Author's Note:  Sorry I haven't updated in a while!  I had writer's block—isn't the dream of every author?  J/k!—and also I was busy reading Harry Potter Book 5 over and over again!  So, here's chapter three!  I'm not sure it's as good as the other chapters, but I think it's pretty decent.  So, read on!

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Disclaimer:  Trust me, if I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't even be writing on fanfiction.  I'd be in my mansion ordering for a hundred bags of hot cheeots!  All right, um, you can stop reading this now and start reading the chapter now…hehe…just know that the only I thing I own here is the plot.

My Demon Child

Chapter Three:  The Questioning

James had left St. Mungo's, and Lily was snuggling into he bed when the nurse sat by her side playing with her fingers.

            "Erm, hello," Lily said timidly; a nurse had never sat next to her before.  Usually they towered over her with stern looks and saying in a monotone voice, "You're healthy so far.  But we're still going to put your through some more tests!"

            "Miss Evans," the nurse started.  "What did happen when you were with You-Know-Who?"

            Lily stared at her.  The nurse was dressed all in white and was quiet plump.  Lily recognized her as one of the most boring nurses around here.  So why was she here trying to make conversation?

            "Oh," Lily said, shocked.  "Um, nothing exciting really…why?"

            "Well, something must have happened down there," the nurse continued, "cause we—the other nurses and I—found something in you that…well…"

            "What?  Am I sick?" Lily asked curtly.  Mentally, she was rolling her eyes.

            "No," the nurse said slowly.

            "No offense or anything," Lily said without thinking, "but is this normal, professional behavior from a nurse?"

            "Oh, you're right dear," the nurse agreed, although she now resorted to biting her bottom lip.

            "I'm sorry," she apologized.  "It's just, I'm nervous that's all."

            "It's okay," Lily said quickly, "just, what's wrong?"

            The nurse took a deep breath and said, "Miss Evans, you're pregnant."

***

            The next week, Amos headed to the Leaky Cauldron to meet up with his other fiancé.  (A/N: This other woman is supposed to be Cedric's mum, but I don't know her name.  Is it mentioned anywhere in the books?  Until I find out her name, I'll just be addressing her as the other woman or something like that.)  She was already sitting at a table sipping away her butterbeer.

            "Hi!" Amos called.  She turned around and smiled at him and pulled up another chair.

            "I was wondering where you were," the attractive woman said pleasantly.  She was a slender girl, around the age of twenty-one or so.  She had dark hair and dark features that any guy would like.  But Amos Diggory liked this woman because of her intellectual side. She wasn't just a pretty face, but she was able to keep up a nice conversation…and he loved her madly.

            For about ten minutes they just talked about what was happening to them throughout the week.  Amos had debated with himself if he should tell her about Lily's return.  By telling her, he would have broken Dumbledore's trust, for he had made everyone promise that they wouldn't tell anyone about Lily Evans and that she was still alive.  It would have been too risky because the word could spread around town quickly and Voldemort might get wind about her whereabouts.

            But Amos loved her.  He had to tell.

            "Honey," Amos started, holding her hands under the table.  "Lily's back."

            This woman already knew about Lily and Amos's past with her.  She, with the rest of the wizarding world, believed her dead.

            "But how?" she gasped.

            Amos explained everything to her.  He explained how he was feeling, how she was rescued, how Snape found about her, everything…

            "Who are you going to choose?" she asked, her eyes narrowed.

            Amos wiped his brow and told her.

***

            "OH NO!" Lily exclaimed.  "You are not going to make me eat that stuff?"

            It was the same day as when Amos had visited the other woman.  It was a bright Monday morning, but the day hadn't started out perfect.

The nurse put the tray of food closer to Lily.

            "It's part of your new diet," the nurse explained.  This nurse was old, she looked about seventy judging by her many wrinkles.  Her curly, white hair was planted neatly on her head.  She looked like she never listened and was stuck in her own satisfactory world.  "You have a baby on the way," the old nurse croaked.  "And babies need healthy food."

            Lily looked at the tray of food with disgust.  It was just healthy food…he recalled her sister's boyfriend calling it "rabbit food."

            "Ew, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross," Lily chanted, taking a chance with the oatmeal.

            "Nonsense," the nurse said.  "After nine months of this food, you'll get used to it."

            Just then, a knock came from the door.

            "Ugh, visitors are not permitted!" the nurse yelled, which surprised Lily because she thought that the nurse was quite weak.

            But the knocking continued.

            The nurse went to go open the door, and there stood four men—Albus Dumbledore, Millicent Bagnold, the Minister of Magic, Barty Crouch, and Cornelius Fudge.

            Lily mentally smacked herself.

