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July 1969

Opening up her eyes to see the familiar ceiling of what would someday become Ginny Weasley's bedroom, Hermione pressed her hands to her stomach not ready to face the day yet. She wasn't sure how, but her life had become increasingly more complicated now that Rodolphus was out of her life.

Even though it had been over a month, Hermione still felt rotten for how cowardly the man she'd come to love had acted in the face of his father. Rodolphus had looked so guilty when he didn't stand up for her, obviously not liking what his father was saying to her, but he didn't have the courage to go against Edmond Lestrange, either.

She had been adamant that Dumbledore send her back to her correct time, feeling that he had been jerking her around for too long. She sensed that he knew more than he was letting on - either the Ministry knew what they were doing or they didn't, but she needed to know that now. She figured that they didn't know what they were going...after all, she hadn't heard of anyone using a time turner to go forward in time. In any case, you were not meant to go back further than five hours using a time turner and she'd already traveled decades.

But, at this point, she had nothing to lose. If Dumbledore couldn't help her, then she wanted him to provide her with a time turner. She would try to get back to her correct time on her own.

Hermione wasn't entirely sure how but Dumbledore had convinced her to give him a bit more time. He promised he would help her get home, and being so emotionally broken, she believed him in that moment.

It wasn't possible for her to go back to live with the Weasleys, not when Rodolphus knew that she lived here. For one, she didn't even want to see him ever again, but even worse, she wasn't sure what he would tell his father. She couldn't chance the possibility that Edmond Lestrange might go after them, looking for her, especially not when she knew so little about Arthur's parents in her time.

Dumbledore had wholeheartedly agreed with her on that point, but told her that he knew of a safe house that she could stay at, if only temporarily. She never would have imagined that it would be the Burrow, though.

Molly Prewett had not taken her presence in Arthur's new home well, even though they were bound to be engaged soon. Arthur had told her he was just saving up for a ring. Hermione supposed that she couldn't really blame the other witch, though, seeing as Arthur had romantic interest in her in the past. She doubted really that anything either of them said would help to put Molly's mind at ease.

Because of the unusual circumstances, it meant that Molly spent a lot of time over at Arthur's, perhaps looking for anything out of place. At first it bothered Hermione to have her there all the time, constantly looking to Hermione to do something untoward. But as the days went by with Arthur leaving for his job at the Ministry most days, Hermione began to enjoy the company. It was better than being lonely.

The door to her bedroom was pushed open without so much as a courtesy knock, and Molly poked her head in. "Are you still in bed?" she asked, letting her annoyance be known. "If Arthur is letting you stay here, the least you could do is help with the housework, especially since he has to deal with Lestranges showing up here drunk."

Hermione flushed, remembering Rodolphus's visit a few weeks before. His impassioned pleas almost had her running down the stairs to speak with him, but she remained rooted in her bedroom while Arthur handled it. "I didn't ask for him to do that," she said softly, sitting up in her bed. "And it only happened the one time."

"Still, you shouldn't be so lazy," Molly insisted.

"I'm sorry, Molly, I just haven't been feeling well," Hermione explained, hoping the other witch would understand. Swinging her legs around, she sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the bout of lightheadedness to leave her.

"It's probably just because you sit around all day. Getting out in the garden to degnome will be good for you...get some fresh air and sunlight," Molly postulated, her tone getting a little bit softer.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders and stood up. "I hope so. I've just been so...out of sorts since my NEWTs. Maybe it's because I don't know what to do with myself anymore now that I've left school," Hermione suggested, lifting her arms over her head to stretch. When she was finished, she noticed Molly giving her an unusual sort of look. "What is it?"

"You've been out of sorts since June? Out of sorts how?" the other witch pressed her.

"Well, you know, my stomach is always in knots...I'm always tired...but you are probably right, I just need to do some more activity," Hermione described the persistent issues that she had been having. "I'm sure it's just my mood and it will pass soon."

Molly was giving her that queer look again, her face becoming more and more troubled the longer she stared, before her eyes eventually dropped to Hermione's stomach. "You are looking a bit puffy," Molly said finally, biting her lower lip. "And...well, have you put on some weight?"

Hermione balked, thinking that it wasn't a very nice thing to point out. "I don't really know what that has to do with anything," she answered, feeling affronted. Hermione pressed her hands to her stomach, highlighting the beginning of a rounded curve through her thin cotton nightdress. "Though, I suppose maybe just a little bit."

"For being as smart as you are, you sometimes can't see what's just in front of you," Molly said, shaking her head, willing Hermione to understand whatever it was that she was suggesting. "Hermione...is there a probability that you could be...pregnant?" she asked finally.

