Home for the Summer by tweak27

1. Default Chapter

Over the Edge

~ Poor Harry Potter. He started out in life as an orphan, then there's this wizard he knows as Lord Voldemort that is out to make him dead. Sure, he looks strong, and brave, but that's only on the outside. Harry's about to loose all sanity left in his mind, and those to suffer, are the students at Hogwarts. And only one person can do something to help, and that's Hermione.~

Silence, it was all around her, settling in her mind. Another late night in the common room, studying, alone with the fire of course. Hermione was indulged in her Charms textbook over one of the tables. There was an exam two weeks away, one she was fearing over nothing for.

Her mind startled when the portrait hole opened. So late at night, she had expected everyone to be asleep.

" Who's there?" Hermione whispered harshly.

" It's just me" Harry. He sounded exhausted and upset. She could tell from only three words.

" Oh, hello Harry" she greeted, closing the book, " where were you?".

He was trying to get away from her, " the bathroom".

Hermione rushed to block his path to the staircase, " for how long? I've been down here for awhile, I didn't hear you leave".

" That must have been it, good night".

She stopped him one last time for a friendly hug given on random occasions, " good night".

He quickly hugged her in return, then brushed past and went upstairs.

Foreshadowing Chapter Two- Why does Hermione wake in her bed the next morning with blood on her bed sheets?

Authors Note: It's short, yes, but that's why it's a teaser, for now and only now of course. Yes, I know, very many people cannot see Harry being the horrible person he will become in this story, but you'll see where he's coming from. Trust me, and give it a chance. Thanks!

2. No More Tears

~ Home for the Summer~

Chapter Two- No More Tears

Harry froze, his mind went blank, he could only focus on her, but without recognizing her. Hermoine watched him closely, not knowing what he was thinking. Frankly, it was scaring her.

" Harry, say something" the tears were unbearable.

His hands were shaking, and he didn't want her to feel it. Harry strained the feeling, wrapping his arms around her back, pulling her closer. " I started feeling sick at the end of last semester, and ignored it. My mum took me to the doctors two months after missing my.".

" I-I know" he finished for her. Even after four years of spending time at Hogwarts around only boys, she was still uncomfortable about mentioning femine things around them, at least being calm. Harry removed the light jacket he wore, wrapping it around Hermoine's shoulders, " come on, let's get you home, or at least, back to my house" he offered his hand to her. After she accepted, the two began to walk away from the crowds at the bus stop.

" The screaming went on for hours, eventually, they went around in circles and started repeating themselves. I had little money left over from my birthday, I used it all to get here".

Harry still held her hand down the dark London streets, " I'm glad you did" he paused, venturing to ask and actually know something about the female body, " when are you suppose.to have the baby?".

Even in a state of depression, Hermoine still had her spunky attitude, " it's called a due date Harry".

" Right" he joked, " when's your due date?".

" Another six months" she sighed, " in January".

He paused, " we'll be at school".

She laughed, " I've been taken off the acceptance list, forever, my parents will no longer pay the tuition".

" Maybe there's another way".

" While I'm pregnant?" Hermoine mocked an eyebrow.

Harry shrugged, " I don't know much about this kind of thing".

" It's all new to me too".

He looked down at her, " you won't have to be alone, you're staying with me" while he was commanding, she still had the option of objection.

" What about your aunt and uncle? And your cousin?".

He looked ahead of them, " okay, so we'll have to keep it a secret, but they work all day, and Dudley goes to some fat camp, and trust me, he would not tell if he were to find out".

Hermoine looked up at him again, " what about in September?".

Harry paused, hesitating, not knowing a good enough answer, or an explanation to go with it. " We'll cross that bridge when we get to it".

No lights were on in the house when they arrived, no one knew he had left. Signaling that no sound could be made, Harry led Hermoine through the dark kitchen and into the hallway. She couldn't help noticing the small cupboard under the stairs, the prison he once occupied. Both let out a sigh of relief when entering Harry's room and he had closed the door.

" I'm use to sneaking around in the dark with you" Hermoine smiled, " except there's no Fluffy" she referred to the nightly quests at Hogwarts.

" Only Dudley" Harry commented.

Hermoine giggled, " thank you" she stopped suddenly.

Harry looked at her before walking into his closet, " you're welcome". He disappeared for a moment. She glared around the room at every detail.

He emerged with a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, just as she noticed a picture frame on the wall near the door. " Is that your parents?".

Harry did not need to see the smiling couple, " yes, it was taken on their honeymoon, at least, that's what I'm told" he handed over the clothing articles.

Hermoine took them, though still studied the picture, " you look like your mum".

He smiled, " everyone says that. Apparently, a child obtains it's physical features from the parent of the opposite gender". Then, he realized it was a rather sensitive subject, in which he quickly changed. " Um, I'll leave so you can change".

She watched him leave, " thanks" whispering.

Harry took a few small steps in the hallway, then bolted to the bathroom, managing to slam the door and flick the light switch. Coughing downward into the toilet, he couldn't think straight. Twenty-four hours, he would be doing something as simple as reading, or playing on the computer. He rested his forehead on the rim, knowing he had to pull himself together, for Hermoine. She had been through and would be going through worse things, vomiting included.

After rinsing his mouth, he went back to the room. Harry began to say something to Hermoine, then turned around, she was asleep, laying on the bed. He turned off the lamp, then carefully slid onto the other side of the bed. Now it was too hot for any blankets.

" Harry" her voice was clear.

" Yeah?".

She lifted herself off the mattress, sensing where he was, placing his lips upon his, then laying back on her side, " good night".

He paused, " good night".

Hours later, Hermoine was asleep, Harry wasn't. he placed a hand on her lower stomach, nothing happened, not yet anyways, but he could feel her breathe. Throughout the night, Harry did not ask her about the baby's father. Already knowing that it was him.

~ Should I continue?~