I'm not going to bother changing the title because it's still about 6
months with a mermaid. Even though now I think I'm going to Make it into a
year or more for the whole plot to come out.
Disclaimer: I do not own characters except Mina.
Please send me some good reviews since I'm focusing on this story more then my others now. Have a good read! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione woke up an hour later. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a pair of half-moon glasses.
"Dumbledore?" She murmured.
"Yes, Miss Granger."
Madam Pomfrey walked over to her side and pulled her cushions up so she could sit up comfortable.
"Was it all a dream? I'm not really pregnant with twins, am I?" She asked looking at him. His eyes didn't hold the twinkle they normally did. Instead they looked dull and dark.
"No. It was not a dream, Miss Granger. You are two months pregnant with the twins."
"But how. I'm still a... you know..." Her face blushed furiously. She was clearly embarrassed about her condition and speaking about it with her headmaster was something you didn't normally do.
Outside it was dark and she could hear the music still playing from the ball.
"Miss Granger I must ask you, did you know of your adoption." He asked softly. Hermione hung her head and nodded. It had been the reason behind her clothes change and being more outgoing. If she'd have had a depression turn she'd have probably had no friends and have committed suicide already. She'd been putting it off through the holidays since she found out.
"Miss Granger. Do you know who your real parents are?"
She slowly shook her head.
"Miss Granger will you please look at me?" He sighed. He had held all her information about her past and her future from over the years and now was about to release it. She inched her head towards him and looked into his eyes again. They were still so dull and looked uncomfortable.
"Hermione, if I may call you that, you are not a muggle born like you thought you were. You are in fact from two of the purest blood families in history. You are the lovechild of Bellatrix Black Lestrange and Tom Riddle otherwise known as Voldemort. You was given up to a muggle adoption agency when Bellatrix went into Askaban."
He watched her expression at this. Her pupils grew larger then normal almost covering the almond brown. He didn't wait for her to say anything before continuing.
"Before you say anything I must tell you something else. Thousands of years ago a prophecy was made by Cassandra Trelawny on her death bed. The whole world depended on this prophecy becoming real but many people lost faith in it. The prophecy was;
The son of an evil sinner will impregnate the virgin daughter of darkness, but who was raised into the light, giving birth to twins. These twins could be used. One child representing light and the other representing dark. If evil got to them and kept them the whole world will be reduced to darkness and evil. If good gets to them and keeps them the world will be rid or pure evil until the day they die. The fate of this depends on a Great War that will begin when the twins age six months."
Hermione's mouth had dropped almost to the floor when he'd finished the reciting of the prophecy. She was almost speechless until she realised what he meant.
"You mean that the fate of the world relies on my twins. But how did they... you know... get conceived?"
Dumbledore sat there thinking for a moment before saying,
"There is a way. There is potion that has not been used for centuries since the ingredients are so hard to get. It's made by using the blood of Astarta and Fortuna, which can only be found deep under Rome in a certain rock. When this is taken it sends people into dreams which seem real. If I'm correct you must have taken this potion on the night you got pregnant. Which was the night of the Winter Ball if Poppy's calculations are correct. Can you remember having a dream that night and who was in it?"
Hermione was open mouthed at what Dumbledore had just said. Then she remembered.
"Malfoy..." She whispered.
Dumbledore must have heard what she had whispered.
"Is Malfoy the one from the dream?"
Hermione slowly nodded her head, knowing what he was going to say next.
"Then that makes Mr Malfoy the father of your twins."
Hermione seemed to faze out of the world around her, captured in her own thoughts. It was all too much. In one night she'd found out that she was a pureblood, not just any pureblood but Voldemort's daughter. And then she'd found that she was expecting twins even though she was a virgin and the father was none other then Draco Malfoy. Though the floors she could hear the music still going on. She wondered if he knew, if he'd slipped her the potion. She thought about Ginny and Mina. They were down there enjoying them selves while she was up here, holding information that could rid the world of evil or just let evil over come.
Madam Pomfrey came over to her bed, shooing Dumbledore away saying that she'd had enough stress for one day and needed sleep. But that wasn't what she really wanted. She wanted answers but she found that she couldn't her voice box didn't seem to be able to speak. She tried to swallow a lump her throat only to vomit over the side of her bed.
"Ohh, dear you're too young to have all this stress. You have to be relaxed during this pregnancy. It's very odd that a girl of your age can have twins. Here take this." She said handing Hermione a small glass vial with a clear liquid in it. She raised it to her lips and downed the liquid, falling asleep almost instantly. The vial dropped from her fingers and smashed as it reached the floor.
The old nurse seemed confused at this since they weren't supposed to smash that easily. Shrugging she cleared up the glass and finished mopping up the vomit on the floor.
