Home for the Summer
Authors Note- Thanks to Purplerks for the name Nicholas after Nearly Headless Nick, so now the baby is Nicholas Weasley. NavyDancer, I really love the name Thomas Anthony and it would have been perfect for a baby. The problem is they may call him Tom and then it gets back to Tom Riddle and so on.
Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Yellow Scratches
When Hermione returned to the castle, Harry was in the process of changing a dirty diaper.
" Hey" she hardly spole.
He glanced at her, " hi".
There it was, that tenstion, it was so thick every time they spoke to each other, no matter how small it was (and it had been very small lately). It was very recent, it started about a month ago when Hailey was showing signs of trying to walk. Like they didn't want to be around the other, but had to.
Personally, it was really scaring Hermione, and she didnt even know what he was thinking. " Where's Ella?".
Harry picked up Hailey, " asleep, she said she was really tired".
" Oh" Hermione said, "yeah, I'm beat myself".
Harry emerged from the girls room where he had placed Hailey in her crib. " I have to go and finish some exam schedules, so it'll be quiet for you".
Daring as it felt, Hermione twisted her finger around the collar of ehr shirt, hinting, " why don't you stay?".
He aware of her offer, that smile of hers told all. It took a lot, but he simply shrugged, " sorry, but I have to" and just like that, he left.
Hermione had never felt so alone, laying there in the moonlit darkness. She rolled over and sighed. What if he really was having an affair this time? She nver though it'd come to that again. Hermione reaised her hand into the light to glare at the band around her finger, but it wasn't there.
" Dammit!" she hissed. Ablove all, now she lost her wedding ring. Was it a sign? Tat seemed a bit off. First her husband, then her ring.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lavendar walked into Hermione's classroom during lunch when she hadn't appeared. She was attempting to throw crumped pieces of parchment into the waste basket, and having lucky aim.
" You're right, Harry is acting a bit strange".
Hermione tossed another, it hit the rim and fell in, " or maybe it's me".
" What do you mean?".
" I-well, maybe we got, you know, tied down too early. Sixteen years old" she threw another ball and made it in.
" Yeah, and while most people would have messed up in so many differant ways. Look how you two saved Ella from Draco and-uh- you-know-who. I mean, would he marry you or have another child with you if he didn't love you?".
Hermione crumpled another sheet, " I think he's wondering the same" and it missed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lavendar then found Ron in his office playing a game of Wizards Chess against himself. She burst through the door, nearly waking the sleeping portraits on the wall.
" Knock!" his serious tone boomed without him looking up.
" Say that again?".
The second Ron saw her, his expression rapidly changed, " I mean, hi".
She swiftly brushed over to him, resting her palms on either side of the chess board, her face inches from his. " Is Harry having an affair and/or planning to leave Hermione?".
Ron shrugged, " how would I know? He knows better, probably tell Hermione before me".
" No, if I was having an affair, I'd tell Hermione first".
He raised an eyebrow, " are you?".
Lavendar straightened, " of course not! I'm still in pain from labor".
" I told you you should have taken that potion".
She pointed a finger at him, " dont you dare change the subject. harry hasnt mentioned a thing about- you know?".
" No".
" Why don't you talk to him".
Ron sighed, " I saw that coming".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry walked out into the warm Spring day, heading towards hagrid's house, he was met halfway by the giant himself.
" Harry, I don't know what it is, you better come quick, something's wrong with Ella" Harry froze, it wasn't just the words, but Hagrid's face as he said them. He knew he had seen Hagrid like that once before, fifty-years-ago.
Ella sat in front of the fire the the small cabin. She had her knees against her chest and her face buried, wrapped in the same blanket as she was when born. Hailey was leaning over the huge arm chair starring, and Nicholas was asleep in the corner of the cabin in his bassinet.
" It just started" Hagrid said from behind him.
Harry kneeled next to his daughter, gently lifting her chin. When Ella looked at him, he thought his heart stopped. She was so pale, even in the firelight, paler than snow. It clashed with her light hair, and the yellow stratch marks that were gashed down her cheeks.
" Daddy, I'm cold" her voice shivered as her body did. Her eyes were damp.
He removed his cloak and placed it over the wool. Lifting her slowly off the floor. Hagrid closed the door behind them. Harry could hear him beginning to play with Hailey.
Without running, Harry carried Ella to the hospital wing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione made a sharp turn around the corridor corner, nearly slipping and running into Madam Promfey as she burst into the hospital wing.
Ella laid curled under the covers on one of the beds, slowly falling asleep. Hermione approched them slowly, Harry was close at her side, stroking her hair.
She saw her face, whispering '' what is this?" and kneeling next to Harry.
'' We don't know" Ella closed her eyes, " Madame Promfey sent an urgent owl to the Ministry".
" Why?".
" She said it could be an effect of a disease since birth. Something Dumbledore didnt tell us that the Minister may have a record on".
Hermione placed her hand on Ella's smaller one, " is she in pain?".
Harry shook his head, " she said it doesnt hurt at all. She's just very cold".
" It's so odd, have you ever heard of something like this?".
" No".
Madame Promfey appeared, " Penny has returned". When Hermione and Harry stepped away, she placed curtains around Ella's bed.
" What does it say?" Harry referred to the parchment in Promfey's hand.
Madame Promfrey sighed, " the minister has written, claiming that" she took a breath, " Ella Potter does not exist".
