A.N. Hey, sorry it took so long to up-date the last chapter. I had writer's block!
CHAPTER 5
Home Again
Harry and Hermione appeared back in their flat two weeks later with a loud POP. Harry wasn't holding Hermione now, only the luggage. He ran to the bedroom and put the luggage on the bed. He went back downstairs only to find Hermione on the couch reading a book. He smiled. Why didn't he figure that's what she would do as soon as they got home?
Harry sat down next to her on the couch and put his arm around her. Hermione looked up from her book and smiled at him, giving him a kiss. He pulled away and smiled back.
"I've been thinking," he said.
"Yeah?" she asked him.
"If we're going to have kids, then we should get a house."
"What's wrong with the flat?"
"Nothing, except that it only has one bedroom.
"So?"
"So, when our kids get older, they're not gonna want to sleep in the same room as us."
"Then they can sleep on the couch." She replied. Why was she being so stubborn about this?
"What if we have more than one, then?"
"Then they can sleep...on the floor."
"Hermione!" he exclaimed. He really didn't want this to turn into an argument, but that was the way it was headed.
"Harry, we have lived here since we were nineteen! I'm not giving up this flat so easily!"
"Hermione, we're going to need to move at some point. Why not sooner?"
"Why not later?"
"Don't want to live in a nice big house in the English countryside."
"That's so...fairy-tale-ish. We don't live in a fairy-tale."
"We don't live in a big house in the English countryside, either. The only difference is that we could." Hermione took in what he was saying. He was right.
"Ok." She said. "Starting tomorrow, we will look at some big houses in the English countryside."
"Yay!" exclaimed Harry. "What book are you reading?"
"The Best Baby Name Book In the Whole Wide World." She replied, flipping a few pages.
"Where'd you get that?" he asked her.
"It was our wedding shower gift from Cassie."
"Oh yeah." He said. He hadn't remember getting a baby name book from anyone, he just decided that he remembered.
"Look at this name for a boy." She said, pointing to one of the names.
"Ephraim...interesting." He replied.
"I was thinking of that for a middle name, if we have a boy."
"Ephraim...that sounds rather-"
"Jewish? It is."
"Oh. Is anyone in your family Jewish?"
"My grandfather." She replied.
"Ah." Was all he said in reply.
"Oh, and look at this name for a boy!"
"Holt...I like that."
"Me too." She replied.
"Holt Ephraim Potter...quite an interesting name if I do say so myself."
"Yes. Very...sophisticated."
"Lets look at girl's names." He said, taking the book from her.
"Ok."
"Angela. That's a good name.'
"It's too common."
"Oh, we don't want our children to have common names now, do we?" he said, scanning through a few pages. "Ah, here we are! Harriet, now that is a cool name." Hermione laughed and grabbed back the book.
"Ooooo, look at this name, Harry!" she said, shoving the book back into his hands and pointing at a name.
"Nevaeh?" he had some difficulty pronouncing it. "That's...very...um..."
"You don't like it."
"No! No, it's not that. It's just a little hard to say is all."
"Because we could always call our daughter Angela, or Mary."
"Com on now, Hermione."
"Elise." She said.
"Now that is a name that I like."
"Ooooo, Valora. I really like that name."
"Elise Valora Potter. Now that is awesome."
"Yes, now our first two children have names." She said, kissing him. But she pulled away suddenly and ran for the bathroom. Harry stood up and ran after her, only to have the bathroom door slammed in his face.
"Hermione, are you ok?" he asked her threw the door. All he got in reply was gagging. "Do you need anything?" he called.
Hermione opened the door with a pale look about her.
"I need," she said. "I need...sleep." She collapsed suddenly, but Harry caught her before she hit the floor.
"Are you alright?" he asked her urgently. But she didn't answer. She had fainted. Harry quickly appareted to outside St. Mungo's Hospital and went threw the entrance as quickly as he could. A young witch sat at the front desk, and looked up at them as soon as they entered the room.
"Sir, what seems to be the problem?" she asked him, standing up.
"I dunno. We were just sitting on the couch and she fell ill, then she just fainted. I brought her here as soon as I could."
"Ok, just take her right through there to the waiting room." Harry nodded and walked through a door into as crowded room.
"Are you kidding me?" he said, coming back out to the front desk.
"I beg your pardon?"
"My wife is ill, and all you can do for her is make her wait?"
"Sir, I'm sure that if you just-"
"Do you know how serious her condition could be?"
"Fine!" she exclaimed. "Follow me." Harry followed her to a room in the back. "A doctor will be with you shortly." She said to him bitterly, making her way for the door. But then she stopped shortly and turned to face him. "If you don't mind my asking, how exactly did you get here?"
"Apparation." He replied, realizing his mistake. The woman glared at him. "I'm sorry, I panicked..."
