A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #6 – Divination - Task #2 - Ceraunoscopy/Keraunomancy (Thunder & lightning):Write about a message from someone/something important

Writing Club March

Lyric Alley: 15 - For you

Warning: Ron bashing

Wordcount: 565

Where are you? You promised you'd help me! Hermione texted.

She shook her head. She knew Harry had gotten a new phone. Maybe he didn't recognize its ringtone? She was standing outside the large Muggle medical building. Part of her wanted to just go inside, but she knew everyone would be staring at her. A young woman alone, yeah, she knew what they would all be thinking.

I'm on Bend Street? I thought we weren't meeting until three?

The text finally pinged back. Hermione sighed with relief. Harry had just lost track of the time. What else was new? She had been so glad when he'd agreed to come with her to this appointment. She wanted someone there to tell her it would be alright. That this child wouldn't be any less loved because of what had happened with Ron.

No, it's in ten minutes! I'm already terrified and now you're not here. Please, could you hurry? Apparate if you need to. I really don't want to do this alone.

Hermione texted back.

I'm on my way now. Where are we meeting again?

Hermione rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wondered if Harry actually listened to anything she said. It wouldn't surprise her if he hadn't. Lately, his mind was only one thing and that one thing was Ginny Weasley's naked body.

State Street Clinic.

She texted back. The phone pinged a few seconds later.

Right. On my way.

Hermione sighed and leaned against the brick building. At least she wasn't going to have face this alone. He was on his way. Maybe they weren't growing apart like she had thought.

I'm right around the corner.

Her phone read. Hermione raised her head and looked around. Instead of seeing Harry, she saw a man about her age walking straight towards her.

"Um, hello?"

"Hello?" Hermione replied. Seriously, where was Harry? It wasn't like she could just postpone this appointment again.

"Look, this is going to sound crazy, but I'm the one you've been texting. You had the wrong number, but you seemed really frantic and worried. I'm Piers by the way. What's your name?"

"Hermione. My name's Hermione, and I was trying to text my friend, Harry, but now I don't know what to do, since I can't reach him apparently."

"Want to tell me what's going on? Maybe I can help you?"

"I've got an appointment, an ob-gyn appointment to see the baby my ex knocked me up with. The baby he's denying is his. Harry was supposed come for moral support," Hermione explained, tears streaming down her face.

"Wow, that's rough. Here," Piers handed her a tissue. "Look, I don't know you, you don't know me, but maybe this wasn't an accident? Maybe this is the universe trying to help both us? Come on, I'll sit with you through the appointment. I'll say whatever you'd like me to say. Afterwards, we could go grab some burgers and fries, with chocolate shakes?"

Hermione sniffled and nodded.

"Alright, let's go see this baby. Ready?"

"No," Hermione answered in a shaky voice. Piers took her hand.

"Great, neither am I, but just keep thinking about the nice juicy burger?"

Hermione nodded and allowed Piers to lead her inside and to the desk to register. She gave him a small smile wondering if maybe he was right. Maybe this was the universe's way of helping her move forward.