CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Summary: With the War finally won and a rapid decline in the wizarding population, drastic measures are taken in a bid to save Wizarding Britain with the introduction of a new Marriage Law. Under the law, Hermione is forced to marry at eighteen or face being exiled from the Wizarding World. She must learn to deal with her past and look forward to her future with rising Quidditch Star, Oliver Wood. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: All original characters and canon events belong to J.K. Rowling. Non-canon events and characters are my own. I am not making any profit from posting this fanfic. Characters are likely to be OOC.
Page count: 28
Wood Apartment - Thursday 19th November 1998
Oliver felt his stomach knot painfully and bile rose in the back of his throat. He swallowed, his arm slipping around Hermione and pulling her against him as silent tears fell from her eyes.
"What happened?" Oliver questioned, struggling to voice his words as all he could think about was the little boy who'd quickly become an important fixture in his life. Who would've thought that he'd come to care for the shy little boy he'd met at WWW.
"We are of the belief that Ms. Harrison took her own life."
"Suicide?" He swallowed once more, forcing back the nauseous feeling.
The Minister nodded regretfully. "Diagnostics spells confirm that Ms. Harrison ingested twice the lethal amount of Bloodroot Potion. The Law Enforcement Department was able to trace her last known movements, which led them to Knockturn Alley. Witness accounts state she was seen purchasing the potion after pawning her wedding ring."
Hermione gave a little sob, her face burying in Oliver's chest as he tightened his hold on her.
"Leo? Where is he?" Hermione sniffled. "His mother was all he had. His father died in the War, both parents were an only child and the Grandparents died before he was born."
"That is why I am here, Hermione," he began softly. "When searching her belongings, a suicide note was discovered. To summarise, she stated that she couldn't continue living without her husband and she knew she was harming her son, she knew she was neglecting his needs and she didn't wish to live with the choices she had made. Her last wish, and it was clearly stated, was that Hermione Granger now Wood and her husband, be given sole custody of her only child, Leo Harrison."
"What?" They both whispered, appearing to be as surprised as they were upon learning the news of her suicide.
"Maggie Harrison waived her parental rights and made you and your husband Leo Harrison's legal carers and guardians before her death."
"Why would she do that?" Hermione asked, bemused.
"She did not specify her reasons. However, I took a moment to speak with Leo. He's spoken very little since learning of his mother's death, but he did tell me all that you have done for him. He told me that he feels safe when he's with you."
A sob fell from her as her head lowered and Oliver was quick to excuse them, guiding Hermione to their bedroom and closing the door behind them. Once they had their privacy, she clung to him, her face burying in his chest, her hands clutching as his shirt and her body shaking. He felt a single tear streak down his face, doing his best to fight back the remainder. He wasn't certain how many times he'd cried in his life, but he knew it was no more than the digits on his hands. But right now, he had to be strong for his wife. She needed him, and so did the little wizard who'd lost his mother to such tragic circumstances.
"What do we do?" Said Hermione, her words difficult to understand through her muffled cries. "We have a baby on the way but I can't leave him. Not after his mother did that to him. He's so young! What must he think?!"
"Anno," Oliver began softly, one hand smoothing her hair back from her face and the other rubbing comforting circles on her back. "An' tha's why we're gonna bring him intae the family. Officially."
Hermione drew back from him, her puffy, red eyes wide and her mouth parting.
"What?" She choked.
"Technically, we're already his guardians, anno ye love him an' a've spent enough time with him tae come tae care aboot him an' his well-bein'. A want what's best fer him, an' what's best fer him is us. We can make him happy. We can give him a happy an' bright future an' our family will dote on him."
"And the baby? Oliver, I only told you five days ago, I've only known a week myself. Are you ready for the responsibility of being a father not only to a newborn, but to a nine-year-old, too? That's a lot of responsibility, particularly for a professional athlete that has such an intense training schedule, and I work the same hours as you, too."
"Sparrow, am over the moon tha' yer pregnant with our baby," he began, pushing her hair back from her face. "But we did say we could adopt if ye weren't able tae have children an' tha' little boy needs us. We have family tae help an' supports us if we need it an' anno the bosses will be lenient, hoo could they not be? We have more than enough space here, Thompson will be moving oot by the end af the month an' intae one af the other apartments, it'll jus' be us an' the animals. An' when the baby's born, he'll have an older brother."
"It could be a girl," she argued, reaching up to wipe her eyes with the backs of her hands.
"It's a boy," he said confidently.
"And our work hours?"
"Well, am sure Coach will allow us tae bring him tae work with us if needed, honestly, he's naw bother an' the team love him. We can take some time aff tae help Leo grieve an' when we do return tae work, am sure our family will help us. A imagine Molly an' me ma will fight over him," he gave his head a shake as he chuckled. "An' he's comfortable 'round the twins, so he could spend the day in the shop with them. Quaffle will have a child tae play with an' if we're lucky, they'll wear each other oot."
"So what so we do?" She asked quietly.
"We bring him intae our family. This will be his home an' we'll give him a family tha' will dote on him; Aunts tha' will spoil him rotten, Uncles tha'll corrupt him an' Grandparents tha'll squeeze him tae death. We're legally his guardians, we'll give him some time an' if he wishes tae, we'll adopt him, givin' him our name."
Her eyes searched his expression before hugged him, burying her face in his chest.
"You are the greatest, kindest man I have ever met, and I honestly don't know what I did to deserve you. I love you, so much."
"Comin' from ye, tha's one af the best compliments a've ev'r had. A love ye," he muttered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She sighed before drawing back from him slightly. "I know we talked about turning my old room into the nursery, but would you mind if Leo stayed in there for a little while, just until I know he's fine? I want him close by should he need me and when he's okay, we'll give him his own room which he can decorate however he wishes."
"A don' mind, if am honest, a'd rather he be close by, tae," he admitted.
"I'll have to go shopping," she nibbled at her lip, "Get him some new clothes and toys, he's a bit of a fussy eater so I'll have to make sure to grab the food items he prefers. I'll have to buy more fruit and some yoghurts and juice. I want to get a few muggle things as well, if I can, something that'll allow us to keep an eye on him when he's sleeping. I've no doubt he's been having nightmares and I want to know when he needs me."
"We'll do it after we get him settled," Oliver promised, his hand slipping around hers. "We best go talk tae Kingsley."
He led her from their bedroom and to the living area, seeing Kingsley perching in the exact spot they'd left him in.
They retook their seats, sitting side by side and hand in hand as Hermione took a breath and said, "We'll have him in our home, we'll treat him as family and we'll protect and help him. If he wishes, we will adopt him officially." Kingsley smiled sadly; having known they wouldn't turn the child away, but the circumstances for such requirements were saddening. "I suppose I should inform you, given that I'll be visiting St. Mungo's soon enough and the news will be recorded on file and sent to the Ministry..." He arched a questioning eyebrow. "A few days ago, we discovered that I'm pregnant."
His face brightened with a smile. "That's wonderful news," he said brightly, standing to his feet. "Congratulations to you both, I must say, Hermione, you do seem to be glowing," he complimented and Hermione felt her cheeks heating.
"Now tha' we've a child on the way an' another in our custody, are we excused from the law?" Oliver asked hopefully.
Not that he and Hermione weren't thankful for being brought together, nor did they deem the law applicable to them, but it did mean they'd no longer have the pressure of having children on their shoulders and their marriage and lives would no longer be scrutinised or monitored closely. Good riddance, Miss. Smyth, he thought joyfully.
"Yes, it does, when it officially goes on record. Although, it never really applied to you two, did it?" His mouthed twitched knowingly. "I will arrange for your Marriage Official to conduct one final visit after you attend an appointment at St. Mungo's, so that your pregnancy might be confirmed by a health professional. Now, it is required that under such circumstances, a Ministry Official of the Family Affairs Department will conduct an environment check to ensure the premises is suitable for a child, but seeing as I'm here... As I can see, you have more than the recommended amount of space, you have access to food and running water, you've windows allowing natural light and you've security and safety measures already in place. Now, I must see the room in which Leo will be occupying. I understand that this is all pointless, but it's required that such checks are conducted," he said apologetically.
