Chapter 6 : Chapter Six
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Thank you for your reviews! I really appreciate it. I don't know if I have mentioned it, but a friend of mine died recently, and sometimes its hard to write because I miss her so much, so thats why it took so long for me to update and will probably take me a little longer to write the new chapter. Thanks, and please review! It helps me feel better.
Disclaimer- If you don’t get it by now, I doubt you ever will: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
“So how was your appointment today?” Harry asked curiously.
“It was fine.” She replied, trying hard to hide the smile that was creeping on her lips.
“What was wrong?” Harry asked. Hermione stopped, and looked at Harry. She got lost in the deep emerald pools with in his eyes. before remembering what she had to say to him.
“The healer told me I am pregnant.” She said breathily, her eyes shining with happiness.
Harry’s mouth hung open in shock for a few moments, before his face broke out into a huge grin, and he gave Hermione a bone crushing hug.
“How far along are you?” Harry asked once they broke apart.
“And the gender?”
“I don’t want to know. I want it to be a surprise.” Hermione replied, her hand placed on her stomach that had only just began to bulge. Harry nodded undestandably, feeling proud. Hermione stood on her tippytoes and gave Harry a long tender kiss.
“Come on, let’s go home.” Harry told her once they broke apart, taking her hand and apparating home.
What they weren’t aware of was that someone had overheard everything.
Once they got to the house, Harry and Hermione began making plans. “We should make an announcement to all our friends. How about we invite everyone to dinner?” Hermione suggested. Harry was about to agree when there was a loud knock on the door.They came face to face with the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, and Percy Weasley.
“What do you want?” Harry asked coldly. He disliked the new Minister of Magic even more than Fudge, and Percy was his least favorite Weasley.
“May we come in, Harry?” Scrimgeour asked, not noticing Harry's tone. Harry hesitated, then stepped aside and let them both in.
“We have some important news to give you, Harry.” Scrimgeour informed him, sitting down at the kitchen table.
“What is it?” Harry asked, his curiosity taking over his dislike of them both.
“There is a new dark lord in power.” Scrimgeour told him darkly.
“What! When? How? Who?” Harry asked, his voice rising.
“Well, we just found out today when there was a massacre of muggle born people today. There was a new death mark above the spot. We tried to capture one of his supporters, but failed. We don’t know who it is, but we believe it is one of you-know-who’s old supporters. We are telling you this for two reasons: One, we are asking for your help in defeating him, and two: we believe he may try to kill you both. Will you help us kill him?” Rufus asked.
Harry stayed silent for a moment. He had just defeated Voldemort, and he really wanted to take a little break from that, especially with the baby coming. Plus he hated the man who was asking him this. On the other hand he would be helping the entire Wizarding world, and he would be protecting Hermione and all of their friends.
“All right, I’ll do it.” Harry decided.
“We’ll do it.” Hermione put in.
“Ok, we’ll do it.” Harry corrected.
“Great!” Rufus exclaimed, shaking Harry’s hand eagerly.
Harry was all ready beginning to regret his choice.
Sorry its so short! Its just a chapter that connects what's going to happen now. So the first part of the story ends, and a new one begins! Sorry if I'm incorrect on details on being pregnant, but I'm only sixteen, so I don't know much. I do, however know somethings, but please feel free to tell me some things.
Even though it's a little early, I'm also debating if I should have a sequel to this one but with thieir child/children at Hogwarts? You don't need to let me know now, because I'll ask again at the end of the story. Until next time!
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