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Time goes by
It took her a few days to really accept what he told her. What he's done. She promised him that she wouldn't leave him and she wasn't planning on doing it. She really wasn't. She was too much in love with him to do that. But even with all the love she felt for him it was still hard to understand just why he had killed such innocent people.
This time he could have chosen not to kill, but he still did it. Of course she understood his reasons, but that didn't mean that she thought he made the right decision. She was sure she wouldn't have done it, but it was easy to talk without actually being in that situation.
She sighed, as she out of her bed in her dorm room. Since the talk in the forest she had kept her distance from Harry. She did talk with him, had breakfast with him and researched ways to go back to their time, but she didn't sleep with him. Every night she would kiss him on the cheek and go to sleep into her own bedroom instead of his.
She could see that her actions really hurt Harry and she knew that she was doing the wrong thing and that he needed her now more than ever, but she just couldn't bring herself to kiss him on the mouth or sleep next to him.
As she dressed up and stopped in front of her mirror in her room her hands wandered to her tummy, as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was still as slim as ever, her pregnancy not showing yet. If she tried really hard, maybe she could feel a slight bump, but nothing noticeable.
Was it right to do this? Was it right to bring a child to a place and time when people lived in constant fear and danger? Where the father of said child was the main target of the war? Where the mother was also in great danger?
No, it wasn't right. But killing an innocent being wouldn't be right either. And this baby was the light at the end of the tunnel for Hermione. This baby was the thing that made her see that maybe the war would end sometime and they'd have a chance at happiness.
This situation, she thought, was much like the one Harry's parents were in when they found out about Lily's pregnancy. Even though she was sure they didn't have the problem she and Harry had, they still must have been concerned about whether it was the right thing to bring a child to such a violent time. But they did and the one year they spent with their baby must have been one of the best and happiest years of their lives. Harry was the promise to them for a future with a happy family. Hermione felt just like this about her and Harry's baby. And she was determined that they wouldn't end up like Harry's parents. They'd be there for the baby for its whole life. Both of them. And they'd provide this baby with a loving and caring family.
As Hermione looked back at her reflection in the mirror as she tried not to cry she realised just how much she needed her husband next to her.
It was time to talk to Harry.
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Harry spent the days after the night at the clearing with especially hard training and physical exercises, so he'd fall asleep quickly at night and won't think about his wife all day long.
Hermione stayed as far away from him as she could during the first two days or so. It hurt him really badly, but he also expected an even worse reaction from her, and he was reassured by her promise that she wouldn't leave him. But still, it was pure torture. He really was missing her. Missing her badly, but he left her alone, he knew that she needed some time and space just like he did when she told him about the baby.
So he went on morning runs and duelled with magical dummies. It was kind of a get-away from the reality.
About two weeks after their talk Harry was in his own common room doing some push ups and sit ups, when the portrait hiding the entrance of the room flung open and revealed Hermione standing there. Harry didn't even have enough time to register what was happening, because Hermione suddenly flung herself at him, hugging him and sobbing into his bare shoulders, while telling him how sorry she was and how much she loved him.
At first Harry was shocked, but quickly caught up and hugged her back with all his might. When they finally pulled apart from the strong embrace, they looked into each other's eyes and Harry finally kissed her pouring the pent up emotions of the last two weeks into that one kiss. It wasn't sweet and slow. It was passionate and demanding, mouths and tongues against each other and neither was about to give up. Harry was slowly getting on top of Hermione as she slowly lied down on the floor, his mouth never leaving hers, when suddenly she stopped.
As Harry went on kissing her neck, he felt her tries to push him away, so he let her do so, but never let her completely out of his arms. As they set up slowly Hermione said the thing they both were thinking for the past weeks.
"We need to talk." She said slowly and quietly, and then continued with louder with renewed confidence "And this time we really tell everything that's on our minds. I'll start, if you don't mind"
Harry nodded his consent, so she continued.
"I've been thinking a lot these two weeks and this decision was really hard to make but this has to be done. Harry, you have to understand. I love you the way you are but this can't be going on like this. This has to stop. This, we can't continue this relationship like this."
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Remus Lupin sat in his office, correcting the homework of his students, or rather he was trying to do so, because his mind kept drifting back to the night two weeks ago when he was the witness of a conversation he should have never heard. What he heard that fateful night both shocked and amazed him at the same time.
