A/N Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry, it's not incredibly romantic yet, but just you wait! It will seriously get better. I know I say that every single chapter, but, hey, what do you think? Is it getting better? Why don't you tell me...(not hinting anything...AT ALL...cough cough) Well then, enjoy yourselves immensly!
She didn't feel up to telling Harry what she was doing, in fact, she wasn't going to tell him until it was time for her to add the ashes. Secretly, she found all of the ingredients, some of which were exceedingly difficult to find. As the weeks passed, she found them all and began brewing her potion. Her dreams kept on coming, and she was a little bit obsessed with them. Every night, she would go to sleep hoping for the dream to return. Usually it did, but on the days it didn't, she had a terrible sleep. Harry found her becoming more and more distant, and when he asked her what was happening, she just waved him off with a little, "Oh, I don't know. Hormones maybe" and then walked away. Harry had noticed that she disappeared frequently to the garden and one day, he followed her. Hermione was about a month in to the actual brewing of her potion and every day she worked on it, she could feel tension letting up inside her. She still didn't know what the potion did, but she a feeling that she would never know until she actually added the ashes. She was just adding the Luneworms when Harry barged in the door of the little shed she was working in. Immediately, he started coughing. "What are you doing in here, Hermione? Trying to kill yourself?" Harry sounded very angry
"No." Hermione looked scared. Her hair was a mess, her face was covered in splotches of Luneworm guts, and her hands were shaking like crazy. Harry's anger soon gave way to concern.
"What's wrong, Hermione?"
Hermione debated whether or not to tell Harry, but she decided to be honest. "Well, you remember that dream I had of that potion?" Harry nodded. "Well, it's kept on coming back, and it's told me the ingredients and how to brew it and everything, and well, I'm trying to make it." Harry didn't say anything, then said in a very shaking voice,
"What do you think you're doing? You, the one person who told all of us not to listen to something that we couldn't see where it kept its brain! What if it brings him back to life? All the hard work I've put in towards killing him, and then you bring him back to life? How does that sound?"
"Harry, I don't think that's what's going to happen. I have a gut feeling about this. It's going to do something good. In my dreams, it always ends before anything happens to the ashes, but I always have an ecstatic satisfied feeling before it ends." Harry gave in.
"Fine, but you'd better let me help you."
"Oh Harry, you know that your Potion's mark were always dismal." Hermione chided. Harry looked at her and said,
"You'd better let me help. I can cut stuff up and do stuff like that." Hermione sighed.
"Fine. Cut up these Luneworms. Careful, they kind of explode if you cut them wrong. I would know!" Harry chuckled and what had been a tense situation for Hermione now became enjoyable. Together, the two of them created the potion. After two months of hard work and more dreams, the potion was complete. During this time, Hermione's stomach had expanded, and Mrs. Weasley was starting to hint at the two of them leaving soon. However, since the day Harry joined Hermione in brewing the potion, the two of them had been very friendly with the Weasleys. Many pleasant summer evenings had been spent in the garden. Sometimes, Fred and George joined them too. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had been doing very well, and they often showed up with presents for the family. Percy still hadn't reconciled his family, even though Harry had been right about everything. It seems that he was too embarrassed about being wrong to admit it Charlie was engaged to a muggle named Catherine Neek, an Egyptian women he had met breaking curses for Gringotts. Although they rarely visited, Mr. Weasley was delighted when they did, because Caddy, as they called her, loved showing him muggle stuff. She thought he was funny. Bill and Fleur were married and living in a small house nearby, so they popped by quite often. Even though Voldemort was dead, the Order of the Phoenix was still trying to round up rogue Death Eaters, so every so often, someone would drop by for a quick meeting. Lupin and Tonks were engaged as well, much to Hermione's delight. Life was good at the Weasleys.
Some time near the end of August, after the potion had been stewing for a few days, Hermione notified Harry that it was time to add the ashes. Hermione wanted to do it first thing in the morning, but Harry, who knew it was a full moon that night, made her wait until the moon was up. Hermione's day was very tense. Her back sometimes ached from her stomach, and she tried to keep herself occupied by furiously knitting booties and hats for her little baby. She was about four months pregnant, and it was difficult for her. She was very used to having full range of motion, but her range was slowly decreasing. She would wake up in the morning and discover that she couldn't stretch in a particular way. Mrs. Weasley had ordered her to rest for most of the day. She was only allowed out of the house for three hours a day. Otherwise, she had to be resting. Her mind occupied the tedious hours thinking about her potion. Mrs. Weasley was very concerned about Hermione. Although she had been angry at her and Harry for having this baby, she wanted to take care of Hermione as much as she could. She was so young. It seemed that Hermione was having some troubles, so Mrs. Weasley did some research. She looked up Hermione's symptoms in 1001 Common Ailments and there under pregnancy and decreased range of motion was 'possible Metamorhmagus'. Mrs. Weasley nearly screamed when she read it. Further down the page it said, "If these symptoms carry on into the fifth month, it is recommended to stay on strict bed rest, or in some cases, hospitals." Mrs. Weasley moaned. She didn't want to worry Hermione more, so she kept this bit of information to herself. However, if she continued with these symptoms, or developed more of them (misshapen belly, frequent migraines, frequent agitation, trouble with Transfiguration, or trouble Apparating), then Mrs Weasley would have to tell her. For now, she decided to let Hermione live in blissful ignorance.
A/N Goombye (i read in in an archie comic once...dont ask) for now. Have a nice life...muahahahaha.
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