Story: War
Chapter: 8
Rating of Chapter: R
Thanks: Thanks to Cheryl and Muirnin for their continuous support and help with this fic.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The only things I own are the plot, any characters, spells etc that you do not recognize.
Author Notes: Thanks for all the reviews I really do appreciate them. This chapter continues directly where the last chapter finished.
Chapter 8: Rollercoaster of Emotions
Hermione continued to sit next to Ginny in the girl's dormitory. Her comments still ringing through her head. `How irresponsible have I been?' she thought to herself. She was suddenly removed from her thoughts as she felt a slight cramping on her pelvis. She tried to brush it aside and continued to read the book she was studying from.
After another couple of minutes, Hermione felt the sudden urge to go to the toilet; it had come on so quickly that she winced slightly. "Are you ok?" asked Ginny. Hermione nodded, her face slightly pale. She then moved off the bed and moved quickly into the toilet.
One hour later she was still in there and the pain had returned, only this time it was five times worse. She stood in the bathroom, clenching at her pelvis. As the pain grew deeper, she felt herself falling slowly to the ground. "Hermione are you sure your ok?" Ginny shouted again. Although Hermione wanted to shout `fuck no' she couldn't find the energy or resistance to speak. Without another thought, Ginny went to find Harry.
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Harry was relaxing in a comfy armchair in the Gryffindor common room; he had decided not to go to the library to study like every other student had. As he turned a page in what from the outside appeared to be `Transfiguration: Grade 6' was actually Madam Polki's guide to pregnancy and parenthood. Harry had decided to read the book secretly so that he could understand how Hermione was feeling. Although he had decided to skip the chapter on miscarriages, he didn't really want to worry about that.
As he was about to turn a page, Ginny came running in at full speed, her face flushed. "Harry, you need to come to our common room, quickly."
"I'm not aloud, girls only, remember?" he answered with a smile.
"It's Hermione, I think she's really ill." Harry's smile faded and he followed Ginny up to the dorm. "She's been in the bathroom for about an hour." Harry knocked on the door frantically.
"Hermione!" he shouted. Hermione forced herself to the door and managed to trail a hand on the doorknob. Harry heard the click and tried to open it. "Unlock the door," he asked. But there was no answer. "Alohomora!" he muttered. The lock flicked open and he rushed in to Hermione's side. "What's the matter?" he asked, full of concern as he touched her cold hands.
"I…need to…St…Mungo's," she croaked. Harry looked quickly at Ginny.
"Ginny, get Madam Pomfrey, and tell her we need a Portkey to St Mungo's," he asked directly. She nodded and hurried off. Harry turned back to his girlfriend and stroked her hair frantically, holding her close. He had no idea what was wrong, but he knew that he just needed to do as she said.
A moment later, Madam Pomfrey arrived, holding a Portkey on a small tray. Ginny by her side. "What's the problem?" she asked firmly.
"I don't know, but we need to get her to St Mungo's, quickly."
"Maybe I should give her a check up first," Pomfrey asked with concern.
"I'm sorry Madam, but I really need to go now," answered Harry sharply. He helped Hermione up, who felt pretty lifeless. He managed to loop her legs over his arms and carry her out of the bathroom. He then held her tightly before holding onto the Portkey tightly. "Oh, Ginny, Hermione's pregnant by the way."
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Before he could think again, Harry was in an empty corridor, Hermione still in his arms. He hurried over to the reception where he was greeted by a young, brown haired woman, probably in her late twenties. "It's an emergency, I - I mean she needs to see a nurse immediately," Harry said quickly.
"What's the problem?" a short balding man asked him. Harry didn't really know what to say, until Hermione managed to croak out a few more words.
"Cramp…pelvis…pregnant." The man suddenly looked deeply concerned.
"Carol, we need a spare room," he called to a tall blonde nurse. "Follow me," he ordered Harry. They followed the nurse (Carol) into a spare room where Harry laid Hermione down. He gripped her hand tightly, before the male nurse pulled him away. "Mr…"
"Potter," Harry added.
"Mr Potter, I am going to have to ask you to leave the room," he said. Harry watched as his fingers parted from Hermione's grip.
"Why do I have to leave?" he protested.
"Because I have a good idea what the problem is, and we cannot allow visitors in, I am sorry." Harry was forced out of the door and he watched the door slam shut. He then moved to the window where he caught a quick glimpse of Hermione's pale face, he could see the agony she was in, but he saw no more as the blind closed up.
