Hermione awoke to a sharp bang on her door. She looked around, completely disoriented. 'Where the fuck am I?' she thought as she rolled out of bed, emphasis on the roll. Her belly was now quite noticeable; she was eight months pregnant and completely freaked out about it, as most first time mothers to be are. Then it hit her, she was in the Time Room; that meant that she was back! 'Oh shit! How am I going to explain my absence and my obesity to Harry?'

"Hermione, open up!" a familiar voice called from the other side of the door.

"It can't be," Hermione whispered. She waddled across the room to the door and flung it open carelessly. Her eyes welled with tears when she saw Harry and a much older Sirius standing on the other side grinning like idiots. "Sirius!" she squealed with excitement as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her for a kiss. "But how….you were dead."

"I told you I would wait for you, Love."

"That's not possible; I saw you! Bellatrix knocked you through the veil!" Hermione was in hysterics. She was so happy to see Sirius alive, but she couldn't help but question it.

"Bellatrix Lestrange?" Harry asked.

"Yes, of course Bellatrix Lestrange. You were there, Harry; how could you forget?" Hermione was befuddled. Sirius' death was the most horrific moment in Harry's life.

"Hermione, Bellatrix Lestrange died when we were children. Neville's parents killed her during the war against Voldemort," Harry informed her, confused to why this was thrilling news for Hermione.

"Darling, it's nothing but a bad dream now. You don't have to worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm never leaving the two most important ladies in my life," Sirius said as he gently stroked Hermione's belly through her thin nightshirt.

"Holy shit, Hermione, when did you get pregnant?" Harry yelled with surprise. With all the confusion over Sirius, Harry hadn't notice his best friend's enormous stomach.

"About thirty-two years ago." Hermione and Sirius laughed at Harry's stunned face. "We'll explain later," Hermione said as she walked back into the room, "but right now I need to get dressed before I'm late for class."

Harry and Sirius both looked confused by her statement. "Hermione, we're going home today," Harry said.

"But what about Graduation and the End of the Year Ball?"

"Are you feeling alright, Love?" Sirius asked as Hermione began to change (it's not like either of the guys hadn't seen her in her underwear before). "The ball was last night; you wore a stunning royal blue gown that had every male and a few females as well drooling over you."

"Sure, cause every guy goes crazy for a pregnant eighteen year old," Hermione whispered. Her extra sensitive hormones were kicking in. "Why don't I remember?"

"Baby, it's time to go. We can talk about this when we arrive at James and Lily's house." Hermione's tears evaporated instantly upon hearing this.

"They're alive!" She shrieked enthusiastically.

"Of course they are; what did you think?" Harry asked, a bit shocked because Hermione was like the daughter that his parents never had.

"Oi, I'm beginning to think that my fiancée is a bit of a nutcase, eh Harry?" Sirius joked. Hermione froze.

"Fiancée?" Hermione asked. She looked at her hand only to discover a large pink diamond with a smaller white diamond on either side set in white gold glistening back at her. "Oh," she whispered sadly. She was in tears once again. 'How could I not remember Sirius proposing to me?' she thought as she wiped away thousands of tears.

"You don't remember, do you Love?" Sirius asked, taking her hand in his and slipping the gorgeous ring off her finger. He lowered himself to the ground, still holding her hand, and gazed lovingly into her eyes. "Hermione, I've loved since before you were born, and I will love you until the day I die. Will you marry me?"

"What kind of question is that?" Hermione smiled through her tears. "Of course I'll marry you." She helped Sirius to his feet again and then kissed him softly on the mouth.

"I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Sirius."

"I fell awkward, you guys," Harry said. It was obvious that his godfather and best friend had forgotten that he was present.

"Well the get out you little perv," Hermione teased. Sirius took Hermione's luggage in one hand and held her around the waist with the other. The three of them began the long trek up the spiraling staircase. About half way up Hermione stopped.

"What's the matter, Love? You're going to miss the train," Sirius said as he set Hermione's suitcase down on the step. Hermione collapsed into his arms with a violent shutter and bloodcurdling scream.

"Shit!" Harry bellowed as he stepped towards his friend.

"What the fuck is wrong with her?" Sirius asked, terrified that he'd done something that hurt her.

"Sirius, I think she just went into labor."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because I'm standing in a puddle that wasn't here ten seconds ago."

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