"We understand," Oliver gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "A'd be worried if such things weren't inspected befere a child was brought tae a foreign place." Oliver and Hermione stood from the couch, leading them down the right-side corridor. "The apartment houses five bedrooms in total, we've decided tae give Leo the bedroom closest tae ours so we're nearby should he need us. A doubt he'd like the decor but it'll do fer now."
Coming to a stop beside the door, he reached out and pushed it open, allowing the Minister to step inside, watching amusedly at his surprised reaction.
Kingsley cleared his throat. "Adjacent bathroom, windows, walk-in wardrobe, a bed," he listed, "This is more than suitable."
"This is a temporary solution," said Hermione. "Once we're certain Leo's doing well, we'll move him into another room, as we had intended this to be the nursery," her hand automatically lifted to her stomach. "He'll have the opportunity to decorate his room however he wishes. We do currently have Thompson living with us, but he is scheduled to move out by the end of the month once the renovations are complete on some of the apartments in the building."
"And the other bedroom?"
"It's mostly the same as this one, minus the colour scheme," answered Oliver.
"As his guardians, you are expected to provide Leo with anything he may require, as stated by the Child Protection Laws, and you will receive no help from government funds. Unfortunately, he doesn't have many personal belongings. The house he and his mother occupied was rented and when Ms. Harrison stopped paying her bills, their valuables were repossessed."
Neither Hermione nor Oliver looked concerned at the news of them being financially responsible for the child.
"We're more than happy tae an' capable af providing anything he might require. In fact, not ten minutes ago Hermione did say tae mae tha' she wished tae go shopping so she might purchase clothing, toys an' Leo's favourite foods. With our combined net worth, am certain neither af us will notice," replied Oliver, shrugging his shoulders.
"He is going to need much support and love, as I'm sure you're aware, but having you and your family in his life will have a great influence on him and I imagine he will do just fine."
"Where is Leo?" Hermione asked, wondering where he was being kept and how long they'd have to wait until they were able to see him and bring him home with them.
"He's at a local orphanage and has been since the morning his mother's body was discovered."
"WHAT?!" Hermione's voice rose in pitch. Kingsley winced. "You're wasting our time when Leo's in an orphanage?! Are kidding me right now?! Take us to him! Now!" Hermione demanded, her foot stomping against the ground.
Nodding, he led the way towards the fireplace and after Oliver quickly informed Thompson of their leaving on an errand and promising to explain what had happened when they returned, and Hermione summoned a jumper to slip on, they stepped into the floo.
~000~000~000~
Diagon Alley
The orphanage was located in outskirts of Diagon Alley, something neither Hermione nor Oliver had known. Usually, the floo was restricted to only allow employees into and out of the building, but Kingsley being the Minister of Magic, he was able to supersede those wardings.
Stepping out into a small room fitted with chairs, desks and filing cabinets, Hermione believed they were currently in the staffroom, given the number of heads that turned towards them at the unexpected arrival. Eyes widened and noises of surprise sounded as the recognised the Minister of Magic, the Quidditch star and the War Heroine.
"Minister Shacklebolt," greeted an older woman as she stood from her desk and approached them. Her blonde-greying hair was tied back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, her green eyes sat wrinkles and her smile was kind. "To what do we owe the pleasure of a visit?"
"Good afternoon. I am here regarding the case of Leo Harrison. I have brought with me Hermione and Oliver Wood, the couple who have been named Leo's legal guardians. They would've been here sooner, however, they have been out of the country for the last two weeks. They were unaware of the happenings and only learned of them but an hour ago," he explained.
The older woman nodded, her eyes softening. "Georgia, please will you bring Leo to this room. I believe he was last seen to be in the hall with the other children."
"Yes, of course, Mrs. Tripp," stuttered the young blonde, her brown eyes firmly locked on Oliver, but when Hermione narrowed her eyes in warning, she was quick to stand from her chair, almost tripping over her own feet as she made a hasty retreat.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," said the old woman, smiling at them. "I'm Helen Tripp, the head of this orphanage," she introduced. "I assume you wish to take Leo with you today?"
"Yes, we would," nodded Hermione. "I know there must be a lot of paperwork involved..."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Dear," she interrupted. "As you are legally Leo's guardians, the usual requirements and waiting periods do not apply. We are, however, required to ensure you are able to provide a suitable living environment for Leo."
"As I was already on the premises, I took the liberty to give it the once over. I assure you, it is more than suitable," Kingsley added.
"I take your word for it, Minister, however, I must have Leo's caseworker inspect the property for the sake of our record keeping, and there are a few inquiries that need to be made."
Their eyes moved to the door when it opened and the blonde returned with a miserable looking Leo trailing behind her. To Hermione, it was clear he struggled with his sleep and he looked to have lost some weight, too, likely refusing to eat. His skin was too pale to be healthy, his clothing was dishevelled and his hair looking as though it hadn't been washed or brushed in days.
She couldn't stop it; her hormones coupled with the sight of the little boy in pain had her eyes welling with tears.
"Leo, there is someone here who wishes to see you," Mrs. Tripp spoke kindly.
He didn't lift his eyes from the ground and neither did he acknowledge her words, something that concerned Hermione.
"Leo?" She called softly.
His head snapped to attention, his eyes seeking her out and upon seeing her, his eyes widened and his posture straightened. Mrs. Tripp saw something in his eyes that she hadn't seen before. Hope.
"Hermione? Mr. Wood?" He questioned quietly before he darted forward, Hermione barely catching him when he threw himself at her. His arms folded around her neck, his legs around her middle and he buried his face in her neck, hugging her tightly.
"Everything's going to be alright, Leo. I promise," she vowed softly, her hand rubbing comforting circles on his back as the other helped to support his weight. "We won't let anyone hurt you and you'll always be safe with us."
"My mum's dead," he sniffled, Hermione feeling his tears splash against her skin.
"I know, Sweetie, but I promise it'll get better."
"How d'you know?"
"Leo, my mum and dad died last year. I miss them every day and I still love them, but now it doesn't hurt when I think about them and how much they meant to me."
"Really?"
"Really," she confirmed.
"What're you doing here?"
"Oliver and I are here to take you to your home," she answered.
He drew back from her, his teary eyes wide and his expression fearful, Hermione feeling his hands grip her shoulders tightly. Oliver drew his attention when he set a hand on his back.
"With us, yer coming home with us," Oliver gave him a smile, something that seemed to help to settle him.
"Are you gonna be my new mum and dad?" He asked shyly.
Hermione and Oliver looked to each other, a silent exchange passing between them.
"Not if you don't want us to be," said Hermione. "We'll be your Aunt and Uncle, your brother and sister, your friends... We'll even take an Ageing Potion and be your Grandparents if you'd prefer," she teased.
Oliver snorted. "Am not taking an Ageing Potion; am tae handsome tae have this face go all wrinkly. What would the team do withoot me good looks attracting all the female fans?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and Leo laughed, ducking his head shyly whilst those present, namely Mrs. Tripp and Georgia, watched the exchange in surprise. In the two weeks he'd been at the orphanage, they hadn't heard him speak to anyone, let alone laugh or smile, and yet, he'd been in the presence of Hermione and Oliver no more than five minutes and he'd done all three.
"Anyway, Hermione's point is tha' we'll be anything ye need us tae be," Oliver clarified.
"Even a mum and dad?" He asked sheepishly.
"Even a mum and dad," they echoed unintentionally but it seemed to embolden the young boy.
"Can I call you mum and dad?"
"If you'd like to," Hermione smiled, "But I may suggest you call Oliver something more suitable. Perhaps vain, idiotic, a terrible cook, clumsy..."
"Am not clumsy," Oliver interrupted in protest, mock glaring at Hermione. Hermione arched a questioning eyebrow. "Name one time," he challenged.