"Yes well, you're just lucky its one o'clock in the morning. The only person that could've seen you outside would be the drunk on the corner." And with that she left, Harry sticking up his middle finger to her back. A doctor came in about five minutes later.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked Harry. Harry explained what had happened and sat in a chair in the corner while the doctor examined Hermione. "Well," said the doctor, turning to Harry. "She seems to have a fever, and she shows definite signs of pregnancy." Harry's eyes widened at this. "We can do a test to find out if you'd like."
"But it's only been about two weeks since-"
"We're Magic Folk, we have our ways." Harry nodded and let him do the test, which was preformed behind a curtain so Harry couldn't see what was going on. "Well?" asked Harry when the doctor opened up the curtain.
"Congratulations. You're going to be a father." Harry let it sink in moment, then gave the doctor a broad smile.
"Do you know what it's going to be?"
"We're Magic Folk, not fortune tellers." Replied the doctor.
"Oh...right."
"What's you name, Lad?"
"Harry Potter."
"Oh? Well, welcome back to St. Mungo's." said the doctor. How did the doctor know he had been here when he was fifteen?
"What?"
"I delivered you." Said the doctor. Harry gave a sideways grin and shook the doctor's hand. Just then, Hermione began to stir. Harry hurried to her bedside and grabbed her hand.
"Harry?" she mumbled, slowly fluttering her eyes open.
"Hey." Was all he said. She smiled up at him, but then looked around at her surroundings.
"Where are we?"
"St. Mungo's." he replied. Her eyes were filled with question. "You fainted after getting sick." He exclaimed.
"Oh..." she said, not remembering getting sick in the first place. "Why are you smiling like that, Harry?"
"Because," he said. "We're going to be parents." Hermione stared at him for a moment, then laughed. She hugged Harry tightly and kissed him. She slowly stood up and straightened her clothes. "Do you need her to stay the night?"
"No, if she can stand, she can go home."
"Thank you, Doctor." Replied Hermione. He nodded to them and they made their way for the exit. They walked outside, made sure no one was on the street, and popped back into their flat.
"Home." He said.
"Not for long." She replied.
"So we're really gonna move?"
"Yeah." She replied, putting her arm around him. "But not tonight. Tonight, I am sleeping." She said, making her way for the bedroom. Harry stopped her at the entrance of the hallway.
"Hermione," he said, turning her to face him. "We're going to be parents." Hermione smiled and hugged him, then started crying. "What is it?"
"I'm just happy is all, Harry."
"Really?" he asked. Hermione smiled and kissed him.
"Me too."
A.N. This chapter is in no offence to people named Nevaeh, Mary, and Angela.
CHAPTER 5
Home Again
Harry and Hermione appeared back in their flat two weeks later with a loud POP. Harry wasn't holding Hermione now, only the luggage. He ran to the bedroom and put the luggage on the bed. He went back downstairs only to find Hermione on the couch reading a book. He smiled. Why didn't he figure that's what she would do as soon as they got home?
Harry sat down next to her on the couch and put his arm around her. Hermione looked up from her book and smiled at him, giving him a kiss. He pulled away and smiled back.
"I've been thinking," he said.
"Yeah?" she asked him.
"If we're going to have kids, then we should get a house."
"What's wrong with the flat?"
"Nothing, except that it only has one bedroom.
"So?"
"So, when our kids get older, they're not gonna want to sleep in the same room as us."
"Then they can sleep on the couch." She replied. Why was she being so stubborn about this?
"What if we have more than one, then?"
"Then they can sleep...on the floor."
"Hermione!" he exclaimed. He really didn't want this to turn into an argument, but that was the way it was headed.
"Harry, we have lived here since we were nineteen! I'm not giving up this flat so easily!"
"Hermione, we're going to need to move at some point. Why not sooner?"
"Why not later?"
"Don't want to live in a nice big house in the English countryside."
"That's so...fairy-tale-ish. We don't live in a fairy-tale."
"We don't live in a big house in the English countryside, either. The only difference is that we could." Hermione took in what he was saying. He was right.
"Ok." She said. "Starting tomorrow, we will look at some big houses in the English countryside."
"Yay!" exclaimed Harry. "What book are you reading?"
"The Best Baby Name Book In the Whole Wide World." She replied, flipping a few pages.
"Where'd you get that?" he asked her.
"It was our wedding shower gift from Cassie."
"Oh yeah." He said. He hadn't remember getting a baby name book from anyone, he just decided that he remembered.
"Look at this name for a boy." She said, pointing to one of the names.
"Ephraim...interesting." He replied.
"I was thinking of that for a middle name, if we have a boy."
"Ephraim...that sounds rather-"
"Jewish? It is."
"Oh. Is anyone in your family Jewish?"
"My grandfather." She replied.
"Ah." Was all he said in reply.
"Oh, and look at this name for a boy!"
"Holt...I like that."
"Me too." She replied.
"Holt Ephraim Potter...quite an interesting name if I do say so myself."
"Yes. Very...sophisticated."
"Lets look at girl's names." He said, taking the book from her.
