Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K.'s wonderful creations and I am making not one penny from any of this.

This is just a short two-chapter story to get this thing *OUT* of my head!


From Rumors springs Truth

The door swung open and four professors strode through. Each pair of eyes fell to the young lady sitting solemnly in the chair across from Headmaster Dumbledore. Madam Pomfrey stood directly behind her tsking loudly as if she had something stuck in her throat.

Dumbledore waved his hands as the professors approached and milled around with questioning looks.

"It has come to my attention we have a.situation.on our hands." Albus spoke quietly as he looked directly into the girl's eyes.

"A situation, Albus? What kind of.situation?" Minerva McGonagall queried as she glanced between the two.

Albus sighed and leaned back into this gilded chair and nodded to Madam Pomfrey to continue.

The mediwitch frowned and indicated the young woman before her. "It seems that there will be a baby born.. in five months time."

A collective gasp came from all around the girl and she hung her head in shame.

"Daughter.. I can't believe.. what were you thinking?" McGonagall knelt before the young woman and took her hand. "Where is.. the father?"

Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head. "I.. can not say.. " She barely whispered and the elder witch sighed sadly.

"She has refused to state who the father is, and unfortunately she has cast a spell where the father's identity can not be attained until its birth." Pomfrey declared in obvious disappointment.

"I'm sorry.." The girl's voice shook in misery.

"What are you to do now? Have you thought of that?" Dumbledore leaned forward and gave the young woman a look of sadness. "I can not allow you to remain now.you realize that do you not?"

The tears started to flow and the girl nodded.

"I am sorry, Hermione.. If I had a choice.. "

The girl stood to her feet slowly and headed to the door. "I will pack now. I'll be ready to leave by the end of the day.. "

"Not yet, at the end of the week will suffice. I am sorry, Hermione. But if you will only tell us.. who the father is.. "

She turned and looked back at him and let her eyes flow across the line of her teachers.

McGonagall, Snape, Lupin and Sprout.

"No, I will not get him into trouble too." With that she turned and ran from the room.

"Unbelievable.. " Sprout muttered as the door closed and she took a seat.

"What a waist of an intellect.. " Minerva sighed dropping to sit beside the other woman.

"She will survive.. " Came another voice and they looked at Remus, he shrugged and balanced on the edge of the sofa's arm. "She still have her friends and family. If anyone can come out of this with flying colors, its Miss Hermione Granger."

Everyone nodded at that.

"We still do not know who the father is, or why she refused to tell." Minerva stated.

"Perhaps she is scared." Snape offered.

"Of who? Us?" Minerva snorted.

"Of our.. reaction.. " Snape spread his hands out among them. "After all.. look what we have done so far?"

The others looked around in confusion. "What did we do?"

Snape shook his head and headed for the door. "Absolutely nothing.. that is the problem."

With that, Snape left closing the door silently after him.



This is just something that has been floating in my head and just had to get it out before my brain would let me get back to my other stories. Hope you enjoyed it. And *NO*.Albus and Minerva are *NOT* Hermione's Parents.it's a spiritual address of love from her to them.