AN: Please Read and Review. I am currently willing to answer any question that you have about this story, or any of the Mudblood's Daughter stories, so please, write in, review, anything :) I'd love to hear your questions, opinions and queries.
Another thing is that I am now going to name each chapter after the chapter in the Half-Blood Prince it is set in, so if you wish you can read the book along with the fanfiction.
And for future reference, in my story Teddy was born on July 23 1997 instead of at the end of Deathly Hallows. So Tonks was pregnant during the end of the sixth book.
The Mudblood's Daughter and the Vanishing Cabinet
Hermione sat down, looking down at where the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams were lining up. She was lucky, she guessed, that Harry hadn't noticed this week that she was bigger. Though, really? It wasn't that surprising. Between his homework; Quidditch practice; being constantly dogged by Cormac McLaggen and Lavender Brown and his annoying, interfering obsession with Malfoy, Harry very rarely had time to notice that she was acting differently, eating differently...
Hermione shook her head, focusing, and cheered when they went into the sky. She watched Harry, as he looked around rapidly soaring here there and everywhere above the pitch in search of the snitch. He seemed off, as if he was preoccupied by something. Hermione frowned. What had happened before the match? Had he had a run in with someone? Malfoy? Hermione bit her lip, but had to giggle at Luna's commentary. She shook her head at Luna's dreamy, spaced out voice, looking up to the Commentary Podium with a smile.
"And that's Smith of Hufflepuff with the Quaffle. He did the commentary last time, of course, and Ginny Weasley flew into him, I think probably on purpose - it looked like it. Smith was being quite rude about Gryffindor, I expect he regrets that now he is playing them - oh, look, he's lost the Quaffle, Ginny took it from him, I do like her, she's very nice..." Luna spoke, her voice melodic as she swayed slightly on the spot, next to a very uncomfortable Professor McGonnagle, and a laughing Professor King. "...but now that big Hufflepuff player's got the Quaffle from her, I can't remember his name, it's something like Bibble - no, Biggins -"
Hermione shook her head at McGonnagle's burst of 'It's Cadwallader!' and turned her attention back to the game. She growled when Cadwallader scored, catching Ginny's eye. The red head was equally fuming, the bastard had elbowed her to get the Quaffle and it had hurt. Not only that, but McLaggen was criticizing the way she played HER game, while he wasn't even playing his own right. He hadn't even seen the bloody Quaffle going past his ear! Hermione pursed her lips, her fingers itching to go to her wand when McLaggen began to criticize Harry as well. Luna, naturally, commented on this, and caused jeering and cheering from the Hufflepuff's and the Slytherin's. Hermione flushed when she heard Harry swearing, and then cheered happily when Ginny and Demelza scored for Gryffindor. Than the brute, Cadwallader scored, making them level in score.
Luna was talking about clouds, however, and that Zacharias Smith, who was failing to maintain possession of the Quaffle, was suffering from something called 'Loser's Lurgy', as McGonnagle shouted out the score into her megaphone. Luna's eyebrows rose, and she practically sang her next words. "Is it really? Oh, look! The Gryffindor Keeper's got hold of one of the Beater's bats."
Hermione's head swung almost painfully, as did Ginny's and every other person in the Pitch. Hermione spied the pure rage on Harry's face as he roared at McLaggen, soaring towards him. She screamed when the Bludger that McLaggen miss-hit collided with Harry's head, and he began to fall from the sky. Almost instinctively, Hermione whipped out her wand and sent a Stinging Hex at McLaggen, while Ginny dove for him on her broom, blind panic in her eyes as she shouted his name. Hermia stood in her eat and quickly rose her wand, casting 'Wingardium Leviosa' which stalled Harry's fall, enough for Ginny to get a grip on him.
"CORMAC MCLAGGEN! MY OFFICE NOW!" she roared, and the boy who's face looked like a toad looked at her fearfully. McGonnagle's temper was enough to scare anyone, but Hermia King, Hermione MALFOY, was a force to be reckoned with, when she was made into an enemy. McGonnagle didn't feel any pity for the boy either, as Hermia, who had marched down from the Commentators Stand to the pitch, where he was sprawled, his skin pulsating, grabbed McLaggen's collar and shoved him to his feet.
Hermione tore through the crowds of gaping spectators, to Harry and Ginny. Her wand was still in her hand, and the look on her face match the one on Hermia's, worry, anger and disgust all rolled into one dangerous, unrecognisable expression. Ginny held Harry up, the unconsciousness boy slumped over, blood pouring from the frightful gash on his head, bruising already staining his skin. Hermione felt herself get queasy, and looked at Ginny, who was glowering at McLaggen with a rueful expression and Hermia marched him from the pitch. "Let's get him to Madame Pomfrey."
