Harry's PoV

I woke up stiff. And on the Gryffindor common room couch. I must have dozed off reading last night after Ron beat me at the stupid chess game. "Good Morning Sleeping Ugly!" Ron slammed a pillow over my head.

"That's real nice of you. What time is it?" I asked as I slowly pulled myself up from the couch. "Almost eight." He said. I groaned. "You know I am not human until at least nine." "Well, the fair Hermione wishes that we have breakfast with her at 8:30, and then study for a mandatory time of 30 minutes with her in the library." Ron said. "And I don't think the fair princess would approve of you wearing the same clothing, and having missed a shower." "Fine. Just knock off the fake accent." I told him as I headed for the dorm. ~~~~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~~ Voldemort's lair. Ciara sat back in the chair. "You did it exactly how I told you correct? Even the aging bit." "YES. I aged it exactly to seven weeks." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hermione It was 8:35. They were late again. I began re-reading my DADA book again. The hall door banged open, Ron and Harry entered. I remembered my spider bites. Last night there had only been three, but today there were 6. I wonder if I should put up some sort of repelling charm. "Good morning Mione." The boys greeted me as they sat down. "You're late." I told them as I watched them eat. "Potter here took longer in the bathroom than Ginny does." Ron said. "Well Ron. If you wouldn't have stopped in the hall to chat up Susan Bones we still would have been on time." Harry said. "Ohhh, Does ickkle Ronnykins have a crush?" I couldn't help myself. "I don't have a crush on Susie!" Ron said. "Ohhhh so it's Susie now?" Harry shot back at him. "Knock it off you two. Please. Can I just leave my love life alone for once?" Ron asked turning quite the shade of red, about the same as his hair. "Fine Ron. Mione, can I have the coffee?" Harry asked. I grabbed the container and started to pour a cup for him. Suddenly the smell started to make me nauseous. "Excuse me." I managed to run to the nearest bathroom, Moaning Myrtle's. Where I promptly emptied the contents of my breakfast. "Mione?" I heard Harry and Ron enter the bathroom. "Yeah?" I called out. "Are you ok? You looked a little green back there." Ron said. "I think I'll be fine in a minute." I told them. "Ok." They both left. I exited the stall and rinsed my mouth out. Maybe I was getting the flu or something like that. I walked into the hallway. "Hermione Granger?" I turned around. One of the little first year Gryffindor girls, Kayle, was standing there. "Yes?" I asked her. "Professor Dumbledor asked to see you in his office." Kayle said. "Thanks for the message." I headed to the office. As I stood outside the Gargoyle I realized that I had no clue of what the password was. "Hello Hermione." Professor Olivia Bradwell, the latest DADA teacher was standing there. "Hello Professor." I greeted her. "I am here for the meeting as well. I believe that the password is Snot Bubbles." The Professor said. As soon as she said the password, the door opened. "Good Afternoon Miss Granger, and Hello Olivia." Professor Dumbledor was seated at his desk. "Now, Hermione, Olivia knows why you have been called here, and I shall leave it up to her to tell you why as well." I started to panic. "Are my parents ok?" I asked. "Yes, your parents are fine." Professor Dumbledor said. "Then why am I here?" I started to panic. Professor Bradwell spoke up. "Hermione we are under suspicions that you may have been chosen for a part of Voldemort's evil plan. Have you felt at all ill over the holidays?" She asked. "Not until this morning. I threw up after breakfast. For some odd reason the coffee smell got to me." I looked up to see an exchange of glances. "Please come with me to the Hospital wing immediately." Professor Bradwell said. I followed her. "What is wrong?" I asked her. "I am not sure if anything is, but proper precautions must be taken." She opened the Hospital wing door. There were no students around. Madame Pomfrey stuck her head out of her office door. "Oh dear. Olivia?" She questioned. "Yes, we have our suspicions." She answered Madame Pomfrey's unasked question. "Well, dearie, stick out your arm here." I help out my arm. She took a small vial full of blood. "This will just take a minute Olivia." She said for the Professors benefit. " Hermione, just hold tight here." She said as she joined Madame Pomfrey in a corner. **********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~********** Olivia and Poppy's conversation. "If it turns purple, she is. If it turns any other color, she isn't. If it is purple, I will test that to see how far." Poppy said. "I hope for her sake it's green or blue." Olivia said back. "It's turning now." Poppy held the vial and tapped it. It slowly turned blue, then red, and settled on the color not wanted by all, purple. "No." Olivia said. "Potions don't lie." Poppy said. "I'll add the time formula." She added a small amount of powder. The potion slowly turned green. "Seven weeks." Poppy said. "But there is still the off-hand chance that it isn't her. Will you ask her?" Olivia turned and walked to where Hermione was seated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~ I watched as the two conferred. Soon Professor Bradwell walked over to me. "Hermione, I am going to ask you a question, however I do not want you to take it the wrong way. Are you a virgin?" She asked. "Yes, as a matter of fact I am. I don't even have a boyfriend currently, and I plan on remaining so until I am married." I told her, a bit abrasively. "Hermione, I have to tell you this slowly, and please do not run when I tell you." She took a deep breath. "Hermione, you are seven weeks pregnant." She looked at me. I heard a door slam. Cho Chang had chosen that moment to walk in. She obviously had heard because she hightailed it out quiet fast. "That is impossible." I told her. "I am a virgin." "Do you have any strange and unusual marks?" She asked. I remembered the spider bites. "Yes." I lifted up my shirt and showed her the bites. She called Madame Pomfrey