A/N- School soon, and I'm going to be a freshman, so I'll be really busy.
don't know how much I'll be able to update for ya- by the way, thanks for
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Disclaimer- I own Harry Potter, I'm JK! ..if only that stood for Joanne Kathleen instead of Just Kidding.
Before When the boys had arrived at Hermione's quarters, Harry removed his spell and drew Draco aside. "Listen to me Malfoy. What Hermione tells you is very very serious and important, and if you don't listen, and support her, then I'm gonna find you, castrate you, snap your wand, and throw you Ron, who will slash you up like the beast you are. Then we'll give you to Hermione, and she will probably kill you. Understood?"
"Awww, ickle Potter has a dark side." Harry grabbed Draco, threw him against the wall and drew back his arm to swing. He let loose all his anger, and fury in that punch, and it hit Malfoy square on the jaw. Then hoisting up the other, he bodily threw him into Hermiones room. When Malfoy sailed through the entrance and smacked down quite ingloriously onto the floor, Hermione was justifiably horrified. She didn't want Joe to get any exposure to the violence of the world just yet. Picking Draco up with a flick of her wand, Hermione deposited him on the couch. She then healed his face, and did a quick cleaning spell for the blood. Satisfied that Malfoy was sufficiently healed, she devoted her attention to Harry. "What possessed you to hit Malfoy?" she asked.
"Trust me, you don't want to know."
"No, I suppose not," Hermione agreed.
"Scarboy, Mudblood, why am I here?"
"Well, you see.." Hermione started..
"...something went wrong with the spell. Joe..Joe..Joe..." Hermione broke off. Harry decided to help out. "Listen prat, you obviously screwed the spell up because" Hermione clamped a hand over Harry's mouth. That was definitely not the tactful way to handle things.
"Malfoysomethingwentwrongandjoesarealbaby." She said.
"Come again?" he responded, sure that he'd misheard.
"The spell messed up and Joe is a real baby not a sim." She repeated. Malfoy fainted.
"Ennervate." Hermione cast the spell, and watched nervously as Malfoy stirred on the floor. (He'd fallen of the sofa.) [Completely unrelated, but is anyone British? Do you guys say couch, or sofa, or something else. Sorry, I'm American.]
"I must write my father for his instructions." Malfoy declared. "What? Your father would want to kill the baby!" Hermione shrieked.
"No, I don't think so. Father has always warned me to be sure about contraceptives when having sex. He says that Malfoy's shouldn't have bastards."
"So he'll kill it!"
"No, more likely he'll want to pass it off as mine and Pansy's, or else have me marry you. He'll respond fairly quickly though. But I'm fairly sure he won't want it dead."
"But its not a pureblood..."
"Potter hasn't told you?"
"How do you know about it Malfoy?" Harry interjected.
"Lily Potter. Voldemort extracted it from her mind in one of the three times he went up against her before her eventual demise."
"So you've known all this time?"
"No, just this year."
"What are you talking about?" Hermione finally managed to ask.
"Erm, you know you're adopted, right Hermione?" Harry said.
"Yes."
"Well, you're my twin sister."
"No way. You're lying."
"Yeah, and James Potter isn't really our father."
"Then who is?"
"Professor Snape."
"Hermione backed up. "Harry, this is too much. I can't handle this. I can't. Tell me this is a joke Harry, please!" Slowly, Harry shook his head.
Draco, even the insensitive git, said, "So it's ok. He's pureblood. Even if one of his great-grandparents were muggles. So, Hermione, I'm going to write my father. Shall I give him the news in a letter, or bring him here to speak with us."
"Glarb" Hermione whimpered.
"Which do you think he'll react to better?" Harry wanted to know.
"Probably the meeting." Draco replied.
"Then that's what we'll do."
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Severus ran his hands through his hair as he paced around the room. 'Stupid brat, no chance he's my offspring..' Then he heard a knock on the door. "Severus?"
"Come in." Snape barked
Albus Dumbledore walked in, and conjured up an armchair, then sat in it. "Severus, Harry will understand, as will Miss Granger, I'm sure."
"Damn you, can't you ever be wrong?"
"There was the Crouch thing.."
"Albus, they won't expect me to be their father can they? I'm not going to, I just can't. Besides, Minerva will kill me. Humph. Imagine her finding out that her two favorites are my children. No, better to pretend it has never happened."
Dumbledore sighed heavily. "Severus my boy, the best things in life, you have to work for. Besides, those two know how to keep things secret."
"What about Weasely?"
