Title Voldemort's Daughter
Author Hermy-Own-Ninny
Rating PG-13
Summary Hermione finds out she's not who she thought she was. Now it's up to Harry and Ron to save her from more than one source of evil.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Taylor, who won't even know it.
A/N *Sigh* Finally, chapter three. I've had this chapter done for a while now (don't hit me) but, you wouldn't believe how busy I've been! To anyone who knows what it is, I went on Pointe. It's something to do with ballet. Very big accomplishment for me. Anyway, I'll stop going on about something you probably don't even understand and let you read. Ta!
Voldemort's Daughter
Chapter three
~Hermione's PoV~
They're finally taking me to The Infirmary. Took long enough. On the other hand, now everyone's going to know. I should have told Harry when I had the chance. Then Dumbledore could've heard it from him instead of Madame Pomfrey. Whatever happens, I will NOT be that evil man's minion. He cannot control me.
"Albus, what's wrong? You look terrible!"
"Thank you, Poppy. It's Hermione. May I please speak to you alone?"
He always sounds so cheerful. No matter what. He could be dying and he would start laughing or something. I'm not sick, well not really anyway...
I'm guessing Dumbledore's telling her what happened. Er, yes, he is. She doesn't sound to happy about it, either.
"I'll have to do some tests and she'll have to be excused from classes and she will have to stay overnight ... maybe more an-"
"Poppy, I know. I'll be going, I believe you can take care of this yourself."
I could hear Dumbledore's light footsteps and his soft farewell which was not returned. Madame Pomfrey was too busy picking up books and potions. The door clicked softly shut and I was alone with the busy little mouse.
I amused myself for a few minutes thinking of Madame Pomfrey as a plump little mouse scurrying around, finding bits of cheese and crackers. I must have smiled because Madame Pomfrey barked, "What are you smiling for? You have nothing to be happy about!"
So much for cheering me up. She finally sat down in a chair next to my bed and put some books and potions on my bedside table. She asked, well actually, made me lay down and she pulled the covers up to my chin. It was already stifling hot in there. I was going to ask if I could pull at least one of the blankets off, but I knew better and shut my mouth.
Madame Pomfrey opened a black potion with strips of red swirling in it. The red looked horribly like blood and I cringed.
"Drink this, child," Madame Pomfrey said and handed me the blood-and-tar potion. I remembered the picture from some book or another, but couldn't place my finger on it.
I tilted my head back and swallowed the potion. It was pleasantly warm at first, but as I felt it go down to my stomach and finally through my veins, it turned an icy cold. I started shivering and realized what the blankets were for. After a few seconds, which seemed like hours, the potion warmed up again and I remembered where I saw it. The Potions lab.
It was on the highest shelf, all alone, and kind of glowing. He had said what it was ... if only I could remember. He also said he wished he would never have to use it and looked at Pansy. Was it a potion to bring you back from the dead? No, Snape would like to try that one out. Probably on Harry.
"One more, dear," I heard Madame Pomfrey say quietly.
She slid one more potion into my hand and I drank it quickly. I knew what this potion was. I made sure I was comfortable before the dreamless sleep potion started working.
I could hear her saying different spells. Some I recognized, some I didn't. Impervius.. I'd have to look that one up. I felt my skin start to tingle and I got cold again. Madame Pomfrey gasped, and it sounded like she started telling me off before stopping abruptly and ran over to the fireplace.
"Albus, come quickly!"
She had found out.
I started dozing off, but I kept myself awake; I had to make sure.
Not more than two moments later, I heard the door open and Dumbledore's usual cheerful greeting. Madame Pomfrey ignored his happiness and pointed to me.
"The reason, Albus. He... she... a child."
"Excuse me, Poppy? Would you please repeat that?"
"She's pregnant!"
And all went dark.
~
A/N *Groans with the readers* I know what you're thinking, and I'm terribly sorry. "Not another Hermione's-pregnant-and-get's-married-to-Harry-but-he- doesn't-know-and-chaotic-things-happen-and-then-she-has-quadruplets-and-one- is-miraculously-Harry's-even-though-she-never-slept-with-him-and-everyone's- happy. *Deep breath* Well, it's not going to be like that at all. I promise. On my picture of Draco. *nods* So, drop me a review and... well, that's all. I know it was REALLY short. I actually had more written for this chapter, but it ended up not fitting. More to come soon. I promise. Thanks!
