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Dumbledore did indeed announce what had happened to Harry and Hermione; about how they had gone back in time by accident (but not about how Harry and Hermione were married and expecting a child), everyone cheered, except the Slytherins, of course.
The day went by fairly quickly. Quite a few people congratulated Harry and Hermione about being back safe, and by the end of the day, only a very few amount of people knew that Harry and Hermione were married, and that Hermione was pregnant.
That evening, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were sitting on the far side of the lake under a tree, hidden from view by a clump of bushes. There was hardly anyone out on the grounds, though, because it was already 8:00. Fifth years and above had curfew at 9:00. There were a couple students still flying around the Quidditch pitch.
At the moment, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were in a discussion about how the Burrow had been destroyed.
"Ginny, I'm still really sorry to hear that your home was destroyed," said Hermione.
"It's all right," said Ginny with a shrug. "At least no one was injured...except for that ghoul in the attic..."
Harry managed a weak smile.
"When did this happen, anyway?" he asked.
"During the Christmas holidays, when we were all at 12 Grimmauld Place," said Ginny. "It was a couple days after Christmas, and I had just finish eating breakfast when Dad came in and said that You-Know-Who had destroyed our house. Lupin, Dumbledore, Mum, George, Fred, and Bill and Charlie were there when Dad announced what had happened.
"What did they do?"
"Well, Mum started crying, and Dad went over and comforted her."
"And what did the others do?" asked Harry.
"Well," continued Ginny. "Dumbledore went over to the stove and made some tea, and Lupin went to Mum and tried to comfort her. Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie were very sad over what happened. George said that at least we had each other, and that was all that mattered; this cheered Mum up a little, but she still went on crying."
"But why?" asked Neville.
"Because You-Know-Who destroyed our house, Mum and everyone else could never again visit my brother's grave."
There was a long silence after this, as everyone's minds went back to that fateful night a year and a half ago. Harry tried hard not to think that he wouldn't be able to visit his best friend's grave. He gave his head a little shake to clear his mind of these thoughts.
"So, Harry, Hermione, when exactly did you two get married?" Harry could tell that Neville was trying to change the subject.
"During the Easter holidays, at Godric's Hollow," said Harry. "We, Hermione and I, that is, met your mum and dad, Ginny. And a much younger version of your brothers, Bill and Charlie.
"Really?!" Ginny asked, incredulously.
"Yeah, apparently you parents were friends of my grandparents."
"Interesting..."
"What are you planning on naming the baby?" asked Neville.
"Well, Harry and I were thinking of naming it Jamie if it's a girl, and Ron if it's a boy," said Hermione.
"What about middle names?" asked Ginny.
"We haven't really thought about those," said Hermione.
"I like the name Aphrodite," said Ginny.
Hermione looked at Harry, who nodded.
"Aphrodite, it is then," said Hermione. She chewed her lower lip. "Harry? Is it all right if we come up with a different first name for the baby if it's a girl?"
"What were you thinking of?" Harry asked.
"Helen," said Hermione. "Helen Aphrodite Potter."
Harry smiled. "How about Jamie Helen Potter?"
"Sounds good to me," said Hermione. "But what if the baby is a boy?"
"Hector?" suggested Harry. "I've been reading the Iliad," he said. "That's where the names Helen and Aphrodite are mentioned, also."
"Ronald Hector Potter..."
"I like it," said Ginny. "It sounds-"
"As though it was a name given by a Mudblood," said an unpleasant voice. Malfoy stepped into view. "Why are you even talking about baby names, anyway?"
"Why are you even here, Malfoy?" said Harry, looking at Malfoy with distaste.
"To complete some unfinished business, Potter."
"And what would that be?" Hermione stood up. Harry got up too, and stood next to Hermione.
"Do you remember what happened in Diagon Alley, before you and Potter went back in time?"
"Yes," said Hermione.
"And do you remember me saying that I would get you back for that?"
"I remember," said Hermione. She crossed her arms, and said with impatience, "Are you finished yet?"
"Shut up, Granger!"
Harry pulled out his wand. "It's Potter now, Malfoy."
Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"And the next time you talk to my wife like that, I will do much worse to you than what I'm going to do now." And without waiting for an answer, Harry raised his wand and Stunned Malfoy.
"Thanks for taking care of that for me, Harry."
"No problem," Harry replied. "Uh...what are we going to do about him?" He kicked Malfoy with his shoe.
Hermione pulled out her wand, pointed it at Malfoy, and muttered something. He disappeared instantly.
"Where did you send him?" asked Ginny, Harry, and Neville.
"To Madame Pomfrey."
Suddenly, Hermione yawned widely.
"I'm really tired," she said. "I think I'll go to bed now."
"All right," said Harry. "Ginny, Neville, and I will be along in a few minutes. How about a good night kiss before you go?
Hermione grinned, and was swept into a a loving kiss by Harry.
"Good night, Harry," said Hermione when they broke apart.
"Good night," said Harry.
Ginny and Neville bade Hermione good night, and then she left.
It was quiet for a while after that, with the only sound being that of the wind rustling through the trees.
"You made an excellent choice in marrying Hermione," said Neville, grinning at Harry.
"I agree," said Ginny.
Harry smiled.
Everything was silent for a while, and Harry sat back down beside Ginny and Neville. Harry lay down on the ground, and closed his eyes as he listened to the to the water of the lake rippling onto the shore. He breathed a deep sigh of contentment.
Suddenly, the peaceful silence was shattered by a bloodcurdling scream.
Harry's eyes snapped open, and he stood up, and looked to Neville and Ginny, panic showing in his face and eyes. "Hermione!"
Harry ran off to the direction of the where the scream had come from, convinced that whatever he found would not be something good; Ginny and Neville ran along behind him.
What Harry found confirmed his worries. There was a patch of ground that looked as though it had been trodden on many times; the grass was reduced to muddy nothingness. Harry could see at least two- no, three- pairs of foot prints. Neville pointed out something lying on the ground, and Harry went over and picked it up. It was a wand. Hermione's wand.
"Voldemort. He's taken her."
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Disclaimer: Try and guess. If you get the answer wrong, a monkey will attack you. :-)
Dumbledore did indeed announce what had happened to Harry and Hermione; about how they had gone back in time by accident (but not about how Harry and Hermione were married and expecting a child), everyone cheered, except the Slytherins, of course.
The day went by fairly quickly. Quite a few people congratulated Harry and Hermione about being back safe, and by the end of the day, only a very few amount of people knew that Harry and Hermione were married, and that Hermione was pregnant.
That evening, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were sitting on the far side of the lake under a tree, hidden from view by a clump of bushes. There was hardly anyone out on the grounds, though, because it was already 8:00. Fifth years and above had curfew at 9:00. There were a couple students still flying around the Quidditch pitch.
At the moment, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were in a discussion about how the Burrow had been destroyed.
"Ginny, I'm still really sorry to hear that your home was destroyed," said Hermione.
"It's all right," said Ginny with a shrug. "At least no one was injured...except for that ghoul in the attic..."
Harry managed a weak smile.
"When did this happen, anyway?" he asked.
"During the Christmas holidays, when we were all at 12 Grimmauld Place," said Ginny. "It was a couple days after Christmas, and I had just finish eating breakfast when Dad came in and said that You-Know-Who had destroyed our house. Lupin, Dumbledore, Mum, George, Fred, and Bill and Charlie were there when Dad announced what had happened.
"What did they do?"
"Well, Mum started crying, and Dad went over and comforted her."
"And what did the others do?" asked Harry.
"Well," continued Ginny. "Dumbledore went over to the stove and made some tea, and Lupin went to Mum and tried to comfort her. Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie were very sad over what happened. George said that at least we had each other, and that was all that mattered; this cheered Mum up a little, but she still went on crying."
"But why?" asked Neville.
"Because You-Know-Who destroyed our house, Mum and everyone else could never again visit my brother's grave."
There was a long silence after this, as everyone's minds went back to that fateful night a year and a half ago. Harry tried hard not to think that he wouldn't be able to visit his best friend's grave. He gave his head a little shake to clear his mind of these thoughts.
