A/N: Time for the disclaimer again. I don't own anything but the premise and Enyo.
Chapter Thirty-Seven:
Harry chuckles at the morning paper with his mother's column about the Snape wedding. It was announced last night that the Potions class was to be taught by Lady Potter until Professor Snape got back from his honeymoon. Anyone that knew their history, had a laugh at that situation.
The other announcement was that the adults; professors, parents etc. would be doing a concert around Christmas. Apollo had asked a few from last year's concert to help out also. So he, Leo, Luna, Hermione (sitting on a stool), Neville, Draco, Nico, Frank, Pansy, Ron and Dennis Creevy are going to be in it too.
The castle roared with excitement. Personally, he could not wait to see his family again and then leave for the break at his parent's home.
On Christmas Eve, Sirius and Hestia are getting married.
Harry goes to wake his wife for classes. She has been wanting to sleep more the larger she gets. This morning is Charms, Potions, then lunch. In the afternoon, it's Runes and T-frig. Tomorrow, they get to sleep in a bit. It will be their Math, Herbology, History and Defense day. As Math is a second period class, they are able to start later, allowing Hermione to rest more.
"Hey Sweetheart, it's time to wake. We have Charms in an hour. We need to eat and get to class, Baby." Harry whispers to her.
Hermione groans, she didn't want to get out of bed this morning. She starts moving and slowly starts to sit up. Harry is right there to help her. She reaches for her package of cereal and water bottle. Harry sits on the bed next to her and rubs her back.
"How are your feeling, Love?" She looks tired and green in the gills.
Hermione looks up at him and sighs. "Like an overstuffed walrus with a stomach bug." She rubs her belly. "This is going to be a bad day. If I can tough it out until Potions, I will ask Uncle Sev for something." She grumbles.
"'Mione, I'll take you up to the infirmary if I need to right now. If you want to wait, then it's Mum that will be giving you something. Severus is on his honeymoon remember?" He smiles at her.
"Oh yeah. How about we go ask Lily about something right now." She slowly stands and gets dressed with his help. Harry is now more worried about his wife. He carries her down to the Potter's rooms.
Lily is surprised to see them this early, but upon seeing Hermione, she understands. "Upset stomach due to the food at the reception. Harry must have inherited his fathers' iron stomachs. Both didn't have problems." She smiles at them both.
"Here honey. It's just some Pepto. Us muggleborns must stay together. Granted, I know you really are a pureblood." Lily hands over a small cup of pink stomach remedy.
"Thank you, Lily. This will be better than any potion that Madam Pomphrey would have given me." Hermione smiles and drinks the peppermint liquid down.
She and Harry go up and grab a breakfast sandwich each and some milk and juice. They walk to Charms and are still the first ones there. Professor Flitwick smiles and comes over to talk with them.
"How are you doing this morning Mrs. Potter-Mars? You look a little unwell."
"Thank you Professor, I woke up with an upset stomach. I'll be alright. What's the plan today?" She smirks at the half goblin.
"Something that I have heard that you and your husband already know how to do. We are discussing patroni." He smiles and chirps.
The rest of the class attempts the difficult magic, complaining the whole time, as Harry and Hermione sit back and do their reading that is due for the next class. Flitwick waits until the end of the class and asks for the Potters'.
Harry stands and raises his arm, hand out. "Expecto Partronum." The large stag leaps out of his hand and canters around the room. Hermione does the same. Her otter scampers with the stag. Harry and she laugh at the antics of their partoni.
"Excellent, Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Twenty points to Gryffindor, each." Flitwick cries.
The other students grumble at the ease that they had with these things. How can these two do this? They jumped a year and now are showing up the real seventh years. None of the "real" seventh years have thought of the fact that Harry is the most powerful wizard ever or that Hermione is the daughter of Remus Lupin, arguably one of the smartest men that have gone through the school in recent years. Add to that, the two had studied ahead of their years in order to defeat Voldemort. So as a third year, Harry cast a partonus that eradicated over two hundred dementors and Hermione was able to do so in fourth.
In Potions, Hermione was the one to beat. She didn't accept any extra help from her uncle, but she was smart and the neice of the youngest potions master ever. Severus was impressed daily by her nerve and prowess.