DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

Memoirs

Chapter 20

Harry carried Hermione into the Infirmary that had already begun to prepare the procedure to do the abortion. "Mister Potter?" the nurse cried, upon seeing the unconscious Hermione being laid down on the bed. "I take it she didn't consent?"

"No. When she wakes up she'll be far from happy so I'd secure her."

"We thought as much." The nurse said, helping Harry fasten Hermione's limbs into the buckles provided. When that was done, the nurse insisted that Harry left.

"No, I want to stay with her. If she wakes up, I want to stay with her."

"Very well, just don't get in the way." She snapped. And she began the abortion.

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"Is everything ready?" Tom demanded of Lucius as they walked along the corridors to the grounds where Tom was meeting Fenrir Greyback to discuss tactics on attacking the Order's base.

"Yes, milord. I've informed the Inner Circle and our 50 highest ranks and notified Fenrir that you would be meeting with him today."

"Good. The troops are informed of our tactics?"

"Yes, milord. They all know what to do."

"Excellent."

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Hermione awoke to a sense of loss and emptiness, and she immediately knew what had happened to her. Harry - or whoever - had killed her baby. Even though she's only been pregnant for little over a week, she had begun to feel its presence. Turning over in her bed, she saw Harry leaning back in a chair right next to her bed, drumming his fingertips together impatiently. Seeing that she was awake - although apparently not noticing the burning hate in her eyes - leant quickly forward in his chair, picked up her hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb.

"How are you feeling?"

She didn't say anything for a minute or so and his smile faded away. "I will never forgive you for this." She hissed, snatching her hand away and turning away, pulling the blankets over head whilst she let depression, rage and fear wash over her.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I truly am." His muffled voice said. And he left.

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Minutes blended into hours, which soon brought about night. Several people had come into her room to try and cheer her up and/or comfort her, but she only remained silent and ignored them.

6:28pm

Molly knocked on her door politely and let herself in quietly.

"Hermione, dear, would you like some company?" Hermione gave no answer; she just kept the blankets tight around her and didn't move, but listened to every word. Molly walked over to the bed and sat down gently. "Hermione, would you like to talk about it, dear?" again, no answer was given. "No? Well, I could make you something to eat. A nice bowl of soup, maybe? Or some -"

"I'm not sick!" Hermione snapped. "I don't need any soup, or comfort. I just want to be left alone."

"Hermione, we care about you too much to leave you alone."

Hermione scoffed. "Yeah, you all care about me. Care about me enough to murder my unborn child?"

"Hermione, you know why we had to do that." Molly whispered sadly.

"You went against my wishes. I told you that I didn't want to give up my baby but you, you lot with your selective hearing, took it as I did want to kill my child!"

"Hermione, it wasn't 'killing' it. It wasn't even alive."

"Don't call my baby 'it'. They don't deserve that."

"Hermione, dear, they don't deserve to be called anything. It's gone. It was never there."

"They were inside me! I felt them."

"Hermione-"

"Have you ever had an abortion?"

"No, I haven't. Abortion Potions, nor the procedures, were available at Hogwarts. If you needed one, it had to be cleared with the Headmaster and Matron, paid for and then given an appointment by St Mungos."

"Gee, for someone who never had one, you seem to know a lot about getting one." She snapped coldly.

"I considered one, once. I was 17 at the time and pregnant with Bill."

"So you thought about killing your child?"

"Yes, I did."

"Why didn't you go through with it?"

"Hermione, I-"

"Why didn't you kill your baby boy, Weasley?!"

"...I loved him too much."

"And you think I didn't love my son or daughter?"

"Hermione, this is quite different."

"No, it isn't."

"Hermione-"

"Just get out."

"Hermione-"

"GET OUT!!" she screamed and Molly instantly complied.

Molly headed down to the kitchen gloomily and the quiet kitchen became silent. She sighed and walked over to the counter she was working on and resumed cutting the vegetables.

"How is she, Molly?" Arthur asked, his voice full of concern for both the young girl and his wife.

"I don't think she's that sad. Just angry." She said quietly. "I offered to keep her company, maybe fix her something up, but she just screamed at me and told me to get out."

"I'm not surprised." Ron grumbled, tracing the dents in the table with his knife.

"Ronald..." Dumbledore began, warningly.

"I'm sorry, Albus, but face it; she doesn't need nor want nor deserve a hug and a kiss and a bowl of soup. She just needs and deserves to be left alone."

"Ron, she'll starve." Remus said, defending the young girl.

"That's her choice."

"Ronald Billius Weasley!" the entire Weasley family shouted, turning on him.

"Sorry again, but if she wants to starve then let her. She hasn't got a baby to think of so she doesn't need to eat."

Out of nowhere, Harry leapt out of his seat, stormed to Ron's and punched him on the nose, breaking it instantly. Before anyone could get up, Harry had Ron on the floor and was punching him with such force, the sounds made people shudder.

"How (punch) dare you?! (punch) She's (punch) like your (punch) family!"

"No, she's just yours and Voldemort's whore!"

Another blow to the side of his head sent Ron unconscious. Remus and Sirius dragged Harry of the ginger and restrained him whilst Molly healed her son.

"Leave him, Harry, he's not worth it." Sirius said, trying to calm his godson. Harry just shrugged him off and walked out the front door into the forest.