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Chapter 32
Harry felt his heart that had just skipped a beat in relief. Draco was out of danger, he wasn't going to die, he was going to be ok. He let out of smile only for reality to hit him full force. His heart sank and he felt like he had a brick in his stomach. Draco wasn't going to be ok. He or this child could easily die from the slightest thing and next few months were going to tougher than ever. The first few months had been anything but plain sailing, not the mention the hundreds of complications male pregnancy caused. Hermione had spoken to Harry and Draco time and time again about male pregnancies. She had read enough books on male pregnancy to fill a library. She had quoted from each and everyone one that most baby and carrier didn't survive the birthing process. Nine out of ten cases the carrier died and usually the child followed. Draco took it all his stride and knocked her back as she repeated quote after quote with same words that the last recorded case was over hundred and fifty years ago and medical knowledge in the wizarding world had moved on in leaps and bounds and healed what seemed impossible back then.
There argument could last up to two or three hours till Hermione slammed the book shut and would mutters things under her breath with a scowl to match Draco until Draco had enough of this attitude and had gone to bed early which usually was quickly followed by Harry knowing that their eight hours of sleep was going to be broken by a wailing rose at least once that night, not mention Draco temper had become considerable worse since the start of the pregnancy and he liked at least to cuddle with Harry for half an hour before falling asleep.
Harry swallowed hard; would he ever get to hold Draco in his arms again. Would his last memory of holding Draco be with Draco loosing more and more blood each step Harry took with Draco if his arms, his normally pale face as white as a sheet. He stood up so quickly he felt lightheaded. He called out to the healer leaving,
"I want to see him."
The healer turned back and replied,
"We will need to redress Mr Malfoy's wounds and move him to a ward, plus he is heavily sedated and will not be awake for serval hours. Why not go home get changed out your blood-stained outfits and get few hours rest."
Harry didn't like this women's attitude. The way she had looked their blood and dirt strained outfits up and down in distaste. The way the witch carried herself, it reminded him of his school days when the Slytherins thought they were mightier than anyone else.
He answered more annoyed,
"No, I'll stay here and wait for Draco to come around thank you and I'll speak to his main healer while I wait."
The witch rolled her eyes and left the room. Ron asked,
"What's her problem?"
Harry replied,
"It's doesn't matter, she not important, Draco is, and I want find out from who actually treated him."
Hermione sighed and answered,
"Unfortunately Harry I'm going to have to leave shortly."
Harry nodded remembering they had a small daughter at home. Ron answered,
"I can stay with Harry while you take care of Rose, I'll keep u posted."
Hermione looked at him and answered,
"I need you to look after Rose while I speak to my Parents."
Harry had completely forgotten that Hermione's birth parents who still knew nothing about their only daughters' magical ability had been caught up in the fighting.
Harry asked,
"Where are they?"
Hermione replied,
"The burrow."
Harry asked,
"How will you explain this?"
Hermione looked down at her hands and replied,
"There only one way I can. Tell them everything from start to finish and see if it sparks anything in their memory, if not I'm going to have to report my crimes of wiping their memory to the ministry and see if they can remove it. If not their memory of this night will have to be wiped and I will be banned from contacting them again."
Harry answered feeling the pain that was showing in her voice how much she wanted her parents back,
"I'm sorry it's gone so far."
Hermione sniffed and replied,
"I did the right thing for them. They are both alive and well just very shocked and shook up."
Narcissa spoke for the first time since healer left,
"Do you not think it's best to leave their memories wiped for now?"
Hermione turned to Narcissa in anger,
"How could you say that, I let my parents go at the start of this war and I have regretted it every day since but I know it was only way to keep them safe. why is it so wrong to want to reconnect?"
Narcissa answered,
"I'm not telling you to not reconnect, just not to reconnect yet. If they understand and believe your story, they are no longer safe. If you tell them and they choose not to believe there still not be safe. They are muggles they have no way of protecting themselves against witches and wizards. If Draco survives who is next person Blaise will pick off?"
Harry could answer that one. He said quietly,
"Blaise will try and get rid of me out the way."
Narcissa replied,
"Exactly, If you parents get caught in the cross fire and first person you call to help is Harry."
Hermione asked,
"If I don't tell them now when will be the right time?"
Narcissa replied,
"There might not be a time."
The whole room were focused on Narcissa and Hermione heated discussion.
Hermione demanded,
"Are you trying to tell me I should let my parents go just because they are muggles?"
Narcissa answered calmly,
"Muggles have never understood our world. You might find odd open-minded muggle who is willing to be part of our world but most will never understand."
Ron answered,
"Sounds like old fashion pure blood prejudice to me."
Narcissa answered coldly,
"The day you agreed to attend Hogwarts you gave up your claim to be muggle. You need to understand that you can't be that close to your parents again even if you give them their memories back. They have a muggle job and you work at ministry of magic. Your child will be a witch and have a magical job one day, your real family is in this world."
Hermione argued,
"You don't know my parents, they are loving and supporting."
Harry answered before either witch could,
"I grew up with muggles who hated magic. They would do anything to see me suffer. I understand that some muggles are unwilling to learn to live together."
Hermione rounded on Harry, her brown eyes ablaze with anger, her lips set into two thin lines and her hand on her hips and spat out,
"Are you taking her side and telling me to forgot my parents?"
Harry replied,
"Let me finish, My mother parents were so proud that she was a witch and gave her all the love and attention in the world. They were open-minded people. Some people are just not ready to deal with the magical world, you know your parents better than anyone else, you know if they can learn to understand again."
Hermione hugged Harry tightly. Harry wrapped his arms around her and he was sure he heard a light sniffle from Hermione he held her tighter still giving her time to calm down before having to face the room again.
After ten minutes Hermione started to come round and drew away from Harry as he kissed her forehead. He had kissed her forehead once before. She knew he meant nothing to it other than brotherly affection.
She wiped her eyes and walk back over to her husband who was standing their very still and awkward unsure what he could do or say in this suiation. she took his hand in her own and faced Narcissa Malfoy strongly,
"I am going to explain everything to my parents tonight and see it I can lift the memory charm. I believe I can make my parents understand. One day I would like the ministry to move towards integrating our world with the muggle world. Mrs Malfoy I would like you to apologise for your harsh words when that day comes."
Mrs Malfoy nodded and answered,
"Mrs Granger-Weasley I believe I will be on my death bed before that day comes. If I am still sane and alive I will willingly apologise to you."
Harry was sure he just seen the same stubborn Hermione she had been before the war, when she was collecting for s.p.e.w. He felt rather proud to see her return to the person she once was and prove it was possible. He just wasn't sure if he ever managed that himself.
She ran and hugged Harry once more and whispered,
"Thank you, Please keep me posted on Draco. There something I want to speak to you about in private soon as your free."
She turned and without another glance at Narcissa she left the room. Ron turned to follow and at the door he turned and spoke to Narcissa,
"Mrs Malfoy I believe my mother will want to speak with you shortly about the events leading up to my father's death. Please accept the invitation to speak to her as one day soon you will share a grandchild."
He didn't wait for an answer before he strode out of the room following his wife toward the fireplaces to take them to Ron's parents house. Harry sank back into his chair try to shake off the dread he felt and knew he would feel till he could get Draco safely out of this hell hole. His mind shouted he might never get Draco out of here if he is too ill but he shook that thought away. Failure was not an option he thought to himself as the door to the relatives room closed behind his two best friends.
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