"Ah yes, Ronald. He's been a bit suspicious of Harry's sudden anxiety I believe. The three of you will need to together decide whether or not to tell Weasely." Dumbledore rose, and walked toward the door. "You know Severus, you could put together a Pensive of some of your best times with Lily, and It might help them to understand." With that parting comment, he left.
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Ginny picked up Alison angrily. 'Stupid baby, always has a wet nappy, or it hungry, or tired. I am sick of this!' she thought. Ginny disliked having to always take care of the baby. Harry helped, between Quidditch, homework, and everything else. But that wasn't much help. Hermione was inhuman; Ginny thought as she finally lay the baby down in her crib. 'How can Hermione do it? Joe is with her 24/7, and she still looks presentable, has all her homework done perfectly, and takes care of Alison a ton of the time- and her 'husband' didn't help at all!' Ginny was jealous and she knew it. But what could she do? Harry walked in. "Hiya Gin." He said. "Quidditch practice was murder today. Wish I could play with this cuddly baby instead of doing my homework and all now."
But this was the last straw. Ginny leapt up, enraged, "Harry Potter, I am sick of this! I love the baby, but I can't handle it all alone! You try, I know, but it's not enough!"
Harry looked startled, but swiftly recovered. "Well, what would you have me do? It would be kind of suspicious if I dropped out of Quidditch!"
"I don't know- just take her- god!" Ginny pushed Alison into Harry's hands. He looked angry for a minute, and then stomped out of sight. Suddenly, Ginny flopped on her bed, crying hysterically.
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Harry looked at Alison, and sighed. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't drop out of Quidditch, and he did try to take care of the baby whenever possible. What could he do? Talk to Hermione, he supposed. So for the third time that day, he spun resolutely and marched to Hermione's room.
She seemed to have gotten over her earlier shock, and when he arrived, she was sitting on her bed, nursing Joe, and singing softly to him. She didn't see Harry come in, so she was caught unawares. Harry stood there for a moment, looking at her. She was smiling and on her face was an expression of love and adoration. She looked as though she was the most content person on Earth, and he suddenly suppressed an odd feeling that had risen up in his chest. He cleared his throat, alerting her to his presence.
"Oh, hi Harry. We were just finishing up dinner."
"Hermione, I need to talk to you."
"Ok, c'mere. Why do you sound so upset? How many more life shattering secrets can you possibly have left?"
"Ginny hates our baby."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "What? That's ridiculous, no mother could hate her child." Harry however, simply sighed and said, "Ginny can. Well, I guess she loves her, but this baby is ruining her life. She doesn't want to take care of her anymore. She says she's sick of diapers and spit up, nursing and crying."
Hermione looked at him. "Oh Harry, that's so sad.." She trailed off.
"Tell me about it. So, any ideas?"
"Just one. But you're not going to like it." "Try me." He told her wryly, mopping up drool from his robes.
She told him He didn't like it. (A/N-That's from Artemis Fowl, the best book ever, after Harry Potter)
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Ron was getting tired of all this secrecy. It irked him, knowing that his best friends didn't trust him enough to tell him the truth. He knew they were keeping something from him, and it was bothering him. A lot. Why didn't they trust him? These questions ran over and over, in his head. Then Lavender came in, and told him that he had to watch the project for the next few days.
"Lav?" He asked her.
"I wanted to ask you, if you knew your friends were keeping a secret from you, a big secret, should you confront them?"
"I would, if they're really your friends they will tell you the truth if not then dump them."
"Thanks Lav." Ron slumped back into the couch. Then, he was taken by surprise as Lavender gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I, um, Lavender, I don't know." She looked hurt. So, ever the Gryffindor, he said, "We shouldn't really be doing this."
"And why not?"
"Because of, um, Herm-umm, because you're not my girlfriend!" Ron gave him self a congratulatory pat on the back for finding such a good reason.
"No, but I am your wife.." She kissed him again. This time, he kissed back.
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In a mansion, two men were conferring. "My lord, we have found her."
"The Granger girl?"
"Yes my lord."
"Interesting. Very good Lucius. You have done remarkably well. A third person emerged from the Floo. "My lord?"
"Ahh, it's you. How goes the situation at Hogwarts?"
"I have been made his girlfriend. Also, I saw the Weasely girl crying in the dormitory about how 'this whole thing has ruined her life, and she wishes it would just go away.' Potter and the 'baby' were not there however."
"Very good." Hissed Lord Voldemort. "Proceeed with our plans then. Soon, the waiting will be over.
Sinister cackling echoed throughout the room.
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A/N2- Long chappie, huh- you're welcome! Reviews are motivators! By now you should have figured out about the evil people and the plot.. The Lucius Hermione meeting is in chapter 9- and what is Hermiones idea? I hope this makes up for the last cliffhangar!
