This is my Harry Potter story from the pen name Jezebel Whitlock. I opened a new account for my Harry Potter story. Don't get upset if you realize this story belongs to Jezebel.
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in the following story belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.
The Wizarding world was in chaos. Voldemort's regime had increased in size and power. People, muggles and magical folks alike, were living in fear. The Boy Who Lived had yet to finish the job placed on his shoulders since before his birth.
Hermione Granger rushed around the room picking up toys. In the background, the radio was on. She listened carefully for names she knew, names of her family.
A sharp knock on the door pulled her away from the radio. She supposed it was a good thing. Listening to the radio was making her crazy. She knew she couldn't focus on those deaths, no matter how heartbreaking it was. Her son needed her.
The knock came again, more urgently this time. Hermione set the blocks down and, taking out her wand, walked to the door. She peeked out the window cautiously, relieved to find it was only Harry. She opened the door slowly, keeping her hand on her wand.
"Hermione, open the door! It's me." Harry snapped.
She held her wand out at him. He wasn't surprised. Hermione would never let just anyone into her home, especially since her son was sleeping.
"Why was I in the bathroom Halloween night in First Year?"
"Ron insulted you. You spent the day in the bathroom crying."
Hermione lowered her wand and held the door opened for him. "Sorry, Harry. I was just checking. The last thing I need a Death Eater to show up."
"No need to worry, Hermione. You have a lot more to protect than you used to."
She closed the door behind him before putting her wand back into her robe. "What are you doing here, anyway? Isn't it kind of late for a visit?"
"I came to warn you. There have been Death Eater movement in this area. I didn't want you to be here alone without any idea of it."
Hermione knew what he was talking about. She had heard things on the radio. Although she lived away from both the Wizard and muggle communities, her cottage was still in danger. Death Eaters could come across it and kill her with a single spell. Her heart pounded. It was getting more and more dangerous with each passing day. Ever since her son was born, Hermione's search for the Horcruxes ended. She continued with Harry and Ron well into her fourth month. It was only when she began to slow them down was she forced to admit defeat and let Harry continue forward without her.
"So how's Aurey?"
"Sleeping, finally," Hermione leaned against the couch, in exhaustion. "He has a cold and was cranky for the better part of the day."
Harry frowned. "Is he feeling better?"
"It should be gone by morning. I gave him some medicine to help him sleep."
He walked over to the fireplace and looked at the pictures on the mantle. "It's hard to believe Aurey is Malfoy's son." He said, picking up the picture of her son.
Hermione flinched. "Sorry, I know you don't like when someone brings it up."
"It doesn't change the fact that it's true." She sighed and sat on the couch. "Sometimes when I look at him, he reminds me so much of Malfoy. Sometimes I see those eyes and they remind me so much when it happened."
Harry squinted his eyes. "Hermione, have you talked to anyone about that night?"
She looked down at her hands. "No. It's too hard."
"You're going to have to talk about it someday."
"And I will, Harry, but not now."
He did not look pleased at her decision, but he knew better than to argue.
Neither Hermione nor Harry spoke after that. Harry put the picture of Aurey down and took a seat beside her. Hermione curled against him, resting her head on his shoulder. It was nice to talk to someone other than a baby. She loved her son but she craved human contact.
"You looked tired." Harry offered.
"Exhausted," she admitted. "Aurey is a handful when he's better; he's a nightmare when he's sick."
Harry chuckled. "Why don't you go to bed? I'll stay here tonight—if that's okay—and watch Aurey." He offered.
"Are you sure?"
"You're my best friend, Hermione. I have no problem with it."
"Okay." She agreed. "Thanks, Harry." Hermione kissed his cheek and lay her head down on his lap. Harry stroked her hair, the gentleness of his fingers lulling her to sleep.
Harry looked down at Hermione, his fingers trailing down the side of her face. He knew it was wrong; Hermione had no idea how he felt about her. He was afraid to admit that he fancied her. The last thing he wanted was to tell her, only to be shot down. He did not think he could handle it. He knew it would be awkward to be around each other when she knew how he truly felt. He didn't want to ruin their friendship until he was positive what he was feeling was truly love and not just some form of comfort.
Harry slowly pulled away from Hermione, lifted her into his arms, and walked to her bedroom. He pulled back the covers and eased her onto it.
Once Hermione was comfortable, he went to the room across the hall. Aurey lay on his bed, his head buried in his pillow. He was breathing well, though his left leg twitched. Harry pulled the blanket up around him. He put his hand on Aurey's forehead, checking his temperature. He was warm but not feverish.
Satisfied, Harry stood and kissed Aurey on the head. He left the room, closing the door a little behind him. He walked out to the living room when he noticed something off. A terrible feeling washed over him. Something was about to happen. What, he couldn't be sure. Harry moved to the window and glanced out the curtains. His body went taut when he saw who was standing outside.
Death Eaters surrounded the outer entrance of the cottage. Harry knew it was only a matter of time before they got through the protection wards. He couldn't be sure how they found them but he knew what was about to happen was not going to turn out their way. There were at least a dozen Death Eaters out there.
Turning away from the window, Harry rushed to Hermione's room.
"Hermione," he shook her awake. "Hermione, wake up."
Hermione turned away from him, her eyes moving behind closed lids.
She sat up in surprise, squinting at him. "Harry? What going on? Is it Aurey?"
Harry shook his head, handing her the wand he grabbed from the table. "Death Eaters are surrounding the house."
Hermione immediately jumped to action. "How did they find us?" she hissed.
"I don't know," he said. "Go get Aurey. Stay with him. Once the fighting starts, he's going to be scared. As soon as it's clear, apparate. Understand?"
