlines provided them.
"Yeah five hours later with three tantrums…" Harry snorted wittily. Hermione just rolled her eyes at Harry's comment.
Australia The Second of January 2010
Harry and Hermione had just gotten off the plane and were just about ready to pass out from exhaustion. James had cried nearly the whole flight, so much, in fact, they had to cast a charm to mute the sound from the annoyed people in the first class compartment.
"We should already be checked into our hotel," Harry spoke while shifting James on his hip. "Brilliant." Was all Hermione said.
She was even more exhausted than Harry. Her pregnancy hormones were through the roof. She nearly started crying on the plane because the flight attendant forgot to put ice in her water.
They got to the hotel room through the floo network. "It's quite amazing that this hotel is for the wizardry community." Said, Hermione, as she looked around in amazement. Harry could already tell that she was excited to learn everything possible about the Wizarding World of Australia.
A young man with a handlebar mustache dressed in a red suit with a black bow tie and slicked back hair approached them.
"Ah, Mr. Potter! We have been waiting for your arrival." He spoke with an Italian accent and offered his hand to Harry and Harry shook it respectfully. "It's just Harry." He told the man.
"Yes yes of course! Your room is just this way." Levitating their bags he began to lead the way to the room.
Soon the man stopped in front of a grand door. The man who eventually introduces himself as Alonzo opened the door with an old style key. "Harry sir I present your Master suite!" Alonzo made a dramatic motion with his hands as the door swung open.
"Thank you, Alonzo." Harry took the bags and moved them into the three-room suite.
"Harry this place is a bit extravagant," Hermione began to speak as she looked around the suite, "This must of cost loads!"
"Hermione…"
"I don't even think we will be staying here once I find my parents!" She was talking quickly as she wandered the rooms.
"Erm, Hermione…"
"It's so fancy I mean look at the-"
"Hermione!" Harry raised his voice finally gaining her attention. "I own it!" Harry swore her jaw hit the ground.
"Come again?!"
"I own it," Harry said again as he looked around the place in wonder, "I guess my grandparents on my father's side loved to vacation in Sydney so the opened a hotel!" Hermione began to laugh at the thought of someone opening a hotel due to the fact that they just loved to vacation there.
"So we leave in the morning to find them?" Asked Hermione. Harry took her hand softly. "Well, I do already know their address it won't be too difficult!"
The next morning Harry and James were up especially early due to the time changes.
"Why Minnie so tired?" asked James. Harry placed the bowl of oatmeal in front of his son. "Well you see Hermione's body is having to work a little harder…" said Harry trying his best to explain Hermione's conditions without giving too much away.
"Why?" Mumbled James through a mouth full of oatmeal.
"You'll be able to find out soon." Harry ruffled his son's hair causing James to spit out his breakfast with laughter.
"Almost ready?" Asked Harry peeking into the bathroom to see Hermione putting her hair into a ponytail.
"Just about…" she replied nervously.
Harry called a cab and told the driver the address. Hermione was antsy the whole way and James just played with Harry's glasses.
"How does the spell work?" Asked Harry. "As soon as I make eye contact with My Mum or Dad it will wear off." She replied anxiously while twiddling her thumbs. Harry chuckled and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
The cab driver approached a rather large house. Hermione looked anxiously at it as Harry handed the driver a few Australian dollars.
Harry carried James and followed after Hermione toward the front door of the house. Stopping at the door Hermione took one last glance at Harry then rang the bell.
It took about ten seconds and the door opened there stood a boy (Harry guessed he was about 9 or 10) with the curliest brown hair and deepest brown eyes and all along his face were endless freckles.
"Mum!" He shouted quickly causing Hermione and Harry to jump.
"What Henry? Who's at the door?" Harry saw a slender woman who he instantly recognized to be Hermione's Mum. She had the same color hair that was tied up into a tight bun he also recognized her nose. Hermione definitely had her Mums Nose.
Hermione took her eyes away from the boy and looked directly into the approaching woman's eyes.
"H...Her...Hermione!"
A/N: Okay honestly not my best work but I do quite like how this chapter ended. REVIEW!