Oh god oh god oh god! I'm so sorry, I know its been ages since the last chapter. I've moved house again, and sort of forgot about this. I think I've lost my writing mojo, this chapter just doesnt seen right for some reason. Please review and let me know your opinion.
While Jacob ate his breakfast, Hermione thought long and hard. She dressed in warm, durable clothing, ready for any situation. She smiled as she slipped her arms through the too big woollen cardigan. It was from last Christmas, which they had spent with the Weasleys, and had a large H worked on the front in purple. It was when she was reminiscing, that she decided.
They would go to Harry.
She remembered how Harry and Ron had reacted to her pregnancy. They were shocked, upset, angry. Especially Ron, but of course he would have been, he loved Hermione and a small part of her thought he still did. 'How do you know it won't turn out like its father?' Harry had said. 'I can't believe you would do that. With him, of all people.' Ron had yelled. Hermione had sat through the argument silently, those moments had been the darkest of her life, when she thought she would lose her friends. But afterwards, they wiped her tears, hugged her tight, and tried hard to accept Draco Malfoy into their lives. -
'Hermione!' Harry swept her into his arms, and held her close, breathing in her scent. 'I knew you would show up.' he let her go, and looked down to Jacob, forcing a smile. Jacob grinned back, and threw his small body into Harry's midriff. Harry groaned painfully, and picked the boy up into a hug, letting Hermione into the house, and locking the door behind them.
As they headed to the living room, a red headed woman emerged from the kitchen, giving the visitors a wide smile. Hermione wrapped her arms around her, and gasped as she glimpsed the other woman's stomach.
'Ginny! Your getting so big!' she exclaimed, gently rubbing the pregnant woman's bump. Ginny laughed 'Yeah, well, if you had come to visit more often, maybe it wouldn't be such a shock, hm?' Hermione grimaced, and sat down. 'I just wish it was under better circumstances.' she admitted, glancing at Harry. He let Jacob down to sit with his mother, and asked 'Is it possible? I killed him, I know I did. We all saw his body.'
Hermione merely shrugged and answered 'It can't be possible, all the horcruxes are gone. It's impossible to bring the dead back. There are inferi, but they're just animated corpses, they don't possess a spirit. And the ressurection stone,' she interrupted as Harry opened his mouth, 'only enables you to communicate with a spirit form of the deceased.'
Harry sighed, leaning back on his chair, thinking hard. Hermione watched him for a moment, before Ginny broke the silence. 'Jacob, why don't you go play in Teddy's room for a bit?' she asked the boy kindly. He nodded, and took her hand as she led him into the hall, leaving Hermione and Harry alone.
He looked at his best friend sadly. 'Where's Draco?' he asked, though he thought he knew the answer. She raised a hand to her mouth, rubbing her lips softly with her index finger. 'He ... left.' she whispered.
Harry stood up, and wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulders. He could tell she had finally succumbed to tears, and wondered how long she had been holding them in.
She looked up to him, and whispered 'Harry, I think Bellatrix has something to do with this. Remember her trial? When-' but he interrupted. Yes, he remembered vividly.
Bellatrix Lestrange had been captured after Voldemort was defeated. She had begged them to kill her, but she was instead sent back to Azkaban, with full security. Unfortunately, the law required a trial to do such a thing, so when Jacob was a few weeks old, Draco and Hermione attended the trial to submit evidence against her.
She had seen the baby with Hermione and Draco, seen Narcissa Malfoy take Jacob in her arms while Hermione testified. Bellatrix had screamed herself hoarse when she realised, her pureblood line had been dirtied. The only thing she had left, she had lost her husband, her master, her freedom, and now her family.