"Hermione," It was now or never. Harry drew her towards him and kissed her. He could feel her surprise but before she could do anything, he pushed her away. "Go get Aurey."
Reluctantly, Hermione did as she was told. She ran to Aurey's room, locking the door behind her. She knew it would only be a matter of time before the Death Eaters came for her. They would kill her immediately.
She walked to the bed, fighting back the fear. Hermione looked down at her son. He was still asleep, unaware of what was happening on the outside. She would have to wake him up, she knew. Nevertheless, she would let him sleep a little longer. Hermione had always hoped to protect her son from the Death Eaters but her connection to Harry made her an important target. She had prepared, on the chance that they did show up.
She walked over to the drawers and pulled out the item wrapped in a silk handkerchief. Unwrapping it, Hermione set the necklace around her neck.
The sound of a door exploding made her jump. Aurey woke with a start and looked around in confusion. "Mummy?"
Hermione went to him. "Shh, love, we must be very quiet."
"Mummy, what's happening?"
She shook her head, wrapping her arms around the boy. "You needn't worry. Nothing's going to happen."
At least, she hoped it wouldn't.
Voices echoed off the walls. Hermione fought back a cringe. Harry was out there alone, fighting them off. She knew he wouldn't die tonight. Voldemort wanted that for himself, but that wouldn't stop them from hurting him.
Despite the inappropriate time, Hermione couldn't help but think about the kiss. Her cheeks warmed when she remembered how soft and warm his lips had been.
She pulled out of those thoughts as she heard spells shouted back and forth. Footsteps echoed through the halls. Hermione pulled Aurey towards her, holding him close as he began to panic. He couldn't understand and she was in no way able to explain it. She kept a firm hand on her wand, watching the door.
The doorknob jingled. Hermione's knuckles went white. It was happening; the moment she dreaded and feared since the moment she realized she was pregnant.
There were many things Draco Malfoy was ashamed of.
Taking the Dark Mark; letting Death Eaters into Hogwarts; raping those innocent girls for the Dark Lord's pleasure, but standing there, watching the girl he detested since first year was the worst.
The moment he came across the locked door, he knew something was different. There was no way Granger would let Scar head fight the Death Eaters off alone. She was protecting something. He had to admit, he was curious. What could be so important that she would leave her best friend alone?
Draco stared at the boy half-hidden behind her. He was small, two at most. His hair was light brown, nearly golden. But it was the eyes that caught Draco's attention. Grey eyes.
This boy—the one Granger was protecting—he was his son.
Granger's eyes were wide, pleading. "Please," she whispered. "Please, don't hurt him. He's just a boy."
Draco stared at the two, completely oblivious to what was happening behind them. "Draco!" Bellatrix hissed. "What have you found?"
She shoved Draco out of the way. When she saw Hermione, a malicious smile crossed her face. "Well, if it isn't the little mudblood." She cackled when she saw the boy. "And what's this? The mudblood reproduced. What kind of self-respecting man would sleep with you? Let me guess—Potter?" Bellatrix was laughing—at least until she saw his eyes.
"No," she hissed. Turning on Draco, she slapped him hard. "You impregnated the mudblood? Can you really do nothing well?"
Draco fought the urge to reach up and touch his cheek. It stung but he refused to show weakness in front of his aunt.
"Hermione!" Potter shouted from the hallway.
The boy started crying, confused and scared about who the intruders were. Granger started whispering to him, holding him tightly as she kept her eyes on Bellatrix.
"Hermi—" Harry trailed off as he was hit with the Killing Curse.
"Harry!" she shrieked.
Granger's kid screamed louder, calling for her.
Hermione watched in horror as everything around her fell apart. She numbly took the time turner out from around her neck. Wrapping it around Aurey, she turned it. Over and over, she turned it. She could barely keep track of what was happening around her.
Aurey was screaming. He clung to her clothes, his head buried in her neck. When everything stopped moving, Hermione looked up. She had gone through time, but was unaware of how much time had truly passed.
It was cold. The ground was freezing, covered in a thick blanket of snow. That was the first thing Hermione registered as soon as the spinning had stopped. Aurey was no longer crying, though his whimpering was heartbreaking.
Hermione wanted to cry, to react to what she saw, but she knew better. She had to protect Aurey. She looked around cautiously. The ground was covered in a thick blanket of snow. She was unprepared for it. Shrugging out of her robes, Hermione wrapped Aurey in it, desperate to keep him warm. If anything, he needed it more than she did.
A bitter wind howled through the trees. Hermione shivered. She needed to get out of the forest. While it may not have been covered with Death Eaters, she didn't particularly want to wait for someone to find them.
Securing Aurey's arms around her neck, Hermione looked down at her son. He was shaking, his teeth chattering. Despite wearing her robe, he could still feel the cold through his light pyjamas. She needed to get him to warmth. Hermione herself was starting to feel the after effects of both time travel and the sudden cold.
"It's okay, Aurey. Everything will be just fine." She whispered, rubbing his shoulders protectively.
Keeping a firm hold on him, Hermione apparated to Hogsmeade. She stumbled, exhausted and cold. She needed to get to the castle; she needed to talk to Dumbledore.
She supposed she could take one of the passageways up to the castle, but explaining that would be complicated. She could just have to trudge her way to the castle.
Aurey was squirming against her, desperate for relief from the cold. Hermione's heart ached with each whimper. He was getting quiet, something she knew was bad. Speeding up, Hermione made it to the castle just as McGonagall was locking the front doors.
Hermione's arms were sore, her body shaking. "Please," she whispered hoarsely. "Please, I must speak to Professor Dumbledore."
The last thing she heard was Aurey call out Mummy before everything went black.