A/N- Alright, this is the final chapter of this fic. But do not fear! It will have a sequel! The sequel will be called (sorry for the repetition of this, everyone) To Be History. Bad news is, I don't plan on starting it until I have finished at least two more of my chapter fics. But do please keep an eye out for it. Anyhow, thanks for your kind reviews! Here's the last chapter.
Chapter 13- The Unexpected
Pomfrey had immediately made Le-Annette lay down on an unoccupied hospital bed. Unfortunately, the bed she was made to lie in had a window nearby.
"Now, be still, dearest. I need to run some tests on you. Make sure that you heal properly…" Pomfrey was saying, but Le-Annette was only half listening.
In fact, she was only vaguely aware of the fact that Hermione was in the bed across from her, inquiring if her aunt was okay. Le-Annette was in a world all her own…a dark, horrible world where hope was diminishing with every flash of green light.
She could hear the cries of her friends and loved ones leaking through the window. She was sure that none of the others that were with her in the Hospital Wing could hear these cries, for they only had mortal hearing. Oh, how she wished that, in moments like these, she could shut off her preternatural senses.
Madam Pomfrey was now holding her wand over Le-Annette, muttering healing spells. And various other spells specifying in inspecting the human body.
Another flash of green light. Le-Annette closed her eyes against it and was instantly greeted by the horrible picture of Severus lying on the ground dead, thanks all to her imagination.
"Aunt Le-Annette?" Hermione's voice sounded worried.
However, when the vampire opened her eyes to look at her most beloved relative, she saw that her tone of voice was nothing compared to how the young girl looked. She appeared to be drained, without hope of any sort. Le-Annette smiled as brightly as possible at her.
"Yes, Hermione?" she replied.
"I was just making sure you were al right. You looked…please, don't close your eyes like that again," she said fearfully.
"I won't. I promise," Le-Annette eyed her descendant for a moment, then added, "You don't look quite yourself, dear. What's wrong?"
Hermione looked almost amused by this question. "What's wrong?" she repeated. "There's a battle raging on outside our hospital window, for starters. And next, I'm up here, confined to a bed when I should be out there…helping my friends."
Ron looked up. "No. You need to stay where it's safe," he said.
Le-Annette shook her head. She looked to the young Weasley and said, "See if you can't gather us some good news from the battlegrounds. But be careful about it."
Ron nodded and left the Wing. Pomfrey was now making her way up Le-Annette's left side with her spells. Le-Annette couldn't understand what was taking her so long. Her chest wound was now smaller than a Muggle bullet hole entry wound. She shook her head and turned her attention back to Hermione, jumping slightly as another flash of green light ignited and died.
"Did Draco tell you?" Le-Annette asked.
"Aunt, is that really a thing to be worried about at this time?" Hermione sighed.
"I think it is. Well, did he?"
Hermione blushed slightly. "He said…that he loved me. I like him, but I don't know if I love him. And I'm afraid that I'll hurt Ron's feelings."
"I'm sure he'll want you to be happy," Le-Annette said. "Are you going to start seeing Draco?"
Hesitantly, Hermione nodded. Then, after a moment of consideration, said, "I didn't tell him that, though. I didn't even answer him. Oh, God, Aunt Le-Annette, what if he gets hurt tonight? Or worse?"
Hermione was now sitting upright in her bed.
"Draco's tough, Hermione. He'll be fine."
Pomfrey had now made it all the way back around to Le-Annette's head, but, for some reason, was now examining her stomach. Then, she glanced up at the vampire and said, in somewhat disbelief, "Humph."
Le-Annette raised an eyebrow at the woman. "Is there something wrong?"
However, before the Mediwitch could answer, Ron burst through the doorway.
"They're retreating! You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters! We've won!" he cried in utter joy.
"For now," Le-Annette added, the emotions of bitterness and joy mixing within her.
"How is everyone? Draco, Harry, Dumbledore, and Snape?" Hermione asked.
"All scuffed up a bit, but none the worse! We lost a few of the members of the Order…but not as many as we could have," Ron replied.
Pomfrey was still hovering around Le-Annette's stomach. It was making her uncomfortable.
"What's wrong, Pomfrey?" Le-Annette pressed.
The aging woman looked up into her eyes. "Vampires are sensitive to the flow of blood, are they not?" she asked.
Le-Annette nodded. Why would Pomfrey ask her such a question? Apparently, Ron and Hermione were asking themselves the same thing. Pomfrey took a hold of Le-Annette's right hand and placed it on her own stomach. Suddenly, Le-Annette understood. And it was shocking. She bolted upright in bed.
"Aunt, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, throwing herself out of bed and to Le-Annette's side.
"Something…I haven't felt in several lifetimes…" the vampire replied, almost dreamily.
"A heartbeat," Pomfrey clarified for the students.
"Life," Le-Annette clarified for herself. Then, staring into Hermione's and Ron's eyes, she said, "I'm pregnant."
End Notes: That's it. Cliffhanger ending. Sorry, but this is always how I had this fic planned to end. Now, as I said in my author's note, I don't plan on starting this sequel for a little while now. However, I have plenty of other fics, if they are to your liking, I encourage you to please read them and let me know what you think. And please, no flames. But none of you have ever given me that big of a problem with flames, and thanks for that. Okay, sorry this is so sorry (story, not this note, which is turning out to be long!), and I hoped you liked it. Please R & R! And see you next time!