Special Delivery
Oh Ms. Rowling,
How thy imagination is loved,
I dearly wish I could own thy creations,
but sadly I do not (;_;)
"Come on love. Let us not keep them waiting any longer," Lucius said pulling Hermione to her feet.
"Love?" Hermione asked, her head becoming light. Lucius smiled and pulled her back to the house.
HeArT*hEaRt*HeArT Bundles of Joy and Other Things hEaRt*HeArT*hEaRt
Narcissa and Draco had long abandoned the kitchen in favour of the parlour. Narcissa gave Hermione a soft, but concerned smile as she was led into the room by Lucius. Lucius situated Hermione before taking a seat right next to his son.
"Severus..." Lucius drifted off, then turned to face Draco. "Severus is in a better place," he said quietly, but choked on the last word. The young blond remained impassive, but everyone could see the pain etched in his grey eyes.
The occupants of the parlour room pushed that melancholy moment aside as low music played on the air about the room.
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Go to sleep little baby
It gradually became louder until a small glowing white speck became larger and larger, taking the shape of a stork with a brown wicker basket held in its beak.
"Delivery for Miss Hermione Granger."
Hermione turned to the voice behind her. "Wh-what's that?" She pointed to a basket filled with blue blankets. "Why is there a stork in your drawing room?"
"Miss Hermione Granger?" The stork asked.
"Y-yes," Hermione stuttered.
"Sign here," a parchment appeared in the storks beak.
"What if I refuse?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"I wouldn't refuse a stork Granger," Draco Malfoy was definitely having his fill of entertainment this morning in light of recent news. That thought sobered him. "Those storks can get pretty violent," he tried to advise.
"This has to be a joke. Ha ha, very funny. Now take it back! I don't want it!" Hermione raised her voice to the stork, to the amusement of the other occupants of the drawing room.
"Sign!" The stork snapped, his white feathers turning a nice shade of pink.
"Sign Granger. When his feathers turn red-"
"Fine!" Hermione snatched the parchment from the stork's beak and signed. Her signature glowed a baby blue, and the parchment disappeared with a snap, along with the illustrious Mister Stork. "This has to be a joke, but George is too depressed to play a joke of this magnitude," Hermione started talking to herself trying to figure out what kind of sick joke someone was playing.
"I believe this may give you a clue," Narcissa picked up a letter laying atop the blue bundle. The letter had Hermione written in Harry's messy handwriting.
Hermione,
I just found out I'm a father! Unfortunately his mother gave him up, and I haven't any idea how to raise a baby. I'm lucky Andromeda wanted to raise Teddy. Please be a good Mother for him. Thank you 'Mione.
Harry
P.S. He also needs a name. I thought I'd give you the honours...
"Hermione!" Lucius Malfoy caught the curly-haired witch before she hit the floor with her body, and placed her on his favourite brown chaise. Draco picked up the parchment Hermione dropped.
"Who would have thought Harry Potter was that type," Draco shook his head and handed the parchment to his father. Narcissa revived Hermione, and helped her sit up.
"That bastard," Hermione whispered. She pulled out a purple beaded bag from a pocket in her jeans. The bag couldn't have possibly fit, if she were a regular person, which she was not. The Malfoys watched as a black rectangular object came into view, as she brushed her fingers over it, then proceeded to yell at the thing.
"Hell-"
"What the hell are you thinking Harry Potter?!" Hermione raised her voice to the object with Harry Potter's face looking highly uncomfortable.
"Listen 'Mione-"
"No! You listen!" Hermione yelled at his face on her mobile. "I want an explanation! NOW!"
"Well stop interrupting!" Harry snapped and brushed his fingers agitatedly through his messy black hair. The three adults looked at the muggle invention in wonder. Hermione tapped her foot impatiently waiting for her explanation.
"Well!" She demanded after a few seconds of complete silence.
"I'm going away for a while. He needs a mother, and I thought you would be a great mother-"
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Hermione yelled, but it was no use. Harry disconnected their video chat. "YOU ARSE! I cannot believe you disconnected!" Hermione tried calling, sending text messages, even emailing, but Harry never answered.
"What am I supposed to do with a baby?!" Hermione half asked, half demanded an answer from her inanimate mobile phone.