Without hesitation, she began with, "You fell down the stands during practice before the Germany match. You slipped in the shower after the Spain match. You tripped over your suitcase in our hotel room in Portugal. You walked into a glass door when we were in Italy. You..."
"A said name one, not an entire list," Oliver injected amusedly and Leo laughed, his sadness and tears having faded. Oliver looked to Leo. "A told ye she was mean tae mae."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "He's just a big baby," she stage whispered.
"Is Hermione still yer favourite member af the team?" Asked Oliver.
"Yes," Leo replied without hesitation, his face completely serious. Oliver's expression fell, morphing into a slight pout when Hermione and Leo laughed.
"Don't worry, Leo; I'll save you from the health and safety violation that is Oliver's cooking."
"Am not as bad as the twins," Oliver argued.
"No, you're not, no one is," she agreed. "They set the kitchen on fire and they were only peeling potatoes," Hermione told Leo and he burst into a fit of laughter and every time he tried to calm down, he laughed more.
"So I'm coming to live with you?" Leo questioned, his eyes darting between them.
Hermione shifted slightly on her feet; whilst Leo weighed far less than a regular nine-year-old, he'd very clearly lost weight and he was small for his age, she was pregnant and her body was aching. Seeing this and being concerned for her and the growing baby in her stomach, Oliver silently plucked Leo from Hermione, settling him on his hip. Hermione gave him a grateful smile and Leo barely batted an eyelash at the action, automatically folding his arms around Oliver's neck.
"Aye, ye are," Oliver confirmed, his mouth twitching at the way Leo's mouth tugged at the corners, fighting a smile. "Yer gonna be a part af the family an' there's a lot af us, so a hope yer've a good memory tae keep up with ev'ryone."
"Who?" Leo asked curiously, his brow furrowing in concentration.
"Well, there's me parents, an' am not sure if ye remember them from the League Final. "
"There's Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and their children," Hermione took over. "Of course, you already know Fred and George quite well, but they have three older brothers. Bill's the eldest and he's married to Fleur. She's pregnant... She's got a baby in her tummy," she corrected, seeing his slightly confused expression. "She's really nice and she's French so she has a funny accent. Fred and George always make fun of her so she hexes them and they run away." Leo laughed. "Charlie lives in Romania as he's a Dragon Tamer." Leo's eyes widened in awe. "He visits all the time, he's really kind and he's like a giant teddy bear. And there's Percy. He's really clever and everyone teases him. He's married to Audrey and she's really nice, too."
"That's a lot of people," he muttered, looking uncomfortable, Leo being the only one present to not notice that she hadn't mentioned Ron, Harry or Ginny.
"It is," she agreed. "I know met them at the wedding but that wasn't long enough for you to get to know them. We have dinner together every Sunday and there's always laughter, pranks, food being thrown and people sneaking Quaffle food when I tell them not to because he's going to get fat."
"Anyway," Oliver drew his attention, "What d'ye say ye go an' get yer things an' then we can leave," he suggested.
Leo nodded enthusiastically and after Oliver set him back on his feet, the little boy was quick to dart from the room, Georgia having to scramble to keep up with him.
"During his time, I have never heard him speak," Mrs. Tripp remarked.
"That doesn't surprise me," replied Hermione. "When I first met Leo, he was incredibly shy and didn't feel comfortable talking to anyone, but after a couple of months, he was helping me at the counter and speaking with customers."
"I think Leo has a bright future ahead of him," she commented, giving Hermione a kind smile.
Their eyes were drawn to the figure that stepped through the door, his dark hair shaggy and falling into his dark eyes, his eyebrows thick, his lips red and thin, and his nose straight and pointed. He looked no older than mid-twenties, his slightly muscled physique showcased by the tight shirt that was tucked into his trousers, the first two buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"Oh, Michael," greeted the older woman. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Wood, they are Leo's legal guardians. Mr. and Mrs. Wood, this is Michael Logan, Leo's caseworker"
His dark eyes gave Oliver the once over before they locked on Hermione, seeing her sporting black high-waisted skinny jeans, black heeled knee-high boots and a cashmere grey jumper.
He approaching, shaking Oliver's hand before moving to shake Hermione's, Oliver's eyes narrowing when he held on longer than what was considered appropriate.
"Why are they here now? Leo was brought here two weeks ago," he questioned the womanly.
Oliver felt Hermione bristle beside him and she tore her hand away from Logan's, her expression morphing into one of annoyance and disapproval at the insinuation behind his words. She wasn't an idiot; she could read between the lines. He thought he was being subtle, when rather, he was an idiot for he'd just ended up on Hermione's shit list. Oliver couldn't keep his mouth from twitching into a smirk.
"We have been out of the country the last two weeks due to our jobs. We arrived home this morning and it was but an hour ago we were informed of the circumstances which have befallen Leo, and once we did, we came straight here," Hermione responded, her tone belying her anger.
"And does your work require you to travel frequently?" He arched an eyebrow, slipping his hands into his pockets, his expression one of challenge.
"No, it does not," she pursed her lips. "During the months of July and August are when we are most likely to travel, given that it is game season, but it is never more than four required trips. However, this year the league is wishing to try their hand at something new and as a trial run, international matches have been arranged between teams during training season, in order to build relationships and in hopes of raising money for the chosen charities of each team. I understand that there is some concern in which Leo might be neglected for our busy work schedules, but we would never allow that to happen. In addition, we have much support should we require it."
"Such as?" He probed.
Hermione understood that it was his job to ensure Leo received the best care possible, but did he have to be such an arse about it? She really didn't like him. There was something about him that made her skin crawl. He was just so... Arrogant? Annoying? Punchable. That was the word. He was just so punchable.
She folded her arms over her chest. "I understand that you are only looking out for Leo's best interests, however, I feel I must remind you that we are not fostering Leo. He is not a ward of the state and therefore he is not legally under your care. The wavering of parental rights and transfer of guardianship was done legally and within the laws at the Ministry, before Ms. Harrison took her life, we were simply made aware of the change after her body was discovered and we returned home from our travels. From my understanding, we are on record as being Leo's guardians and you cannot stop us from leaving, not unless you have concerns about his well-being," said Hermione, staring him down. Oliver snorted from beside her, his arm slipped around her waist, hand splaying against her stomach.
"But, despite that, I will answer your questions so all of our bases have been covered," she continued, leaning into her husband. "To clarify, should we need it, we will have the support of our friends and family. My husband and I do have busy work schedules, given our careers," she admitted. "As such, Leo might join us for the day at the stadium. Coach Burton and the team adore him and given that he's spent much time at the stadium with me, he's grown to be comfortable with them. I have a private office and I know there is a play area for when children visit their parents or there are field trips. He will never be bored."
"If he doesn't wish to be at the stadium, he will be able to spend the day with my brothers at their shop, a place where Leo feels safe and comfortable. If he doesn't wish to do that, he might spend the day with my sister-in-law, Fleur, who has taken time away from her own career as she is pregnant. In addition, there is Oliver's parents and Molly Weasley who would be happy to have a little boy to dote on. If we are required to travel, he may accompany us and if he doesn't wish to, he can visit with any of who I just mentioned. As such, Leo will have the opportunity to be culturally educated and he will see and experience things most children his age won't."
"I assure you, Mr. Logan, Leo is at the top of my list of priorities and should it be required, I will work from home. Regardless, Leo will never be alone or without supervision and he will never be made to feel like an outcast. Is that answer sufficient enough for you?"
Oliver bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the dumbfounded expression on Logan's face. Kingsley didn't both to hide his chuckle and Mrs. Tripp his a smile behind her hand.
Fast footfall approached and soon Leo appeared, rushing into the office, around Logan and straight to Hermione. She was ready for him this time and when he threw himself at her, she caught him, giving the smiling child a smile before Oliver took him from her, setting him on his hip.
