Another month quickly slipped by. Hermione was slowly learning that Tom really loved her. She sat in her room thinking about the future. When would she go back? Would it be the end of the year, or would she have to do her fifth year twice? If it was the end of the year, were people worried about her? She had millions of thoughts and questions running through her head. Then she thought about Tom and the baby. What would happen to the baby? Should she tell Tom that she was from the future, before she left? If she left. . . What if she could not leave? A few silver tears slid down her face. Hermione looked at a pile of books sitting in front of her and decided to get to work. Halfway through her work she began to wonder why she signed up for so many classes. She had no idea what she was thinking when she did so. It was a Friday evening, so Hermione had the whole weekend to finish, but being Hermione, she wanted to finish as soon as possible. Two hours later, she had finished and found Bianca curled up on her bed. Hermione yawned and moved Bianca over to the side of her bed then got in and went to bed.
The next morning, Hermione went to Tom's secret little room. She went there very often, hoping he would tell her how to get out. He said he would tell her on the last day of school that year. Hermione would sigh and pretend to fall asleep. She was never able to trick him. He would put some charms on her in order to let her out. The same thing happened that day. Tom really did not mind her being there. Sometimes they would have long, intelligent conversations. Hermione sat in front of Tom's desk and propped her feet up on the hearth of the fireplace. Hermione figured that it would be a quiet day. Tom was very interested in a novel he was reading. Hermione was surprised to see that it was a muggle book, too.
Hermione was wrong in thinking that it would be a quiet day. She was never so wrong in her life. The door swung open and Severus walked in, followed shortly after by Lucius.
"What are you doing!" Tom yelled. Severus looked at them and raised an eyebrow.
"Did I walk in on something?" he laughed slightly, assuming he did not.
"No," Tom said as he threw his book into a drawer and locked it.
"What was that?" Lucius asked. They obviously were not expected. Hermione sighed.
"Nothing. What do you want?" Tom asked.
"We need to talk, alone," Lucius looked at Hermione, motioning for her to leave.
"Oh yes, Lily said she wanted you. I think she is in the hospital wing by now," Severus said and Lucius nodded.
"I don't know why she wants you, she was screaming random things. . ." Lucius added. Hermione stared at them.
"I can't get out," she said.
"Why not?" Lucius asked.
"Tom won't tell me how!" she exclaimed and looked angrily at Tom. He then muttered some spells and she was blinded and deafened. She could feel her body being moved out. The curses were taken off and she was out in the hallway. Tom had already gone back in to his room.
Hermione rushed up to the hospital wing to see Lily. What could possibly be wrong? She came in to see the nurse and James hovering over Lily who was on the verge of screaming in pain, even though she had been given medication to calm down. Hermione walked over.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, worriedly.
"Nothing, she's going to have the baby," the nurse said then paused. "Do you happen to know anything about delivery, Hermione? I could use a little bit of help."
"Yes, what do you want me to do?"
"First, go into the back room and get some towels, a basin with warm water, and some clothe."
"Sure," Hermione scrambled into the back room and easily found the towels and clothe. She looked through a bunch of cabinets until she found the basin. She turned on some warm water and filled the basin ¾ up with water and rushed back to help.
"Thank you, Hermione. Stay here," the nurse said. Hermione was surprised to find out that it is not all much like the muggle way. It did not take long for Lily to deliver the baby. Of course, it was Harry. Hermione was in charge of cleaning him up while the nurse made sure everything was all right. Hermione smiled and quietly talked to Harry while cleaning him up. Once she was done and had wrapped him up, she handed him to Lily.
"So, what is his name?" Hermione asked, even though she knew the answer.
"Harry," James said. "Harry Potter."
"That's a nice name," Hermione said. James took Harry from Lily and smiled at his son.
The next morning, Hermione slept in. She had been up late with Lily, James, and Harry the night before and did not get to bed until midnight. When she got dressed and ready, she headed out in search of Tom. She got into his secret room and sat down in a chair located in front of his desk. He looked up at her.
"I know I cannot take care of the baby, Hermione, and I don't think you will be able to, either. I know someone who can. If he adopts the baby, we can still see the baby all the time, and we will know our child is in good care. He and I have signed the papers; we just need your signature. We will do something, like use charms, to make it look as if the baby is his," Tom said. "Will you sign?"
"I don't know; who is this person you are talking of?" Hermione questioned. They went on talking and Hermione eventually did sign the papers.