DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Memoirs
A/N: Okay, there was a bit of confusion about the last chapter. 1: Harry and Hermione did a bit more than kiss if you get what I mean. 2: Tom doesn't know where Hermione is due to his connection with Harry - the Order found a way to shut it off. 3: Yes, 'meus infirmitas' is 'my weakness'. It's Tom's way of saying 'I love you'.
AND!!! Drum roll please...I'VE STARTED THE TRILOGY!! Everyone look impressed. I'll update more frequently if you want but if I do that, you'll have to wait longer for the next part of the adventure. Either way, I'm good with it.
Chapter 19
Unknown to the two lovers wrapped up in their sheets, the father of Hermione's child was gathering his most loyal to attack and raid the 'small shack' where his wife was hidden. "Malfoy!" Tom shouted at the top of the staircase to the Entrance Hall, where the blonde and several other people were.
"Yes, milord?"
"Gather the Inner Circle, Greyback's pack and 50 others. We're going after Hermione. Tomorrow night."
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Harry and Hermione were wrapped in each other's arms, the rough sheets pulled over them. They were chest to chest on their sides with her forehead leaning against his well defined chest and his head hanging under her curls. "Hermione." He whispered in her ear.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
She opened her eyes. "I love you too."
"Awww, isn't that sweet? The two Gryffindors together at last." Sneered a voice inside her head.
Hermione shot up, clenching her head in her hands. "No! Shut up! Get out!"
"Hermione?" Harry sat up as well, putting his hands over hers and pulling them down. "Hermione, are you alright?"
"He's in my head, Harry. He's speaking to me."
"What's He saying?"
"He knows about us. He's teasing me, taunting me."
"Hermione, it'll be alright." Harry said desperately. "We'll get you help. We'll make Him go away."
"No. He won't go. He won't leave me. Why won't He leave me?"
"I'm not going to leave you, meus infirmitas. I love you. I'm not going to leave you."
"I slept with someone else! Your arch enemy at that. Does that not make you think I may not love you?" she bit back.
"You're confused and upset, meus infirmitas, I don't blame you for seeking out the Boy. He comforts you."
"I love him!"
"No, you don't. It's a silly little crush. I'm the one you truly love. And you know it." he taunted, his words ringing in her ears and throughout her mind.
"No! Get out my head!" she screamed aloud, smacking her temples with her palms.
"No, Hermione!" Harry cried, pulling her hands away from her now red and throbbing temples. He put them both in one of his callused hands, raised his free one, pushed a curl out of her face and kissed her gently. She whimpered and began to cry as His words kept coming into her head.
Harry hugged his love tightly to his chest, feeling her tears run along his skin, and held her close and comfortingly. "It's alright." He chanted lowly, rocking her back and forth until she seemed to calm down. An hour later, Harry was leant against the wall, propped up by a pillow, with Hermione in between his legs leaning back into his arms and she slept. There was a gentle knock on the door and Dumbledore entered.
"How is she?" he whispered, approaching the bed.
"He can talk to her. He spoke to her earlier, upset her so much that she cried. Albus...what is He doing to her?"
"Only she knows. No one else knows of what goes on in her mind."
"She said that...she said that he seduced her. And that they slept together. And downstairs, she said she'd just been fragile lately. Do you think that she could be...?"
"Pregnant?"
"Yes."
Dumbledore lifted his hand and placed it lightly over Hermione's stomach. A bright white light shone throughout her, but then turned a deep red. "Yes, she is pregnant. With a baby girl."
"She can't do it."
"Yes, I agree. For once I must insist that if she does not agree to an abortion, we must make her have one by force. Tom Riddle's seed must never come upon this Earth. Harry, I need you to convince her to have the termination."
"Me? Why me?"
"She loves you, and will listen to you above us."
"Albus, I don't think I could do that."
"Harry, you must. How do you feel about this whole thing? The woman you love, a brave and innocent girl that did nothing to deserve any of this, will be forced to carry the child of the most evil man alive. And after giving birth, she would have to watch Riddle turn her child into a version of Himself. Do you think she could handle that? Watching Voldemort turn an innocent babe into His successor?"
"Albus, stop. I'll try. But I can't guarantee anything. You know Hermione."
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Hermione awoke to the feeling that something wasn't right. Or something awful was going to happen to her. Awaking in Harry's arms, she shuffled and he greeted her by kissing her neck. "Hey, beautiful."
"Hello, Harry." She whispered back. "Is something wrong?"
"Hermione, I have to talk to you." she turned her head to look at him.
"We are talking. Well, I'm talking and you're looking at me funny. Is there-"
"Are you...Are you pregnant?"
Hermione shot up at the absurdness of the question. But then she saw his face. He already knew. "Well, seeing as you already know, just say what you have to say."
"Hermione, I'm supposed to talk you into having an abortion."
"Why?"
"We can't allow any of Riddle's seed to come onto this Earth. No heir must be born. Hermione, he wouldn't only manipulate you into having a child, but he'd hurt the child as well."
"I wouldn't let him."
"Hermione..." Harry looked down, almost giving up, "Hermione, I love you. And I care about you. Not only would the baby and your current situation stress you...what would be worse is watching Voldemort turn your baby into a future version of Himself. Is that what you want?"
"No!"
"Then have an abortion."
"I can't do that. I can't kill an innocent baby."
"The baby isn't even alive! It's a few cells right now. It doesn't have a heart, it's brain isn't developed, it can't feel anything!"
"It's still my baby! It's my choice!"
"Hermione, Dumbledore will make you have an abortion. But it would be better if you agreed."
"I won't consent."
"Hermione, you have to. The upheaval will be hard enough, but to know that you didn't have a choice will be worse."
"Harry...what if this were your child?"
"Don't play that card."
"No!! If it was. If I were pregnant with you instead of Him, would you still want me to have an abortion?"
"Actually, yes I would! I wouldn't want a child growing up in a world that still contained Voldemort! He'd kill the child, and that would be worse than to not have one in the first place. Hermione, you're 18. You're too young to have a baby."
"That's not what my body's saying."
"Hermione, I don't care about that. What is important is to not allow anything of Riddle's to survive."
Hermione was in tears by now. "I can't." she whispered.
"Then I am very sorry, Hermione. But you have to have one."
"No, Harry, I won't. And you can't ma-" she started to rant but Harry waved his wand at her and she was asleep.