Title: LMPT:
chapter 2:Heated words
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The man walked slowly around the room, peering into each face. They all held sneers on their faces- cold expressions. Just what he liked to see. What he was going to propose to him wasn't for wusses. "People of Wizard London!" he cried. "I say the king has gone too far!"
There were loud cheers amongst the crowd.
"Marrying a Muggle-Born and then having a child by this Muggle-born?"
There were agreeing murmers.
"Excuse me," a young woman shot her hand into the air.
The man turned to her. "Yes, my dear?" he snapped.
"I think the king is a foolish child," she said. "But late queen Lily was Muggle- born. So…"
"That's in the past," he said bitterly. "Are you going to live in the past?" he asked the crowd.
There was a thunderous "NO!"
"Are you going to live in the present?" he asked.
"YES!"
"Then join me! Surrender yourselves to power! And you shall have your reward! You will rule under our glorious master! Help us to overthrow the royal family and give pure bloods back their rightful place! Our name has been wiped through the mud with a MUGGLE-BORN ruling alongside the king!"
The crowd cheered.
"Death to the Muggle Born!" he shouted.
"Death to the Muggle Born!" the crowd cheered.
"No!" Hermione snapped at Rachel's Morning nanny. Hermione really didn't want to have nannies- strangers in her opinion around her daughter, but with her public oppearances and helping rule London, it was impossible for her not have some help. So, to be extra careful, she appointed three nannies to Rachel. A morning, day, and night nanny. "I don't want her wearing that, it makes her look like a Peacock. No, nevermind, I'll do it, you go pack her Diaper bag and get her cloak out."
The nanny hurried away with a "Yes, ma'am."
"Putting you in brown robes, the nerve," Hermione scoffed, taking the brown robes off of Rachel. "If your father saw this…" her voice trailed off.
There was a quick knock and the door to the nursery burst open. Ron and Lavender walked in, arms around each other.
"Get lost?" Hermione asked, raising a brow. "We're about to leave."
"Just a little tied up," Lavender blushed.
Ron put on a grin. Hermione knew that grin. Harry had one just like it. The Let's-make-sweet-love-down-by-the-fire grin. "Nevermind," she said, blushing as well. "Let's go,"
At these words, Dubbs and Timms, Harry's bodyguards rushed into the room.
"You still have this lot?" Ron asked, grinning, walking up to Dubbs.
"They're for show, really," Hermione whispered. "You and I both know they don't have enough brain power between them to point themselves down a one way street."
Ron laughed.
Lavender walked over to Rachel, who was sleeping peacefully in Hermione's arms. She picked her up and smiled. "Awww, she's so cute!!!!"
Hermione smiled.
"Ron, when are we going to have one?" Lavender asked.
Ron checked his watch. "We're going to be late!"
"But Ronnie, you never answer me properly when I ask…" Lavender pouted.
"We'll talk about this later," Ron answered. "I'm going to go check on the carriage." He left the room.
Lavender sat down beside Hermione on the bed. Hermione put a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't think he'll ever be ready," Lavender moaned.
"No one's ever really ready," Hermione said. "I've read every book ever written about parenting, but it wasn't until I held her for the first time that I understood those books were rubbish."
"Ron hates to read,"
"Well, when I got pregnant, you just sort of make yourself ready. When you get pregnant, Ron will have to force himself to grow up. And he will, as soon as he feels your tummy for the first time, or feels your baby kick." Hermione smiled.
Lavender smiled weakly. "Thanks, Herm."
Hermione pushed Rachel in her coach down crowded Wizard London streets. Ron and Lavender were on either side of her, and around them were about ten body guards. (Dubbs and Timms followed along behind.)They stopped frequently for pictures and hugs, hearing nothing but kind and encouraging words. It wasn't until they were heading toward the Aristocratic side of Wizard London, where most of the Pure Bloods lived, did Hermione get a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"What's wrong?" Lavender asked her.
Hermione frowned. "I… just got a bad feeling,"
"Do you want to turn back?" a guard asked her.