Initially, Hermione wanted to deny it outright, as she and Rodolphus had always been so careful with the charm. But then, she supposed, there was always a chance of it not working properly, and the nerves began to rush in. When was the last time that she'd had her period, anyway? It had been a while, but she had never been very regular...and it was surely just the stress of her exams and then being confined to a safe house, right? But, no...she hadn't had her period since April.

April...when she and Rodolphus had rented that room at the Three Broomsticks on her Hogsmeade weekend. "Oh fuck," she said, softly, realizing that she'd been so excited to see him, that perhaps they hadn't been as careful with the Charm as she'd thought. "Oh fuck," she repeated, feeling her stomach rioting against her. "I think I am going to throw up."

Running down the hallway with her hand over her mouth, she heard Molly following behind her. She only just made it to the bathroom before she was spewing, her knees aching against the cold floor. Tears sprang to her eyes when she felt Molly rubbing gently on her lower back, waiting for her to be done. "What am I going to do?" Hermione asked, feeling her world spinning out of control.

"Let's try the spell first to see if you even are pregnant," Molly suggested, calmly, before pulling out her wand.

When Hermione didn't protest, she cast the spell, only to show that Hermione was pregnant. The younger witch held her breath only to see it show what she already instinctively knew. She was pregnant. Her thoughts were whirring by so quickly, but one thing seemed to stick out in her mind more than anything.

Bursting into tears, Hermione pressed her face into her hands. "I'm never going to be able to go home now," she blubbered. Time traveling was dangerous for an individual, and Hermione knew that there was no way that she was going to be able to to jump forward decades with an unborn baby inside of her, too. It was not something she was willing to chance. And even if she waited and had the baby, Hermione knew that she would never be able to leave her child behind.

"It will be okay," Molly promised, her face showing genuine compassion. "I promise. I know that it seems frightening right now, but...you are a strong witch, Hermione."

"Merlin, I never imagined..." Hermione trailed off. What would Rodolphus think if he knew? Her heart ached anew when she realized that she couldn't tell him...not when he couldn't even stand up for her to his father. She wouldn't allow her child to be hurt in that same way. And who even knew that Edmond Lestrange would do if he learned that he had a half-blood grandchild.

Molly nodded in understanding. "Just give yourself some time to let it sink in," she suggested, tucking some of Hermione's hair behind her ear. "Arthur and I will help you, and I am sure Dumbledore will as well. We can even help you get in contact with Rodolphus if you want."

"I can't tell him," Hermione said emphatically, blinking back tears.

"That's probably for the best," Molly agreed. "But if you change your mind, we can help."

Hermione nodded, knowing that it was true. Still, it was good to know that she had the support from the young Weasley couple. "How do you know exactly what to do?" she asked, feeling thankful that she had Molly with her in that moment.

Molly bit her lower lip, clearly trying to decide what to share. "I suppose it would be good to tell someone else..." she said, finally, trailing off. "Earlier this year, Arthur and I had a surprise. The charm must have failed, but I was pregnant. We told his parents and they were furious. They never liked me to begin with, but this was just too much for them to handle..."

"Oh Merlin. I can only imagine what Cedrella must have done," Hermione commiserated, knowing that the older witch would not have taken kindly to the situation. She was a very old-fashioned witch.

"That's when Arthur got serious about moving out, though, too, and purchased the Burrow," Molly explained. "But, I had a miscarriage in March, so I suppose it just wasn't meant to be."

"I'm so sorry, Molly," Hermione told her, giving her hand a squeeze. "I had no idea. That must have been so hard without the support of your families."

"It was hard, but...it's given Arthur and I a lot to think about," she said, with a blush on her cheeks. "We will get married this autumn, and we will try again when we are a bit better prepared."

It was clear that the other witch still had a lot of sadness over the miscarriage, but that she was genuinely pleased for what the future with Arthur held. And Hermione was happy for Molly and Arthur, that they really were going to be together, as they had been in the future. "Well, I am glad that I have you here, Molly, because I don't know what I would have done if I'd figured this out on my own," Hermione told her. "In fact, I still think that I'm a little bit in shock."

Molly bit her lip again, thinking. "I'm sorry with how I've been acting to you," she said, remorsefully. "I knew there was nothing going on between you and Arthur, but, I just get so jealous sometimes because I know how much Cedrella likes you. Why don't you get back into bed, and I will make you something to eat."

That sounded lovely, and Hermione found herself pulling herself up from the floor, suddenly exhausted once again.