over. "Poppy, these aren't spider bites?" She asked. The nurse had a closer look. "No, they are hypodermic needle marks. And they are the exact kind that fertility specialists use for in vitro fertilization." She said. "Olivia, go tell the Professor now!" She had a sense of urgency in her voice. The Professor left. "Hermione are you feeling alright?" She asked me. "NO I AM NOT!" I shouted at her. "YOU MUST BE OBVUIOUSLY WRONG TO THINK THAT OF ME." I took a deep breath. "I am not pregnant, and Cho is going to tell the whole fucking school that I am." I started to cry. Professor Bradwell came back in. She wrapped her arms around me. I sobbed. She started to explain some thing to me. "Hermione. First of all, this is not your fault. Voldemort has found out a way to reincarnate himself, however, he needs a child to do that. In order to work properly, this child must have a witch, and a powerful one, as a mother. She also must be a virgin. To maintain purity. He chose you. Now there may be a way to stop this from happening, however, it must wait until after the child is born." I had stopped sobbing, and was just hiccupping at that point. "So what your saying is that I am carrying Voldemort's child?" I asked her, sobs starting to form again. "No, He needs a child not related to him. Yet powerful." She said. The door burst open again. Ron and Harry pounded through. "Hermione? Is it true what Cho said?" Ron asked. Still being held in Professor Bradwell's arms I nodded. "I'll kill the fucking bastard." Harry said. I had never heard works like this out of his mouth. "I swear to god he will be dead before tomorrow morning. Who did this?" He asked. I shook my head at them. "Tell me please." He asked kneeling near where I was sitting. "Right now, Harry, we are not certain who is the father of Hermione's child." The Professor spoke. "And it is not directly their fault. May I explain?" She asked me. I nodded. "Hermione is part of a plot that Voldemort had plotted to help in his reincarnation. She was in vitro fertilized with eggs that had been aged slightly, by approximately seven weeks. He did not impregnate her himself, seeing as that is not only impossible, but in doing so would ruin his chances of this being a truly pure child." She told them as I sat there. Soon Professor Dumbledor walked in. "Hello students. Olivia if I may speak with you and Poppy in her office momentarily." The Professors walked into the office. Harry sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me. "I knew I should have made sure the bastard was dead last year." I spoke up, my voice cracking. "It's not your fault Harry." Ron moved to the other side. "It's going to be fine Hermione." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****************~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The office Conversation "Poppy, seven weeks?" Albus asked. "And one day." She said. "Any thoughts as to who he is using as the father?" Olivia asked. "Who is the one person he hates the most? Who has he not been able to kill for almost 18 years?" Albus said. The two women looked at each other then out the office window to the three students. One black-haired boy with a scar, a still crying cinnamon colored girl, and a fiery redhead boy all sat on the same bed. "And in his own words he said he would kill the fucking bastard who was the father." Olivia said. "Shall I test him?" Poppy asked. "Yes, but first send Ronald out to try and stop the damage that a certain student may have started to cause." Albus said. "Ron?" Olivia called out. He came to the door. "Would you please try to find Cho and get her to shut up, then take her to my office. I believe I shall be planning a few detention hours for her." Cho had failed most of her 6th year classes and had to repeat a grade making her graduate a year late. "Yes Professor." Ron walked out the door. "Harry?" Olivia called. He walked over to them as well. "Stick out your arm." Poppy said. He did so without asking. She with drew a small vial of blood. She then mixed that with what remained of the bottle she had drawn from Hermione. It turned purple almost immediately. "That's what I thought was going to happen." Albus said. "What?" Harry looked at the adults. It seemed to hit him. "No. He fucked with my life enough, now he has to screw up one of my best friends? Using me." "I'm sorry to say that you are right Harry." Albus said. "Please head to my office, I wish to speak with you more on the subject. Do not say anything to Miss Granger. I shall speak to her myself. Tell her you are running an errand for me." Harry stormed out the door telling Hermione he was running an errand. ~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~ Hermione again Harry was called to the office, spoke with the adults for a few minutes then left, enraged. "Where are you going?" I asked him. "I am running an errand." He told me, slamming the door shut as he left. He still seemed angry. "Hermione?" Professor Bradwell came out of the office. "Yes?" I timidly asked her. " I am going to escort you to your dormitory momentarily. Meet me in the great Hall in a few minutes. You may want to retrieve your things from The Great hall that I believe you left there during breakfast." She seemed preoccupied at the moment. I slowly walked to the Great Hall, where the clock read 10:02. It had hardly been an hour since I ate breakfast. I found my books were right where I had left them. Lavender and Parvati were sitting there. "Hermione?" Lavender asked. "Is it true what Cho told us?" She asked as I grabbed my things. "Please tell us Hermione. We are your friends." Parvati said. I sat between the two. "Yes" I said to the two of them. "To some extent what Cho said is true." "Who is the father?" Lavender asked. "I don't know. It's all some fucked up plan that You-Know-Who cooked up to try and reincarnate himself." "It's going to be fine, Hermione." Parvati told me. "We will make sure that Cho sets the record straight. She told us that you were probably sleeping with Malfoy, and that Professor Dumbledor was going to expel you. "Cho is a stupid idiot." I told them. "I have to meet Professor Bradwell now."