            "Oh, right, the ministry wants to questions me," Lily muttered to herself.  "Uh, nurse, it's okay.  You can let them in—"

            "Minister!" the nurse exclaimed.  "Come in, come in!  I almost forgot that you had an appointment with Miss Evans today—"

            The four men walked in quickly and magicked up chairs.  They surrounded her bed and looked at her as if she was mucus or something.

            "Incredible," the minister muttered to Dumbledore.  "So he's been keeping her healthy all this time, eh?"

            Dumbledore nodded and smiled at Lily.  The four men sat themselves around Lily's bed.  They were all in formal dress robe, had sharp eyes, and looked a little suspicious around Lily.

            The nurse was intimidated by the crowd and excused herself.

            "So, Miss Evans," Crouch eyed suspiciously.  "Are we absolutely sure that is the real Lily Evans, Albus?"

            "I can assure, yes," Dumbledore smiled.

            Lily put her food on her night stand and put on a fake, enthusiastic smile on.  Inside, she was thinking Oh hurry up old man!

            Crouch stroked his chin.  "Bagnold?  Do you want to start the questioning—"

            "Sure," Millicent Bagnold replied, clapping his hands together.  He peered over his parchment and sniffed a little.  He cleared his throat and began, "Now, we know this must be very hard for you Miss Evans, but this is important information.  It is just so uncanny for you to escape from Voldemort after two years and being so healthy."

            Lily nodded, showing she understood while hiding her annoyance.

            "So, can you tell us how you were captured?" Bagnold asked, peering over his thick glasses.

            "Oh, uh, some death eaters were torturing some…muggles," Lily gulped loudly.  She hated how some death eaters were so racist against muggles and muggle-bprns.  "And, I was called to go get them, and they stunned me and captured me."

            Some tears escaped Lily's eyes and all though of annoyance toward the minister and his council vanished.  She didn't like to recall the memory.  She always felt like throwing up when wizards were hurting Muggles.  Lily remembered vividly that when she saw the ten death eaters tackling the two muggle children with all kinds of torture curses, her defense had backed down, and that was the thing that gave the death eaters the advantage.

            "When I woke up," Lily cried, "I was in front of Voldemort."

            Dumbledore's ears perked up at the sound of "Voldemort."  Before Lily was captured, she had always referred to him as "You-Know-Who."

            Fudge continued the questioning.

            "Did You-Know-Who ever torture you?"

            "No."

            "Why?"

            "Because he wanted to keep me alive and healthy."

            "But why?"

            Lily was confused.  Before, didn't Snape tell Lily that he already told Dumbledore everything that had happened to her?  If they were so keen on knowing about her experience, couldn't they just ask Dumbledore?  After all, he was sitting right in between Bagnold and Crouch and right in front of Lily.

            But she answered, "Because he really wanted me to have his kid, and he didn't think it would be very healthy for me to have a kid while under pressure, you know?"

            "You-Know-Who wanted you to have his kid?" spat Crouch.  "B-but that d-d-doesn't make sense—"

            Lily sighed.

            "Do you know why—v?"

            "Yes, Minister, I do know why," Lily snapped.  In one breath she explained, "Voldemort's Seer predicted I would have a very powerful child, and Voldemort didn't want that kid to rival his own powers so he wanted to make sure that the child would be an evil kid so instead they could be allies, not enemies—"

            "That is all right Lily, you don't have to explain everything," Dumbledore said calmly.  He saw how much of a struggle it was for Lily to explain everything.  "I have already told Mr. Bagnold everything, he just wanted to make sure everything I said was correct through and through."

            Bagnold nodded in agreement and added, "But we would just like to know one thing.  Have you ever been pregnant?"

            "Twice," she replied.  "The first time, it was a total shock.  But during my sixth month—I think it was the sixth—I had a miscarriage.  The second time, well, the second time is now I guess."

            The four men looked at her confusingly.

            "Lily," Dumbledore spoke first.  "Are you pregnant?"

            Lily nodded slowly.  Through clenched teeth she muttered, "But I will not have abortion."

            "I wasn't even going to suggest it," Dumbledore said with reassurance in his voice.

            "Are you mad Dumbledore?" Fudge exclaimed.  "This is You-Know-Who's---thing—ch—child!  There will be more chaos with the birth of this kid!  We cannot let this happen!  Crouch, Bagnold, back me up!"

            "I agree," Crouch stammered.  "If we're going to do an abortion, we have to act quick."

            "No, please, Mr. Crouch," Lily pleaded.  "I, I'll raise my kid to be good I promise!  But, please, don't make me do anything bad like that—"

            "We will talk about this later," Dumbledore said in a majestic voice that clearly meant that the subject was closed for now.  No one dare talk against him, so all was silence.

            "Next question on agenda?" Dumbledore smiled.

            Fudge looked a little offended, but it his facial expression changed from scared to bored.

