*********~~~~~~~~~********Harry's view again.
Why her. Why did he have to use Hermione? He has fucked up my life
enough as it is; now he had to us my best friend. I sat stewing in
Dumbledor's office. Why me? Could he have not found two other people to use
in his screwed up plans for the world. I love Hermione like a sister. And
now that I see her hurting, god! Why couldn't I have gone back to check
that he was dead last year? I know why, he had hit Hermione with a curse
and I wanted to get her help as soon as possible. I sent her back to the
school, and when I turned back around, he was gone. I started to slam my
head on the armrest of the chair. Now I'd ruined Hermione's life. I should
have made sure I finished Voldemort off before I sent her for help, now,
it's even worse. We haven't even taken our NEWTS yet. How the hell is she
supposed to not flake out on them? She'll freeze if she is stressed.
"Hello Harry." I looked up. Sirius was standing in the doorway.
"Please kill me now." I told him. "I know I haven't been as
responsible as I should have been. I know I should have told Dumbledor that
my scar hurt the other night. I know I should have told him that I couldn't
remember what happened after the Quidditch match three weeks ago when I
wound up in the trophy room and had no clue how I had gotten there. I just
wanted a normal life for one year. Now it's way past normal. Now I've
gotten Hermione hurt in the process. And what the hell am I supposed to do
now?" I started to panic. "I'm not even 18. Why is this all happening to
me."
"Harry drink this." Sirius handed me a bottle. I then drained the
contents. I immediately started to calm down. He gave me a calming potion.
"Now, Albus told me what has happened. It is not your fault. You are
only 17 and do deserve a normal life. You haven't hurt Hermione. I do agree
that you should have told Albus about your scar hurting, and your loss of
memory. But you are a kid you don't know everything. What I wouldn't do for
the ability to ask your dad and mum what to do now." Sirius got the far off
look in his eyes again.
"I'm sorry." I told him.
"None of this is your fault son. Just a misfortunate accident."
Sirius told me as he looked into the fire. "Albus must be having some
problems getting a hold of Hermione's parents." I started to panic again.
"Mr. Granger is going to kill me. Mrs. Granger will try to strangle
me." I started to think of places that I could hide.
"Not while I am here. This is not your fault, nor is it Hermione's."
Sirius said again.
"Hello Sirius, and Harry." Dumbledor came into his office. "Matters
have taken a little time to try and work out. I have not been able to get a
hold of Hermione's parents. They seem to be still off on holiday."
~~~~~~~~~********************~~~~~~ Hermione's view again.
"Hermione?" I snapped up seeing the Professor standing near me.
"Let's go to your dorm and have you change and fix your self up a
bit. Professor Dumbledor wishes to speak to you. He has figured out the
father, another student here." I breathed out a small sigh of relief, at
least it wasn't a Death Eater.
We walked to my dorm, it being on the other side of the school. As
we walked, the Professor started to talk.
"Hermione?" She asked.
"Yes?" I looked at her.
"If you need any help with anything, don't hesitate to ask, even
though we only have 5 weeks left of the school year, owl me at any time.
Just to talk even." She stopped and gave me another hug. "The Professor has
formulated a plan for when you take your NEWTS. You and the father will
have your memories wiped of these events the mornings of the tests. After
they are all finished those, each takes approximately an hour and a half,
and there are three one day, four the next, your memories shall be
returned. This way you are not preoccupied during the tests." She finished
as we entered my dormitory. I thanked God for small favors, seeing as
Malfoy was not present. I quickly changed into a nicer looking dress and
brushed my hair. I also fixed my mascara and other makeup so I didn't look
like a raccoon. We walked at a fairly fast pace to the office where
Professor Bradwell stated the password fast.
As we rushed up the stairs I heard Professor Dumbledor talking.
"I haven't been able to get a hold of Hermione's parents. They seem
to still be off on holiday."
I spoke up. "They are on holiday until I graduate. They didn't tell
me where they were going." Professor Bradwell opened the doorway fully and
I saw Harry and Sirius sitting in two of the chairs. I tried to grip the
chair in front of me as I fell.
