Everybody knows… again
HARMONY'S NEXT GENERATION
The Prophet had a large picture of Harry and Hermione coming out of restaurant in muggle London a couple of years ago and a small article under it, on the front page the day after.
As we learnt yesterday, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, the hero and heroine of the war, are expecting their first child! They are planning to marry each other in a few weeks and the baby's sex is not yet announced.
As many people were whispering, the couple is ready for the next, big steps. "They are planning of marry somewhere close to Scotland. Weasley will be the best man," a friend said.
Read about Harmony's story during their years at Hogwarts and the ones after (Pages: 2-9)
Hermione gripped her wand and set on fire the news paper on the table. She was furious. Harry was next to her, rubbing her back.
"I can't believe it!" she screamed. "How do they know? What the bloody hell? Are they spying us?" She asked her self.
"Mione, calm down, baby," Harry said and hugged her.
"No, Harry, I can't, I can't keep running away, not walking in the street because someone will learn things I want to hide until I chose to say about them!" she said more furious. Harry took her face in his hands and she looked at him in the eyes.
"Sweetie," he started and pecked her lips, "They would learn," he said and pecked her lips again, "Sooner or later…" he finished as he kissed her passionately. She relaxed and hugged him back.
"I just need my peace. I want to have the baby protected from all this madness, we're used to it," She said, calmed after the kiss. Harry kissed her forehead.
"It will be alright," he said against her skin.
"If everyone knows, if they are back, they know also," Hermione said and her tone showed her fear and worry about the fact that if the two Death Eaters were back, they would learn about the baby and the wedding.
Harry looked at her. "I'm here, and as far as I'm here, none will touch you or the baby. I promise," Harry said and kissed her again. They broke the kiss some moments after.
" I'm sure the story will keep only for some days, maybe a week, we'll be back to normal very, very soon." He assured her.
But he was wrong.
For the next month, everyone was curious about them. Their partners at work; the entire community was interest to what these two are doing with a child on the way. Tons of mails were arriving at their house daily.
It was madness, Hermione started her fourth month and she was upset all the time. Owls were flying in the house's windows. Dropping letters from fans, people who were happy for them, people who never met or will. Hermione's temper was easy to rise, and Harry was often on the end of her temper.
Harry was tired of all that again. Hermione was trying to plan a marriage and he was trying to help, but always a reporter would be close, to take a picture, to steal a word. To have a lie for the next article of them.
Hermione was very nervous. The owls; the exhausting hours in the hospital; the plans for the wedding; and the pregnancy's hormones were making her nuts. Everything was driving her crazy those days.
Harry was upset as well. He was afraid of hers and the baby's health. She needed to be calmed and relaxed and she was just working and getting upset more and more every passing day.
They both were free a Saturday so they returned at their house earlier. A "mountain" of letters was waiting for them as the last days. Hermione groaned at their sight.
"Sweetie, you need to relax," Harry said in an annoyed tone because of the letters and her temper already.
"Harry! I'm relaxed, stop doing that!" She snapped back.
"Doing what? Caring for you?" he asked angry. He could remember his soon-to-be father-in-law but another fight because of the pressure they were feeling was set.
"Pretending my babysitter! I can take care of my self!" She said angrily as well.
"Oh yeah, that's for sure!" He said sarcastically.
She was ready to answer when an ugly, black bird (not an owl) entered their house through a window they had left open. The bird was having a letter bit to his mouth. It let the letter close to a table and left crocking. Hermione groaned again in despair. She gripped the letter, ready to throw it on the rest of them on another table when she noticed it.
It was a dirty pie of muggle paper; muggles were using to note things. It had Harry's and Hermione's names on it and the handwriting was very strange.
Hermione opened the letter and started reading it fast. After some seconds she was pale. Her eyes wide opened, he hands started trebling. Harry forgot about their fight and took the letter from her hands.
Bastard and Mudblood
Long time no see.
We hope you have missed us, because we'll soon visit and take our revenge from you. Revenge is sweet and we're both sure it will be that sweet as your little brat will be when it will be out of the Mudblood and in our hands.
Be ready to lose everything, Potter. Your wife and son will spend the worst moments you should have experience years ago.
But it's never too late…
Harry's heart had frozen. It was them, they knew where they were living, they knew about little James, they knew about everything and they were out there, free to hurt him and Hermione.
Harry pulled out of his fears by Hermione's sobbing. He hugged her tightly and led her to the closer sofa to sit down.
"They'll try hurt him, our child. He is innocent- he did nothing to deserve that." She said and started crying harder. "I can't handle that anymore," she whispered desperate.
"Hermione, I have promised something and you know I'll keep my promise. None will hurt you, I won't let them. We have fought those bastards in the past and we won," he said as calmed as he could.
"We just survived their attacks, Harry, they are out there, ready to hit us, me and the baby." She said, her chocolate eyes full of fear and agony for the possibilities and changes they had to harm her.
Harry hugged her tightly. "We'll show that letter to Tonks, she will give us guards from my department to help us until we capture them. Please Hermione, relax, I know it's hard but you need to, for our baby's sake. They may want just to terrify us. They may are not able to do a thing to us." He said, not believing his own words.
"Or, they are already planning to hit us and harm our baby." Hermione said and started crying even harder. Harry would never let someone hurt Hermione. But the possibility of Hermione captured and harmed by them was driving him crazy— and made him sick. Tears formed on his eyes as terrible pictures of Hermione, damaged back in the Last fight and in the fight at Hogsmeade came back in his mind. He took them out of his mind. That would never happen again.
Hermione would be safe because he would make sure of it, and his child, his little boy would be safe as well.
Hermione was still crying when she stopped and looked at Harry socked. Her four and a half belly between them.
"I think he kicked me," she said as she sobbed and smiled at the same time. Harry looked at her not understanding what she was saying at first, he then released. His little buddy, as he was calling him in his mind. He was moving and Hermione was finally able to feel it.
Hermione took Harry's hands and put them under her shirt; Harry touched her smooth skin and waited. Hermione flinched a bit because of her crying but after that, a small movement made Harry's heart stop. It was just a small movement of his little baby on his large palm, but that soft movement was the greatest prove of James' need to be protected and happy. That was the greatest proof of James' life.
Harry knew now, touching his soon-to-be wife's belly, feeling his little buddy moving. He knew, it was time to give an end to all that madness- of Bellatrix and Greyback. It was time to put an end to the fear he was sick of feeling. It was time to finish that.
It was time to be back to normal once and for all.
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