"Now, if you would be so kind, we would like to take Leo home. It is clear he hasn't been eating or sleeping and I wish to rectify that. Are you accompanying us, Mr. Logan?" He silently nodded, summoning a file from the filing cabinet. "Kingsley?" She questioned, looking to him.
"No, I will stay behind and ensure all paperwork if completed and filed correctly, save you from having to it. It's just a formality anyway," he answered.
Nodding, she gave him a smile of thanks before accepting the carry on case that was handed to her. Hermione's brow furrowed at she looked down at the small and weightless case; she'd known he'd had little possessions but she'd assumed he'd have more than what would fit in the tiny case.
Oliver's gaze darted between Hermione and the case in concern and he reached out to take it from her, having his hand slapped away for his troubles. She gave him an unimpressed glance and Kingsley chuckled at the silent exchange. Sighing, Oliver stepped into the fireplace, ensuring Leo's face was buried against him to prevent him from getting soot in his eyes. Hermione followed, her hand encircling Logan's wrist.
"The security wards will deny you access unless we are in physical contact," Hermione explained to his questioning gaze. Turning her eyes to the kind older woman, she asked, "Mrs. Tripp, how many children do you currently have residing in the premises?"
"One hundred and seven," she answered.
"And you facilities?" Hermione pressed.
"They are not the best considering the circumstances but we get by," she confessed.
"Expect a visit from myself and my husband in a few weeks time. Don't tell the children, it'll be a surprise."
~000~000~000~
Wood Apartment
The moment they stepped out of the fireplace, Logan's eyes widened in surprise and Oliver chuckled as he set Leo on the ground, the child spinning in circles, taking it all in.
"You live here?" Leo squeaked excitedly.
"Naw, we live here," Oliver corrected. "This is yer home now. Look," he gestured to the photographs lining the walls, Leo gasping in surprise when he saw that he was in several of them.
"You put my picture on the wall with your family?"
"Of course, we did, you're family," Hermione replied, Leo beaming a smile.
The sound of their voices drew the attention of Quaffle, the dog bounding down the corridor and into view, barking and yipping as he skidded to a stop along the marble floor. He ignored Hermione and Oliver's presence and headed straight to Leo, jumping up at him and licking his face, the little boy laughing loudly. Hermione and Oliver gravitated towards each other, with her pulled into his side as they smiled at the sight.
"You have a dog?" He questioned.
Hermione's eyes snapped to him, narrowing slightly.
"Evidently," she deadpanned. "We also have an owl and a tank of goldfish," she gestured behind her with a lazy wave of her hand. "As you can see, Leo is in no danger. Our dog is harmless and he adores children, he and Leo get on like a house and fire when they're together. This isn't their first meeting and neither is Leo allergic to him or our other pets. There is no need for concern."
"Leo," Thompson greeted cheerfully as he approached from the left corridor, looking surprised at his presence and sending Hermione and Oliver a concerned glance, knowing they'd explain later in the day.
"Thompson," the little boy beamed, managing to fight off Quaffle's attack of kisses and he bumped his fist against Thompson's when the older wizard held his own out towards him.
"Well, let's show you to your room," said Hermione, taking the little boy's hand in hers and leading him down the right side corridor, being followed by Oliver, Logan and Quaffle at Leo's side. "This room is only temporary as we need to decorate your room before we move you in, so don't mind the colour."
"I get my own room? And I get to decorate it how I want?" He asked excitedly, his eyes wide.
"Yes, however you like," she promised, pushing the door open.
"Whoa!" Leo whispered in awe, releasing Hermione's hand and stepping inside, again spinning in slow circles, taking it all in.
Smiling, Hermione stepped into the room and set the carry on case by the foot of the bed before she drew the blankets back and fluffed the pillows. When she gestured for Leo to climb onto the bed, he struggled to do so giving the size and she made a mental note to find a little step he might use to help him. With a flick of her wand, she removed his shoes and transfigured his jeans into pyjama bottoms.
"I want you to have a nap whilst I make you a late lunch. I know you haven't been eating or sleeping and that is going to change, young man," she scolded softly.
"You're so bossy," Leo mumbled.
Oliver snorted. "Yer've no idea. Ye'll have tae get used tae it, she's always been bossy an' tha's never gonna change."
"You should try working with her," Thompson injected, popping his head around the door frame.
"An' living with her," added Oliver.
Hermione stuck her tongue out at them both and turned her eyes back to the giggling child.
"Now, lie down and go to sleep," she instructed.
"I'm not even tired," he grumbled.
"Then lie down and I'll sing you a song."
"What kind of song?"
"One my mum used to sing to me when I had bad dreams. Although her singing was awful, that's what gave me bad dreams. So, lie down."
He pouted but he did lie down, shuffling beneath the blanket whilst Oliver crossed over to the window and closed the curtains. Once done, he lifted Quaffle onto the bed, the dog moving to curl up beside Leo and he slipped his arm over him, pressing his face against his fur.
Smiling at the sight, Hermione cleared her thought before opening her mouth, her voice soft and soothing as she sang, "Smile though your heart is aching, smile even though it's breaking. When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by, if you smile through your fear and sorrow. Smile and maybe tomorrow, you'll see the sun come shining through for you. Light up your face with gladness, hide every trace of sadness. Although a tear may be ever so near. That's the time you must keep on trying, smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile if you just smile. That's the time you must keep on trying, smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile."
Coming to the end, Leo's breathing was even and relaxed, his eyes closed and his mouth parted slightly as he slept. Leaning over, she pushed his hair back from his face and then pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Watch over him, Quaffle, he's in a lot of pain," she said to the dog before running her hand through his fur and pressing a kiss to his head, the dog nodding in understanding.
Standing from the side of the bed, she shifted the blanket higher over Leo's sleeping form before taking her leave and closing the door behind her.
"Minister Shacklebolt already conducted an environment check to ensure the apartment is safe and suitable for Leo's needs. As you saw, he has his own bedroom. This one is only temporary as we wish him to be near to our room should he need us. When we feel he is doing much better, he will switch rooms. There are five bedrooms in total, so it's not as if he has a lack of choice. There are also three bathrooms, one being our en-suite, the other adjacent to Leo's temporary room and there is another bathroom on the other side of the apartment."
"And those?" He questioned with a tip of his head, one hand in his pocket, the other grasping the file.
"Behind you are the library and my potions lab."
"A potions lab, you say?"
Hermione really wanted to punch him.
"Yes, my potions lab. I often work on product design and development for my brothers' business."
"A potions lab contains dangerous substances, does it not?" He asked lightly.
"Yes, it does," she agreed, "And that is why it's warded. Only I have access to it. I don't wish to risk my dog wandering in and knocking something over by accident, or potentially eating something he shouldn't. Neither do I wish for Oliver to accidentally injure himself should he snoop through my ingredients cabinets, or try to sneak a peek on my latest invention. Leo will not be allowed access to my lab until I deem it safe and appropriate and even still, he will be supervised at all times. I am not an idiot, Mr. Logan, and I would appreciate it if you didn't treat me as such," she chastised, Oliver and Thompson sniggering. "Now, I'm certain you saw that the apartment has plenty of windows and natural light, it has access to running water and the temperature is magically controlled, as expected. I suppose you wish to see the kitchen?"
She didn't wait for him to answer and turned on her heel, leading the way down the corridor and towards the living room.
"And who are you?" Logan asked Thompson.
"I'm Grady Thompson, Oliver's teammate."
"And you are here, why?"
"Nosey, aren't you?" Thompson arched an eyebrow, giving him an unimpressed stare, spying Hermione's mouth twitching from the corner of his eye.
"I need to know how many occupants there are and who they are," he replied cooly.
Thompson halted in his steps and the others followed suit.
"You know, I don't even know what's going on here, but given the state of the little man and his presence, I can only assume it's not good," said Thompson, stealing a glance over his shoulder and towards the bedroom that housed the little boy. "Anyway, I'm not a resident, not really. Hermione and Oliver have been kind enough to let me to stay with them until the end of the month, which is when the renovations on my apartment will be complete, and then I'll be out of their hair."