"That would be obvious Granger," it was very clear Draco Malfoy was highly entertained by the tone of his voice. "You should raise him."
"Why the hell would I want to do that?!" Hermione rounded on Draco. Narcissa cleared her throat.
"That parchment you just signed bound the baby to you," Narcissa explained. Hermione looked at the woman dumbfounded. "In other words, the parchment you signed made you his unofficial mother." Hermione found herself laid out on the chaise again, courtesy of Lucius Malfoy.
"How am I supposed to explain this to my parents?" Hermione asked herself out loud. "'Hey Mum, Dad. Sorry I had to modify your memories, but you have them back now...Oh, by the way, you are grandparents! Congratulations!" Hermione said sarcastically.
"You modified your parents memories?" Draco asked, amazed.
"Not even I can do a memory charm," Narcissa said in awe. "You should hold on to her Lucius," she whispered to her ex-husband just as the baby started crying. Hermione turned to the blue bundle in the basket.
"Uh...there there," Hermione said, poking the 'bundle of joy'. She really had no idea how to look after a child. Draco smirked in amusement as the baby kept crying, and Hermione continued to look on, baffled.
"It might be a good idea to pick him up Granger," Draco smirked. Hermione looked at him with wide eyes.
"Wh-what if he breaks?!" She stuttered. Draco couldn't help the snort, which turned into him rolling around in laughter as she continued poking the bundle in what she could only hope was comforting to the tiny thing.
"Draco!" Lucius hissed in a control yourself tone. Narcissa picked up the baby and gently handed him to Hermione explaining to her to always keep his head supported, and to gently pat his back to soothe him. The Malfoys witnessed as Hermione gently rocked and patted the bundle, and as she turned misty eyed.
"Merlin!" She gasped, "I'm responsible for him!" She whispered her epiphany to everyone in the drawing room. "Can...Can anyone show me to a local book store...a muggle book store?" Hermione asked. The Malfoys looked at her silently questioning why she wanted to visit a muggle book store. "I at least want to read up on how to raise a child," Hermione said.
"Muggles have those kind of books?" Narcissa asked. Hermione nodded.
"You want to go out in public like that?" Draco pointed out her current condition.
"Like what?!" Hermione asked defensively, not cottoning on to his train of thought.
"Hermione..." Narcissa paused, "...your appearance is rather startling dear." Hermione paled even more than she currently was in her malnourished state.
"I forgot about that..." Hermione said softly. No one in the drawing room had noticed when the fire in the fireplace burned green, and someone stepped out.
"Your appearance would definitely cause the muggles to call the authorities, or refuse to serve you," said the unknown voice in an American accent.
"Ah, Doctor Bennett," Lucius greeted. "This is Miss Hermione Granger. She refused a Healer in England, because, and I quote, 'There are people who need Healers more than me. I didn't need to occupy a bed that someone else needed a lot more than I did.'"
Doctor Smith was a tall man with black unruly hair. Upon hearing Hermione's name his eyes went wide. "Not The Hermione Granger?! Best friend of Harry Potter!" He exclaimed. Hermione nodded, attempting not to roll her eyes. "It really is a pleasure!" Doctor Bennett shook Hermione's hand, and took out his wand to run diagnostic spells right away.
All Hermione could do was blush and smile at the attention she was unused to receiving. "It's nice to meet you Doctor Bennett."
"You might look over the baby too Doctor," Narcissa suggested. "He just arrived this afternoon."
"Where is his mother?" The doctor asked as he ran his diagnostic spells over the small infant.
"You're looking at her," Draco smirked. Doctor Bennett look at Hermione in surprise.
"My diagnosis doesn't show you've given birth recently! And in your condition!" He exclaimed, assuming Hermione had given birth very recently.
"You misunderstood, given the small amount of facts you have been given," Lucius explained. "Hermione is not the child's natural mother. He was delivered to her this afternoon, and is now in her custody." Doctor Bennett ran a few more diagnostic spells over Hermione, and shook his head.