When he decided to go after Hermione that night he never expected to hear what he did. Frankly, he didn't know what he expected but it definitely wasn't that. From the information he was able to gather Harry and Hermione were in some kind of a relationship, maybe even married and if he wasn't mistaken that they were expecting their first child.
With everything he heard he finally seemed to understand just why Harry was acting the way he was, even though he still didn't understand everything, just like the fact that Voldemort seemed to be alive in the time they came from.
Or no. Alive wasn't the good world, as Remus Lupin was among those few who believed that Voldemort did not die on that fateful night of 1981. Maybe regaining his full power would be the best expression to use.
During the last weeks Remus has been thinking about talking to the time travellers a lot, but he couldn't bring himself to do so just yet, but he felt that he should do it soon. He was thinking about it in almost all of his wake hours and it slowly but surely getting on his nerves.
Yes, it was time to pay a visit to the son of his best friend and the mentioned son's female companion.
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It was a weird day, decided Harry James Potter as he was lying naked in his bed, with his sleeping wife almost on top of him. His blood still froze when he thought back to the time when he registered just what his wife said after she started talking just that morning.
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It took him a few seconds to really (or so he thought) get what she meant, but when he did his eyes widened and panicked thoughts went through his mind at 200 km/hour speed.
'No, no, no. She can't mean what she just said, can she? No, of course not. She promised. She wouldn't…. But what if she changed her mind? But she never broke her promises. Never. But what if…'
He wanted nothing more but leave the room that instant and never look back, but he couldn't do that. Nothing made sense. First she comes here and apologises and cries, then she tells him that they didn't work. It just didn't make any sense.
"What…" his voice broke a bit "What do you mean by that?" he finally said. Hermione stared into his eyes and she could see the utter panic in them and that's when she realised just what exactly he had said and how those words may sound to Harry.
"Oh God, Harry! No, no. You completely misunderstood me. I'd never leave you. Never. I told you that much those two weeks ago. Harry, please, look at me." She said when he turned his face away from her. When he wouldn't oblige she reached out, took his head into her hands and turned his face so he was looking straight at her.
"I. Would. Never. Leave. You. Do you understand? Never ever."
"Then why? Why did you do what you did in these past weeks? And if you didn't want to leave me then why did you say that we didn't work out? Why Hermione? Answer me this."
She would have taken a step back if she wasn't afraid that he'd take it the wrong way again. He was doing it again. His voice wasn't soft anymore, his eyes hardened.
'Oh no!' thought Hermione 'He's starting it again. He wants to shut me out.'
"Harry James Potter, don't you dare, and I mean don't you dare, shut me out again. I won't have any of it! You see what I was talking about? A relationship doesn't work that way! Look at yourself. At the first sight of trouble you try to chicken out and use a steel mask to keep people away. I had enough of our fights, but especially the aftermath of them when you'd just disappear and wouldn't come back for sometimes days. Do you realise that in less than eight months you'll be responsible for another being and you can't just leave anytime you feel like it. When you're too scared to face the consequences.
"I had enough of it. You better get your act together Harry James or you won't be happy with the results. And no, this isn't a threat. It's a promise. Do you get it, Mr.? Or do I need to tell you it once again to get it through your thick head? No? That's what I thought."
Harry was dumbstruck throughout the whole speech, he was only capable of nodding or shaking his head when needed. It didn't really register when Hermione's lips touched his or when the portrait hiding the room they were in swung open the reveal a frustrated looking Remus Lupin, whose irritated look quickly changed to one of a surprise when he saw the two kissing.
The married couple quickly sprung apart at the sound of someone coughing behind them. When they saw the source of the sound they sighed in annoyance. First he interrupted their 'mending the matters session' and he was another name on the imaginary 'Whose memory to modify before leaving from home' list.
"Well, I can't say I didn't expect this after what I heard in the forest a few nights back, but this still took me by surprise" he sad smiling as he invited himself into the room and sat down on one of the armchairs.
"You were eavesdropping on us!?" said Hermione, her indignation clear in her voice. Harry was still in some kind of a shock to form any kind of coherent sentences.
"No, I wasn't, Miss Granger. I was out in the forest at Hagrid's request. There was increased werewolf activity I the forest the past few weeks and he wanted me to get to the bottom of the problem. I was wandering in the forest when I heard someone talking, I approached the clearing and that's when I found you two there. I really didn't want to eavesdrop, but after hearing a few suspicious sentences I couldn't help it. I hope you'll understand that I only wanted to know what was going on with you two. You know just as well as I do that your appearance here caused a great uproar."
