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Here is the continue, the next chapter, i know many of you are very dissapointed for H/Hr becasue of DH. I know... but it's a matter of 5 stupid pages of a chapter which looks like bloopers from the book. Come on... smileee it was just an unromantic way to finish the book. JKR just finished writing, it's time for us to continue ;)

Chapter 5

New things

The next four weeks went by fast, in fear and worry. Hermione's belly was now moderately big, and even under all that pressure from everyone, she was trying to enjoy her body's changes and the period of the pregnancy. Harry was glad to be close to her as well; watching her changing every single day. Because of the hormones going on overtime, her magic, and the babies, she found herself doing a lot of unexpected magic. Her hair was longer, her body different, in a good way as Harry was always saying to her.

When Hermione was really upset, she could make a kind of wild wind around her. That scared her, but Harry knew how that was. He had lost his power's control plenty of times as little child. He was always helping her, but they ended up making love because Hermione was a bit "crazy" with her hormones.

"Come on, I want to show you something," Harry said one afternoon when Hermione had just returned from the Hospital. Harry took her hands in his and led her upstairs in their house. Hermione followed him willingly. He stopped in front of a closed door and closed her eyes with his hands.

Hermione could hear the door open and a melody from some music box could easily be heard. Harry stepped somewhere in front of her and led her inside as well.

Hermione looked around and smiled widely. She was in a beautiful baby boy's room. Broomsticks, stars, snitches, moons and teddy bears emblazoned the beautiful baby blue walls. The cot and the rest of the furniture were wooded colored with white paint. Light blue, yellow, green and red sheets and towels for the baby were already waiting for little James.

Harry hugged Hermione and kissed her neck. It was the first time Hermione felt really calmed and happy. She kissed his lips hungrily and Harry answered back.

"Sweetie, do you like it? You think is good enough for our son?" Harry asked concerned.

"I think it's brilliant sweetheart, the most beautiful baby room I've ever seen."

Harry smiled in relief, "I'm happy, because Ron was ready to burst into tears when we finished painting, cleaning and making things around." Harry said tired and rubbed his head. Hermione smiled and kissed him again.

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Hermione was five and a half months pregnant. Her robes were a bit tight but she was comfortable in them by manipulating them every week. Hermione was really busy in her department. She was running all day long. She had her break in her office when someone knocked (tried-to-destroy) her door.

Hermione jumped on her chair and gripped her wand from her pocket. She pointed it to the door and waited. A pale Draco rushed in the room. He was pale as sheet, and he was babbling on about Ginny. Hermione stood up and went close to him.

"Draco, tell me what's wrong," Hermione started.

"Ginny, her waters all over the bed and then we took a portkey to Diagon Alley— no we were there and now we are here." He started. Hermione slapped him hard on his face. He breathed slowly, looking at her.

"Thanks, Hermione. Ginny's waters broke; she is out of your office. My son is coming." He said much more calmed.

"Ok, Draco, she will need you, come on."

As Hermione was with Ginny, helping her deliver her child, Draco owled to the Weasleys, who in return called, Remus, Harry, Tonks and some more friends. It was afternoon already and Hermione nor Draco (or some other healer) had come out of the delivery room.

"You think something's wrong?" Ron asked worried as he kept passing in front of Harry.

"Ginny is strong, mate. And besides, Hermione is with her. Don't worry." Harry said calmly and patted his best mate's shoulder.

"This git made all that to her." Ron hissed.

"She loves him, Ron, you have to accept that…" Harry started but didn't finished, Auror Richards, a fellow Auror, apparated in front of him.

"Harry – finally – I found you," Richards said breathless. Tonks stood next to Harry.

"Lestrange and Greyback attacked to the flat you were living in, Harry. They killed the family was in: mother, father and three kids. The dark mark was above the house; Diagon Alley is still in panic because of it." Richards said and Harry felt his knees weak, three kids, the dark mark. They were closer that he though. Tonks growled next to him.

"They wrote to a wall with some of the victims' blood that "The next will be the right family", Do you know what that means?" Richards asked.

"That means that the next will be me and Hermione." Harry said simply. Remus and Ron approached them as well.

"I will go back to the office. Harry, Ron, stay here. Harry, try not to talk to Hermione about the attack." Tonks said and left. Harry sat on a chair and hid his face in his palms, Ron sat next to him.

"Harry, I think it would be better to talk to Hermione." Remus said as soon as Tonks was gone.

"I don't know, I think I need to-," Harry started, but a door opened widely and a tired Hermione showed up. Everyone got around her. They started asking about everything. She was exhausted and only Harry could really see it. He got through everyone and stood in front of her.

"Hey, people, give her a break, she is pregnant and you are more than six people," Harry said, Hermione hold a gaze full of love saying 'thank you' for him.

"OK, hear me people, Ginny is perfectly fine, the baby is healthy as well. Draco is inside, with her. The baby is a boy in case you don't know. Molly, Ginny wants you with her." Hermione ended and everyone started hugging each other and Molly passed through the doors Hermione had showed up from.

"Mione, lets talk about something," Harry said a bit uneasy. She was already tired but he had to be straight with her. Ron approached the couple as well. "Ok Hermione, look, there was a new attack." Harry started. Hermione looked at him worried, knowing something bad will be heard very soon.

"They attacked to the family was living in our previous flat," Harry said as soft as he could.

Hermione looked at him in shock. She didn't move, she didn't cry, she didn't scream or started trebling. She let out a sight and collapsed. Both Harry and Ron gripped her before she could touch the floor. Harry, with a frozen heart by fear, took her in his arms and everyone stopped smiling and hugging each other and got closer to Hermione and Harry. Healers got close as well and helped him put her in a bedroom.

Hours later, Harry was sat next to Hermione's bed. He remembered sitting here, years ago, when she was unconscious after the battle with Voldemort and a year after the fight in Hogsmeade.

Hermione started to stir, after hours of sleeping because of the sleep and calming potions, she started waking up. Harry went closer to her and waited. She opened her eyes.

"Hey," Harry said first and kissed her cheek.

"Hey you," Hermione said weakly, "is the baby alright?" she asked more firmly and worried.

"Yes darling, you were just in sock, but he is fine," Harry said smiling. He put his hand on her belly, his favorite part of her body for the last months. Hermione put her hand above his, a sob escaped her lips.

"I risked his life as well, didn't I?" Hermione asked more to her self as her eyes filled with tears.

"No honey, you have the right to be shocked, tired and worried," Harry smiled and kissed her. "We're still trying to capture them." He added.

"I know, I hope you will, before is too late. The next is us, right?" Hermione said and Harry looked at her surprised by her knowledge about the message on the wall of their old apartment.

"I heard Ron saying about it, the sleep potion wasn't that strong but I was feeling dizzy so I didn't open my eyes, plus I wanted to know what was wrong," she said as firmly as she could.

"Yes, they left a message, it's from them for sure. But we'll go on: we'll get marry the date we have decided. And we'll have the wedding you—we—have dreamed of." Harry said, looking in her eyes. She smiled and rose her body to kiss him, and he responded happily. He was euphoric, she was fine, James was fine, with a beautiful nursery (made with love, courtesy of his Papa), for him, with a wedding ahead.

For him there was his brand new life with his brand new family.

Next chapter: "A wedding in Fear."