"HARRY! Ron, quick! Harry's here! How are you? We were all so worried about you! Last we heard was Ron saying you went out to fight You-Know-Who! We thought you'd have been dead by now, but here you are on our front doorstep! And Hermione too! How have you been? It's been so long!" As you can tell, Mrs. Weasley was very happy to meet two uninvited guests on her front porch. By this time, Ron had made it to the door, however breathless. In a very un-Ron-like moment, he engulfed Harry and Hermione in a hug.

"Honestly, I thought you were dead, Harry! I'm so relieved." Ron was, if this is even possible, even happier than Mrs. Weasley to see Harry and Hermione. "Why didn't you send any owls, Hermione? And where have you been Harry? Is You-Know-Who, you know, gone? Did you beat him?" Mrs. Weasley ushered Harry and Hermione into her kitchen and scolded Ron for asking so many questions.

"Would you tow like anything to eat?" Suddenly, Hermione felt ravenously hungry. She had not eaten since yesterday morning.

"Yes please, Mrs. Weasley! I'm starving!" Mrs. Weasley busied herself in the kitchen preparing a meal for the two. She returned less than five minutes later with two steaming plates of potatoes, meat, and beans. Harry and Hermione thanked her and commenced eating. "I haven't eaten since yesterday morning!" Hermione remarked without thinking. Harry nearly choked on his food. He hadn't wanted to tell the Weasleys yet.

"Why's that, Hermione dear?"

"Umm, well, you see, my parents chucked me out of the house."

"Why ever did they do that? I would never even think about doing such a thing to any of my kids. Percy threw himself out before I would have. You poor dear. I suppose you were thrown out too, then Harry?"

"Not really, Mrs. Weasley. I just never want to see the Dursleys again." Harry remarked. He was glad that Mrs. Weasley had not asked why Hermione was thrown out.

"So why did your parents throw you out, Hermione?" Harry winced and glanced at Hermione. She was looking at him, and he gave her a tiny smile. She was pale.

"Well, I don't know how to put this, umm…You see, I'm…I'm…I'm pregnant." Hermione buried her face in her hands and began to cry. Ron nearly fell off his chair, then looked at Harry with a look that said 'I never knew you guys were that serious'. Mrs. Weasley was at a loss for words.

"Oh." was all she could manage. "Oh, really?" Hermione didn't indicate anything, so Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry. He nodded, shamefully. "Well, what are you planning to do, Harry?"

"Honestly, I don't have a clue."