"So, Harry, Hermione, when exactly did you two get married?" Harry could tell that Neville was trying to change the subject.
"During the Easter holidays, at Godric's Hollow," said Harry. "We, Hermione and I, that is, met your mum and dad, Ginny. And a much younger version of your brothers, Bill and Charlie.
"Really?!" Ginny asked, incredulously.
"Yeah, apparently you parents were friends of my grandparents."
"Interesting..."
"What are you planning on naming the baby?" asked Neville.
"Well, Harry and I were thinking of naming it Jamie if it's a girl, and Ron if it's a boy," said Hermione.
"What about middle names?" asked Ginny.
"We haven't really thought about those," said Hermione.
"I like the name Aphrodite," said Ginny.
Hermione looked at Harry, who nodded.
"Aphrodite, it is then," said Hermione. She chewed her lower lip. "Harry? Is it all right if we come up with a different first name for the baby if it's a girl?"
"What were you thinking of?" Harry asked.
"Helen," said Hermione. "Helen Aphrodite Potter."
Harry smiled. "How about Jamie Helen Potter?"
"Sounds good to me," said Hermione. "But what if the baby is a boy?"
"Hector?" suggested Harry. "I've been reading the Iliad," he said. "That's where the names Helen and Aphrodite are mentioned, also."
"Ronald Hector Potter..."
"I like it," said Ginny. "It sounds-"
"As though it was a name given by a Mudblood," said an unpleasant voice. Malfoy stepped into view. "Why are you even talking about baby names, anyway?"
"Why are you even here, Malfoy?" said Harry, looking at Malfoy with distaste.
"To complete some unfinished business, Potter."
"And what would that be?" Hermione stood up. Harry got up too, and stood next to Hermione.
"Do you remember what happened in Diagon Alley, before you and Potter went back in time?"
"Yes," said Hermione.
"And do you remember me saying that I would get you back for that?"
"I remember," said Hermione. She crossed her arms, and said with impatience, "Are you finished yet?"
"Shut up, Granger!"
Harry pulled out his wand. "It's Potter now, Malfoy."
Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"And the next time you talk to my wife like that, I will do much worse to you than what I'm going to do now." And without waiting for an answer, Harry raised his wand and Stunned Malfoy.
"Thanks for taking care of that for me, Harry."
"No problem," Harry replied. "Uh...what are we going to do about him?" He kicked Malfoy with his shoe.
Hermione pulled out her wand, pointed it at Malfoy, and muttered something. He disappeared instantly.
"Where did you send him?" asked Ginny, Harry, and Neville.
"To Madame Pomfrey."
Suddenly, Hermione yawned widely.
"I'm really tired," she said. "I think I'll go to bed now."
"All right," said Harry. "Ginny, Neville, and I will be along in a few minutes. How about a good night kiss before you go?
Hermione grinned, and was swept into a a loving kiss by Harry.
"Good night, Harry," said Hermione when they broke apart.
"Good night," said Harry.
Ginny and Neville bade Hermione good night, and then she left.
It was quiet for a while after that, with the only sound being that of the wind rustling through the trees.
"You made an excellent choice in marrying Hermione," said Neville, grinning at Harry.
"I agree," said Ginny.
Harry smiled.
Everything was silent for a while, and Harry sat back down beside Ginny and Neville. Harry lay down on the ground, and closed his eyes as he listened to the to the water of the lake rippling onto the shore. He breathed a deep sigh of contentment.
Suddenly, the peaceful silence was shattered by a bloodcurdling scream.
Harry's eyes snapped open, and he stood up, and looked to Neville and Ginny, panic showing in his face and eyes. "Hermione!"
Harry ran off to the direction of the where the scream had come from, convinced that whatever he found would not be something good; Ginny and Neville ran along behind him.
What Harry found confirmed his worries. There was a patch of ground that looked as though it had been trodden on many times; the grass was reduced to muddy nothingness. Harry could see at least two- no, three- pairs of foot prints. Neville pointed out something lying on the ground, and Harry went over and picked it up. It was a wand. Hermione's wand.
"Voldemort. He's taken her."
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