Memories of a Headmistress: The Second
by britt

Rating: G
Ship: Harry & Hermione
Canon: Books 1 - 5
Genre: Romance
Status: Complete
Length: 1,348 words in 1 chapter
Published: 27 Nov 2006
Last updated: 27 Nov 2006

It was just a normal day for the headmistress of Hogwarts, or so she thought. Find out what happened to Hermione on an
auspicious July day.

From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/6661/

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1. The Second

A/N: Wow, I haven't written anything in a long time. Since my last story was so depressing, I thought I'd do one that
was a bit happier. This is still in my little universe of stories, and my site. Again, Harry Potter and all its
characters belong to JK Rowling and her publishers as well as Warner Brothers. I'm just playing around.

July 28, 2006

The day started out normal enough. I woke up at 8 a.m. like I normally did, and followed my routine. But I had the
distinct feeling that something today was going to change my life forever. Harry was already gone when I woke up. He
normally was lately, but I had a feeling it was because he was trying to hide from his birthday in a few days.

Ever since the end of the war, Harry had been a lot more playful as if trying to recapture something he should have had
when he was younger. Of course, he could be serious when he needed to be, but he was a much happier person than he was
when I met him nearly 15 years ago. For some reason, Harry had the ridiculous notion that if he didn't celebrate his
birthday, he wouldn't get older. And since I was the most likely to celebrate his birthday-despite that there were some
out there that thought his birthday should be a holiday- he was avoiding me. I figured I could play along for a few
days.

I made breakfast in my little flat attached to my office and looked over my appointment book as I ate the toast and
enjoyed my tea. I'd decided to go for a more bland breakfast since my stomach had been upset lately. I wasn't sure what
it was that I'd eaten causing me to be nauseous occasionally. It was probably why I had a healer's appointment circled
in red for today.

Most of the day was pretty boring. I had to discipline a few students for fighting in the halls. Unfortunately, instead
of using magic, it had been a physical fight. I wasn't sure why so many students preferred to do things by the muggle
method now that they were at a magical school, but there wasn't much I could do about it. I'd also answered a few owls
from a few researchers who needed some advice and apparently thought that I could be of help since I was still referred
to as the Brightest Witch of the Age, a title that sometimes annoyed me. After all, what was wrong with my name? Titles
only made people expect things from you and they always forgot that I was only a 26 year old woman, thrust into things
that no one should be shoved into. Then again, after meeting Harry, it was something I should have suspected.

At 2:30, I rolled up the scrolls I was working on, put my robes back on and left my office. I greeted a few students as
I walked through the halls since it was a break between classes before I finally reached the grounds. Once on the
grounds, no one bothered me and I was able to make it to Hogsmeade with no distractions. It made it perfect for me to
apparate to St. Mungo's once I'd passed the apparition barriers.

The waiting area wasn't that full, which I thought was a good thing as it meant people weren't getting hurt. I'd seen
enough death and devastation to last a lifetime. I checked in at the reception desk and sat down in the lounge, briefly
thumbing through a magazine while I waited to be called for my 3 p.m. appointment. I didn't wait long before hearing the
nurse.

“Mrs. Potter, the healer will see you now.” I smiled at the lady, happy she wasn't gushing over my last name. And if she
was, I was grateful that she kept it to herself. The room I was shown into was empty so I took a minute or two to
observe my surroundings. I took my robes off and hung them up, leaving myself in muggle jeans and a t-shirt. After the
war, I'd gone back to wearing mostly muggle attire. It was my tribute to my heritage. Plus, I'd never really understood
wizarding fashion, especially since it seemed to be a few centuries behind. The healer soon strolled in and greeted me
professionally.

“Good afternoon Mrs. Potter. I'm Healer Wildes. So, can you tell me what's been bothering you?”

“I've just been feeling a bit peaky the last couple of days. I wasn't sure if it was because I'd eaten something bad or
if it was something a bit more serious.”

The man smiled at me, before writing something down on his clipboard. It was surprising how much alike healers and
doctors were. Though healers were much faster and the procedures usually hurt less. “Well, I'll run a couple tests and
we'll see if we can get to the bottom of this. It would be a travesty to have the esteemed headmistress to be sick and
away from her duties.”

Suddenly, I felt a whole lot more relaxed. I nodded and let him wave his wand over me a few times. Unfortunately,
diagnostic spells were only visible to the caster so I couldn't see what he was looking at or what he was writing on the
clipboard.

“Okay, now I'll need a small blood sample to conduct a final test on. Then we should know what's wrong. But from what
I've seen thus far, it's nothing serious.”

He took a pin out from his pocket and I held my finger out to him. The prick of the pin stung slightly but I continued
to hold out the finger as some blood dropped into the small vial he pulled from his robes. Mentally, I thought of a few
good jokes Ron had told me about wizard robes to take my mind off the throbbing.

Once the healer felt he had enough, he healed the little prick with his wand and exited the room with the vial. Most
people thought I was a really patient person, but I hated hospitals and couldn't wait to get out of here. So I tried to
think of different things to do to think of a way to pass the time while the healer was gone. I hoped it wouldn't be too
long though because I'd seen how fast healers could work on minor cases like whatever I had.

I was proven correct as the healer walked back into the room not more than 5 minutes after he'd left. I had to admit,
while wizards were behind the times in fashions and thoughts of equality, the medicine was definitely far better than
that of the muggles. The man's wide smile calmed me as there was no way he would be smiling if it was something bad.

“Well, you're not dying. You don't have food poisoning or any kind of illness.”

He paused for effect before continuing, “But you will need to come back once a month and then 2 or 3 times a month for
check ups. Congratulations Mrs. Potter, you're pregnant.”

The man took hold of my limp hand shaking it before exiting the room to attend to other patients. I sat in shock for a
few minutes, still trying to process the concept. Harry and I hadn't even discussed more children since our first son
had been murdered just before he was born last year. But as I got used to the idea, a wide smile to rival that of the
healers broke out on my face.

I picked up my robes as I left the little room to head back to the school. The only thing I could think was that I had
just found the perfect gift for Harry's birthday. Now, if only I could track him down.