            "Is it true that You-Know-Who put spells on you to keep you sane and healthy?"

            "Yeah," Lily said quietly.  "If they didn't put all those spells on me, I'd probably be mental and stuff, you know—traumatized.  Voldemort was a little reluctant to put the spells on me, cause he wasn't sure if the spells themselves would be good for me when I'm pregnant and all."

            For about another hour, they continued to talk.  The Ministry members would ask question and Lily would answer.  Occasionally Dumbledore would say a joke to liven up the dark and poignant mood.  When the questioning was over, they began to talk about Lily's future.

            "Since you seem all right and healthy," Bagnold started, "we've decided to move you from this hospital to an auror's home.  And also, for now we must keep you a secret. We can't risk having the press around you because You-Know-Who will be sure to track you down then and try to capture you again or something."

            "Oh, of course," Lily said, a little downhearted.  She wouldn't be visiting a shopping mall anytime soon, she guessed.

            They all shook her hand and started to leave the little hospital room wishing her the best in the near future.  Dumbledore followed the others out of the door when Lily called, "Which auror am I staying with?"

            "James Potter.  I'm sure you're acquainted with him?" Dumbledore hummed.

            "Yes," Lily replied defiantly.  "When am I leaving St. Mungo's?"

            "Next week is all I know," Dumbledore replied kindly.  As he closed the door behind him, he said, "Have a nice day!"

            After the door closed, the nurse rushed back in by Lily's side with a stern look.  Lily told herself she looked a little bit like Professor McGonagall.

            "Okay Lily, start eating!" she commanded.  Lily groaned and poked her celery.

            The door opened again, and Lily's heart started pounding when she saw it was Amos.

            "NO VISITORS!" the nurse screamed.  For an old woman, she had a loud voice!

            "Nurse, please, just let him stay for a while," Lily begged.  "For five minutes—I promise!  I'm engaged to him!"

            "Oh all right," the nurse huffed.  "FIVE minutes only!"

            She trudged off as Amos walked in and sat next to Lily.  They smiled at each other.  For a while, Amos looked at Lily's food in disgust but thought better of it and pecked Lily on the cheek.  She blushed at this.

            "Shouldn't hospital food be better than this?" Amos asked.

            "Usually, but they're putting me on a strict diet now cause I'm pregnant and all.  Amos, you want some carrots?"

            "WHAT?" screamed Amos.  "YOU'RE PREGNANT?"

            The nurse rushed back in.  She looked livid at Amos and marched right in between Lily and Amos.  She grabbed the back of Amos's collar and dragged toward the door.

            "You are disrupting the peace that patients need here at St. Mungo's, sir!" she scolded.  "Out!"

***

            James opened the door to his flat and slumped down onto the couch.  It was a rough day.  The death eaters were more vicious now, and James credited it all to Lily's escape.  But the attacks on muggles had doubled, and there just weren't enough aruros to fight them all off.  He glanced at the clock and saw it was around two in the morning.

            He stood up and decided to go to sleep.  He turned off the light and staggered off towards the hallway, but in the dark he couldn't see and tripped over his broomsticks.

            "Aww, freak!" he shrieked.  He noticed that his front door was still open so he went over to close it.  As he reached his door, the door opposite opened.  Did he make that much noise?  Was his Aww, freak! that loud that his neighbors heard?

            To his dread, the person who opened the door was Anette.  With her straight blonde hair, innocent blue eyes, and small stature, she smiled at James.

            "Oh, hello James," she giggled uncontrollably.

            "Erm, hi there," James said.  He quickly closed the door, but Anette knocked on the door.

            "James, are you all right?  I heard you make that loud noise before you went to close your door, do you need help or anything?" Anette yelled through the door.  James silently cursed himself.  Anette was nice enough, but ever since he moved across the hall from her she had formed this little crush on him.  She was still at Hogwarts in her sixth year!  And now that summer had begun, she was back at home with her parents ready to flirt with him.

            "I—I'm all right," James said nervously.  "G-g-go back to bed!"

            "Okay then," Anette said, her tone a little more down. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

            "Sure," James said uncertainly.

            He cursed aloud at himself.  James, a twenty-year-old was afraid of a little sixteen-year-old girl.  He shook his head.

Author's Note:  Okay, I will update the new chapter a lot sooner!  Probably sometime this week…and next chapter, we will meet the dashing SIRIUS BLACK!  Yay!  Yeah, so you'll be meeting the other Marauders next chapter.  Such joy!  Now, do me a favor and review!  (Unless it's a flame…)

Also, was Millicent Bagnold, the Minister of Magic in the 1970's, a girl?  Cause here I made Bagnold a guy, but isn't Millicent a girl name?  Okay, you all probably think I'm all stupid for saying that.  Ah well…

Also, next chapter will be longer and more interesting…harty har har….