~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~ Harry again.
"Catch her!" Sirius called out. I leaped up and caught her just before she
hit the floor. She had fainted.
"You didn't tell her?" I accused Professor Bradwell as I laid Mione
on the couch in the office.
"I thought it would be better if she found out on her own." The
Professor said. They worked to revive her.
"Great. Just great. She will probably never speak to me again. I
didn't tell her when I first found out, you didn't tell her. Obviously no
one cares about her feelings." I stormed out of the office and headed out
to where I could thing. The Quidditch Pitch. I grabbed my broom from the
locker room and started to fly around. I looked at the large clock mounted
near the field. It was half past eleven. I had no appetite for any lunch at
all. I just wanted to fly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*************~~~~~~~~ Albus's office
"She is coming around now." Olivia said.
"God. I think that she has had an awful day." Sirius said.
"NO No No No No NO." Hermione said as she started to wake up.
"My best friend is not the father of this baby." She sat up suddenly.
"WHY DIDN"T YOU TELL ME BEFORE? You knew it was him." She accused Olivia. She, following a similar path to Harry's, stormed out of the office. "This has not gone well at all." I told Sirius and Olivia as they sat down. "We have no way of getting a hold of Hermione's parents, do we Albus?" Olivia asked as she thought. "No, the only way would be if we knew where they were. They must be coming for the graduation ceremonies." I told her. "Can this wait five weeks? To do nothing until then, seeing as Hermione is under 18, she needs an adult guardian to sign for any doctor visits." Sirius said as we sat and contemplated. I remembered the sheets that all parents, or guardians signed at the beginning of a student's term here, in case of emergency, giving us temporary guardianship. " We have the right to get medical care for her. Her parents signed the release sheets." I told them. "Olivia, will you take her the day after exams are finished. That is in two weeks time. She seems to consider you a type of mentor." I asked. "I wouldn't mind." Olivia told me. "Sirius, another reason I asked you here was to give you the keys to Harry's house. The summer home that James's owned. I had been given the keys when they went into hiding, promised that if anything happened to them, that Harry would get the house when he graduates. That is approaching fast, and I want to make sure that things are in order." I handed the three sets of keys to him. "This third set are the four remaining vaults at Gringotts. All given to Harry the day he graduates. Numbers 568, 902, 823 and 1993. The house is fully furnished, and the kitchen shall be stocked when he decides to move there." I told Sirius. "Now, just to make sure things are all right, Sirius, please go talk to Hermione, I believe you will find her in the Astronomy tower. Olivia, please talk to Harry, you will find him on the pitch. But wait a little while, to give them time to think for a while." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~ Hermione I had run to the place that I knew held secrets. The Astronomy tower. It was the tallest tower in the school. From there you could see forever. This morning, I thought we would finish a normal year at Hogwarts, with no major catastrophes, or incidents. Now, it's hardly one in the afternoon, and I am pregnant. I haven't graduated yet, and I am not even 18. I don't turn 18 until September fourth. I figured out that towards the end of November is when the baby will be due. It's had to not think of myself as one person. I've been up her for about an hour now, thinking. Harry has been flying around since I got up here. I can see him from the open window. I wish he wasn't involved in this matter at all. Harry had never gotten a chance to live a normal life, and now he sure as hell won't. He has already gotten offers to play for just about any Quidditch team. He also has been looking into Auror training. He needs to live his own life for a while, not to be dumped into another where he has a child. I have no clue what Voldemort is going to try and do before the baby is born or after it is. I know that this will probably not make my parents happy, they are even iffy on the fact that I am a witch. Then there is the fact that I am pregnant, and unmarried. "Hermione?" I turned and saw Sirius, formerly Snuffles standing in the doorway. "Are you ok?" He sat next to me on the window seat. "Yes, I'm fine." I told him lying. "If you are ok, then why are you crying?" He asked. He pulled out a large monogrammed handkerchief that he handed to me. I used it to dab at my eyes. "I guess I am scared. And confused." I told him. "Sound to me a little more like frightened, and majorly confused to me." He said. "But then what do I know? I am always in the dog house." He transfigured himself into his dog form and back again. I smiled. "That's better. I like to see you smile. Now, seriously, please do not blame yourself, there is nothing you could have done to stop this. We had