"Please, yer only a couple af floors doon, we'll never be rid af ye," Oliver scoffed.
Thompson grinned, not bothering to deny it.
"Well, I am going to miss Hermione's cooking," he shrugged. "Anyway, I promised Katie I'd steal her away from her work today after we got back, so I better head out." Turning to Logan, he said, "Don't be a dick."
Oliver covered his laugh with a cough, Hermione hid her smile by turning her head and scratching her nose and Logan's eyes widened in both surprise and indignation.
"Like a said, I haven't got a clue what's going on but whatever it is, I know Hermione and Oliver love that kid and I know they'd give everything they have to keep him safe. Hermione's one of the kindest, greatest people I've ever met. She spends her days controlling fourteen grown-ass men who act like children ninety percent of the time, and if she can do that without breaking a sweat or losing her rag, then looking after that child will be a breeze for her." Not giving him the chance to respond, he turned to Hermione. "I'm spending the night at Katie's."
"A bet ye are," Oliver replied, his mouth tugging into a smirk.
"Oh, shut up," Thompson sighed. "If anything changes, I'll you know. I said I'd take her out to breakfast before she goes to work in the morning, and then I'm visiting my Gran, so I won't be back until after lunch."
"Okay, have fun," Hermione smiled.
"Use protection!" Oliver called after him as he headed for the fireplace.
"The whole point of the Law is to get pregnant in order to increase the population," Hermione pointed out.
"Oh, yer right," Oliver nodded. "Don' use protection!" He corrected.
"Oh, fuck off," Thompson scowled, disappearing into the flames as Hermione laughed and Oliver grinned.
Giving her head a shake, she smacked Oliver on the arm with the back of her hand before continuing towards the kitchen.
"Does he always use such language?"
"He's a professional athlete, what else is he going to cry when he's smacked in the face with a bludger? Son of a biscuit? Mother sucker? Fudge nuggets? Doesn't really have the same ring to it, does it?" Said Hermione, rolling her eyes. "He's a grown man, and whilst I can and do tell him what to do when at work, I don't make it a habit of doing so out of work hours, and neither do I tell him what he can and can't say. As for the language, no, he doesn't often use it, his teammates are much worse but they know when to sensor their language and they've never said anything inappropriate when Leo's been nearby. And if you don't stop nit-picking, I swear, I'm kicking you out of here on your arse. We did this as a courtesy; the Minister has already completed the required checks and can overrule you should he need to. And as I said before, we are already his legal guardians and unless you have concerns about his well-being, you have no authority over him or us. I only allowed you here to give you peace of mind. Now sit down or leave."
She stopped by the kitchen table, staring him down and much to her amusement, he cautiously took a seat. Seeing this, she and Oliver took the chairs opposite him.
"You know we are physically capable of caring for Leo, you can see he has a more than adequate environment to grow in, he will be surrounded by people that will love and protect him, namely our family and Oliver's teammates. I imagine you wish to ensure that we are financially able to support Leo," Hermione stated knowingly. "Well, given Oliver's profession, one that is known to pay exceptionally well, my own career in which I am also paid handsomely and our choice of residence, which you can see cost a hefty sum, we are more than capable and willing to provide Leo with anything he needs. But if that's not enough..."
She drew her wand from beneath her sleeve and summoned a sheet of parchment, unfolding it to ensure it was the one she needed and then she pushed it towards Logan.
He reached for it, drawing his eyes from her and to it, his eyes widening comically as he choked on his own tongue. Amused, Oliver summoned a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water, it settling beside the stunned social worker.
"As you can see, that is our most recent statement from our joint Gringotts account, and whilst it doesn't include a list of assets, it does state the estimated net worth of them, as well as the exact amount in galleons, sickles and knuts."
"There's over five million..." Logan spluttered, the parchment falling from his fingers and to the table.
"As I said, that is our most recent Gringotts statement. Oliver and I both have our own fortunes but after we married, we decided to combine them and put it into a joint account."
"An' tha' is our own personal vault," Oliver added. "It does not include the net worth or deeds tae any properties, an' neither does it include the Wood assets tha' will pass tae us upon the passing af me parents, along with the title af Lord an' Lady Wood."
"Properties?" Logan wheezed, his eyes watering from his coughing fit before he finally reached for the glass of water.
"Aye, yer sitting in one right now. We don' just own the apartment, we own the entire complex."
"Merlin," Logan muttered.
"You may keep that," said Hermione, "As evidence."
Standing from the table, she crossed over to the fridge, pulling free the vegetables and setting them on the counter. After filling her largest pan with water and setting it to boil, she removed a frozen chicken from the freezer and cast the appropriate charms so it might defrost quickly and then she set to work chopping the vegetables.
Clearing his throat, Logan said, "You are making lunch for Leo?"
"Yes, chicken stew with dumplings. The moment I saw him I noticed he'd lost weight, as so, this will be light on his stomach but also filling, not to mention, it's a great way of getting vegetables into a nine-year-olds' diet. He's a fussy eater but he'll eat anything that has gravy and potatoes so it's a win-win."
"And you know this, how?"
"I've spent quite a bit of time with Leo. We first met, he was too shy to speak and after two months, his confidence improved to the point where he was helping me work the counter at my brothers' shop and speaking with customers. When I joined Puddlemere, Leo attended a number of matches, which is why he's so comfortable and familiar with Thompson and the others."
"Leo knows that he's safe with me. He knows I'll protect him and keep him safe. He knows I only want what's best for him and because of that, he trusts me. You don't know Leo as I do. You met but two weeks ago and from what I've been told, he hasn't spoken a single word to anyone until he saw me and Oliver. No one is better suited to caring for Leo than us, no one knows him as we do, certainly not you."
"You know him best?" He challenged.
"Yes."
"And your proof?"
Hermione paused in her chopping of the carrots, put her knife aside and turned her back to the counter, looking to him.
"I know that Leo is terrified of cockroaches and spiders. He enjoyed visiting Muggle London when we took him to purchase a suit for our wedding and he wishes to visit again. His favourite colour is navy blue, his favourite domestic animal is a dog and his favourite wild animal is a lion. His favourite book is the Tales of Beadle and the Bard and he loves Quidditch. He loves bacon almost as much as the twins..." Oliver snorted, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. "You should've been there for the argument he and the twins had in the middle of the shop. Seriously, arguing over who loves bacon more," she shook her head fondly. "He doesn't know how to fly a broom and his favourite dessert is chocolate ice cream. He wants to learn how to ride a muggle bicycle and he's always wanted his own pet, which is why he's so taken with Quaffle." Hermione shrugged her shoulders, Oliver's mouth twitching into a smile at the sight of Logan's surprised expression. "All of that, it's the culmination of knowing that little boy for months. You've known him two weeks at most and you have to divide your time between other children that are assigned to you. But when Leo is with me, he has my undivided attention... Now, is that all? Environment check, financial check, criminal background check, physical and psychological capability, surely that's everything."
Logan leafed through the file in his hand, slipping the Gringotts statement in with the other documents.
"I believe so. In three months time, a welfare check will be conducted so we might enquire about Leo's health and well-being.
"Well, we should probably tell ye," began Oliver, Logan snapping his eyes to him. "We have ev'ry intention af adopting Leo, officially. Af course, we'll wait until we believe he's ready an' we'll ask fer his permission tae do so. We don' want tae force him, it will be his decision."
Hermione crossed over to the table, stopping behind Oliver's chair and setting her hands on his shoulders.
"With Oliver and I as his carers, Leo has opportunities in life most wouldn't be able to dream of. I received twelve NEWTs at O level, I can teach Leo how to make PolyJuice potion at the age of nine and Draught of the Living Death and Wolfsbane Potion at the age of ten. I will prepare him for when the time comes for him to attend Hogwarts, he will be one of the most advanced students Hogwarts has seen. And you can be damn sure that I'll teach him how to defend himself and others. As well as Hogwarts' mandatory lessons, I have every intention of teaching him basic English, Muggle Sciences and Mathematics. He'll be given the best pre-Hogwarts education a child can receive."
