Children of the Prophecy

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Hermione Potter awoke early next morning. She was surprised to find her husband in bed with her, as he never slept anymore. She was glad he finally had given in to sleep and was resting peacefully. Quietly she got up, went down the stairs and stood by the fireplace. Moments later Dumbledore's head popped in and greeted Hermione. "He's finally sleeping," she said smiling brightly.

"Good. I'm glad he is finally getting rest."

"Yes, me too. He has been a walking zombie for quite some time."

"Well, I must get back to my work."

"Yes, of course. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

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Harry awoke to the dreadful sounds of someone being sick and went to investigate. Sure enough, he found Hermione hunched over the toilet bowl. As she stopped, Harry looked at her with dread in his eyes. "Hermione, you need to see a doctor. This has been going on for days, he'll be able to help you," he said, helping her off the floor.

"Harry I'm fine. It's just a touch of the flu. Don't worry so much," Hermione said, wiping her mouth with a towel.

"Please, see the doctor, Hermione," Harry pleaded.

"Oh, all-right! But honestly, I don't know what the big fuss is about; it's just a little cold."

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Hermione Potter walked out of the doctors' office with the gloomiest look on her face. 'I can't believe this is happening. Not now. How am I going to tell Harry?' she thought as she walked down the streets of London. Her gloomy attitude followed her all the way home and did not change as she entered the house. As she braved to tell Harry what had happened, she found no one home. However she did found a note telling her that he went out to see Dumbledore for a bit. She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding and sat down on the couch. She needed to talk to someone, but who? Ginny, no; Ron, definitely not; Lavender, maybe, but Yes! Yes, Molly would understand! With that there was a small pop into the Burrow.

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"Hello Hermione dear. What brings the visit?" Molly Weasley said, greeting her 'daughter'.

"Molly, I need some advice," Hermione said, staring at Molly on the verge of tears.

"Hermione dear what is troubling you?" Molly said, enveloping Hermione in a hug.

"M-Mol, Molly I-I'm, I'm pr- pregnant," Hermione stammered out as she sobbed into Molly's shoulder.

"Hermione, dear this is wonderful news! Why are you so upset?"

"Molly, we're in the middle of a war!"

Molly shook her head and said calmly to Hermione, "Hermione, a baby is a gift from God that comes at any time. He must have had a reason for sending this incredible gift to you now. Go on, go home. Tell Harry he is going to be a father. You know he will be thrilled."

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Hermione Potter paced her living room waiting for her husband's arrival home. How am I going to tell him? I hope he is not upset.

A little while later Harry came in through the front door and was greeted by his wife. "Has Dumbledore found anything out, Love?"

"No. We're all still dumbfounded," he said sitting down on the couch. "Well, how did it go at the doctors? Did he give you anything?"

"Well, no."

"Why not? You're clearly not well. I'm going to go have a little chat with that doctor," he said standing up.

"No Harry, it's not like that. He can't give me anything," she said as her eyes started to water.

Harry came over and hugged his wife.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry. Please, don't be cross with me."

"Hermione, I could never be angry at you. What's the matter?"

Hermione started to sob even harder. "H-Harry, I'm so sorry."

"Hermione, please calm down. Just tell me what's wrong, I'm sure we can get another doctor-"

"That's not it, Harry!"

"Then what is the problem, Hermione?"

"Harry, I'm pregnant."

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