Author Hermy-Own-Ninny
Rating PG-13
Summary Hermione finds out she's not who she thought she was. Now it's up to Harry and Ron to save her from more than one source of evil.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Taylor, who won't even know it.
A/N *Sigh* Finally, chapter three. I've had this chapter done for a while now (don't hit me) but, you wouldn't believe how busy I've been! To anyone who knows what it is, I went on Pointe. It's something to do with ballet. Very big accomplishment for me. Anyway, I'll stop going on about something you probably don't even understand and let you read. Ta!
Voldemort's Daughter
Chapter three
~Hermione's PoV~
They're finally taking me to The Infirmary. Took long enough. On the other hand, now everyone's going to know. I should have told Harry when I had the chance. Then Dumbledore could've heard it from him instead of Madame Pomfrey. Whatever happens, I will NOT be that evil man's minion. He cannot control me.
"Albus, what's wrong? You look terrible!"
"Thank you, Poppy. It's Hermione. May I please speak to you alone?"
He always sounds so cheerful. No matter what. He could be dying and he would start laughing or something. I'm not sick, well not really anyway...
I'm guessing Dumbledore's telling her what happened. Er, yes, he is. She doesn't sound to happy about it, either.
"I'll have to do some tests and she'll have to be excused from classes and she will have to stay overnight ... maybe more an-"
"Poppy, I know. I'll be going, I believe you can take care of this yourself."
I could hear Dumbledore's light footsteps and his soft farewell which was not returned. Madame Pomfrey was too busy picking up books and potions. The door clicked softly shut and I was alone with the busy little mouse.
I amused myself for a few minutes thinking of Madame Pomfrey as a plump little mouse scurrying around, finding bits of cheese and crackers. I must have smiled because Madame Pomfrey barked, "What are you smiling for? You have nothing to be happy about!"
So much for cheering me up. She finally sat down in a chair next to my bed and put some books and potions on my bedside table. She asked, well actually, made me lay down and she pulled the covers up to my chin. It was already stifling hot in there. I was going to ask if I could pull at least one of the blankets off, but I knew better and shut my mouth.
Madame Pomfrey opened a black potion with strips of red swirling in it. The red looked horribly like blood and I cringed.
"Drink this, child," Madame Pomfrey said and handed me the blood-and-tar potion. I remembered the picture from some book or another, but couldn't place my finger on it.
I tilted my head back and swallowed the potion. It was pleasantly warm at first, but as I felt it go down to my stomach and finally through my veins, it turned an icy cold. I started shivering and realized what the blankets were for. After a few seconds, which seemed like hours, the potion warmed up again and I remembered where I saw it. The Potions lab.
It was on the highest shelf, all alone, and kind of glowing. He had said what it was ... if only I could remember. He also said he wished he would never have to use it and looked at Pansy. Was it a potion to bring you back from the dead? No, Snape would like to try that one out. Probably on Harry.
"One more, dear," I heard Madame Pomfrey say quietly.
She slid one more potion into my hand and I drank it quickly. I knew what this potion was. I made sure I was comfortable before the dreamless sleep potion started working.
I could hear her saying different spells. Some I recognized, some I didn't. Impervius.. I'd have to look that one up. I felt my skin start to tingle and I got cold again. Madame Pomfrey gasped, and it sounded like she started telling me off before stopping abruptly and ran over to the fireplace.
"Albus, come quickly!"
She had found out.
I started dozing off, but I kept myself awake; I had to make sure.
Not more than two moments later, I heard the door open and Dumbledore's usual cheerful greeting. Madame Pomfrey ignored his happiness and pointed to me.
"The reason, Albus. He... she... a child."
"Excuse me, Poppy? Would you please repeat that?"
"She's pregnant!"
And all went dark.
~
A/N *Groans with the readers* I know what you're thinking, and I'm terribly sorry. "Not another Hermione's-pregnant-and-get's-married-to-Harry-but-he- doesn't-know-and-chaotic-things-happen-and-then-she-has-quadruplets-and-one- is-miraculously-Harry's-even-though-she-never-slept-with-him-and-everyone's- happy. *Deep breath* Well, it's not going to be like that at all. I promise. On my picture of Draco. *nods* So, drop me a review and... well, that's all. I know it was REALLY short. I actually had more written for this chapter, but it ended up not fitting. More to come soon. I promise. Thanks!