Authors Note- Thanks to Purplerks for the name Nicholas after Nearly Headless Nick, so now the baby is Nicholas Weasley. NavyDancer, I really love the name Thomas Anthony and it would have been perfect for a baby. The problem is they may call him Tom and then it gets back to Tom Riddle and so on.
Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Yellow Scratches
When Hermione returned to the castle, Harry was in the process of changing a dirty diaper.
" Hey" she hardly spole.
He glanced at her, " hi".
There it was, that tenstion, it was so thick every time they spoke to each other, no matter how small it was (and it had been very small lately). It was very recent, it started about a month ago when Hailey was showing signs of trying to walk. Like they didn't want to be around the other, but had to.
Personally, it was really scaring Hermione, and she didnt even know what he was thinking. " Where's Ella?".
Harry picked up Hailey, " asleep, she said she was really tired".
" Oh" Hermione said, "yeah, I'm beat myself".
Harry emerged from the girls room where he had placed Hailey in her crib. " I have to go and finish some exam schedules, so it'll be quiet for you".
Daring as it felt, Hermione twisted her finger around the collar of ehr shirt, hinting, " why don't you stay?".
He aware of her offer, that smile of hers told all. It took a lot, but he simply shrugged, " sorry, but I have to" and just like that, he left.
Hermione had never felt so alone, laying there in the moonlit darkness. She rolled over and sighed. What if he really was having an affair this time? She nver though it'd come to that again. Hermione reaised her hand into the light to glare at the band around her finger, but it wasn't there.
" Dammit!" she hissed. Ablove all, now she lost her wedding ring. Was it a sign? Tat seemed a bit off. First her husband, then her ring.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lavendar walked into Hermione's classroom during lunch when she hadn't appeared. She was attempting to throw crumped pieces of parchment into the waste basket, and having lucky aim.
" You're right, Harry is acting a bit strange".
Hermione tossed another, it hit the rim and fell in, " or maybe it's me".
" What do you mean?".
" I-well, maybe we got, you know, tied down too early. Sixteen years old" she threw another ball and made it in.
" Yeah, and while most people would have messed up in so many differant ways. Look how you two saved Ella from Draco and-uh- you-know-who. I mean, would he marry you or have another child with you if he didn't love you?".
Hermione crumpled another sheet, " I think he's wondering the same" and it missed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lavendar then found Ron in his office playing a game of Wizards Chess against himself. She burst through the door, nearly waking the sleeping portraits on the wall.
" Knock!" his serious tone boomed without him looking up.
" Say that again?".
The second Ron saw her, his expression rapidly changed, " I mean, hi".
She swiftly brushed over to him, resting her palms on either side of the chess board, her face inches from his. " Is Harry having an affair and/or planning to leave Hermione?".
Ron shrugged, " how would I know? He knows better, probably tell Hermione before me".
" No, if I was having an affair, I'd tell Hermione first".
He raised an eyebrow, " are you?".
Lavendar straightened, " of course not! I'm still in pain from labor".
" I told you you should have taken that potion".
She pointed a finger at him, " dont you dare change the subject. harry hasnt mentioned a thing about- you know?".
" No".
" Why don't you talk to him".
Ron sighed, " I saw that coming".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry walked out into the warm Spring day, heading towards hagrid's house, he was met halfway by the giant himself.
" Harry, I don't know what it is, you better come quick, something's wrong with Ella" Harry froze, it wasn't just the words, but Hagrid's face as he said them. He knew he had seen Hagrid like that once before, fifty-years-ago.
Ella sat in front of the fire the the small cabin. She had her knees against her chest and her face buried, wrapped in the same blanket as she was when born. Hailey was leaning over the huge arm chair starring, and Nicholas was asleep in the corner of the cabin in his bassinet.
" It just started" Hagrid said from behind him.
Harry kneeled next to his daughter, gently lifting her chin. When Ella looked at him, he thought his heart stopped. She was so pale, even in the firelight, paler than snow. It clashed with her light hair, and the yellow stratch marks that were gashed down her cheeks.
" Daddy, I'm cold" her voice shivered as her body did. Her eyes were damp.
He removed his cloak and placed it over the wool. Lifting her slowly off the floor. Hagrid closed the door behind them. Harry could hear him beginning to play with Hailey.
Without running, Harry carried Ella to the hospital wing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione made a sharp turn around the corridor corner, nearly slipping and running into Madam Promfey as she burst into the hospital wing.
Ella laid curled under the covers on one of the beds, slowly falling asleep. Hermione approched them slowly, Harry was close at her side, stroking her hair.
She saw her face, whispering '' what is this?" and kneeling next to Harry.
'' We don't know" Ella closed her eyes, " Madame Promfey sent an urgent owl to the Ministry".
" Why?".
" She said it could be an effect of a disease since birth. Something Dumbledore didnt tell us that the Minister may have a record on".
Hermione placed her hand on Ella's smaller one, " is she in pain?".
Harry shook his head, " she said it doesnt hurt at all. She's just very cold".
" It's so odd, have you ever heard of something like this?".
" No".
Madame Promfey appeared, " Penny has returned". When Hermione and Harry stepped away, she placed curtains around Ella's bed.
" What does it say?" Harry referred to the parchment in Promfey's hand.
Madame Promfrey sighed, " the minister has written, claiming that" she took a breath, " Ella Potter does not exist".
