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Ok, here's the deal. I don't own these characters, I never will. I don't have a penny to my name that the government doesn't own through my student loans. Have mercy, don't sue. The plot is mine, don't plagiarize. This will be continued when I can type the parts. The more responses I get the faster I will type.
Read the Warnings!!! If you flame me, I may curse at you in 4 languages and it won't be pretty.
Warnings: This will be slash (Severus/ Harry eventually, maybe Remus/Black) There is also implied Het. This will also be MPREG. Do not flame me for any of these reasons.
Right..ummm. on with the story.
Unexpected Blessings (1/?)
Hermione Finnigan strode down the hall, determined not to be any later than necessary to the Order of the Pheonix meeting. She and Seamus had already been running late when they had left Hogsmeade and when a sudden nausea had overcome her, she detoured through a student bathroom and sent Seamus ahead. He had not wanted to go, but she had convinced him that delaying the meeting would be worse, so he had gone on, grumbling the entire time. The staircase she had taken after leaving the bathroom had propelled her down this hallway that she hadn't used in school and rarely after, but she remembered that it would take her to the Headmaster's office eventually. She had almost arrived when she ran smack into a familiar chest.
"Hello Hermione."
"Harry! Hello! You running late too?" Hermione looked up at the smiling but tired face of one of her best friends, absently checking his face for signs of illness as he gently set her back on her feet.
"Yes. Care to share a staircase?"
Hermione took his arm with a giggle, smiling at the gentlemanly offer, and after a quick "Marshmallow peeps" to the gargoyle, rode the staircase up to the meeting. They slipped in the back carefully so as to not disturb the auror who was reporting on his mission. Harry spotted a free chair and urged Hermione toward it, but before she let go of his arm, she dragged him close to whisper "Seamus and I have some news for you. Meet us after the meeting in his office?"
At Harry's nod of acceptance, she went and took her seat. A few moments later, familiar hands began massaging her neck as Seamus perched on the arm of the chair. Three other reports went by after the first auror, including Sirius Black. All of their reports were similar as they were assigned to protect or gather certain artifacts and information that Voldemort's agents had shown an interest in. These were turned over to Dumbledore, who in turn passed them over to members who could research and experiment with them, always searching for means to curtail and destroy Voldemort. One of these artifacts had been highly successful in the past, buying Harry and his class enough time to finish their training and graduate before being destroyed by the power it was containing.
One of the reports and the object that had been retrieved raised a small debate as the use of this artifact walked the fine line between harsh and Unforgivable. Dumbledore let the debate go on for a while, but when most in the room started showing signs of frustration, he ended the discussion in favor of those who wanted to use the artifact, but with more restrictions than they had anticipated. Hermione watched this transpire with a cool eye, responding infrequently when one side or the other appealed to her knowledge as a reference. The sight of acknowledged experts and people in positions of great power asking a 23 year old woman for her agreement was quite amusing, but Hermione, quite used to this sight by now, did not smile. Dumbledore, noticing her abilities and desire for knowledge, had asked her just prior to graduation if she would undergo a little known and less frequently performed ritual in order to become a font, also known as a living, reasoning pensieve. She had enthusiastically agreed, and after a year of intensive study, and painful, terrifying potions and transmutations, she had become a living library, capable of remembering anything that she ever read or saw without error.
Once the debate died down and Dumbledore was ready, he raised a few questions, assigned new missions, and generally finished the meeting. Once dismissed, the group mostly left right away, too busy and worn down with the war to remain and socialize. Even Sirius left after a moment with his adult godson. Once they were done, Harry left the office and Hermione and Seamus followed him down the staircase, nodding their goodbyes to Dumbledore on their way out. Once they reached the DADA classroom, Seamus led them to his private workroom in the back and opened the door. He had been appointed to teach DADA right after announcing his engagement to Hermione, and while neither of them were blind to Dumbledore's manipulative efforts on their behalf, they were both almost selfishly glad that both of them had ways to contribute to the war effort without being on the front lines.
Hermione sat in her favorite chair and Harry, after a brief glance at the new items in the room, sat in his. Harry, unable to fight the pressure from the wizarding world, had been pressured into accelerated Auror training before becoming the lead wizard on the Minister of Magic's primary squad. He had been extremely busy, intervening in attacks and investigating possible Death Eaters, so he had precious little time to visit even his closest friends, but he still made time for Hermione, Seamus, and Ron. Hermione cleared her throat and gave a small nervous grin. The alteration in her brain chemistry, necessary to make her a font, had emphasized her precision, making her seem emotionless and cold to people who didn't know her very well, but to those who did, Hermione was still the confident, persistently affectionate girl that she had been in school.
Hermione opened her mouth and closed it several times, looking a bit like a fish, but she couldn't get any words out. She sent a pleading look at her husband, who chuckled quietly before saying "Hermione's pregnant, Harry."
Harry looked from one to the other quickly, checking to see if it was a joke before jumping up and congratulating them both joyfully. Hermione giggled from the big hug and smacking kiss that Harry had given her, and Seamus' had hurt from the enthusiastic handshake, but they didn't doubt Harry's delight. The antics went on for a while, and various exclamations flew before they all calmed down enough to sit and talk again.
"When's the baby due?"
"In seven months, just after Halloween," Hermione replied, glowing.
"That's wonderful.. Had a little too much fun at the Valentine's Dance did you?"
To be continued.
