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Chapter thirteen.
Hermione groaned, her body stiff from laying still for to long. She didn't want to open her eyes, for she feared that nothing would be the same like it use to be. But the air was sterile, the room unnaturally cold and the clothes she was wearing were starched. She knew that she wasn't dead, because she could hear noises, like she was in a hospital. She tried to move her fingers, holding back a groan when she felt a shot of pain.
"Ms. Granger?" She heard a voice called out to her and she stiffened, aware of her surroundings. "Ms. Granger we know that you're awake." Hermione sighed, slowly opening her eyes to stare up at a medi-witch, it was a much older woman with kind eyes and dark gray hair. "I need to discuss something important with you. Do you remember what happened?"
Hermione nodded, thinking back to the attack, the sudden pain in her chest. Being married to Ron, then there was Sarah Jane, Alan and Maria. And the Trickster. "Am I alive?" She suddenly felt stupid for asking that, but she wanted to be sure.
The woman nodded grimly. "You barely made it, but Ms. Granger, are you in a relationship?"
"Yes, with Alan. He's a Muggle." Hermione managed to speak, her voice hoarse, and she ended up coughing towards the end.
"Ms. Granger were you able to have a child during your marriage?"
"My first marriage with Ron?" Hermione scrunched up her nose in confusion. "No, that's why our marriage was annulled. What's going on?"
"Ms. Granger. You were hit by a killing curse, and by definition the curse kills you, but it can only take one life. And it took the weakest one."
Hermione mustered up strength to sit up, her bones popping from the stiffness, as she stared up at the nurse. "What are you saying?" Hermione felt her heart beating faster then ever before, her voice hitched in her throat.
"Ms. Granger, you were pregnant." The nurse said soberly, as if she was truly sorry. "Now, because of this new development, the Ministry is giving you up to two years off, in hope that you can produce another child within that time. If tested, and it seems that you can have another, you will be put back into the string of names to have a husband picked for you."
"No." Hermione stated, her voice firm as she rubbed a hand over her stomach as if trying to feel what ever was left of her baby. "If I am to marry someone it will be Alan."
"But miss, he isn't a Wizard."
"I don't give a damn, and you can tell the Ministry that." Hermione glared up at the woman, before laying back in bed. "When can I go home?"
"Given that the potions take effect, within a few days." The medi-witch replied.
"Good. I want to be home as soon as possible." Hermione whispered, and the Medi-witch took it as a sign for her to leave. Hermione laid there in her bed all alone, trying to think through everything. She and Alan had made a baby, and because she didn't know she had gotten it killed. She felt tears well up and soon they began to fall. How would she tell Alan?