Ginny nodded, and looked at Dean, who came over to help Ginny lift him, Hermione following, her emotions bubbling within her.
"YOU STUPIDBOY! Give me one reason why I should not convince Professor McGonnagle to have you expelled from school? Not only did you insult every member of the Gryffindor team and make a mockery of them, you injured a fellow student! Not only another student, but a member of your own house! You are a disgrace to the game of Quidditch, and the name of Godric Gryffindor," Hermia fumed, and Cormac visibly shook in the chair she had forced him into.
Hermia's face was blotchy red, her lips in a thin line. Her hair had frizzed up, into a tangled mess, and her eyes were glowing red. "You will have detention every evening, until the end of the year. You will do the dishes every evening after dinner, without magic, under the supervision of the house elves. As well, you will make a formal apology to every member of the Gryffindor team, separately. I will contact your parent's regarding your behaviour. Now get out of my office, before I think of another punishment to give you."
Cormac scrambled out of the chair and raced from the office, his cheeks red, and the hex on his face reversed. Hermia sat in her chair, silently fuming, before she took a deep, calming breath and rubbed her temples. Okay. She needed to distract herself. Otherwise she would just get angrier, and that was never good for anyone. She opened the drawer on her desk, and pulled out a piece of parchment. She dipped the quill on her desk's tip into her pot of ink, and looked at the parchment.
WHAT I KNOW
Travelled through the time by the vanishing cabinet in Borgin & Burke's (2020) to the Cabinet in the Room of Requirement (1996).
Room of Requirement fire in 1998 destroyed everything in the room, including the cabinet paired with the one in Knockturn Alley.
If the Cabinet was destroyed in the future, it may have sent me to the past one as it was the only other paired Cabinet in existence.
Cabinet link can cross time if the future Cabinet is destroyed. (Other cabinet must be destroyed for the travel to work.)
Hermia tapped her foot, looking at her revealing, albeit short, list. If the cabinet in the Room of Requirement wasn't destroyed, then the cabinet in her future that was in Borgin & Burke's would have just sent her to the cabinet in the future Hogwarts. Which meant that logically, if the cabinet that was in this time at Borgin & Burkes was destroyed, than she would travel to the future Cabinet instead of the one in the time she was in. But, if the one in this time was destroyed, the one in the future would be destroyed as well.
Unless she didn't destroy the one in this time, just disabled it's connection. But then she would have to somehow find a way to get a message to the future, to tell them to re-create the connection. And even if she figured out how to do that, she would have to wait until after the events that lead to Dumbledore's death, so that the future is not changed. She could feel a headache coming on, and pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes and yawning.
She could be here for a much longer time, she would just have to deal with this.
Charissa was intimidated, when she first walked through the gleaming, golden doors of the Hallows Empire. The entrance Hall, a large, room with glass panelled walls, and a square, gold and white reception desk almost made it seem like she had walked into heaven. The white marble staircase seeming to go on forever as she looked at it, and at the top of the two storey flights, where two sets of glass doors, with gold handles against a white marble wall. Above one door was the 'Administrative/Records', laid in gold plated letters, and above the other a list of the departments.
In gold plated letters were Senior Management, Accounts, Human Resources, Sales and Marketing, Charities, Applications and Purchasing/Production. She could feel the thrum of magic as she stepped into through the second door. Goblins worked in Accounts, attending to the financial matters of the organisation, whereas normal Wizards and Witches worked in the others. Applications was where entrepreneurial businesses applied for loans to help or start their own business and Charities was the department that offered support and offices to local and global charities, as well as the Charity run by the Hallows Empire as well. Purchasing/Production was where the business organised and ordered their stock, and everyday supplies, as well as produced their own services, such as lawyers and advisers. Sales and Marketing dealt with nearly everything to do with the advertising and market research that the Empire needed.
Senior Management, was where the offices that held all the bosses where. Her office, that used to be her mothers, and her grandmothers, had sat without anyone in it for the last five months. On the corridor were also her Vice-President's office, the different department Head Manager's offices and some offices that were owned by the owners of some of the organisations that the Hallows Empire supported. She looked at her door, at the end of the marble corridor, with glass walls to seat into the offices, and wooden doors painted gold She could see the Managers, and the Owners and the Vice-President through the glass panes, slowly starting to take notice of her. She gripped her black robes, with black lace gloved finders, and strode down the hallway to her office.