no way of knowing that He was going to use you and Harry. If we would have know, we would have done something to stop him." Sirius said. "I know that. I just feel bad for putting Harry in another situation, that doesn't help him lead a normal life. He needs normality, not a fiasco." I told him as I looked out the window again. Harry was no longer flying around. "Hermione, this is not a fiasco. You both can continue to live normal lives; the only difference is that there will be a kid out there that shares your genes. There is adoption, and as soon as we know what move He will take, the sooner we can get the two of you back to normal lives." Sirius said as he handed me another handkerchief. "I'm not sure if that is what I want." I told him. "I have a hard time imagining that I could just give up a part of me. I would be perfectly fine with being a single mom, or if Harry wants, to share custody. Only if that is what Harry is fine with as well. It has to be a decision that he agrees to." I told him. "I also don't want Harry to feel obligated to marry me. And you better make sure to tell him that. I know how Harry can be a nice guy, but I don't want him to be too nice." I told Sirius. "I'll make sure I do tell him that." Sirius said. ~~~~~~~~~~~********~~~~~~~ Harry's PoV. It's almost one. I've been flying for an hour and a half. I wish that this would have finished out being a normal year, no strange happening, jut a year of school. Now one of the people I have considered to be my best friend for the past seven years is pregnant with my child. I didn't sleep with her, then dump her, which makes me feel a bit better. Still, I am now a dad. This is not how I thought I would start my first year of life without the Dursleys or Sirius, as a dad. I still haven't even made any concrete plans with what to do, unlike Hermione. She knows exactly what she wants to do. Be an editor for Flourish and Blotts, re-write an updated version of Hogwarts: A History, and write more history of magic books, possible even a few on Arithmacy and Potions. She had her life planned, and now because of our friendship I fucked it up. If I hadn't let Voldemort get near her so many times, this wouldn't have happened. He would have never even heard of Hermione Granger. "Harry?" I looked down and saw Professor Bradwell standing on the ground near the concessions stand. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I yelled down. I still can't believe she didn't tell Hermione when they first found out I was the father. "Will you please come down and talk to me for a bit? She asked. "Fine." I came to a halt inches away from where she was sitting at one of the tables the kept near the concession area. "We need to talk." She said. I hopped off of my broom and sat at another chair at the table. "Fine." "I'm sorry that I didn't tell Hermione when we first found out. I though she would take it better from you than from anyone else. It isn't your fault that this happened. We had no way of predicting who he would use, or even when he was planning on doing this to anyone." She said. "There is something I could have done. I could have made sure that I finished him back in 6th year. I could have made sure that Hermione was never involved in the stuff that made Voldemort aware she existed." I told her. "You weren't going to leave her behind at the TriWizard tournament during your fourth year. You cared about her then." The Professor said. "And I still do. She is my best friend. I hurt her now." I told her. "Harry. You did not impregnate Hermione. Someone else did that, and left a record from the hypodermic needle marks. What did you do this morning when she got sick?" She asked me. "I followed her and made sure she was ok." I told her. "And you did not wreck any lives. You and Hermione can always give the baby up for adoption." She told me. I thought about that for a minute. "I really don't think I could do that, knowing that somewhere would be a kid that had my genes, yet I didn't help to raise it. I wouldn't want to be a dad that was never around, I would want to be active in it's life. I wouldn't want Hermione to be abandoned." I told her. "Are you starting to feel a bit better now, that you have had a chance to think and talk?" She asked me. "Yeah, this is just had to comprehend all at once." I told her. "Well, would you mind continuing this over lunch? I had some things saved and set aside. We can talk more in my office." She said. "Isn't Cho still there with Ron?" I asked. "No. Miss Chang has had to pay for her actions severely. And Mr. Weasley has already eaten, however I suggest that you and Hermione speak with him about the events today." She said. "Now I suggest we head in." I followed her into the school, first putting my broom back. ~~~~~~~~~~******~~~~~~~ Sirius and I sat in silence a bit longer. "Hermione?" He asked. "Yes?" I asked. "Would you mind if we went and got some lunch, I had them save us some, and continue anything else you want to talk about in Albus's office?" Sirius asked. I remembered I hadn't eaten anything since this morning, and most of that I had thrown up. "Sounds fine to me.
