Home for the Summer

A/N- One of these days I will attach myself to LilFlyergirl, just for life's sake

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Patient in Room Three Twenty-One



Standing at the window outside the newborn nursery, Harry watched Hailey in her bassinet. She blended in with the others, but not to him. That's why she was special, she was asleep, wrapped tightly in a blanket, not even slightly annoyed with the screams around her.

" There you are" Hermione appeared at his side in her robe, looking a little refreshed.

He smiled, " I didn't want to wake you"

Her eyes followed his, wrapping her arms around his waist. " What's wrong?". It could have been the little touch of their fingertips, but she could always sense what had his undivided attention. And he knew that hiding it was impossible.

" There's a patient here" he said calmly, still gazing at the baby.

" Muggle hospitals aren't much different from what we're use to, they do have patients" she hadn't heard the rest.

" Her name is Lily Potter".

Hermione stepped back, staring. " You're kidding?". Harry shook his head, never looking away. " Is she-did you see her?".

" No, she was having some tests done, I only saw her medical record".

Hermione's reaction had gone opposite to his, " you should go back".

" No".

" Why not?".

Harry paused, " it's a coincidence, the name".

Hermione didn't mean to be furious, " you don't know that for sure".

" Yes I do" he finally looked at her, " because my mom is dead, and the woman downstairs isn't".

Hermione stopped, " okay, but, how do you know?".

Harry kept watching Hermione, " how do I know what?".

She greatly hesitated. He had been so strong over the years with all the things that happened and went wrong, but he had a weakness. Unfortunately, even strangers in the Wizard World knew that Harry's parents were murdered. The fact that his mother could have survived that one night, but died to save her infant son, it really got to him. " How do you know she really died?".

The color in his eyes darkened, Hermione knew she hit a sore spot, and felt about it. " What do you mean?" he whispered, Harry had gotten use to her premonitions and predictions, but not like this.

" You were a baby, what if-?" Hermione stopped when she saw tears dwelling his eyes. " I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought that up, I'm so sorry".

Harry smiled, " it's okay".

No matter what he said, she knew his mind was racing.





He fell asleep before her later that night. She laid awake next to him, her brain was working over time. Here she was, just having another baby, but thinking about another mother. Harry's mother. At least, maybe it was Harry's mother, that woman on the third floor, he didn't know, and she didn't know. Lily Potter was said to have been murdered over eighteen years ago. It was said that Lord Voldemort murdered her when she refused to hand over a baby Harry. Hermione knew that there was no proof, no witnesses, except for Voldemort himself but that wasn't to be considered. The point was, his mother could still be alive, and not far away. Maybe the name was a coincidence, maybe not, Harry would regret never finding out before they left the hospital, and went back to Hogwarts in another two months. She would too, and he obviously was not going to go back. He didn't wake as she left the room.



Instead of asking for where Lily Potter's room was, Hermione wandered the main hall on the third floor, finding room three twenty-one as Harry had told her before. Soon enough, she found it, but this time, the bed was no vacant. There was a women, long red hair in corkscrew curls with a kind face. That was all she could tell from the small overhead light near her bed where she was reading.

Hermione walked slowly into the room. " Lily Potter?" she asked when only three steps in.

The women looked up, revealing her eyes. They same mixture of light blue and aqua, like Harry and Ella had. She smiled, " yes?".

She was expecting the woman to respond to the name, but didn't know what to say next. " Um, you don't know me, but my name is Hermione, Hermione Granger". Even though she took Harry's last name, it was easier this way, so there wouldn't be any unnecessary conflicts with a name that may not mean anything.

The women kept smiling, " I know who you are Hermione".

Hermione was stunned beyond belief, but hid it. " You do? H-how can you?".

" You're married to my son".





A/N- Ha! Another cliffhanger.