After the signing of some documents to confirm that all checks had been conducted by the caseworker and an in-depth discussion had been had about Leo's needs, Logan finally took his leave.
"Good riddance," Hermione grumbled, hearing the flames die down in the fireplace. "What the hell was his probable?" She asked aloud, her attention once more on chopping the remainder of the vegetables before she added them to the boiling pan. "It was as if he was going out of his way to make it appear as though we would be unsuitable for caring for Leo."
"Err, actually, a think it had more tae do with mae than it did ye."
She set the knife aside and turned around. "What's that supposed to mean?" She questioned slowly, her brow furrowing.
"When we met him at the orphanage, a thought he looked familiar but a couldn't place him. It wisnae until we got home tha' a realised a knew him."
"What did you do?" She asked knowingly, her hands coming up to settle on her hips.
He gave her a sheepish expression as he stood from his chair and slowly crossed over to her.
"Ye see, a might've slept with his sister in Hogwarts... An' his ex-girlfriend... An' a think a might've shagged his cousin as well," he said sheepishly.
Hermione felt her eyes widen and her mouth drop open.
"Bloody hell, Wood!" She exclaimed. "Keep it in your damn robes!"
She smacked him with the tea towel, Oliver chuckling as he took his from her and set it on the counter before his hands moved to her hips and he lift her, perching her on the edge of the counter as he stepped between her parted knees.
He stared down at her unhappy expression, his mouth twitching into a smirk. "But if a did tha', there wouldn't be a baby growing inside ye," he replied, his hand slipping to her stomach, burrowing beneath the layers of fabric to splay against her warm skin. Her expression softened and he lowered his head, his mouth pressing a kiss against hers. "An' now tha' we know it's possible, when the little one's born a'll put another baby in ye," he muttered, his mouth brushing hers with every word he spoke. "Give the lad a baby brother tae play with, seeing as Leo will be almost a decade older than them."
"It could be a girl," she argued. "And who's to say I want another baby after this one? We'll have more than enough on our plates, why add to it?"
His mouth twitched. "Sparrow, a've ev'ry intention af curing the population issue with us alone."
"Is that so?"
"Hmmm," he hummed, his face burying in her neck, his mouth placing soft kisses against her skin, a sigh falling from her lips as she tipped her head to give him better access. "We'll have so many kids we'll set a record an' they'll take over the world."
Her hands slipped up to his shoulders and her legs hooked over the back of his, tugging him closer.
"You know, now that we have Leo, we won't be able to have spontaneous balcony, couch or kitchen table sex without the risk of being caught," she commented.
He groaned. "Don' say tha', it'll make me wanna change me mind aboot adopting him."
She snorted. "You love that child and you know it. I know you'd rather have him in your life than couch sex."
"Debatable," he grumbled. She smacked him on the arm. "Alright, yer right," he admitted. "But we'll have tae remember tae cast the Silencing an' Locking Charms from now on, an' a'd better stop wandering 'round half-naked."
"Oh, now I want to change my mind," she grumbled.
He chuckled. "Come now, we both know ye love tha' child an' ye'd rather have him in yer life than mae walking 'round half-naked."
"I suppose," she agreed. "Though, it is such a lovely view."
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her pulse point and then drawing back when her stomach gave a grumble of hunger.
"Well, I don't expect him to be awake for some time yet and given the hour, I'd say we're having the stew for dinner, instead. What do you think? Family dinner?"
"It's best tae get it oot af the way so we can help Leo transition intae his new life," he agreed.
Hermione nodded. "Well, I suppose I better increase the amount of food I'm cooking. I'll whip up some sandwiches to tie us over."
He helped her down from the counter and Hermione was quick in the making and eating of the sandwiches.
"I best run a few errands, I'm going to need more potatoes, at least. Will you keep an eye on Leo?"
"A doubt he's gonna wake, the poor kid looked exhausted," Oliver replied. "Are ye gonna be okay on yer own?" His eyes darted to her stomach in concern.
"I'll be fine," she assured him. "I shouldn't be too long."
After retrieving her coat and beaded bag, she drew her wand, conjuring her Patronus.
"Family meeting tonight. I expect everyone at our apartment for dinner. Can someone get a hold of Charlie? Tell him if he doesn't come tonight, I'll drag him kicking and screaming."
She sent the Patronus to deliver her message and after pressing a kiss to a snorting Oliver's cheek, she took her leave.
~000~000~000~
Hermione floo'd into Diagon Alley and visited Gringotts, removing a pouch of galleons before having it changed into muggle currency for later use, but before she did, there were a few items she required from the magical town.
After a trip to Madam Malkin's to purchase some robes for Leo and discuss a business deal, she visited Flourish and Blotts, purchasing a number of children's books to be delivered to the apartment. She was sure to make an appearance at WWW, checking that the twins would be attending dinner and promising that everything would be explained later, something that didn't placate them.
After purchasing a few items of food, she crossed into Muggle London, purchasing some clothing for Leo, a selection of board games and children's DVD's as well as some muggle children's books. With everything stowed away, she'd dashed into the supermarket, filling her trolley with potatoes, fruit, vegetables and yoghurts, and she made her way to the checkout, grabbing a few more items along the way. And before she returned to the apartment, she'd been sure to purchase some baby monitors and the correct sized batteries.
"Did ye get ev'rything ye wanted?" Oliver asked as she took a seat beside him on the couch, putting his playbook aside.
"For now," she nodded, summoning all of her purchases from her beaded bag and having them back themselves away.
"What're those?" Oliver asked, gesturing to the two boxes that sat on the table.
"Baby monitors, quite self-explanatory. We place one in Leo's room and the other in our room, and if he has a nightmare, we'll hear it."
"Muggles are geniuses," he commented, impressed. Hermione smiled tiredly. "Ye should have a nap."
"I'm okay," she waved him off. "Besides, I haven't finished with the stew, let alone started on the dumplings."
"Sparrow, yer exhausted, it's been a trying day an' yer hormones are all over the place, ye should rest."
"Fine," she reluctantly agreed. "But don't allow me to sleep for too long, I still have to finish dinner."
Agreeing, Oliver pressed a kiss to her forehead, sending her on her way. Before she reached her room, she peeked inside Leo's to check on him, seeing both him and Quaffle being out for the count. Smiling, she set the baby monitor on the bedside table before heading to her bed so she might have a lie-down.
~000~000~000~
Hours had passed and it had already grown dark outside despite the hour. Leo had yet to wake and Hermione didn't wish to wake him, not when she knew he was exhausted and he was finally in a place where he felt safe enough to let down his guard.
"Why was a family meeting called?" Bill asked, looking to Hermione for answers.
Everyone had arrived and gathered in the living area, with Charlie being the last to step through the floo not five minutes ago.
"And why did I have to floo all the way from Romania?" Charlie questioned, giving her a faux annoyed glance.
Oliver and Hermione looked at each other, before she said, "We have some news we wish to discuss with you."
"News?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"First of all, you all remember Leo, yes? Well, when we arrived home this afternoon, Kingsley was here waiting for us. Whilst we were away, two weeks ago a woman named Maggie Harrison was found dead." The twins' eyes widened. "Maggie was Leo's mother," she elaborated for the others, feeling her eyes tearing up and hearing the gasps of the other women present.
"Their investigation has led them tae the conclusion tha' she took her own life," Oliver continued, rubbing his thumb over the back of Hermione's hand soothingly when he felt her grip tighten. "Her last wish was tha' Hermione an' I be responsible fer Leo, an' she made us his legal guardians befere her death."
"Leo..." She took a deep breath. "Leo has no living relatives. As you might have now figured out, he's here with us but he's currently sleeping. I'm hoping that he'll wake before we serve dinner so that he might get to meet you properly. He's very shy and we wish to make this transition as easy as possible for him. Leo is family now."