"WHY DIDN"T YOU TELL ME BEFORE? You knew it was him." She accused Olivia. She, following a similar path to Harry's, stormed out of the office. "This has not gone well at all." I told Sirius and Olivia as they sat down. "We have no way of getting a hold of Hermione's parents, do we Albus?" Olivia asked as she thought. "No, the only way would be if we knew where they were. They must be coming for the graduation ceremonies." I told her. "Can this wait five weeks? To do nothing until then, seeing as Hermione is under 18, she needs an adult guardian to sign for any doctor visits." Sirius said as we sat and contemplated. I remembered the sheets that all parents, or guardians signed at the beginning of a student's term here, in case of emergency, giving us temporary guardianship. " We have the right to get medical care for her. Her parents signed the release sheets." I told them. "Olivia, will you take her the day after exams are finished. That is in two weeks time. She seems to consider you a type of mentor." I asked. "I wouldn't mind." Olivia told me. "Sirius, another reason I asked you here was to give you the keys to Harry's house. The summer home that James's owned. I had been given the keys when they went into hiding, promised that if anything happened to them, that Harry would get the house when he graduates. That is approaching fast, and I want to make sure that things are in order." I handed the three sets of keys to him. "This third set are the four remaining vaults at Gringotts. All given to Harry the day he graduates. Numbers 568, 902, 823 and 1993. The house is fully furnished, and the kitchen shall be stocked when he decides to move there." I told Sirius. "Now, just to make sure things are all right, Sirius, please go talk to Hermione, I believe you will find her in the Astronomy tower. Olivia, please talk to Harry, you will find him on the pitch. But wait a little while, to give them time to think for a while." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~ Hermione I had run to the place that I knew held secrets. The Astronomy tower. It was the tallest tower in the school. From there you could see forever. This morning, I thought we would finish a normal year at Hogwarts, with no major catastrophes, or incidents. Now, it's hardly one in the afternoon, and I am pregnant. I haven't graduated yet, and I am not even 18. I don't turn 18 until September fourth. I figured out that towards the end of November is when the baby will be due. It's had to not think of myself as one person. I've been up her for about an hour now, thinking. Harry has been flying around since I got up here. I can see him from the open window. I wish he wasn't involved in this matter at all. Harry had never gotten a chance to live a normal life, and now he sure as hell won't. He has already gotten offers to play for just about any Quidditch team. He also has been looking into Auror training. He needs to live his own life for a while, not to be dumped into another where he has a child. I have no clue what Voldemort is going to try and do before the baby is born or after it is. I know that this will probably not make my parents happy, they are even iffy on the fact that I am a witch. Then there is the fact that I am pregnant, and unmarried. "Hermione?" I turned and saw Sirius, formerly Snuffles standing in the doorway. "Are you ok?" He sat next to me on the window seat. "Yes, I'm fine." I told him lying. "If you are ok, then why are you crying?" He asked. He pulled out a large monogrammed handkerchief that he handed to me. I used it to dab at my eyes. "I guess I am scared. And confused." I told him. "Sound to me a little more like frightened, and majorly confused to me." He said. "But then what do I know? I am always in the dog house." He transfigured himself into his dog form and back again. I smiled. "That's better. I like to see you smile. Now, seriously, please do not blame yourself, there is nothing you could have done to stop this. We had no way of knowing that He was going to use you and Harry. If we would have know, we would have done something to stop him." Sirius said. "I know that. I just feel bad for putting Harry in another situation, that doesn't help him lead a normal life. He needs normality, not a fiasco." I told him as I looked out the window again. Harry was no longer flying around. "Hermione, this is not a fiasco. You both can continue to live normal lives; the only difference is that there will be a kid out there that shares your genes. There is adoption, and as soon as we know what move He will