Summary: Hermione has been cursed by dark magic. With time running out, her only option is to have a child that could help save her life. She strikes a deal with Fred and George, who offer to help. The only way to survive is to conceive a magical child. Can the trio learn to separate their feelings long enough to save Hermione? Fred/Hermione/George fic, Rated T for now but M later for smut.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter Hedwig and Fred would never have died.

Warning: Made it medical information. It's a lie! Don't believe my medical information and facts, I've made up some things to fit the story.


UPDATE:

Hello! The grammar and spelling was awful for this story so I've started a rewrite. I only had about 6 chapters but with all the reviews I felt like I had to have another go. It's a complete rewrite. Hopefully with better writing and a better story. I hope you enjoy!


PURE AT HEART


Hermione didn't notice anything was astray, to start with. That was an abnormal occurrence for Hermione Granger, considering her vast knowledge and her incessant need to learn and understand things. In truth, Hermione was busy trying to help the order sort out a new and safer world. So she never noticed the darkening of the marks on the arm, the place Bellatrix Lestrange had carved into her skin, putting a foul word onto Hermione's body forever. She took to covering it ever since the day it was inflicted, putting various spells on it so it wasn't noticeable to the eye. She wasn't ashamed but reminding the world of how things used to be, the words that used to be considered the norm wasn't something she wanted to do. Especially since pureblood's like the Malfoy family were trying to change, trying to fix the things they had done. So yes, Hermione Granger never noticed for a whole year that the words carved into her skin were getting darker and deeper. Charms don't last forever though and it was almost a year to the day that Voldemort had been killed that the charms vanished, revealing the marks.

At first Hermione put it down to going so long without seeing the marks, she hadn't removed the magic covering her skin for a whole year. She tried to convince herself that she hadn't remembered how bad they looked. It was getting deeper by the day though so she knew things weren't right. Hermione took to researching, pouring over vast amounts of books to find the answer, but they showed nothing.

All of that, the worsening of her 'mudblood' wound and the fact she'd failed for the first time in researching was why she was currently sat in a Medi-witches office. Her legs had shaken the whole way to St. Mungo's, it had taken her a whole week to work up the courage to come after all. She had found someone that specialised in dark magical inflictions though. This was her best bet to finding out what was going on. She wasn't stupid, Hermione knew something was wrong and whatever the medi-witch knew about the marks, it wasn't going to be good.

Hermione could tell by the witches face when she first laid eyes upon the markings, even the hesitant way she touched it through her glove. The Medi-witch took a tube of blood, giving Hermione a sympathetic look before she rushed off to test the sample.

It had felt like hours before the witch returned, but it hadn't been more than fifteen minutes. The Witches' grave expression told Hermione everything. It wasn't going to be good news. The Medi-witch took a seat on her chair, gesturing for Hermione to take the seat opposite.

"I tested the blood," The Medi-witch explained, shuffling slightly on the seat. She was young, newly qualified by Hermione's guess and a bit star struck by having one of the golden trio or 'heroes of the war' in her office. "I'm afraid Mrs. Granger the news isn't good. It's hard to tell you the exact curse without the knife, but going by the best sources I could find, I think it's a blood linked curse." The Medi-witch gestured for Hermione's hand, pushing the sleeve up far enough to reveal the black and deepened 'mudblood' on her skin. "The Lestrange family as you know had a grudge against muggleborns, the family put many curses on their things years ago to ward thieves or rather 'muggleborns' from their vast wealth. I know, it's silly and prejudiced, but it's what they did. The curse on the knife that inflicted these wounds is a muggleborn curse. The curse is slow to develop, which is evident by the fact you're still here, a year on. This curse is cruel and harsh, it slowly develops by removing the magical blood within your blood stream, turning you to a muggle and without the magical blood in your system to keep the curse at bay, your heart stops. Your blood as a muggleborn is a flook, we can't work out how muggleborns suddenly gain magical powers and people are still researching. All we know is that born witches and wizards have magic ingrained in their DNA and blood. "

"How long do I have?" Hermione asked, not shedding a tear as she looked into the young witches eyes. She knew it was going to be bad, maybe not as grave as this. "I need time to... I need time to prepare those I love. I need a time frame."

The medi-witch seemed hesitant, glancing around at the closed door. "I really shouldn't tell you this because it's still being researched and there isn't any substantial proof that it's even true. " The witch looked at Hermione, concern shining through her eyes. "I'm muggleborn and I know what would have happened to me and my family if it hadn't been for you, Miss. Granger, you and your friends. What I say doesn't leave this office, you understand?"

Hermione pulled her arm from the witches grip, leaning forward in her chair and dropped her voice. "There's a way to halt the curse?"

"My boyfriend works down in research, he tells me a few things and that's partly why I know so much about it. We've also had a lot of deaths over the years due to the Lestrange or Malfoy items coming into contact with muggleborns. If you tell anyone about this, I'd be in so much trouble, it's top secret, you understand?" The nod from Hermione seemed to be the only indication the Medi-witch needed because she quickly pressed on. "There is a theory that muggleborns that conceive a magical child are forever connected with magic. The mixture of magical children within the womb of a muggleborn can alter the mother's blood, slightly. It's only a small amount of magic that enters the bloodstream during pregnancy, but never the less; it's believed that it works. I'm under the impression that conceiving a child with magic with a pureblood wizard could halt the curse. You're blood changes a fraction, but it's enough to get rid of the curse because you don't have just muggleborn blood running through your system, but also the fetuses half-blood magic. "

"I've never heard of this before though," Hermione pressed on. "The idea that blood and magic are so closely connected, people have been cursed like I have? The newspapers haven't..."

"The newspapers have been forced to not cover the story by the Minister of Magic himself. Can you imagine the problems if people knew? We've got a basement full of witches and wizards cursed by blood curses from the purebloods. The research is too early in development and it's not going to be trialed until a few months time. I'm afraid you won't make it that long, you need to conceive well before then to outlast this." The witch straightened in her seat. "Miss Granger, you've been a hero and an idol to me for two years, I simply can't let you die. You need to leave and protect this secret. If they know you have the curse they'll separate you. They're scared the curse can develop and spread to others."

Hermione's eyes widened. She had expected bad news, grieve news, but not this. She had never expected it to be like this. She stood up, the sound of her chair scraping along the tiled floor. She felt like a ghost as she moved towards the door, her shaking hands wrapped around the door handle. "What is your name?" Hermione asked, turning to face the witch.

"Rosa Greenwood." The medi-witch stated.

"Goodbye, Rosa."

There was a flash of light; the medi-witch slumped forward into a dreamless sleep, with no memory of the last twenty minutes. As Hermione tucked her wand away, she left through the door in the hope of finding a way to live or a way to say goodbye.


Next chapter: Sunday