Disclaimer- I own Harry Potter, I'm JK! ..if only that stood for Joanne Kathleen instead of Just Kidding.
Before When the boys had arrived at Hermione's quarters, Harry removed his spell and drew Draco aside. "Listen to me Malfoy. What Hermione tells you is very very serious and important, and if you don't listen, and support her, then I'm gonna find you, castrate you, snap your wand, and throw you Ron, who will slash you up like the beast you are. Then we'll give you to Hermione, and she will probably kill you. Understood?"
"Awww, ickle Potter has a dark side." Harry grabbed Draco, threw him against the wall and drew back his arm to swing. He let loose all his anger, and fury in that punch, and it hit Malfoy square on the jaw. Then hoisting up the other, he bodily threw him into Hermiones room. When Malfoy sailed through the entrance and smacked down quite ingloriously onto the floor, Hermione was justifiably horrified. She didn't want Joe to get any exposure to the violence of the world just yet. Picking Draco up with a flick of her wand, Hermione deposited him on the couch. She then healed his face, and did a quick cleaning spell for the blood. Satisfied that Malfoy was sufficiently healed, she devoted her attention to Harry. "What possessed you to hit Malfoy?" she asked.
"Trust me, you don't want to know."
"No, I suppose not," Hermione agreed.
"Scarboy, Mudblood, why am I here?"
"Well, you see.." Hermione started..
"...something went wrong with the spell. Joe..Joe..Joe..." Hermione broke off. Harry decided to help out. "Listen prat, you obviously screwed the spell up because" Hermione clamped a hand over Harry's mouth. That was definitely not the tactful way to handle things.
"Malfoysomethingwentwrongandjoesarealbaby." She said.
"Come again?" he responded, sure that he'd misheard.
"The spell messed up and Joe is a real baby not a sim." She repeated. Malfoy fainted.
"Ennervate." Hermione cast the spell, and watched nervously as Malfoy stirred on the floor. (He'd fallen of the sofa.) [Completely unrelated, but is anyone British? Do you guys say couch, or sofa, or something else. Sorry, I'm American.]
"I must write my father for his instructions." Malfoy declared. "What? Your father would want to kill the baby!" Hermione shrieked.
"No, I don't think so. Father has always warned me to be sure about contraceptives when having sex. He says that Malfoy's shouldn't have bastards."
"So he'll kill it!"
"No, more likely he'll want to pass it off as mine and Pansy's, or else have me marry you. He'll respond fairly quickly though. But I'm fairly sure he won't want it dead."
"But its not a pureblood..."
"Potter hasn't told you?"
"How do you know about it Malfoy?" Harry interjected.
"Lily Potter. Voldemort extracted it from her mind in one of the three times he went up against her before her eventual demise."
"So you've known all this time?"
"No, just this year."
"What are you talking about?" Hermione finally managed to ask.
"Erm, you know you're adopted, right Hermione?" Harry said.
"Yes."
"Well, you're my twin sister."
"No way. You're lying."
"Yeah, and James Potter isn't really our father."
"Then who is?"
"Professor Snape."
"Hermione backed up. "Harry, this is too much. I can't handle this. I can't. Tell me this is a joke Harry, please!" Slowly, Harry shook his head.
Draco, even the insensitive git, said, "So it's ok. He's pureblood. Even if one of his great-grandparents were muggles. So, Hermione, I'm going to write my father. Shall I give him the news in a letter, or bring him here to speak with us."
"Glarb" Hermione whimpered.
"Which do you think he'll react to better?" Harry wanted to know.
"Probably the meeting." Draco replied.
"Then that's what we'll do."
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Severus ran his hands through his hair as he paced around the room. 'Stupid brat, no chance he's my offspring..' Then he heard a knock on the door. "Severus?"
"Come in." Snape barked
Albus Dumbledore walked in, and conjured up an armchair, then sat in it. "Severus, Harry will understand, as will Miss Granger, I'm sure."
"Damn you, can't you ever be wrong?"
"There was the Crouch thing.."
"Albus, they won't expect me to be their father can they? I'm not going to, I just can't. Besides, Minerva will kill me. Humph. Imagine her finding out that her two favorites are my children. No, better to pretend it has never happened."
Dumbledore sighed heavily. "Severus my boy, the best things in life, you have to work for. Besides, those two know how to keep things secret."
"What about Weasely?"
"Ah yes, Ronald. He's been a bit suspicious of Harry's sudden anxiety I believe. The three of you will need to together decide whether or not to tell Weasely." Dumbledore rose, and walked toward the door. "You know Severus, you could put together a Pensive of some of your best times with Lily, and It might help them to understand." With that parting comment, he left.