take, the sooner we can get the two of you back to normal lives." Sirius said as he handed me another handkerchief. "I'm not sure if that is what I want." I told him. "I have a hard time imagining that I could just give up a part of me. I would be perfectly fine with being a single mom, or if Harry wants, to share custody. Only if that is what Harry is fine with as well. It has to be a decision that he agrees to." I told him. "I also don't want Harry to feel obligated to marry me. And you better make sure to tell him that. I know how Harry can be a nice guy, but I don't want him to be too nice." I told Sirius. "I'll make sure I do tell him that." Sirius said. ~~~~~~~~~~~********~~~~~~~ Harry's PoV. It's almost one. I've been flying for an hour and a half. I wish that this would have finished out being a normal year, no strange happening, jut a year of school. Now one of the people I have considered to be my best friend for the past seven years is pregnant with my child. I didn't sleep with her, then dump her, which makes me feel a bit better. Still, I am now a dad. This is not how I thought I would start my first year of life without the Dursleys or Sirius, as a dad. I still haven't even made any concrete plans with what to do, unlike Hermione. She knows exactly what she wants to do. Be an editor for Flourish and Blotts, re-write an updated version of Hogwarts: A History, and write more history of magic books, possible even a few on Arithmacy and Potions. She had her life planned, and now because of our friendship I fucked it up. If I hadn't let Voldemort get near her so many times, this wouldn't have happened. He would have never even heard of Hermione Granger. "Harry?" I looked down and saw Professor Bradwell standing on the ground near the concessions stand. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I yelled down. I still can't believe she didn't tell Hermione when they first found out I was the father. "Will you please come down and talk to me for a bit? She asked. "Fine." I came to a halt inches away from where she was sitting at one of the tables the kept near the concession area. "We need to talk." She said. I hopped off of my broom and sat at another chair at the table. "Fine." "I'm sorry that I didn't tell Hermione when we first found out. I though she would take it better from you than from anyone else. It isn't your fault that this happened. We had no way of predicting who he would use, or even when he was planning on doing this to anyone." She said. "There is something I could have done. I could have made sure that I finished him back in 6th year. I could have made sure that Hermione was never involved in the stuff that made Voldemort aware she existed." I told her. "You weren't going to leave her behind at the TriWizard tournament during your fourth year. You cared about her then." The Professor said. "And I still do. She is my best friend. I hurt her now." I told her. "Harry. You did not impregnate Hermione. Someone else did that, and left a record from the hypodermic needle marks. What did you do this morning when she got sick?" She asked me. "I followed her and made sure she was ok." I told her. "And you did not wreck any lives. You and Hermione can always give the baby up for adoption." She told me. I thought about that for a minute. "I really don't think I could do that, knowing that somewhere would be a kid that had my genes, yet I didn't help to raise it. I wouldn't want to be a dad that was never around, I would want to be active in it's life. I wouldn't want Hermione to be abandoned." I told her. "Are you starting to feel a bit better now, that you have had a chance to think and talk?" She asked me. "Yeah, this is just had to comprehend all at once." I told her. "Well, would you mind continuing this over lunch? I had some things saved and set aside. We can talk more in my office." She said. "Isn't Cho still there with Ron?" I asked. "No. Miss Chang has had to pay for her actions severely. And Mr. Weasley has already eaten, however I suggest that you and Hermione speak with him about the events today." She said. "Now I suggest we head in." I followed her into the school, first putting my broom back. ~~~~~~~~~~******~~~~~~~ Sirius and I sat in silence a bit longer. "Hermione?" He asked. "Yes?" I asked. "Would you mind if we went and got some lunch, I had them save us some, and continue anything else you want to talk about in Albus's office?" Sirius asked. I remembered I hadn't eaten anything since this morning, and most of that I had thrown up. "Sounds fine to me.
