1. The Birth
The make shift hospital a few yards from ground zero was crowd filled with the smell of blood and sweat. It has been five years since the offical start of the war against the Dark Lord, and already too many have died. Yet a few tents down there came a woman's cry filled with pain. Within the middle of the tent laid Ginny Potter, while three women surrounded her. Her mother sat beside her only daugther gripping her hand and helping her through the process, Hermione stood on the other side her hand grasped tightly over Ginny's as her eyes were fixed on the healer.
Cassandra Lemercier, the healer. The tent had grown hotter to allow the child to accustom itself from within it's mother's womb to the outside world. "Alright Ginny it's time." She said as she looked at the young women, her red hair drenched.
"Oh sweet Merlin." Was all she said as she listen to her mother and Cassandra, pushing when told too and taking a breather when allowed too. It took over an hour, before the child was finally delivered the cry was loud and presistent as Cassandra lifted the child from between Ginny's legs and showed the three women. It had black hair just like it's father, yet held the same blue eyes just like it's mother. At most Mrs. Weasley started to bawl holding her daughter tightly, while Hermione untangled her hand from Ginny's and ascended the stairs to the open air. As she parted the flap and straighten herself up a group of men stood there. Anxious especially the father. Grabbing hold of Harry's hands, her long time friend she gave him a smile one that was filled with love and joy.
"It's a boy." And at once a loud joyous cry went through the base, this was a win for the light side. June 12 the eve of the Late Headmaster Dumbledore's death. "What name shall you give your first born son, Harry?" He turned his head upwards a little lingering on the stars above that shown brightly through the clouds, as if to celebrate his son's birth. "Gregory Sirius Potter..." Just as he looked down again, Cassandra emerged from the tent her cat shaped eyes fell on the chosen one.
"You may see them." He nodded and held out his hand towards her with she took, their eyes never leaving each other's as a small piece of parchment was passed between them. "Good night." At once she turned swiftly the crowd of wizards and witches parted quickly. Hermione gave the woman's back a long hard stare and closely behind Harry, Ron and herself descended into the tent to praise the young woman and her first child.
She knew the way people stared at her, with distrust and disgust. Yet she didn't mind, it was what she chose. She knew what they whispered amoung themselves, "Another Snape... Another traitor... She is endowed with the dark arts... She is the closest to he- who- must- not- be- named." Arriving at the apparation circle, she vanished and ended up in a office that looked remarkably like Professor Snape's, potions bubbling and herbs laid carelessly on the work desk. Looking around the room, she opened the small parchment that Harry had given her and read it before throwing it into the fire.
Bring me the last of the Horcrux's distination Cassandra.
Collasping into a chair, she stared straight into the fire. The news of Potter's first born will not be a welcoming treat for the Dark Lord, unless she uses the birth to her advantage. Laying back into her chair she watched the fire burn her dark purple eyes wide and unreadable.