A/N: I don't own, although I wish I did. This story has been written for the 20 week 20k challenge as well as the Femmslash Multichapter Competition. There are mature themes ahead, so please keep that in mind, it's M for a reason. But I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Hermione woke up, a gasp escaping her lips. Looking around, she saw she was in a white room somewhere. Her head was pounding and she could feel a major migraine coming on. Sitting up, she wondered where she was. She cringed a bit; the room was so bright.

"Oh good, you're awake!" a voice said from the doorway.

Looking up, Hermione saw a woman dressed in white come over. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been trampled by a hippogriff," Hermione answered honestly. "Where am I?"

"St. Mungo's dear, you've been here for four days." She began to check Hermione's vitals.

"What's your name?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, it's Penelope," she replied. "Sorry for not telling you, must have slipped my mind."

Hermione was quiet for a minute.

"It's been a mess since the War has ended. Patients coming in and out, all injured, a mess."

"Will I be all right?" Hermione asked, feeling a bit nervous.

"You're fine, just a minor concussion. Most of your cuts have healed, although you have some bruising. The baby is fine too."

Hermione's heart stopped. "I'm sorry, what?"

Healer Penelope turned and gave Hermione a concerned look. "You didn't know?"

Hermione slowly shook her head. She couldn't be pregnant…

Penelope murmured a spell, a blue light filling the room. "You're about a month and a half."

Hermione felt the tears filling her eyes. She buried her face in her hands, a sob escaping her lips. She hadn't told Harry or Ron what had really happened while they were stuck at the Manor. It seemed like now she wouldn't have a choice.

Penelope stood in the doorway feeling rather awkward. "Hermione, Mr. Potter is standing outside, if you want I can tell him to leave."

Hermione shook her head. Reaching up, she brushed the tears away. "He can come in."

Penelope nodded. "I'll come by to see you in a little bit."

"Thank you," Hermione said with a soft smile.

She closed her eyes, trying to collect herself. She was pregnant. At once, she knew she couldn't abort it, even though it was conceived in a terrible manor. It wasn't the baby's fault that she was raped. She couldn't take out her anger of him.

Hermione shuddered as she recalled Fenrir's hands on her…

He had ruined her. Completely ruined her. And now she was pregnant? Hermione could barely comprehend what was going on.


Her head snapped up, looking at the door.

Harry was standing there, concern etched all over his face. "You okay?"

Hermione swallowed, giving a curt nod. She would tell him later.

Harry moved over, at once taking her into his arms. He hugged her tightly, letting go when she winced. "Will you be all right?"

"Almost completely healed. Just some bruises and scrapes."

Harry nodded.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.

He nodded.

Hermione sighed. She reached out and grabbed his shoulder. "Harry, how are you really?"

He sighed, sitting down on the bed next to her. "I'm bloody terrible. I've barely slept and everybody wants a piece of me. Things have been ridiculous."

"Is Ron okay? I don't remember much of the battle."

Harry paled a bit. "He's fine. But…" Harry shook his head. "The family is a mess Hermione."

"What happened?" she demanded.

"Fred died."

Hermione immediately felt the tears pool in her eyes. Fred was gone? She couldn't even imagine how they were taking it…. "Poor George," she whispered, horrified.

Harry reached up and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah."

"Anyone else?" Hermione asked. She really didn't want to, but she had to know.

"Snape, he was actually on our side. Little Colin Creevy… And…" Harry stopped for a second, needing to collect himself. "Remus and Tonks."

Hermione shook her head. "No…"

Harry nodded. "Poor Teddy."

At this, Hermione lost it. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. She cried for all those that had died, for poor little Teddy, who would now grow up without his parents, and for herself and her unborn baby.

Harry held her as she cried. He cried too.

The two of them laid there for an hour. Harry gently stroked her hair as she got some more sleep.

"Hermione?" Penelope said, poking her head in the door.

Hermione grumbled, opening her eyes. "Yes?"

"I can discharge you if you want," the Healer said with a smile.

Hermione nodded. "I'd like that, please."

"Great, I'll just grab the paper work."

Hermione sat up, Harry watching her nervously.

"Where am I going to stay?" Hermione asked, suddenly nervous.

"Well, I've moved into Grimmauld Place, if you want to move in too."

Hermione chewed on her lip, then nodded. "Yes please, Harry, I'd like that."

"Great. I'll clean a room out for you when we get there."

"Okay, I'm back," Penelope said walking into the room. "If you don't mind stepping outside," she said to Harry.

"I'll be right outside," Harry said to her. She gave a quick nod.

Penelope gave her a small smile. "I've got a few things for you." Penelope gave Hermione a set of robes, and handed her a bag. Looking inside, Hermione was surprised to see various things.

"There's two baby books, a list of potions you should take, and just general hint," Penelope said with a smile. "If you'd like, I can be the Healer for your pregnancy."

Hermione nodded. "That sounds good. Please."

"Wonderful, ummm, let's meet up in a month and a half to check on things?" Penelope suggested.

Once again, Hermione nodded. "Thank you Penelope."

"No problem dear. You're all set, just please take it easy. But whatever you do, don't apparate. It isn't really safe for the baby."

"Okay, thanks," Hermione said. She grabbed her things and quickly changed into the robes. "Thanks again," she said to the mediwitch.

Harry greeted her once she was outside. "Let's go out back and then we can apparate."

Hermione bit her lip. "Can we use the Floo?"

Harry nodded. The two of them walked towards the lobby.

"Miiss Granger, Mister Potter!" voices shouted.

Hermione immediately shielded her eyes from the flashes.

Harry grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the fireplaces. Without warning, he stepped in and shouted their location.