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Chapter 29

As usual Harry worked with the new person who'd received new powers. He worked with Ginny to control her powers over the wind. He had become a teacher as well as brother, husband and friend. The new role fit him perfectly. He had the greatest temperament to be the perfect teacher. He had become patient and in the case of magical powers he'd gained plenty of experience and knowledge.

All his teachings, however, would be for naught if he didn't survive the final confrontation. In the deep recesses of his mind he knew that he had the strength and power to defeat the dark lord, but if his fate were tied to the successful search for the souls of the son, then that was were he had to worry. He felt the confrontation drawing nearer and nearer everyday and still had not disclosed the information to anyone. That is until one night when the pain of his scar caught him unawares.

"Aaaahhh!" Harry screamed as he readied for bed. The blinding pain hit him like a flash of lightning. It took him less than a second to block out the pain, but it was too late. Hermione witnessed his outburst and he knew he would not be able to lie to her.

"All right, Harry?" she asked. Concern and worry were clearly apparent in her voice. Just what Harry tried to avoid.

"Er.. I am now, love. Don't worry about it."

"It's Voldemort, isn't it?" Harry nodded knowing it would be pointless to lie. For all his powers, he was powerless against his wife. "What is it and how long has it been happening?"

"He's getting closer." She walked over to where he stood and put her arms around his waist and placed a kiss on his shoulder. He'd expected a lot of yelling and screaming. He was surprised not to be inundated with verbal reprimand.

"How much time do we have left?"

"I'm not really sure, but the pain is stronger each time. It's been happening for about three weeks now."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you, love."

"Bloody Hell, Harry!" she pushed him forward. Harry was taken by surprised and fell over on top of the bed. Hermione stood in front of him with her hand on her waist and continued to let out her anger. "I told you. We're in this together! Were you planning on telling me at all?" Harry wanted to smile. He knew the Hermione he expected was soon to surface.

"Yes. I was just waiting for the right time."

"Oh? And when would that be, Harry. When Voldemort is standing in front of you!" She sighed and sat on the bed next to him.

"You're right. I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry, love. I just don't like seeing you so worried. You have enough things to worry about with the NEWTS for one. Our mission, being head girl and in your condition you don't need the stress."

Hermione was surprised. She suspected she was carrying Harry's child, but she hadn't been brave enough to take the pregnancy test. "It's true then?" she looked at him and placed her hands on his face one on each cheek.

"Yes, love. We're going to be parents you and me. I know we hadn't talked about it happening so soon, but I wouldn't change a thing." He placed a chaste kiss on her lips, but it wasn't enough. The urgency he felt to make love with his wife tugged at his soul. He could not deny the feelings and neither could she.

"I love you, Harry," she whispered as he ran a trail of kisses from her neck down. He placed a kiss on her currently flat abdomen and smiled up at her. He hadn't told her they were going to have more than one baby. There would be time enough to tell her after. First he wanted to pleasure her in a way he never had before.

Into the night they continued to share each other's love until they reached the pinnacle of their mating.

"So, when do you want to tell the rest about the news?" he asked as he rubbed her abdomen while they lay sated from their previous activity.

"Why don't we wait a little while longer?"

"Why?" He was confused. He wanted to shout to the world that he was going to be a father and he thought Hermione felt the same about being a mother.

"Because I don't want to get any special treatment from anyone, especially from you," she warned.

"Never," Harry gasped exaggeratedly.

"Right."

"Do you want to know how many babies?"

"What? You mean we're having twins?" she turned to face him smiling brilliantly.

"Three more like."

"What?! You're not trying to pull one over on me, are you?"

"'Fraid not, love. I can feel three little ones inside your tummy."

Hermione was caught in between happy and shocked. "Wow!" was all she managed to say.

"Think you we'll get any volunteers for baby sitting duties?"

"Boy, Potter. When you say you want a big family, I didn't think you wanted it to happen with one shot." She grinned. She couldn't help but feel happy to share a family with Harry and to give him a big family like he'd always dreamed off.

"What can I say? I am THE Harry Potter," he tried to sound pompous.

"Oh you," she chuckled and playfully slapped him on the arm.

"We'd better get some sleep. Especially you, mum." He kissed her on the tip of her nose.

"Harry?" she sounded worried.

"What is it, love?"

"Do you think the babies will be okay even with the many activities I have to do? Couldn't you put some kind of protective shield around them?"

"Don't have to."

"What do you mean, you don't have to?"

"I mean they already put up their own protective shield around themselves and you."

"Really? How do you know that?"

"I can sort of see a glow around you, that's why. No one else would see though, not with regular eyes."

"Oh," was all she managed to say. Knowing her husband had such powers was mind boggling even for her. She felt as if she was the luckiest woman alive at that moment. She slept peacefully with a smile.

Harry looked at his wife and knew he only had one choice: DEFEAT VOLDEMORT. He kissed her forehead and drifted off to sleep thinking of ways to defeat his enemy and finally have a peaceful life with his new family.