"Miss Granger, surely you must be in quite a lot of pain!" His eyebrows rose into his hairline. "I believe we will be taking you both to St. Catherine's," he said to Hermione and the three other people waiting to hear his decision. "Your son was born yesterday morning at 5:28am, according to my diagnostics," he added.
"Thank you," she said silently. "The hospital really is not necessary, doctor. For the baby, yes, but it really is unnecessa-AHH!" Hermione screamed before collapsing back onto the chaise. Doctor Bennett removed his hand from her ribcage. "What is it with this chaise and me today?" Hermione asked breathless. Everyone chuckled.
"Miss Granger let me make myself clear. You are in dire need of a hospital bed!" The doctor shook his head. "I am surprised you are still standing and conversing! Mister Malfoy, thank you for bringing this to the attention of a doctor. Miss Granger needs to be admitted to the hospital at once. It is a mighty miracle she is still standing! Contact her family," he ordered.
"Yes doctor," Lucius said. "What is her condition?"
"Internal bleeding, broken ribs, a hairline fracture in her upper left arm. It is a miracle she is still standing, walking, even breathing with the internal bleeding! We have to get her to the hospital now!" Doctor Bennett exclaimed. "I'll have to floo, apparating would not be good in her condition," he said while lifting a protesting Hermione. "Meet me at the St. Catherine's Hospital Trauma Ward, I'll get Jane Weston to look over the baby," Doctor Bennett said right before he left with Hermione into the floo.
The Malfoys looked down at the baby in his basket.
"I'm not picking him up," Draco said to his parents, while observing the sleeping bundle. Lucius rolled his eyes and carefully lifted the basket.
"Apparating is not good for newborns," Narcissa informed Lucius. He nodded and grabbed floo powder. "You might want to cover his face," Narcissa added, covering the baby before he threw in the floo powder. "Just uncover him immediately after exiting the floo." Lucius nodded in understanding.
lOvE*LoVe*lOvE Are Living Nightmares Really So Bad? LoVe*lOvE*LoVe
Hermione was living a bad dream. There was pain, excruciating pain, and a baby. Her baby. Which was ridiculous because she didn't have a baby! Oh yes...
Stupid Harry! Stupid stork! The baby was crying. Hermione knew she had to rock him like Narcissa taught her...but the pain...Hermione opened her eyes. She was in a light blue room with those blasted storks flying around on the walls. She awoke to a blurry familiar black mop of hair, "Harry? Where am I?"
"It's Doctor Bennett, Miss Granger," he informed her. "You are in the Maternity ward." Hermione blinked a few times, to bring her vision back into focus.
"I was hoping that was a dream," Hermione sighed. "Why am I in the Maternity Ward?"
"Doctors Bennett and Weston, thought it a better alternative than the depressing Trauma ward, and it gives you and baby bonding time," Narcissa explained.
'Bonding time...' Hermione's thoughts drifted off to raising a baby, changing his diapers, taking him to school, raising the child...
"He does need a name," Draco pointed out. Hermione gave him a blank stare. "It might help with the bonding," he smirked. Hermione's mouth made an 'o'.
'A name...' Hermione thought. "Seeley Nathaniel," Hermione said after a few minutes of thinking.
"Seeley?" Draco asked, wrinkling his nose at the name.
"It means 'blessed' in old English," Hermione said.
"'Blessed Gift of God'," Lucius smiled.
"I just don't know if he should be Granger or Potter," Hermione said thoughtfully. Lucius pointed his wand at baby Seeley, and a parchment with the words Birth Certificate appeared mid-air over the baby right in front of Hermione. She quickly snatched the parchment out of the air.
Birth Certificate
of
Seeley Nathaniel Bellamont-Potter
son of
Harry James Potter
Has anyone noticed how I love commas? Yes, I do have to work on my run-on sentences lol...
If you will allow me, I will let you in on two secrets, one not so secret...I do not know when to use a semi-colon so I excessively use commas lol...love those commas... (=^.^=)...and my second secret...I have already finished the story...I'm just posting it slowly...am I evil for that? I just didn't want to start posting an unfinished story and then wait weeks or months to post another chapter. The anticipation just kills me when I have to wait so I thought I would complete the story on my laptop first, then post every few days...I'm doing that with a few other stories sitting on my laptop that are just begging me to complete them.