"And that's the way he will be treated," Mrs. Weasley stated softly. "The poor dear must be so confused," she sighed sadly.
"We were unaware of the circumstance and once we discovered the news and that he'd been placed in an orphanage for the last two weeks, we collected him and brought home. We wish to officially adopt Leo but we know we'll have to wait until the time is right before we bring it up in discussion with him."
"We'll help in any way we can," vowed Oliver's mother and others nodded in agreement. "Particularly with yer busy work schedules."
"Yes, anything for our Grandson," Mrs. Weasley nodded. Hermione felt her throat tighten. "I'm a Grandmother," she cried happily and they chuckled at her.
"You're already a Grandmother," Bill pointed out in amusement, gesturing to his wife's swollen stomach.
"That doesn't count, Fleur's pregnant, I can't do anything until after the baby's born," she argued.
"And we can't be Uncles and turn our niece against you until after she's born" Fred added and they snorted, unsurprised by his comment.
"Leo's already comfortable around us, so if you need any help, just let us know," George offered and Hermione and Oliver smiled gratefully.
Their eyes found each other's and they leaned closer, a whispered conversation passing between them.
"A think we should tell them aboot the baby," said Oliver.
Hermione nibbled at her lip. "I don't know. It's considered bad luck to break the news before the twelve week mark. There's still plenty that could go wrong and I don't want to jinx it."
"Nothing will go wrong."
"You don't know that," she sighed. "I'm frightened. I don't want to lose the baby."
"Ye won't," he promised.
"That isn't a promise you can keep."
"We should tell them," he repeated. "Dinnae Bill an' Fleur announce their pregnancy early?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"An' they've had naw issues."
"Fleur doesn't have the history I have," she argued. "Her body didn't suffer as mine did."
"Sparrow, a honestly believe ye'll both be fine. Don' ask mae hoo, but a can feel it. We have tae be careful with yer health an' we've jus' taken on a nine-year-old child. We might be relying on them more than we'd like tae or more than we realise, at least until after the baby's born. We need tae keep yer stress levels doon an' anno hoo excited ye are tae share the news with Fleur."
Hermione nibbled at her lip. He was right. She was dying to tell Fleur.
"We know they won't blab tae anyone," he pointed out.
"What are you two whispering about?" Charlie asked loudly, a smirk playing at his mouth, as if he knew they were privately speaking about something embarrassing and she'd get embarrassed by answering the question.
All eyes turned to her expectantly and she sent a glare to Charlie who winked in response. Oliver squeezed her hand, a smile tugging at his mouth.
"We've got another other bit af news. "We were gonna wait tae tell ye but we're tae excited an' a don' think we'd be able tae keep it from yer fer much longer."
"What is it?" George asked, arching an eyebrow as Oliver's smile suddenly grew wider.
Hermione took a breath, feeling Oliver's hand squeezing hers and she silently prayed that nothing bad happened to the baby for revealing the news so soon.
"I'm pregnant."
"I'm sorry. What?" Bill blinked dumbly.
"I'm pregnant," she repeated, feeling her own smile pull at her face, Oliver's beaming grin being infectious.
It was quiet until Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Wood simultaneous sprang from their seats and cried, almost as if they'd planned it. They crossed over to Hermione, tugging her to her feet and hugging her against them. When she was finally set free, Fleur was next in line, hugging her as tightly and closely as her swollen stomach allowed as tears fell from her eyes, setting off Hermione's. Audrey took her place, beaming a smile and congratulating her, and then she was passed around the men as Oliver was hugged and patted on the back.
"You've given me two Grandbabies in ten minutes," cried Mrs. Weasley, laughter ringing out as she wiped her happy tears away.
"Fleur, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind finding me as many books as possible on wizarding pregnancies. I did purchase a couple when we were in Brazil but they're not in English. I would do it myself but then..."
"And zen ze press would get wind and zey wouldn't leave you alone. I understand, Cherie, I was planning to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, I will get zem for you zen."
"Our son'll have a big brother," Oliver grinned.
"It could be a girl," Hermione argued for the umpteenth time in as little as a week.
"It'll be a boy," Mr. Wood interrupted, amused. "Fer as long as a can remember, Woods have only had males an' only one child per generation. But, a suppose yer've already broken tha' tradition by bringing Leo intae the family. Perhaps it is a girl," he mused with a thoughtful frown.
"It's a boy," Oliver protested and they laughed at him.
"What's a boy?" A shy voice cut through the laughter, silence falling as all eyes moved towards the corridor, Leo shuffling on his feet nervously, his fingers twisting into the hem of his t-shirt whilst Quaffle was by his side, the dog damn near being bigger than him. He certainly was when stood on his hind legs.
Hermione offered a smile, holding her hand out towards him. "Leo, come here, there are some people I want you to meet." Although it was clear he was uncomfortable, he crossed over to her, Hermione settling her hands on his shoulders as he stood before her, facing everyone. "This is your family, Leo. I'm not sure if you remember them, so we'll just assume you don't. That is Percy and Audrey," she gestured and they smiled at him. "That is Charlie."
"The Dragon Tamer?" Leo asked shyly.
Charlie beamed and crouched down before him. "That's me, you like dragons?" He questioned. Leo nodded. "I think you're my favourite nephew." They chuckled at him as he rose to his feet, ruffled Leo's hair affectionately and then stepped back.
"He's yer only nephew," Oliver rolled his eyes, snorting.
"This is Bill and Fleur," Hermione introduced.
"She hexes the twins for making fun of her," Leo remembered and they laughed at him.
"Yes, I do, and zey deserve it," Fleur replied, scowling at the twins.
"It's about time I had a nephew, and soon, you'll have a cousin," said Bill, placing his hand on his wife's swollen stomach lovingly. "We're having a little girl and her birthday will be in February"
"What's her name?" Leo asked shyly.
"Her name is Victorie," Bill replied. "You're going to be a good big cousin and help look after her, right?" Leo nodded. "I thought so, family look after each other."
"You already know Fred and George."
"Mr. Weasleys," he greeted quietly.
"Oh, no need to be so formal, call us Uncle Fred and Uncle George. And we are at your service," George bowed dramatically, his twin mimicking him.
"And since you're our favourite nephew, we are going to tell you a secret," Fred whispered conspiratorially. "We're going to tell you how to tell us apart."
"It's really easy, actually" George agreed, nodding.
"You see, George is George -"
"- And Fred is Fred."
Leo blinked in confusion before laughter fell from him, the twins sending winks to Hermione and Oliver when they smiled gratefully.
"Those are Oliver's parents," Hermione introduced.
"Gran an' Granddad," his mother suggested with teary eyes.
"And finally, we have Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."
Mrs. Weasley looked as though she was doing everything possible in order to prevent herself from rushing forward and crushing him into a hug.
"I've never had Grandparents before," Leo's brow furrowed.
"But now you have four," Mr Weasley said kindly.
"Leo, would you mind if Mrs. Weasley hugged you?" Hermione asked and he looked up at her nervously. "She looks like she's about to burst," she added, sniggering sounding around them.
Leo took a slow, cautious step forward and Mrs. Weasley took that as permission as she reached out, sweeping the young child into a hug, knocking the breath out of him. Hermione observed he appeared to have frozen, his body stiff and unresponsive, but then he seemed to relax, his arms lifting to hug her back.
"You can call me Grandma," she said tearfully and they chuckled.
"Molly, you're suffocating my Grandson," her husband chuckled fondly and she quickly released him.
"Sorry, Dear," she apologised sheepishly.
Taking his hand in hers, Hermione led Leo toward the kitchen where the table was lengthened and more chairs were conjured to better accommodate the large group. When dinner was served, conversation flowed easily, Hermione watching as Leo observed those around him cautiously but curiously.
"I don't like vegetables," Leo protested once Hermione had asked him to eat something.
"You'll like these vegetables, I promise."
"No, I won't," he argued.
"We'll make a deal, if you like vegetables... You have to wear underpants on your head."