"No, no." she said.
"Don't worry, you can do this," Ron said, giving her a hug. "You're a witch, remember?"
She smiled at him, and continued down the street.
Large manors passed on either side of them. All of the sudden, doors were opening, and witches and wizards were coming over to them. But none held cameras, or open arms for a hug. They held the same cold expression. Hermione stopped and stared at them. "Hello," she said.
There was dead silence… and then--- "Tarry and be hanged!" someone shouted.
An old witch was hobbling up to them.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked.
"Death to the Muggle-born!" someone else cried, from nearby.
"You should burn, Muggle!" another voice.
Ron tightened a grip on her shoulder.
"Good people," Hermione. "Why do you hate me so?"
"Your baby is an abomination!" another cold voice.
"Death to the Muggle-Born and child!"
"Let's get out of here," Ron said, turning to the guards. "They have a bee in their bonnet, Hermione, and they're probably going to attack us,"
"Ron!" Lavender shrieked, clutching his arm.
Hermione was speechless. She looked around at the crowd, whose eyes seethed with fury.
"There is only one master!" the old witch croaked, still hobbling forth.
"We have a situation," a guard was speaking into his wand. "Send the carriage straight away."
"We're on it," came the voice from his wand.
A second later, a golden carriage appeared next to them.
"Herm, come on!" Ron yelled, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the carriage. Lavender held Rachel close to her chest.
As soon as Ron, Lavender, Hermione and Rachel were inside, the guards shut the doors. A guard took out his wand and pointed it at the carriage. "Gabrio, Palace!"
And the carriage vanished.
They reappeared inside the palace grounds. Like Hogwarts, no one could apparate and disapparate inside the palace on your own. You had to be inside a palace carriage sent from the palace. It was high security measures. A few seconds later, guards were running from the palace and opening the carriage doors. Lavender got out, crying hysterically and still holding Rachel tight to her. Hermione was silent, staring at her hands.
"The king has been notified and is on his way," a guard told her threw the window.
"Rachel…" Hermione said. "Where's Rachel?"
"Lavender has her," Ron said soothingly, squeezing her hand. "C'mon, let's go inside."
"Okay…" Hermione let Ron lead her out of the carriage. She reached for Rachel, and started rocking her back and forth in her arms. "Oh, my baby… my precious baby…"
That night, Hermione dismissed the nanny and stood guard over her crib. She wasn't tired, and felt like she couldn't sleep again… ever. Those people… they looked at her with such fury and hatred. They hated her so much. But why?
"Hermione!" the door flung open and Harry rushed inside.
"Harry!" Hermione flung her arms around his neck and only then, did she start to cry.
"I'm so sorry," Harry said. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, we're all fine." She sobbed. "it was so horrible!"
"It must have been," Harry replied. "Are you sure you're okay?"
She nodded. "I've never seen anyone with so much hate in their eyes…"
Sirius appeared in the doorway a few seconds later. "Everything okay?"
Hermione nodded. "Yeah… I think so… why do they hate me?"
"Pure-bloods, no doubt?" Sirius asked.
She again nodded.
He shook his head. "Our guards are combing the area. Mostly everyone in that section is gone."
"Gone?" Harry asked. "They've moved?"
"Most of the houses are empty. It's probably just a small group of people, traveling from town to town, but we'll keep a watchful eye out for them." Sirius said. "The Minsitry is keeping a close watch."
"I want to cancel the ball," Hermione said.
"It's all over," Harry soothed.
"Please, Harry. O r at least post pone it, please." She sobbed. "I'm so worried about Rachel. I…"
"Okay," Harry said. "Sirius, send word to the Ministry that the ball has been post-poned until the Queen deems fit a time to have it."
Sirius bowed and left the doorway.
"Hey," Harry said. "You're okay. Rachel is okay. Ron and Lavender, they're okay. No one can hurt you. I'm here."
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder. How she wished she could believe that they were all going to be alright.
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