"First of all, it's Mrs. Potter and has been for a few years now." She couldn't help but smile at the look of shock on her old professor's face "So you didn't figure everything out. That's a relief, I have to tell you. And by the way, call me Hermione. I have been calling you Remus for years now, even though you don't know about that yet. And yes, I understand what you are talking about; even though, let me tell you, I'm not happy with you right now. That was a really private conversation between Harry and me. I hope you'll understand that I must ask you to keep everything you've heard that night a secret. If not for Harry, than for James' sake. Thos things cannot get out of these walls."
"I understand, but you need to understand that I want answers after what I've heard. There are a lot of things I don't get and these things were driving me crazy these past days. It's not an everyday occurrence that someone has the possibility to talk to people from the future that far away." This time, however it wasn't Hermione who answered.
"You shouldn't know about the things you witnessed, not now, not in the future. I know that you must be pretty confused right now and I don't blame you. But I believe that you heard more than enough already." Said Harry's voice in a whisper.
"I don't think you need to really know more then you already do, but I'll tell you this just to clear a few things for you. And you won't remember these things anyway. Oh, please, don't look so shocked. Did you expect us to leave everyone here with so much knowledge about the future? No way. But back to the story. After my fourth year, Voldemort was resurrected. Well, not really as he never died, but that's not the point.
"Since then the whole wizarding world is in war against him and I'm the centre of the whole thing. I went away to train after my sixth year here, because without that training I wouldn't stand a chance against old Tommy boy. You heard the whole story of that training. That's all you need to know. As Hermione already told you we are married and expecting our first child."
Hermione was a bit surprised when Harry revealed that last piece of information. Fist of all she was surprised that he'd tell it to Remus (not that she didn't trust him), but she was more surprised by Harry's tone when he said child. He sounded proud and the knowledge that he was happy that they were expecting a child made her ecstatic.
"And now if you'd excuse us we have some unfinished business to attend to." Not waiting for an answer he got up and not so gently showed Remus the way out. When the portrait shut behind Remus Harry turned to Hermione with a cheeky grin and asked:
"Where were we?"
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Yes, definitely a weird day.
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Days flew by and the weeks became months and the young couple still came up with nothing useful that could take them back to their own time.
As weeks went by Hermione started to show the first visible signs of her pregnancy (and of course there were the invisible ones like her mood swings, Harry being the centre of her 'attacks' most of the time) . She had frequent appointments with the school nurse who was happy to tell the married couple that the baby was completely healthy.
Hermione decided that she didn't want to find out the gender of the baby before its birth, but Harry was way too curious and found out from the old nurse that they were expecting a healthy baby boy. He was over the moon by the news, but hid his knowledge from Hermione.
The changes were noticeable in Harry even for the students of the school. He was smiling more then he did in the last six years and his bad mood rarely made an appearance now.
They were thankful for the robes because they were perfect to hide Hermione's growing tummy, but they knew that they couldn't hid it much longer. By the arrival of April, Hermione was pretty sure that some female teachers were suspicious of her, so she tried to stay away from the public eye as much as she could, but she couldn't avoid going down to the Great Hall for meals and it was getting hotter and hotter every day even in the castle in most of the students didn't wear their usual baggy sweaters anymore and some of them looked strangely at Hermione when she always arrived in baggy jumpers and a robe that seemed two sizes bigger.
After a few days of suspicious questions and strange looks the couple decided that they couldn't prolong the unavoidable any longer. It was time to show everyone that Hermione was indeed pregnant.
After the decision was made Hermione dressed up in her tight fitting maternity clothes she conjured for herself for the times she spent in her quarters, and put on her robes. She and Harry went down for breakfast that morning purposefully a little later when they knew that everyone would be there already and they wouldn't meet a soul on their way down. Before the closed doors of the Hall Harry took Hermione's hand and gave her a little peck on the lips to reassure her and with the aid of his magic he opened the doors to the hall.
As soon as they stepped inside and their hand holding and Hermione's pregnant state registered in the minds of the occupants of the Hall dead silence fell down, while everyone was staring at the Potters as they headed for the teachers' table where they usually had their breakfast, the only sound the clattering of their shoes on the marble floor.
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