"Ok."
"Angela. That's a good name.'
"It's too common."
"Oh, we don't want our children to have common names now, do we?" he said, scanning through a few pages. "Ah, here we are! Harriet, now that is a cool name." Hermione laughed and grabbed back the book.
"Ooooo, look at this name, Harry!" she said, shoving the book back into his hands and pointing at a name.
"Nevaeh?" he had some difficulty pronouncing it. "That's...very...um..."
"You don't like it."
"No! No, it's not that. It's just a little hard to say is all."
"Because we could always call our daughter Angela, or Mary."
"Com on now, Hermione."
"Elise." She said.
"Now that is a name that I like."
"Ooooo, Valora. I really like that name."
"Elise Valora Potter. Now that is awesome."
"Yes, now our first two children have names." She said, kissing him. But she pulled away suddenly and ran for the bathroom. Harry stood up and ran after her, only to have the bathroom door slammed in his face.
"Hermione, are you ok?" he asked her threw the door. All he got in reply was gagging. "Do you need anything?" he called.
Hermione opened the door with a pale look about her.
"I need," she said. "I need...sleep." She collapsed suddenly, but Harry caught her before she hit the floor.
"Are you alright?" he asked her urgently. But she didn't answer. She had fainted. Harry quickly appareted to outside St. Mungo's Hospital and went threw the entrance as quickly as he could. A young witch sat at the front desk, and looked up at them as soon as they entered the room.
"Sir, what seems to be the problem?" she asked him, standing up.
"I dunno. We were just sitting on the couch and she fell ill, then she just fainted. I brought her here as soon as I could."
"Ok, just take her right through there to the waiting room." Harry nodded and walked through a door into as crowded room.
"Are you kidding me?" he said, coming back out to the front desk.
"I beg your pardon?"
"My wife is ill, and all you can do for her is make her wait?"
"Sir, I'm sure that if you just-"
"Do you know how serious her condition could be?"
"Fine!" she exclaimed. "Follow me." Harry followed her to a room in the back. "A doctor will be with you shortly." She said to him bitterly, making her way for the door. But then she stopped shortly and turned to face him. "If you don't mind my asking, how exactly did you get here?"
"Apparation." He replied, realizing his mistake. The woman glared at him. "I'm sorry, I panicked..."
"Yes well, you're just lucky its one o'clock in the morning. The only person that could've seen you outside would be the drunk on the corner." And with that she left, Harry sticking up his middle finger to her back. A doctor came in about five minutes later.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked Harry. Harry explained what had happened and sat in a chair in the corner while the doctor examined Hermione. "Well," said the doctor, turning to Harry. "She seems to have a fever, and she shows definite signs of pregnancy." Harry's eyes widened at this. "We can do a test to find out if you'd like."
"But it's only been about two weeks since-"
"We're Magic Folk, we have our ways." Harry nodded and let him do the test, which was preformed behind a curtain so Harry couldn't see what was going on. "Well?" asked Harry when the doctor opened up the curtain.
"Congratulations. You're going to be a father." Harry let it sink in moment, then gave the doctor a broad smile.
"Do you know what it's going to be?"
"We're Magic Folk, not fortune tellers." Replied the doctor.
"Oh...right."
"What's you name, Lad?"
"Harry Potter."
"Oh? Well, welcome back to St. Mungo's." said the doctor. How did the doctor know he had been here when he was fifteen?
"What?"
"I delivered you." Said the doctor. Harry gave a sideways grin and shook the doctor's hand. Just then, Hermione began to stir. Harry hurried to her bedside and grabbed her hand.
"Harry?" she mumbled, slowly fluttering her eyes open.
"Hey." Was all he said. She smiled up at him, but then looked around at her surroundings.
"Where are we?"
"St. Mungo's." he replied. Her eyes were filled with question. "You fainted after getting sick." He exclaimed.
"Oh..." she said, not remembering getting sick in the first place. "Why are you smiling like that, Harry?"
"Because," he said. "We're going to be parents." Hermione stared at him for a moment, then laughed. She hugged Harry tightly and kissed him. She slowly stood up and straightened her clothes. "Do you need her to stay the night?"
"No, if she can stand, she can go home."
"Thank you, Doctor." Replied Hermione. He nodded to them and they made their way for the exit. They walked outside, made sure no one was on the street, and popped back into their flat.
"Home." He said.
"Not for long." She replied.
"So we're really gonna move?"
"Yeah." She replied, putting her arm around him. "But not tonight. Tonight, I am sleeping." She said, making her way for the bedroom. Harry stopped her at the entrance of the hallway.
"Hermione," he said, turning her to face him. "We're going to be parents." Hermione smiled and hugged him, then started crying. "What is it?"
"I'm just happy is all, Harry."
"Really?" he asked. Hermione smiled and kissed him.
"Me too."
A.N. This chapter is in no offence to people named Nevaeh, Mary, and Angela.