Harry had been sitting down on a chair outside the room for about two hours. He was still puzzling over what the problem could be; just yesterday he had sat with Hermione while he was in the hospital wing. Today, he's sitting outside her room in St Mungo's while she goes through excruciating pain. He couldn't deal with much more, and it was finally time for him to call his Godfather. He walked over to a payphone and put in some Muggle money he had spare in his robe pocket, `you never know when it will come in handy' he had thought when he saved it.
After dialling the number he awaited Sirius' response.
"Hello," came the answer. Harry gulped for a moment, preparing to tell his Godfather the truth.
"Hi Sirius, it's me."
"Harry is everything ok, you sound worried."
"Th-things aren't ok…there's something I need to tell you. This summer…when Hermione came to visit, one thing led to another and…you know."
"Oh," was all he heard from Sirius. He swallowed hard again.
"There's more, Hermione is sort of…having a baby. Before you say anything, I'm at St Mungo's, Hermione's fallen really ill, I don't know exactly what is wrong but I really need you." He broke off, wiping the few tears from his eyes. He loved Hermione so much that it killed him to see her in pain.
"I'll be there as soon as I can, we'll talk then…hang in there Harry, everything's going to be fine." Sirius hung up the phone, and Harry could tell by his tone that he would be there in a matter of minutes.
And he was right, his Godfather walked over to him a few minutes later and took a seat next to him. Harry was yet to notice him as his eyes were closed awaiting news of Hermione. "Any news," asked Sirius. Harry jumped a little.
"Sirius," he wrapped his arms around him in a loving hug. "I'm so glad to see you." Harry pulled back and then glanced at Hermione's door, as if hoping a nurse would come and tell him everything was going to be fine. "I haven't heard a thing yet." He turned back to Sirius, who patted him on the back. Harry then told him the only things he knew about Hermione, and how the nurses seemed to know what was wrong.
"Harry, I want to tell you something, and I'm going to be completely honest with you. First of all, I'm not mad at you for sleeping with Hermione, or for getting her pregnant. I understand that if you love her then you did it for the right reasons. Secondly, you've been through plenty of tough times in your life haven't you?"
"Yeah," answered Harry seriously.
"You've got through them haven't you? Know matter how tough they have been." Harry nodded again.
"Now I'm no expert at this, but I am quite wise with a lot of things. Now, I want to tell you straight up. I don't think that you and Hermione will be having a baby at the minute."
"Of course not, she's only seven weeks pregnant," Harry answered. Sirius shook his head.
"No Harry, what I'm trying to say is that Hermione may well be having a miscarriage." Harry's eyes widened.
"What?"
"I know it's hard to take, but you have to stay strong, not only for yourself, but for Hermione. For the sake of your relationship."
"How do you know all this?" Harry snapped.
"Because the same thing happened to me." Harry looked at him in disbelief. "It was exactly the same situation, but I ran away, I left her. All alone, with no baby. I've regretted it my entire life, and I don't want you to make the same mistakes as me." Sirius look at him softly.
"Who was this woman?" Harry asked curiously.
"Her name was Jennifer Little, she was beautiful. I don't know whatever happened to her. Or even if she is alive for that matter." Harry thought for a moment. He then got up from his seat.
"Your right, I do have to stay strong, and I will. But I believe that we are going to keep this baby, and all will be fine," he said triumphantly. At that moment the balding doctor left the room and approached Harry.
"Mr Potter, I am afraid to tell you that Miss Granger has had a miscarriage. You may see her for a moment if you like." The doctor held open the door and Harry looked in. He could see Hermione lying down in her bed, her eyes closed, her face pale. There was a blanket draped over her entire body, as he looked at her like this, it hit him hard.
He stumbled back slightly, his body shaking in shock. He swallowed down his tears twice before a lump caught in his throat. `I did this to her!' Tears wept from his eyes, he hadn't ever cried this hard in his life. Not being able to face going into the room he turned away, he was about to run for an exit when he ended up running straight into his Godfather's arms.
Author Notes: I know I'm mean. But I have good reasons for doing what I did; this is another huge obstacle for Harry and Hermione to get through. I do think it will help their relationship in the long run. Ron is missing out again, never mind, I hate Ron, as just a few H/Hr shippers do *wink.*