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Ginny picked up Alison angrily. 'Stupid baby, always has a wet nappy, or it hungry, or tired. I am sick of this!' she thought. Ginny disliked having to always take care of the baby. Harry helped, between Quidditch, homework, and everything else. But that wasn't much help. Hermione was inhuman; Ginny thought as she finally lay the baby down in her crib. 'How can Hermione do it? Joe is with her 24/7, and she still looks presentable, has all her homework done perfectly, and takes care of Alison a ton of the time- and her 'husband' didn't help at all!' Ginny was jealous and she knew it. But what could she do? Harry walked in. "Hiya Gin." He said. "Quidditch practice was murder today. Wish I could play with this cuddly baby instead of doing my homework and all now."
But this was the last straw. Ginny leapt up, enraged, "Harry Potter, I am sick of this! I love the baby, but I can't handle it all alone! You try, I know, but it's not enough!"
Harry looked startled, but swiftly recovered. "Well, what would you have me do? It would be kind of suspicious if I dropped out of Quidditch!"
"I don't know- just take her- god!" Ginny pushed Alison into Harry's hands. He looked angry for a minute, and then stomped out of sight. Suddenly, Ginny flopped on her bed, crying hysterically.
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Harry looked at Alison, and sighed. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't drop out of Quidditch, and he did try to take care of the baby whenever possible. What could he do? Talk to Hermione, he supposed. So for the third time that day, he spun resolutely and marched to Hermione's room.
She seemed to have gotten over her earlier shock, and when he arrived, she was sitting on her bed, nursing Joe, and singing softly to him. She didn't see Harry come in, so she was caught unawares. Harry stood there for a moment, looking at her. She was smiling and on her face was an expression of love and adoration. She looked as though she was the most content person on Earth, and he suddenly suppressed an odd feeling that had risen up in his chest. He cleared his throat, alerting her to his presence.
"Oh, hi Harry. We were just finishing up dinner."
"Hermione, I need to talk to you."
"Ok, c'mere. Why do you sound so upset? How many more life shattering secrets can you possibly have left?"
"Ginny hates our baby."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "What? That's ridiculous, no mother could hate her child." Harry however, simply sighed and said, "Ginny can. Well, I guess she loves her, but this baby is ruining her life. She doesn't want to take care of her anymore. She says she's sick of diapers and spit up, nursing and crying."
Hermione looked at him. "Oh Harry, that's so sad.." She trailed off.
"Tell me about it. So, any ideas?"
"Just one. But you're not going to like it." "Try me." He told her wryly, mopping up drool from his robes.
She told him He didn't like it. (A/N-That's from Artemis Fowl, the best book ever, after Harry Potter)
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Ron was getting tired of all this secrecy. It irked him, knowing that his best friends didn't trust him enough to tell him the truth. He knew they were keeping something from him, and it was bothering him. A lot. Why didn't they trust him? These questions ran over and over, in his head. Then Lavender came in, and told him that he had to watch the project for the next few days.
"Lav?" He asked her.
"I wanted to ask you, if you knew your friends were keeping a secret from you, a big secret, should you confront them?"
"I would, if they're really your friends they will tell you the truth if not then dump them."
"Thanks Lav." Ron slumped back into the couch. Then, he was taken by surprise as Lavender gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I, um, Lavender, I don't know." She looked hurt. So, ever the Gryffindor, he said, "We shouldn't really be doing this."
"And why not?"
"Because of, um, Herm-umm, because you're not my girlfriend!" Ron gave him self a congratulatory pat on the back for finding such a good reason.
"No, but I am your wife.." She kissed him again. This time, he kissed back.
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In a mansion, two men were conferring. "My lord, we have found her."
"The Granger girl?"
"Yes my lord."
"Interesting. Very good Lucius. You have done remarkably well. A third person emerged from the Floo. "My lord?"
"Ahh, it's you. How goes the situation at Hogwarts?"
"I have been made his girlfriend. Also, I saw the Weasely girl crying in the dormitory about how 'this whole thing has ruined her life, and she wishes it would just go away.' Potter and the 'baby' were not there however."
"Very good." Hissed Lord Voldemort. "Proceeed with our plans then. Soon, the waiting will be over.
Sinister cackling echoed throughout the room.
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A/N2- Long chappie, huh- you're welcome! Reviews are motivators! By now you should have figured out about the evil people and the plot.. The Lucius Hermione meeting is in chapter 9- and what is Hermiones idea? I hope this makes up for the last cliffhangar!