Memories of a Headmistress: Michelle by britt

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 26/04/2007
Last Updated: 26/04/2007
Status: Completed

Hard times are upon the wizarding world, but on this day, Hermione can't help but see the
beauty of it.




1. Michelle
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A/N: Wow, it's been a long time since I did a story. Haven't been too inspired, but this
one I actually had played out on my board, but it went so fast I felt it deserved its own story.
Like always, I don't own Harry Potter or the characters inside the universe. The most I own is
the concept for the story, and Anya Lupin is a friend's so no suing the poor college
student.

March 31st, 2007

The day had started out like any other. I had been on bed rest for two weeks now and I had been
going stir-crazy. Harry wouldn't let me have any of my paperwork for fear that I would stress
myself out. So, I'd been confined to the bed only allowed up for bathroom breaks. I had decided
that this was definitely the worst part of being pregnant. I was only 3 weeks away from my due date
and I was feeling anxious. I was ready to be able to hold my child in my arms. Part of me still
feared for the life of this child considering what had happened to James over a year and a half
ago.

However, I got an inkling that something was going to happen when in the midst of my reading in
the mid-morning, Harry rushed in. That, in itself, was strange because he'd made it a habit to
be near my bedside the last two weeks only leaving when I was asleep to get more work from his
office. I knew he was getting things ready for his transition into his new job as Head of the
Department of Magical Law Enforcement over being Chief Auror. He informed me that Albus Dumbledore,
the Minister of Magic for the last four years, needed to speak with me.

Harry seemed a bit upset, because he didn't want Albus to disturb me. When Albus arrived a
few minutes after Harry he had such a serious look on his face. I knew that this wasn't going
to be a pleasant conversation. Recently, I'd been hearing reports that some fanatic group was
trying to expose the wizarding world in the name of unification. Yet, I knew nothing further than
what was printed in the Daily Prophet since Harry was adamant I didn't worry.

For the next half hour, Albus with Harry discussed the true extent of the damage already done:
the Ministry exposed, Diagon Alley filled with muggles and sightings of muggles nearing Hogwarts
itself. It truly was a dire situation. After the explanation, I started feeling a slight pinch of
pain near my midsection, but I passed it off as fake contractions since I was around the time they
hit. When we actually began discussing the issue and how to solve it, I noticed the feeling getting
stronger until it got to the point that both Harry and Albus noticed my discomfort.

*“Don't worry about it, it's nothing to fret about. It's just those fake
contractions the healers warned us would happen.”*

*“Are you sure? We could discuss this at another time m'dear.”* Albus was always so
polite.

*“Yes, I'm fine, no need to worry. The fate of the wizarding world is a bit more important
than Braxton Hicks syndrome.”* I assured them both.

Both men continued to look worried but we continued on. I may have been putting on a brave face,
but as the discussions continued, I felt myself getting increasingly worried. Then a particularly
painful burst hit me. The men looked at me concerned because I let out a particularly loud breath
as I tried to contain the pain.

*“Like I said, nothing to worry about, it's normal.”* However, no sooner had I spoken
when I felt a rush of liquid soak the sheets and me. I was a little shocked, but then I felt the
tingle go down my spine and I knew the wards around Hogwarts had fallen. *“Okay, now you can
worry. I believe my water just broke.”*

Harry panicked for a moment, and Albus did too. But eventually, he got his wits back and calmed
Harry down by giving him the task to get certain supplies while Albus left to go find my deputy
headmistress, Anya Lupin, and inform her and other senior members of the staff about what could
possibly occur now that I was in labor and there were no wards protecting the school. That was the
one bad thing about having wards tied to the magic of a pregnant witch. When her magic went wonky,
so did the wards.

Within minutes, my friend arrived. Apparently, I'd just been ignoring that I'd been in
labor all day since I had such a high pain tolerance due to my experiences in the war. So I was too
far gone to be moved and it wouldn't be safe if the worst were to occur. So, I would have to
deliver in my bed, which meant that it was good that Anya was a trained mediwitch.

The next several hours were boring and painful. My sheets and clothing had been changed and
pillows propped up behind me. For the most part, I just talked and controlled my breathing for the
ever increasing pace and intensity of the contractions. Now that the event bringing my child into
the world was underway, I was ready for it to be over with. Afterall, this wasn't a walk in the
park despite that I'd been through similar pains before. I had tried to read a book as I
waited, but with contractions being so frequent, I could never concentrate and actually read.

Finally, Anya said the words I'd been waiting to hear all day.

*“Alright, I think it's about time for you to be able to push. Then you'll have the
little Potter to hold in your arms.”*

Harry, who'd been getting me anything I wanted climbed into the bed with me to give me extra
leverage to push. Holding his hands tightly, I prepared for the next contraction and then pushed
with all my might when it came.

*“Doing good Hermione. I can almost see the head.”*

When the next contraction came, I pushed hard again, wanting this to be over with. Part of me
did hope that I didn't hurt Harry's hands from the intensity of my grip on them.

*“Oh, there's the head. One more good push Hermione and you'll have your baby. You can
do it.”*

I figured it must have been an average peptalk line to women because my only concern was getting
it out of me, not that I was tired, despite that I was. My adrenaline was pumping overtime with the
excitement of finally having a child. On the next contraction, I actually screamed out loud with
the effort and intensity of the pain.

And then I heard it, the most beautiful sound in the world- the first cries of my child as the
rest of the body had slid out with that last tremendous push. I felt a light breeze of magic pass
through me as I collapsed against Harry's chest almost as if announcing to the world that the
next generation of Potters had just arrived. I was too tired to really care about what it was.

Anya worked to clean up the child, disposing of the umbilical cord and wrapping the baby up
securely before handing her to me.

*“Congratulations, you two. You have a beautiful baby girl.”* Anya smiled down at us as
Harry watched from over my shoulder to get a look at our daughter. I didn't pay much attention
to what else Anya did, but I assumed she was taking care of the placenta that was sure to follow my
daughter.

I leaned my head back and kissed Harry before whispering, “*Look what we made Harry. Have you
ever seen something this beautiful before?”*

I started to nod off, but not before feeling Harry's arms come up around me to supplement my
arms. *“Never in my life. Thank you Hermione, for everything. I love you and our
daughter..”*

*“**Michelle Rose Potter.”*

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