"And if I don't?" He challenged, chuckles and sniggers sounding as they stared each other down.
"If you don't, you can have extra chocolate ice cream for dessert and I'll let the twins prank me without retaliation."
"Deal," he agreed, slipping his hand into hers and shaking on it. He then reached for his spoon, dipping it into the hot dish and slipping it into his, quickly eating it. "Okay, fine," he huffed. "They're okay," he admitted.
"Thank you, but you still have to wear underpants on your head," Hermione told him, summoning a clean pair from his bedroom and slipping them on his head.
As laughter rang out, Oliver couldn't resist summoning his camera and snapping a photo, Leo's expression morphing from a sulky pout to a laughing smile.
When dinner had been eaten and dessert was served, Hermione gave Leo double helpings of chocolate ice cream
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Wood Apartment - Friday 20th November 1998
In the early hours of the morning, Hermione was woken by cries bleeding through the speaker of the baby monitor and she was quick to hop out of bed and go to him. When she pushed the door open, Quaffle was lying at the end of the bed whimpering and Leo was curled up in a ball, crying. Her heart broke and she climbed on the bed, Leo uncurling his body and throwing himself at her, hugging her tightly as his tears wet her skin.
"Why did she kill herself?" Leo sobbed.
Hermione froze, her throat tight. "How do you she killed herself?"
"I heard the Aurors talking about it. Did she not love me?"
"Leo, your mum loved you very much, of that, I can promise you," she began softly, one hand rubbing over his back and the other holding her against him. "But she wasn't very well and instead of getting the help she needed, she chose to do things on her own. She didn't want people nosing around in her life and I don't blame her. The war was hard on all of us, some more than others and some people can't cope now that it's over."
"You did."
"Yes, but I had help from my family. I struggled after the war, I had terrible nightmares and I often woke people with my crying. I had them for years, but they only stopped recently. They stopped because I have Oliver and my family and they showed me that life is worth living. It's worth seeing what would become of the Wizarding World after we won the war. They showed me that I have a future and you're a part of that. Your mum loved you so much that before she died, she gave you to me and Oliver. She gave you to us because she knew that we love you and that you will be safe with us. We can give you a family that will care for you and we are both physically and financially able to look after you."
Silence fell around them until he gave a sniffle, whispering,
"I love you, Hermione."
Her heart melted.
"I love you, too," she pressed a tender kiss to his forehead and helped him to settle beneath the covers.
"Will you read to me?"
"What would you like?"
"Your books, mum sold the ones you sent me."
Hermione frowned at the news but nodded, summoning the first book from the library.
"The Philosopher's Stone, this is about my first year at Hogwarts," Hermione explained, opening the cover and flipping to the first page. She shifted to get more comfortable, leaning back against the headboard and he snuggled into her side. "Are we ready?" She asked and he nodded, Quaffle moving to drape himself across Leo, pulling a giggle from the child when he licked his face, washing away his tears.
"Then let's begin," she cleared her throat, her eyes moving to the words on the page. "When I was eleven, there were many careers I wished to pursue when I was older. A doctor. A scientist. A archaeologist. A lawyer. But all of that changed upon the discovery that magic existed and that I was a witch. When I received my Hogwarts letter, I imagined many scenarios for my future. But I never imagined fighting for my life and being brought into a decade's old war that was set to bring the end of the wizarding population. This is the story of my life, once Hermione Granger but now Hermione Wood, and all the brave witches, wizards and magical beings that risked their lives to save the Wizarding World. Some survived and some did not, but they are heroes and they are finally getting the recognition they deserve. With this book, I will make sure of it."
Hearing a soft snore, she tore her eyes from the book and to Leo, smiling at the sight of his sleeping face. As she closed the book and set it on the bedside table, she caught sight of Oliver stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms folded over his chest and a sleepy smile on his face.
"Those monitors ye bought are amazing, they'll be great when the baby arrives, certainly better than any spell a've heard af," he said. Smiling, she carefully shifted off the bed and crossed over to him. "A don' know what yer worried aboot." He pressed his hand on her stomach. "Yer gonna be a wonderful mother."
"You always know my worries and fears," she sighed. "Even before I know them myself."
"Anno the feeling," he replied, smiling down at her.
"Should we wait to tell Leo about the pregnancy?" She nibbled at her lip.
"Aye, a think we should, jus' until he's settled in an' we're sure he can handle the news tha' he's gonna be a big brother. Now, naw more worrying, remember what we said earlier. Stress is bad fer the little one."
"I'm in the wrong line of work," she sighed.
Chuckling, he slipped his arm around her and guided her back to their room.
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Wood Apartment - Monday 23rd November 1998
A couple of days had passed since Hermione and Oliver took custody of Leo and things had been going well so far. They spent all of Friday and Saturday at the apartment, giving Leo a tour, sitting in the library and playing muggle board games (something Thompson had joined in with, now being in the know and being sworn to secrecy to not tell anyone about Leo until they were ready) and during the evening, they'd watched movies in the media room before Leo fell asleep. After putting him to bed and turning in for the night, they'd been woken by his crying with Hermione tending to him and reading to him before he fell back asleep.
On Sunday, they'd spent the majority of the day at the Burrow, allowing for bonding between Leo and the others and when they returned homes later in the evening, he'd grown to be more comfortable around them.
But today, Hermione and Oliver had discussed taking a sick day, not wishing to leave Leo, however, there was a match scheduled for the following day and they were both required to be at the stadium. As such, they'd asked him what he wanted to do that and much to their surprise, he'd asked if he might spend the day with Quaffle at Shell Cottage. Neither Bill nor Fleur had taken much convincing, jumping at the opportunity to spend time with the new addition to the family.
"Okay, you've got your coat, hat, scarf and gloves, your spare change of clothes, wellies..."
"Yes, Hermione," Leo grumbled. Oliver laughed as Hermione fused over him and zipped up his newly bought winter coat.
"Well, it's winter now and the beach will be cold, I don't want you getting ill."
Leo huffed and Oliver laughed at the look of relief that crossed his face when Bill stepped out of the floo. His eyes searching for them, they widened slightly before a snort broke free.
"Hermione, you're suffocating the poor lad," Bill shook his head, crossing over to them and then unzipping Leo's coat and removing the scarf that Hermione had wrapped tightly around him.
Hermione frowned in concern, reaching to fasten the zip on Leo's coat but Bill batted her hands away and Oliver sniggered.
"Are you sure you don't mind watching him for the day?" Hermione asked, her eyes darting to Leo worriedly.
"You're kidding, right? I took a day off work so I can spend some quality time with my new nephew." Leo's cheeks tinted pink at Bill's words. "Besides, I need him to protect me from Fleur's wrath. I think she wants to kill me, her hormones are all over the place." Bill gave Oliver a knowing smirk. Hermione and Oliver had told the Weasleys not to mention the pregnancy to or around Leo, and so far, it had been kept a secret.
"You'll survive," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Okay, he's got everything he needs in his bag and..."
"If he needs anything else we'll have it at the cottage and if we don't, I'll floo here and pick it up," he interrupted. "Fleur's already making a big picnic for lunch, she can't wait to spend some time with Leo, it takes her mind off the pregnancy... Although, Leo, your baby cousin has Fleur eating some strangely disgusting food combinations," he grimaced, "And I suggest you run for your life when she offers you it." They laughed at him.
"We should be back no later than six-thirty," Hermione told him.
"I'll bring him back around seven so you have time to make dinner."
Saying their goodbyes, Bill, Leo and Quaffle disappeared into the flames.
"See? Ye were worried aboot bein' a terrible mother an' yer already wrapping the kid up so tight and warm tha' he could asphyxiate or combust," he teased. "Yer gonna make a brilliant mother."
"I hope you're right," she sighed.
"Tha's usually yer place in this marriage, but on this occasion, a don' mind takin' on the role. Now, let's get tae the stadium. The quicker we do, the quicker the day goes by an' we'll be home with our little ones befere we know it."