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Chapter 16

Emily!

"She's home…" Harry said as he opened the door to Hermione and Emily's room. He shut the door behind himself so that they could have a private conversation. Emily was still lying fast asleep on her bed, and Hermione had just closed her book, which she was reading prior to Harry's entrance.

"And?" Hermione asked him, wanting to know if he broke it off with her, even though she could predict the answer.

"We're still engaged." He said disappointedly.

"Alright, we can deal with that some other time. Right now, we need to talk." She took a quick look over to the door, making sure it was tightly shut, and then gazed back at Harry, and saw the worried ness glazed over his glowing green eyes. "You might want to sit down; this is going to shock you."

"Is there something wrong?" He asked her, as she took a seat right next to her. He could tell that something was really upsetting her, and he wanted to know what was going on in her mind. He was just really unsure of what she was going to tell him, and was terrified it might ruin their relationship.

"No, not really, I just need to talk to you about Emily." Hermione stared at the ground, wishing she didn't have to tell him this. But, she knew she had to; she couldn't keep this a secret from Harry anymore, he had a right to know, and this time, Ginny wasn't going to be able to stop her.

"Look, Harry, Emily is not some random man on the streets child." She continued, hoping she would be able to explain this better than she did when she was telling Ron.

Harry looked up at her, trying to figure out why she was telling her this. "I know you're not that kind of person who would do that."

"And she's not a muggle child either, or one of my boyfriends from when I was away." She took a deep breath; it was now or never. "I never actually had a boyfriend when I was gone. There was only one man I loved, one man I wanted to share a child with, and Harry, that was you. You're-"

A voice from under them was heard, and rang throughout their ears. "HARRY, GET DOWN HERE NOW, I NEED YOU."

He groaned; Ginny was one of the last things he wanted to hear. "The evil voice is calling."

"Harry, you can't leave," she pleaded. "I need to finish telling you what I started to." She needed to tell him now, and she was afraid that if she didn't, she may never have the chance to tell him, again. She also knew that the longer she waited, the harder it would become to inform him, and the worse he would take it.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go see what she wants, or else my plan for ending our engagement won't work." He told her, even though he didn't really want to leave or have a plan for how he was going to break up with Ginny. He stood up, but didn't take his eyes off of her. "I'll be right back, I promise."

Hermione sighed. "Okay, just go."

He slowly walked out the door, not realizing the importance of what Hermione was trying to tell him.

"God damn it," Hermione swore. She banged her head against the wall, not believing she let him walk out the door without telling him, yet again. "I was so close… UGH!"

"I take it you didn't tell him," a voice said from behind her.

She turned to see Ron, but this time, he didn't shock her like he did earlier that same day.

"Are you having fun trying to scare me?" Hermione asked, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Yes, I am." Ron answered, but this wasn't the reason he was here. He walked over and sat next to her on the bed, even though he knew this wasn't going to be a long conversation. "Did you tell him yet?"

"No," she said sorrowfully. "I tried, but he just won't listen to me. He's too interested in catering to Ginny's every need. I can't stand it. I was two words away from telling him, and then she had to call him"

"Don't worry," He comforted her. "Harry, will listen, he just has to deal with Ginny now."

"Yeah, I know. I'm going to go travel downstairs to see what Ginny's torturing him with. Are you coming?"

"Nah, I'm just going to stay here in your nice comfortable bed." Ron said, swinging his legs onto the bed lying down.

She smiled, walked out the door, and ran down the stairs. Harry immediately noticed her, and was glad she had come downstairs, rescuing him from being alone with Ginny. He smiled at her, making Ginny furious.

"Ginny, Hermione needed to tell me something; can you please leave us alone?" Harry asked her nicely. She looked over at Hermione, knowing exactly what she was going to confess.

"How dare you plan on telling him without asking me!" Ginny yelled to Hermione, outraged. She seemed to have forgotten that Harry was standing in the same room as them, because if she continued talking like this, she was going to tell them herself.

"It's not your choice whether or not I tell him! He has a right to know!" Hermione spat back at the young redhead.

"And you think he's just going to forgive you for keeping this huge of a secret?"

"If it wasn't for you, he would have known months ago!"

Slowly walking down the stairs, Emily saw her mother and Ginny fighting, and turned to run up the stairs again. Harry noticed the youngster and could automatically read her mind.

"Emily and I are going to go into the kitchen and have a snack," Harry informed the two women who were in such a rage. "You need to stay in here and talk this out."

Even though Harry was curious as to what this secret that Hermione was trying to tell him was, he was glad that Emily got him out of that craziness. He walked over to the toddler, picked her up, and carried her into the kitchen. He set her down in a chair, and then walked over to the refrigerator.

"Are you hungry?" He asked her, not really knowing if she was or not, because that was just an excuse to get out of Hermione and Ginny's way.