When the sixth song replaced the fifth on the wall of their meeting room, the seven seemed to feel the weight of the world on their shoulder, especially Harry.

"Eliminating be the sixth,

A sleeping dragon's lair."

Ron and Lavender also felt more weight than the others since they were the two left yet to discover the souls of the last two songs. They talk about it with each other at times when they were alone, but they tried not to let it dampen their time together. If anything, they tried to spend their alone together to the fullest extent. They'd even started to talk about their wedding plans. They did everything to keep a positive attitude about their mission and their future. They wanted to believe they still had a future; otherwise all their efforts would be for naught.

"Ron, how many kids do you want to have?" Lavender asked as they lay together in their private room.

"I don't know. After being in a big family though, I'd like to have a big family too. I know there are disadvantages as far as the financial aspect of it all, but I would never trade all the memories I've shared with my family for wealth. I don't know if I want to have nine children, but I want to have at least four. What do you think?"

"Four sounds good. And if we have more, then that's okay too. I want to have a big family too. Having one sibling is better than being an only child, but when I see you and your brothers and sister, I feel as if I'd missed out on something somehow." He kissed her head.

"I love you, Lav."

"I love you too." She turned her head to give him a kiss on the lips, which was a bad idea. They've already passed curfew, but the points seemed to matter less as the time drew neared to the confrontation and they knew it was close since Harry finally told them about the pain in his head earlier that night.

They knew something was wrong as soon as they stepped into their little meeting room. He looked at each one of them and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes like they would have had his smile been a genuine happy smile. They had a few days until the weekend when they made their trip to Fincayra, but he and Hermione decided the rest of them should know what had been happening to his scar.

"What is it?" Ginny asked first. "I know that look. There's something wrong, isn't there?"

"Nothing serious, I hope," Neville added nervously.

"Well, depends on how you look at it," Harry started. "I didn't want to alarm anyone, but my scar had been giving me some flashes of pain for about three weeks now. They pain increases each time."

"Voldemort?" Draco asked.

"Yes. Whatever he's planning, I feel as if it's going to happen sometime soon."

"But, we haven't found the rest of the song's soul," complained Ron.

"I don't think he's aware of what we're trying to do Ron," Hermione spoke out. "He's certainly not going to wait until we complete our task if he knew that it would cause his down fall." Ron swallowed and Lavender gave him a pat on the hand.

"We didn't notice your scar hurting," Ginny put in.

"I can block it out, remember?" Harry answered. She nodded in acknowledgement. "I'm only telling you because although I didn't want to worry you, I'd also like you to be prepared. I know we've been running through our training everyday, but we didn't really know when we would have used our skills. With this new information, at least we know that we are going to use our skills sooner than we thought." They all looked at him wide-eyed except for Hermione who was barely getting over the shock.

"Do you think we'll have enough time to figure out the last two songs before his plans are executed?" Lavender asked.

"I really don't know that at all. Lav. I'm sorry. I know this was not the kind of news you were all prepared to hear when you woke up this morning and right now, I still don't know if it was such a great idea to tell you."

"I'm glad you told us, Harry," Neville finally spoke up. "True that it will give us more to worry about, but at least we won't be surprised if the confrontation happened tomorrow."

"Bite your tongue, Neville," Ginny reprimanded suddenly the fear enveloped her and the wind inside the room started to stir a bit.

"You okay, love?" Draco whispered to her. He wrapped his arms around her hoping it would help calm her down.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry. Guess I just got carried away." Harry looked at Ginny as if to remind her of what he'd shown her before.

"Have you told the headmaster?" asked Lavender.

"I was planning on telling him after our meeting. I wanted to tell you all first." They all nodded in approval. "Let's make it an early night tonight, we'll reconvene tomorrow night and talk about our weekend plans." He wanted to give them time to let the news sink in and he wanted to be able to tell Dumbledore the news before he went to sleep that night. And, he and Hermione had decided to at least tell Merlin and Dumbledore of their impending parenthood.

Harry and Hermione left for the headmaster's office when Harry sensed all their questions had been answered to their satisfaction. He knew he wasn't supposed to turn on his empath powers around them, but he wanted to make sure they didn't have any lingering thoughts about the news they just received.

A/N: Ah, well. I was going to do the sixth song, but just didn't have time. Sorry about that. I wanted to post this before I left for vacation. Yes, another vacation. The Fourth of July holiday you know. Thanks for your reviews and I hope all you H/Hr fan like the little moment in this chapter. Happy Fourth of July to all my fellow Americans!!!

Here's a inspirational thought to keep you occupied until my next post.

A Butterfly

A man found a cocoon for a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly.

He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed wings. It was never able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand, was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the smallopening of the cocoon are God`s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.

If God allowed us to go throughall our life without any obstacles, that would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Not only that, we could never fly.

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