Ok, here's the deal. I don't own these characters, I never will. I don't have a penny to my name that the government doesn't own through my student loans. Have mercy, don't sue. The plot is mine, don't plagiarize. This will be continued when I can type the parts. The more responses I get the faster I will type.
Read the Warnings!!! If you flame me, I may curse at you in 4 languages and it won't be pretty.
Warnings: This will be slash (Severus/ Harry eventually, maybe Remus/Black) There is also implied Het. This will also be MPREG. Do not flame me for any of these reasons.
Right..ummm. on with the story.
Unexpected Blessings (1/?)
Hermione Finnigan strode down the hall, determined not to be any later than necessary to the Order of the Pheonix meeting. She and Seamus had already been running late when they had left Hogsmeade and when a sudden nausea had overcome her, she detoured through a student bathroom and sent Seamus ahead. He had not wanted to go, but she had convinced him that delaying the meeting would be worse, so he had gone on, grumbling the entire time. The staircase she had taken after leaving the bathroom had propelled her down this hallway that she hadn't used in school and rarely after, but she remembered that it would take her to the Headmaster's office eventually. She had almost arrived when she ran smack into a familiar chest.
"Hello Hermione."
"Harry! Hello! You running late too?" Hermione looked up at the smiling but tired face of one of her best friends, absently checking his face for signs of illness as he gently set her back on her feet.
"Yes. Care to share a staircase?"
Hermione took his arm with a giggle, smiling at the gentlemanly offer, and after a quick "Marshmallow peeps" to the gargoyle, rode the staircase up to the meeting. They slipped in the back carefully so as to not disturb the auror who was reporting on his mission. Harry spotted a free chair and urged Hermione toward it, but before she let go of his arm, she dragged him close to whisper "Seamus and I have some news for you. Meet us after the meeting in his office?"
At Harry's nod of acceptance, she went and took her seat. A few moments later, familiar hands began massaging her neck as Seamus perched on the arm of the chair. Three other reports went by after the first auror, including Sirius Black. All of their reports were similar as they were assigned to protect or gather certain artifacts and information that Voldemort's agents had shown an interest in. These were turned over to Dumbledore, who in turn passed them over to members who could research and experiment with them, always searching for means to curtail and destroy Voldemort. One of these artifacts had been highly successful in the past, buying Harry and his class enough time to finish their training and graduate before being destroyed by the power it was containing.
One of the reports and the object that had been retrieved raised a small debate as the use of this artifact walked the fine line between harsh and Unforgivable. Dumbledore let the debate go on for a while, but when most in the room started showing signs of frustration, he ended the discussion in favor of those who wanted to use the artifact, but with more restrictions than they had anticipated. Hermione watched this transpire with a cool eye, responding infrequently when one side or the other appealed to her knowledge as a reference. The sight of acknowledged experts and people in positions of great power asking a 23 year old woman for her agreement was quite amusing, but Hermione, quite used to this sight by now, did not smile. Dumbledore, noticing her abilities and desire for knowledge, had asked her just prior to graduation if she would undergo a little known and less frequently performed ritual in order to become a font, also known as a living, reasoning pensieve. She had enthusiastically agreed, and after a year of intensive study, and painful, terrifying potions and transmutations, she had become a living library, capable of remembering anything that she ever read or saw without error.
Once the debate died down and Dumbledore was ready, he raised a few questions, assigned new missions, and generally finished the meeting. Once dismissed, the group mostly left right away, too busy and worn down with the war to remain and socialize. Even Sirius left after a moment with his adult godson. Once they were done, Harry left the office and Hermione and Seamus followed him down the staircase, nodding their goodbyes to Dumbledore on their way out. Once they reached the DADA classroom, Seamus led them to his private workroom in the back and opened the door. He had been appointed to teach DADA right after announcing his engagement to Hermione, and while neither of them were blind to Dumbledore's manipulative efforts on their behalf, they were both almost selfishly glad that both of them had ways to contribute to the war effort without being on the front lines.
Hermione sat in her favorite chair and Harry, after a brief glance at the new items in the room, sat in his. Harry, unable to fight the pressure from the wizarding world, had been pressured into accelerated Auror training before becoming the lead wizard on the Minister of Magic's primary squad. He had been extremely busy, intervening in attacks and investigating possible Death Eaters, so he had precious little time to visit even his closest friends, but he still made time for Hermione, Seamus, and Ron. Hermione cleared her throat and gave a small nervous grin. The alteration in her brain chemistry, necessary to make her a font, had emphasized her precision, making her seem emotionless and cold to people who didn't know her very well, but to those who did, Hermione was still the confident, persistently affectionate girl that she had been in school.
Hermione opened her mouth and closed it several times, looking a bit like a fish, but she couldn't get any words out. She sent a pleading look at her husband, who chuckled quietly before saying "Hermione's pregnant, Harry."
Harry looked from one to the other quickly, checking to see if it was a joke before jumping up and congratulating them both joyfully. Hermione giggled from the big hug and smacking kiss that Harry had given her, and Seamus' had hurt from the enthusiastic handshake, but they didn't doubt Harry's delight. The antics went on for a while, and various exclamations flew before they all calmed down enough to sit and talk again.
"When's the baby due?"
"In seven months, just after Halloween," Hermione replied, glowing.
"That's wonderful.. Had a little too much fun at the Valentine's Dance did you?"
To be continued.