A/N: Another drabble for you! To make up for the shortness of this one, I'll post the next one later tonight. Yavin 4, the Rebellion, and the quote "The circle is now complete, etc." belong to Star Wars and Georgie Lucas. May the Force be with you.
Hermione let out one last shriek of pain and Harry held his breath until the shrill cries of their child cut through the Healer's murmurs.
"It's a . . . well, it's a baby!" the Healer announced happily.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Harry asked, looking over at Hermione who relaxed against the bed with a tired sigh.
The Healer brought over the baby swaddled up in a blanket and placed it in Hermione's arms. "Harry," Hermione sighed looking up at him nearly in tears. "It's got your eyes."
Harry leaned over to get a good look at his new baby and drew back horrified. Cradled lovingly in Hermione's arms was a green skinned, green eyed child with a huge head, and a pointy chin. "Isn't it gorgeous? Although I think it looks a little like Ron."
The alien baby turned its head and blinked up at Harry. "Hello Father," it said in a deep male voice that Harry knew he'd heard before.
"Well go on, kiss Harry Jr.!" Ron said standing impatiently next to the bed. "It has to be on its way you know."
"Where?" Harry asked softly, still in shock.
"Yavin Four. Harry Jr.'s very important to the Rebellion," Ron replied rolling his eyes as if Harry should already know this.
To Harry's horror the alien baby sat up out of Hermione's arms, gave her cheek a kiss and lifted its arms up to him. "The circle is now complete. When I left you I was but a learner, now I am the master," it said cryptically.
Harry sat straight up drenched in a cold sweat and panting. "Just a dream, just a dream," he chanted to himself softly. He was in his house, in his room, it was dark, quiet, and cool. He looked over to where Hermione, only six months pregnant and definitely not screaming in child birth, lay sleeping beside him.
"Bad dream?" she asked giving Harry a start hard enough to shake the bed.
"Merlin, don't do that," he sighed laying back down.
Hermione carefully and laboriously rolled onto her other side and looked at him in the dark. "Was it a bad dream or a Bad Dream?" she asked softly, reaching out and running her hand comfortingly over his chest. For a few years after Harry had defeated Voldemort, he'd been plagued with nightmares and it wasn't until recently that he'd been weeks without having one.
"No, just a very bizarre dream," he replied, turning his head to look at her. He reached up and took her small hand in his, intertwining their fingers together.
"What happened?" Hermione asked softly, propping her head up on her hand to look down at him.
Harry explained the dream and by the end of it both of them were laughing softly, the fright of the dream dissipating under their mirth. "You do realize that it's a statistical improbability that aliens would even find our backwater planet let alone abduct me and impregnate me with the future leader of a rebellion," Hermione grinned.
"I dunno, I know if I knew you were here, I'd find this backwater planet, abduct you and impregnate you," Harry murmured snuggling up to her side. He laid his head on her chest, and slipped his hand up her night shirt to rub her protruding belly.
"Well, I'd say you're ahead of the game, since I am pregnant, you didn't have to abduct me because I went willingly and, well, you're already here, so you didn't exactly have to find the planet," Hermione grinned against his unruly hair.
"Mission accomplished then . . . so long as you give birth to a human," he replied softly.
"I give you my word, the baby will be human."
"That's a relief because I didn't quite believe Healer Jespers. I trust your word more than his."
Hermione smiled again, holding her best friend close. "I love you too. But Harry?"
"Hmm?" he was already half asleep.
"No more muggle science fiction movies before bed ok?"
"Kay."
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