"Miss, you aren't allowed in there," a voice called to her as she went to enter the office. She looked over her shoulder to see the Vice-President looking at her with vainly hidden mistrust. Charissa rose an eyebrow. She wore black robes, with a thick green belt, and a green, embellished cape with a fake fur collar and hem. Black roses were embroidered up her robe skirts, which fell to the floor in overlapping layers, straight down. She had long bell sleeves, and her hair, normally falling free in curls, or pulled into a ponytail, was tightly wound into a french twist.
"I beg your pardon? This is MY Empire. I believe I can do whatever I wish," Charissa stated, and the Vice-President looked confused. "I am Charissa Hallows. My Grandmother passed away this morning. I am here to make an announcmemt of it to the staff. Is that understood?" Charissa asked, and the slightly dumb-founded Vice-President nodded. Charissa nodded, and went into the office, closing the door behind her. She drew the curtains that hung over the glass panes, and then looked around the office.
Portraits of the nine previous Head of the Hallows Family hung on the walls. From Cassandra Hallows, daughter of Sarina Hallows, to Cassandra Hallows, her own mother. A bookshelf lined the back wall behind the large oak desk, standing magnificent in the centre of the office. On the desk was a basket willed with letters, files and papers.
There was a knock on the door, and Charissa faced it, saying 'Come in'. The door opened, and the Vice President came in, holdign a file, her eyes beedy behind round rimmed glasses. Charissa rose her eyebrows, as the older woman stood tall. "The employees have been assembled in the Lunch Hall, ready for your announcement, Lady Hallows," she sneered, and Charissa narrowed her eyes, sensing trouble within the Vice-President.
"What is your name?" she asked, and the Vice-President sniffed haughtily, replying 'Magdeline McCain'. Charissa let out a soft 'Hmm' before she brushed past McCain, chin high, and eyes chilly. "Get me a Venti Mocha, with extra cream and chocolate powder, Miss McCain. You nedn't hear the announcement as you already know what is happening."
McCain gaped at her, and Charissa gave her a very 'Malfoy' smirk, before brushing down the corridor with the air of authority and grace that every rich witch with a superiority complex possesed, with an air that every Hallows witch before her possessed.
Hermione sat between Harry and Ron's beds, Harry unconcious in his and Ron smiling at her from where he lay. She bit her lip, knowing that she would have to tell Ron. While Harry was unvoncious, Ron wasn't and Ginny would tell him, if Hermione didn't. Ron frowned, sensing her mood. "What's up, Mione? Forget to do some homework?" he joked, and Hermione laughed softly, shaking her head.
Hermione looked down at her lap, and Ron stared at her, before reaching over and grabbing her hand, squeezing it softly, trying to offer her support. "C'mon 'Mione, you can tell me anything," Ron pressed, and Hermione felt tears begin to prick at her eyes. "Hey, it can't be that bad. Homework's not that important. And teachers love you... well, other than Snape, but he's a slimy git."
Hermione sniffed, and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him and crying. Ron's eyebrows shot up, and awkwardly, he patted her back, not used to dealing with crying girls. Normaly Harry dealt with Hermione's moods. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean to..." Hermione sobbed, and Ron just looked at her bushy, out-of-control hair.
"Hermione, what are you talking about?" Ron asked, completely lost, and Hermione fell back into her seat, her face in her hands. When she finally looked at him, he had to resist the urge to recoil. Her nose was red, and snot was gathering at the end, her eyes were swollen, and puffy, and her hair had gone manic, almost like a giant afro on her head.
"I... Ron... I... I'm pregnant," Hermione stammered. Ron looked at her, going pale. He stuttered, before he began turning red. Hermione's eyes widened, as she knew that his was going to shout, and she shot up, covering his mouth with her palm. "Ron. Please don't be mad with me, please. i was upset, I didn't know what I was doing."
Ron looked at her, eyeing the hysterics in her eyes, before he closed his own, nodding slowly. Hermione bit her lip, and slowly moved away from him, sitting on the bed beside him. "So, you got a bump?" he asked, and Hermione nodded. Ron stared at her. "Can I see?" he asked. Hermione gave a huff of air, snorting and shook her head. She lifted her jumper, so he could see the slight swell of her stomach under her shirt. "Wow... that's... pregnant... it's not McLaggen's is it?"
"No, definitly not. I promise," Hermione stated, and Ron chuckled, relieved. "Ron, you can not tell Harry, do you understand?" He acknowledged her with a nod. "Ron, I want you to promise you will not tell him. I need you to."
"Mione, you know I don't li-" she cut him off with a pleading look, saying 'Please' in a begging tone. He exhaled heavily, before nodding. "Fine. I promise I won't tell him. But when are you going to tell him?"
"Later, I promise. I'll tell him later."