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Not much of an ending but hey a lot of surprises in that chap weren't there? Plzz give me you thoughts on it. I love hearing from you.
Disclaimer: I do not own characters except Mina.
Please send me some good reviews since I'm focusing on this story more then my others now. Have a good read! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione woke up an hour later. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a pair of half-moon glasses.
"Dumbledore?" She murmured.
"Yes, Miss Granger."
Madam Pomfrey walked over to her side and pulled her cushions up so she could sit up comfortable.
"Was it all a dream? I'm not really pregnant with twins, am I?" She asked looking at him. His eyes didn't hold the twinkle they normally did. Instead they looked dull and dark.
"No. It was not a dream, Miss Granger. You are two months pregnant with the twins."
"But how. I'm still a... you know..." Her face blushed furiously. She was clearly embarrassed about her condition and speaking about it with her headmaster was something you didn't normally do.
Outside it was dark and she could hear the music still playing from the ball.
"Miss Granger I must ask you, did you know of your adoption." He asked softly. Hermione hung her head and nodded. It had been the reason behind her clothes change and being more outgoing. If she'd have had a depression turn she'd have probably had no friends and have committed suicide already. She'd been putting it off through the holidays since she found out.
"Miss Granger. Do you know who your real parents are?"
She slowly shook her head.
"Miss Granger will you please look at me?" He sighed. He had held all her information about her past and her future from over the years and now was about to release it. She inched her head towards him and looked into his eyes again. They were still so dull and looked uncomfortable.
"Hermione, if I may call you that, you are not a muggle born like you thought you were. You are in fact from two of the purest blood families in history. You are the lovechild of Bellatrix Black Lestrange and Tom Riddle otherwise known as Voldemort. You was given up to a muggle adoption agency when Bellatrix went into Askaban."
He watched her expression at this. Her pupils grew larger then normal almost covering the almond brown. He didn't wait for her to say anything before continuing.
"Before you say anything I must tell you something else. Thousands of years ago a prophecy was made by Cassandra Trelawny on her death bed. The whole world depended on this prophecy becoming real but many people lost faith in it. The prophecy was;
The son of an evil sinner will impregnate the virgin daughter of darkness, but who was raised into the light, giving birth to twins. These twins could be used. One child representing light and the other representing dark. If evil got to them and kept them the whole world will be reduced to darkness and evil. If good gets to them and keeps them the world will be rid or pure evil until the day they die. The fate of this depends on a Great War that will begin when the twins age six months."
Hermione's mouth had dropped almost to the floor when he'd finished the reciting of the prophecy. She was almost speechless until she realised what he meant.
"You mean that the fate of the world relies on my twins. But how did they... you know... get conceived?"
Dumbledore sat there thinking for a moment before saying,
"There is a way. There is potion that has not been used for centuries since the ingredients are so hard to get. It's made by using the blood of Astarta and Fortuna, which can only be found deep under Rome in a certain rock. When this is taken it sends people into dreams which seem real. If I'm correct you must have taken this potion on the night you got pregnant. Which was the night of the Winter Ball if Poppy's calculations are correct. Can you remember having a dream that night and who was in it?"
Hermione was open mouthed at what Dumbledore had just said. Then she remembered.
"Malfoy..." She whispered.
Dumbledore must have heard what she had whispered.
"Is Malfoy the one from the dream?"
Hermione slowly nodded her head, knowing what he was going to say next.
"Then that makes Mr Malfoy the father of your twins."
Hermione seemed to faze out of the world around her, captured in her own thoughts. It was all too much. In one night she'd found out that she was a pureblood, not just any pureblood but Voldemort's daughter. And then she'd found that she was expecting twins even though she was a virgin and the father was none other then Draco Malfoy. Though the floors she could hear the music still going on. She wondered if he knew, if he'd slipped her the potion. She thought about Ginny and Mina. They were down there enjoying them selves while she was up here, holding information that could rid the world of evil or just let evil over come.
Madam Pomfrey came over to her bed, shooing Dumbledore away saying that she'd had enough stress for one day and needed sleep. But that wasn't what she really wanted. She wanted answers but she found that she couldn't her voice box didn't seem to be able to speak. She tried to swallow a lump her throat only to vomit over the side of her bed.
"Ohh, dear you're too young to have all this stress. You have to be relaxed during this pregnancy. It's very odd that a girl of your age can have twins. Here take this." She said handing Hermione a small glass vial with a clear liquid in it. She raised it to her lips and downed the liquid, falling asleep almost instantly. The vial dropped from her fingers and smashed as it reached the floor.
The old nurse seemed confused at this since they weren't supposed to smash that easily. Shrugging she cleared up the glass and finished mopping up the vomit on the floor.
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Not much of an ending but hey a lot of surprises in that chap weren't there? Plzz give me you thoughts on it. I love hearing from you.