"Yes," Emily said, nodding her head.

"What would you like?" He asked her.

She thought for a minute, and came up with an idea. "A pasicle!"

Harry smiled, and opened up the freezer, taking a popsicle out for her, and one for himself. He opened both of them, threw the wrappers in the trash can, and brought them over to Emily.

"A grape popsicle for Ms. Emily Granger, and a cherry one for me," He told her as he handed it over to her. She grabbed the stick and took it from him, but was very confused.

After taking a bite of his popsicle, he looked up at Emily, who was still staring at him, while her snack was being to unthaw.

"What?" He asked her, trying to figure out what she was gazing at him.

"That's not my name," She informed him.

"Yes it is," he enlightened her; even though he had thought she knew her last name. "Granger's the second part of your name."

"No its not," she argued with him, knowing she was right.

"Then what is it then?" Harry asked, ready to laugh at what the child had to say.

Emily itched her head, as if she was thinking. "Potter; my name's Emily Potter."

The blood drained from his face, Emily was his daughter; that's the big secret that Hermione was hiding from him.

Without letting his brain process this immense information, he opened the door to the living room, where Hermione and Ginny were now sitting in dead silence. Both of them could sense something was wrong when they saw him barge through the door in this manner. He walked over to Hermione, his shock quickly turning into anger.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Harry yelled at the person that he claimed to have love.

Hermione didn't have to think twice about what he was talking about, it was Emily. That was the only secret that she was keeping from Harry; that was the only secret she had ever kept from him, and the only one to come.

"I've been trying to tell you," She told him honestly. "I just tried to tell you ten minutes ago." She said in hopes of defending herself.

"Ten minutes ago? What about four years ago?" He asked her, his face full of fury. "What, you didn't think that I wanted to know I had a child? I had to grow up all my life without any parents, and you wanted Emily to grow up without a father just because you were to selfish to tell me she was mine!"

A pool of water began to form in Hermione's brown eyes. She couldn't believe that Harry was saying all these nasty things to her; she thought he would understand.

"Ginny…" Hermione said, in between sobs. "She… told me... not to…"

He looked up at her, but was too disgusted to notice the hurt streaming throughout his lover's face.

"And what? Ginny controlled you? It was your decision whether or not to tell me, she had nothing to do with that."

Harry looked over his shoulder, and saw his fiancé smiling. She had gotten everything she had wanted, and more. She actually got to watch the two friends' relationship crumble, and she couldn't help it; it was hilarious.

"You!" Harry said, pointing at Ginny. "Wipe that smile off of your face. You knew about this? You knew about this and didn't tell me! You promised that you wouldn't lie to me, and then you go and keep this big of a secret to me. How dare you."

The smirk suddenly cleared off of Ginny's face, and she began to sweat.

"No… I… she…" Ginny stammered.

"It doesn't matter anymore Ginny. I won't believe what you say anyways. I want you gone and out of my house, now!" He said to her, doing what he was afraid to do before.

Ginny got up off the chair, walked out the door, and slammed it behind her, becoming frustrated Harry.

"You know Hermione," He began again, still feeling anger towards her. "I thought you would have been better than to go and do this to me. You hurt me! You destroyed me! I thought you were the same Hermione that I became friends with at Hogwarts, but I was wrong. I never want to see you again."

She looked up at him, horrified. She couldn't believe that someone who claimed that he was in love with her would say something so hurtful.

Hermione stood up. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed her wand, and brought it out. Thinking of the old place she use to live in, a huge tug pulled in her stomach as she rose through the air. Within seconds her body was slammed on the ground, sending huge pains all over her back.

Without getting up, her tear stained face opened its eyes, and took a quick look around. It was pitch black, and all she could see was a small light way far away from her. She raised her arm, swished her wand, and summoned the lights to turn on, but nothing happened. She swished again, but still no light illuminated.

"Lumos" She said, as a light shown on the top of her wand. She shined the light on the ground, and realized she was not in her old home.

"Where the hell am I?"

Feeling an itch on the top of her head, she dropped her wand onto the ground and reached up to it, expecting to get rid of the itch. She slid her hand through her hair and onto her forehead, as she began to sense the itch moving. She found the position of the itch, only to find that it wasn't just an itch, there was something crawling on her! A pinch was felt on her forehead, as a dark liquid began to accumulate on here hand.

An overwhelming pain shot throughout her body. She began fight the pain, but it became too hard for her to overcome. Her eyes began to close, her heart beat began slow, and her breathing started weakening.

AN- A little shorter than I expected, but oh well, at least I updated when I said I was going to.

I'm not really sure if you're heart slows down, or if it races when someone begins to pass out or die, so sorry if I'm wrong. I'm definitely not the greatest student in biology.

I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, but I hope you enjoyed this one!

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Kelly