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Chapter 29 – The Mind Readers

"How is she?" Harry asked.

"Hermione…" Fleur started, looking quite haggard and tired.

"What? Tell me!"

"She's…" Fleur gave a cough, "is looking quite good. There's a high chance that she will be OK."

Harry felt a sense of relief that he had never felt before. "She's all right. Nothing will ever separate me from her and the baby again…"

"But…"

"But what?"

"After such a difficult and draining charm treatment, the baby's growth will still be OK, but he might be weak for the first few years, and might be premature." Fleur said in her most 'doctorish' voice.

"That's not too bad." Harry thought to himself. "Can I see her?"

"After she wakes up, which might take a day or two. She's still quite weak, and the Sleeping Charm takes a while to go away." Fleur said.

"Thanks for everything, Fleur." Harry said, shaking her hand at the same time.

"What are friends for?" Fleur said. "Everything will be fine, Harry" she said, giving him another peck on the cheek.
"Zat's the second time!" Viktor's voice sounded from the corridor.

"Everything's coming back together at last." Harry muttered to himself as he opened the door of his (and Ron's) new apartment they had bought near Wimbledon (and the tennis centre to boot). Hermione was back home after 5 months of continous tests in St Mungo's. Ron and Cho were already planning for the baby.

"And if we can charm that thing, it will turn and sing at the same time!" Cho said.

"Let me try" Ron said, waving his wand.

"Not bad."

"I'm an Auror, you twit."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot."

Harry turned and laughed. Ron and Cho would really make great parents.

"And so will we" Hermione said in his mind.

"You can read my mind?" Harry responded, looking at Hermione.

"Of course. Must have been one of the side effects of that charm."

"Not bad" Harry thought, "We're telepathic… What do you want for lunch?"

"Get me some spicy stuff. Got a sudden craving."

"Done. Eh Ron!" Harry said, 'What do you want for lunch?"

"Get me some Chinese food. Gotta try some of the stuff that she recommends…"

"You don't wanna try my cooking?" Cho said, in her familiar mocking tune?

Harry chuckled at Ron, who looked like he was going to be served poison. "Let's go and get some Mexican food, Hermione."

"Oh, yum" Hermione said, as the two of them laughed (in their minds).

"That was great, Harry!" Hermione said as Harry drove his brand new BMW 720i (my kind of car…) into the garage of the house.

"No problem." Harry replied as he opened the door of the car. "Wonder how was Ron's lunch?"

"Not very good. Cho's cooking ain't much better than mine."

"I know. I have the ulcers in my mouth to prove that."

"Why you." Hermione raised her voice, smacking Harry on the shoulder.

"Don't get angry, it harms the baby," Harry said, trying to cool the tension. "Anyways, Wimbledon starts today, and we've got front-row seats!"

"The best thing of having a great house." Hermione said as she walked up the stairs.

Harry picked up his old Omniculars and zoomed in on the huge Centre Court.

"Looks like Federer is whipping someone's ass out there."

"Of course," Hermione said, "He's bound to win Wimbledon this year."

Ever since the world found out about a secret wizarding world, there has been a successful 'blend' between both worlds. "Since when were wizards interested in Muggle sports? Heck, even Dean got a job as manager of West Ham…"

"How's lunch, Ron?"

"Brilliant!" Ron said, 'my wife's cooking has definitely improved. Try for yourself!"

Harry picked up one of the fish slices on the table and looked at it. "Looks better than Hermione's"

"I heard that, Mr Potter."

"Drats, I forgot." Harry thought. He placed the piece in his mouth.

"Quite good, Mrs Weasley."

"Thanks, Mr…"

Cho grimaced in pain and fell to the floor…

I know this chapter is a bit meaningless, but please still read and review… Thanks…