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Chapter 27 – The Chosen One
"Give up the baby."
Harry somehow had expected that answer. It was his destiny. He would never get to enjoy a normal life, all because of that scar…
"If she doesn't give it up, what would happen?" Harry asked quietly
"She would lose all her energy, and it would be impossible for us to give both her and the child enough energy to keep them both alive. Both will die."
Harry sank back into his chair. He had no choice, really. He and Hermione could easily have another child, but what would Hermione think? What would she say if he told her to give up the baby? He didn't want her to make that choice. He didn't want anyone to make that choice.
Harry trudged slowly along the corridors of St' Mungo's. Pictures of all sorts of medi-wizards were looking at him, giving lame comments, just what Harry didn't need at this time.
"Please shut up before I rip your portraits into pieces."
"How rude!" one picture said as the rest turned around to do their own things.
Harry had no time to argue. He didn't even know where Hermione was. He hurried along the long, narrow corridors full of people wandering around.
"Hey, Harry!" a familiar voice sounded behind him.
Harry turned around and saw Ron standing behind him. He suddenly felt the warmth that Ron brought to his life. Whenever he was down, Ron would somehow cheer him up. However, Harry couldn't muster up any smile and just nodded at Ron.
"Hey man, what's with you? Never seen you like this before."
"It's Hermione, she's…"
"She's what?" Ron asked, "What's wrong with her?"
"She's got a relapse of some sort." Harry started.
"And…"
"Both she and the baby are in danger."
Ron said nothing. He, like Harry, also expected it. Well, sort of…
"So what can we do?"
"Give up the baby." Harry answered with a sigh.
"Tough one" Ron said, his voice hardly audible. "Maybe I shouldn'Fp>
Harry y, but I feel that the mother is still more important. You two are still young, and have other chances to have kids. Hermione's life is more important."
"Yeah, I think so too" Harry said. "But I'm going to let Hermione decide. It's her baby anyway."
"What is the chance of her surviving with the baby?"
"About zero, I think."
It was late at night. Hermione had a lot of visitors since entering St' Mungo's. From her parents, to the Weasley twins, to Harry's old classmates, almost everyone Harry and Hermione knew came.
"Now it's late, no one should be coming." Harry thought to himself.
"You want to say something, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"No… Er… Yes" Harry answered. "How did you know?"
"Woman's instinct."
Harry smiled. "Humour never hurts."
"Hermione, you are in danger."
"From who?"
"From your baby."
Harry took a deep breath and continued. "The baby is sucking energy that you lost because of the curse. The only way to cure you is to give up the baby."
Hermione looked stunned. Her face, already pale from sickness, turned deadly white.
"I also don't want any of this to happen. I love the child too. But if you don't give it up, you two would most likely die." Harry said.
"I know it's tough. I hate to see you suffer like this too. But we're still young. We have many chances to have children."
Harry's heart really shattered when he saw tears well up in her eyes. He had to force himself.
"So please, Hermione. For the two of us, please listen to the doctors. Give it up."
Hermione started to cry. Harry gave her a hug as he felt his shoulder becoming wetter and wetter. "I'm sorry" he whispered.
"I can't do it." Hermione said in between sobs. "I can feel him in me. You're not a woman, you don't know how much connection there is between the child and me. I don't care. I'm willing to risk it."
Harry saw the determination in Hermione's eyes and knew that it was helpless to try to persuade her otherwise. He gripped her harder and whispered. "Don't worry, the chief medi-wizard said that there is one charm to have to transfer this curse. I'll find it, you don't worry."
For the next few days, Harry searched high and low for ancient spell books. He asked almost everyone he knew about this unknown curse, but no one seemed to know what it was.
"I can't give up." Harry muttered to himself.
"I'VE GOT IT!" a voice sounded from the main door of the hospital.
Harry ran out. He couldn't believe who was at the door…
Who is this mystery person? Find out in the next chapter… Please please please review!